In the midst of the smoke, the solemn Rulai of the treasure did not lose the smile on his face. But for some reason, the atmosphere in the Daxiong Treasure Hall was inexplicably a little depressing.

Manjushri endured the fear in his heart, stood up and replied respectfully: "The words of the World-Honored Venerable Sutra contain the truth, and the disciple can't help but be a little out of honor for a while, and he is willing to receive punishment. ”

Just now, he was just thinking about going to the golden cicada to settle the score, and he didn't hear what the Buddha just said. In a hurry, I had to shoot a sycophant who was not very smart.

Unexpectedly, as soon as this panacea-like response came out, the faces of the rest of the Bodhisattva Arhats in the hall who were listening to the lecture were a little strange. A few who were at odds with them even had schadenfreude in their eyes.

Just when Manjushri faintly felt that something was wrong, he listened to the Nyorai on the lotus platform and said slowly: "Selflessness should get rid of the distracting thoughts in your heart, and the Venerable One's comprehension seems to have deviated a little." ”

What you just talked about is selfless?!

Manjushri, who reacted, chuckled in his heart, and hurriedly leaned over to bow again. However, the Buddha did not seem to intend to pursue it, but just nodded and continued to talk about the scriptures.

Seeing this, he secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and was about to sit down cross-legged, but unexpectedly, a jade slip suddenly came out of the void in front of him.

The sound of the lecture in his ears paused slightly, and Manjushri broke out in a cold sweat......

"Cough~cough~ It's not that the poor monk doesn't want to go, just because his soul was injured when the statue was destroyed last night, and now he really can't move, please forgive me."

"Ahem~Ahem......"

As soon as Meiyin finished speaking, the rest of the Garan, whose face was like gold paper, also coughed violently, as if she would sit down at any time.

Seeing this, the golden head almost spurted out a mouthful of old blood, your broken statue is just a silk divine thought, and it doesn't even count if it is ruined, who is fooled by pretending to be like this!

"Then the Venerable should take good care of your injuries, and the little monk will pass on this situation to the Bodhisattva for you, and take your leave!"

Jin Tou, who feels that his IQ has been humiliated, doesn't want to stay for a second. After activating the jade slip in his hand, turn around and leave.

When he walked away, the face was like the bottom of the pot, and he grinned, and quietly asked, "Big brother, why don't we really go over and have a look?" ”

Meiyin was like an old monk, and replied without raising her eyelids: "What are you going to do, do you want to watch a play?" Neither side is the master we can mess with, so let them go. ”

Alas~

After sending the Buddha Nugaran away, Meiyin turned the jade slip into a funeral and sighed faintly.

After such a long time, he can see that the holy monk is a troublemaker!

But the other party's status and Buddhism are much higher than his own, so he can't persuade him, and he can't beat him.

In the past, I could secretly make a small report, and make a stumbling block behind my back. But now that he has received such a great favor from others, he can't even use this little trick.

Gritting her teeth and putting the jade slip back in the storage bag, Meiyin gave up her plan to pass on the book to Manjushri.

Forget it, the green lion spirit is not a good bird anyway. If it falls into the hands of the holy monk today, it can be regarded as evil retribution......

While thinking, he sent a little spiritual power along the incense to cure the old diseases of the believers who were praying. At about the same time, a trace of merit flew out from the direction of Baolin Temple and quietly disappeared into the void above his head.

Hehe~ The merit accumulated on this day is more than ten years in the past, the holy monk is really a good person!

If you don't just take refuge in him directly, how can you say that people are also destined to be Buddhas, and your brothers can be regarded as climbing high branches......

Not only him, but the rest of the Galan, who looked like a seriously wounded person, couldn't help but be equally happy. Looking at the other Dharma Protectors on the side, their eyes became redder and redder......

At this time, in the palace of the black chicken country, Yu Gan, who was full of wine and food, chatted with the king and was about to leave.

When the black chicken king heard this, the smile on his face dissipated, and he took two steps forward and pulled Yu Gan's sleeve and said mournfully: "The holy monk is in such a hurry to leave, but where is the inadequate hospitality that makes you angry?" ”

"Amitabha."

Taking the opportunity of reciting the Buddha's name, Yu Gan pulled his sleeve out of his hand, "It's not for Your Majesty, it's just because the poor monk is in trouble, so he can't stay longer, and he hopes to atone for his sins." ”

Seeing that his intention to go had been decided, the king could only give up with tears in his eyes.

beckoned to the waiting painter, he saluted again, and said earnestly: "I don't know when the holy monk will be able to meet, I want to paint portraits of you, and worship them in the temples day and night, please stop for a while?" ”

Although the king has good intentions, Yu Gan's cultivation is not Shinto, and he is not the original inhabitant of this realm, so mortal incense is of little use to him.

Yu Gan subconsciously refused, but he thought that the total amount of incense in the world was limited, and if he could take a piece, then Lingshan and Heavenly Court would ......

Well, it's useless to try it anyway, it's better than the cheap group of people who don't do things for nothing!

Thinking of this, he no longer shirked, greeted Ao Yu and the others, and stood still according to the instructions of the painter.

"That's it?"

After a while, seeing that the painter did not move, Ao Yu, who was painting for the first time, blinked his eyes blankly.

Seeing that the painter nodded in confirmation, she immediately cheered and ran over: "Ha~ I didn't expect it to be quite fast, I'll take a look at it!" ”

It was also the first time that Hei Feng saw that Yu Gan did not object, so he also happily came over.

In contrast, the remaining three are much calmer. Zhu Bajie and Sun Wukong, one is well-informed, and the other is full of worries, so they are too lazy to join in the fun.

Although Yu Gan has never painted a portrait, he took a lot of photos in his previous life, so he is not interested in it.

I wanted to take this opportunity to talk to the king about the lion corpse, but I heard Ao Yu call like a lark.

"Elder ~ Elder! Come and take a look, this painting is so beautiful! ”

This stupid girl, you are also a monk in the fairy realm, and you are not afraid of people's jokes when you shout so much.

Shaking his head a little helplessly, Yu Gan had no choice but to press the matter and quickly came to the front of the scroll.

"Huh?"

He thought it was the popular color of Xiniu Hezhou, but what he wanted to catch his eye was a pair of shallow Jianggong strokes, and he couldn't help but be surprised for a while.

Dongsheng Shenzhou is far more than 10,000 miles, but this painter can learn such techniques, I am afraid that he