Chapter 172

Hit by the fact that he was a scumbag, in the next few days, Zhun Ti was very friendly to his own Peacock Daming King Bodhisattva. Even if Kong Xuan saw him, he had a cold face and occasionally exuded murderous aura, but Zhun Ti turned a blind eye and pondered how to liberate Kong Xuan.

As his close confidant, Guanyin's face changed slightly when he heard his thoughts.

"Buddha, the Peacock King Bodhisattva is strong and has evil thoughts, if it is not suppressed by Buddhism, once it is released, it will be a disaster for the world."

She said more implicitly: Ancestor, Kong Xuan is too powerful, he can fight against the power of the saint during the catastrophe of the god list, he is actually the first person under the saint, and Kong Xuan is extremely resentful of Buddhism, and if he is released casually, he will turn around and deal with the people of Buddhism.

Although Zhun Ti doesn't know about the god list, he has a relationship with Kong Xuan's qualifications, and he is a little guy who can catch up with him.

But—

Zhun Ti said firmly, "I have made up my mind, Guanyin. ”

The white-clothed Bodhisattva sighed and did not give any further advice to the saint.

No matter how strong Kong Xuan is, he can only do it when the saint is not born, and the Buddha decided to release Kong Xuan, and they, the Bodhisattvas and Buddhas, can only try to release goodwill.

As a result, Kong Xuan was released from Mahayana Buddhism in a daze.

Immediately after that, his brother, who had rarely seen him in 10,000 years, the golden-winged Dapeng eagle, also got out of Buddhism, both of them were at a loss, and they were still wearing monk's clothes.

The two, who had long been homeless, just stood there dumbfounded.

Inexplicably pitiful.

was supposed to be proud of the fairy world and became the power of the famous town, but one was suppressed and captured by Zhun Ti in the catastrophe of the god list, and the other had no fixed place to live, occupying the mountain as a demon, and finally was also captured by the bald donkey of Buddhism as a gatekeeper and protector.

They were no weaker than Emperor Jun and Taiyi during the Lich Tribulation, and at that time, even saints had to be polite to the two Lich Clans, but what ...... Born ahead of one's time.

Soon after, the figure of Rahu appeared in front of them.

He looked at Kong Xuan and Garuda for a while, and then flicked his sleeves, and the two disappeared in front of him like phantoms.

"I won't let my apprentice fall into such a fate."

In the dream world, the disappearance of Kong Xuan and Garuda was regarded by everyone as a "retreat", and this ending disappointed many people. But on the contrary, the tense atmosphere in Buddhism disappeared, and everyone was relieved, they were really afraid of the Peacock King Bodhisattva, if it wasn't for the suppression of the saints, that Bodhisattva alone would have been able to slaughter all the people who had not attained the three corpses.

Zhun Ti seemed to let go of a heart and no longer thought about the matter of Garuda and Kong Xuan, and then, he was hit by a surprise news.

The leader of the Tongtian Sect held a sharp sword and said to him outside Mahayana Buddhism to "discuss the Tao".

Not to mention those who are in the know, even those who don't know are all cold, thinking that there is someone who is carrying a sword to talk about the Tao!

Zhun Ti smiled and prepared to go out, but several Bodhisattvas immediately begged, "Buddha, you can't go out at this time, that sect leader hates you to the bone, and it is likely that he came to trouble you with the four swords of Zhuxian." ”

Zhun Ti had a headache when he heard the front, and thought that there was another enemy, but when he heard the back, he muttered stupidly: "Zhuxian Four Swords? Has the Zhuxian Sword Array all arrived in his hands? ”

Answer: Yes.

In the mouth of the Bodhisattva, the four swords of Zhuxian, including the masters of the Zhuxian Sword Formation, are all sect leaders, they don't know what Rahu, what Demon Ancestor, only know that the Zhuxian Sword Formation is not the four saints and cannot be broken, at this time it is better for the Buddha to go out to take refuge.

Zhun Ti looked sad and ran away from the back door of Mahayana Buddhism.

At this time, do you want face or death?

He chose the latter.

At the front door, after a while, I realized that Zhun Ti was not in the Buddhist Tongtian, and suddenly became angry, "Where did that guy go!" ”

The Dharma protectors who guarded the gate were full of bitterness, but their faces were full of flattery and friendliness, "Tongtian saint, where is the Buddha, how can we speculate, the saint master should go back." ”

Tongtian came with anger and went away with even greater anger, and that sword qi almost lingered in the sky above Mahayana Buddhism for three days.

The monks who practiced here were not surprised, and bowed their heads and knocked their wooden fish.

For the rise of Buddhism, the two sages of the West have long offended the people of Taoism. Fortunately, the interception of the sect was basically emptied, and the vitality of the exposition was greatly damaged, and Lao Tzu did not ask about the world, resulting in only one disciple of the Xuandu ** master, and the disciple stayed in the Taiqing Palace without leaving the house, so the disciples of Buddhism in the middle of the earth belt, they still don't have to worry about being beaten with sacks.

Zhun Ti, who was in refuge, turned into an ordinary monk and walked in the earth fairy world with a sad face. He never knew that the flood would be shattered, and the mountains would collapse, and the two clans that were as strong as the lich would actually become the victims of the second calamity like the dragon and phoenix tribulation.

All of this, real and unreal, sent chills through his heart.

It's not a dream......

If it's all a dream, then this dream is terrible.

Zhun Ti came to the place where the mountain used to be unsurpassed, and saw with his own eyes the peaks that no longer existed. The events of the ancient flood period, in the eyes of the people in the earth immortal world, have been mythologized as legends, and everyone has passed them on orally, telling what happened back then.

He didn't hear the name of Daozu, he didn't hear Rahu, and he didn't hear Yang Mei. Those top existences in his impression seemed to be hidden, and only a few people knew about them.

Walking on the road, Zhun Ti looked at the lively catastrophe, slowly stopped, and leaned against the wall.

The streets were filled with people and shouting.

The monks of the Earth Immortal Realm occasionally walked among them, buying the elixir they needed. And the children of rich families who can't cultivate, but just ordinary people, stop in the nearby teahouse tavern, everyone has their own way of life, just like a different life.

Compared with them, Zhun Ti, who has been detached, feels even more desolate.

He felt like he had nothing......

Zhun Ti involuntarily sat on the ground, meditating in a dusty place, and the torn clothes on his body seemed to be even more torn.

In a two-story restaurant next to it, Luo Hu sat by the window and looked at his cheeks, "The scene is still quite real, and it is not in vain that I spend my time thinking about costume dramas." ”

Of course, he hadn't experienced ancient times, nor had he seen the cultivation realm, but he had watched the TV series! With this alone, Rahu can replicate the scene of a large-scale costume drama, if there are people who know Hanfu here, I am afraid they will find out with twitches - what the hell is this! Some messy clothes are all here to appear!

Picking up the wine glass, he took a sip, "Zhun Ti is really good for this look." ”

After whispering, Rahu's mind moved slightly, and he forcibly inserted a story.

Soon an incident occurred under the restaurant.

Someone threw a copper coin in front of Zhun Ti, and the crisp sound of money not only slowed down the pedestrians on the road, but also made Zhun Ti raise his head.

He saw a rich boy.

The other party was followed by a servant, well-trained, and obviously from everyone.

Seeing that the monk hadn't picked it up for a long time, the rich boy frowned, "Aren't there enough copper coins?" In these years, the monk was so greedy for money. After speaking, he threw another gold ingot, raised his chin, and said proudly: "It's enough now, I don't think you need to fast for a few days." ”

Zhun Ti's eyes were glazed and he watched the other party walk away.

For the first time in my life......

Received...... Come from...... Begging ...... Money......

Facing the glittering gold ingots on the ground, Zhun Ti wanted to cry without tears, feeling that this gold ingots were more terrifying than any demons and monsters, "I really didn't beg!" ”

Holding the gold, he burst into tears, feeling abandoned by the whole world.

However, no one believes this statement.

Luo Hu smiled happily, thinking that Zhun Ti would waste so much time, so he would arrange more people to come over and throw the silver, ensuring that Zhun Ti would make a lot of money!

Under Rahu's deep malice, Zhun Ti didn't dare to stop on the side of the road, and quickly went to find the rich boy, intending to return the gold ingots. But this matter was arranged by Rahu, how could Zhun Ti, who was in the play, find someone forcibly arranged by the director.

In the end, Zhun Ti could only grit his teeth and think that there was a great power in the Earth Immortal Realm who recognized his identity and deliberately teased him with gold ingots.

Is he so annoying!

When he went back, Zhun Ti released the breath on his body in a sullen manner, attracting purple qi to the east, and the sky was extremely spectacular. His depression was dissipated by this sudden vision, and his heart was both proud and sad for his future self.

Strength, identity, status, he has it.

Other than that, he has nothing, the disciples in Buddhism respect him, the ordinary people fear and respect him, and the monks in the earth immortal realm worship him......

However, the acquaintances he knew hated him, resented him, and ignored him.

Zhun Ti's eyes were sour, "Why am I such a failure as a person." ”

He doesn't want this future at all!

Before realizing the power of the saint, Zhun Ti first realized at this moment that the saint had lost something, which was incomparably precious to him who had not been sanctified, but for the saint, it was just a superfluous thing that could be discarded casually.

That's – feelings.

Zhun Ti returned to Mahayana Buddhism and looked at the merit golden lotus that shone more than the gold ingot.

He suddenly became sad, and he couldn't find the meaning of his life, "In my life, if I continue to cultivate, what can I pursue?" ”

He waved away the lotus platform and sat down on the cold ground.

The delicate and beautiful Innate Spirit Treasure is like the flashy gold and silver of the mortal world, and when you don't need it, it is worthless.

Zhun Ti's angry words in his palace slightly touched the onlookers' Rahu.

Rahu stood in the void, listening to his words of panic.

Gradually—

Rahu heard Zhun Ti's cry.

The Buddha of Mahayana Buddhism is crying, and it is raining all over the Western world.

A few months later, Zhun Ti recovered from his lifeless state. He seemed to have grasped a glimmer of life, and said to himself: "Heavenly Dao, can I use all my strength to reverse time and space, revise history, and make the world start all over again......

Rahu smiled and replied like a heavenly one.

"Yes."

Once again, can you catch it all?

We'll see. 166 Reading Network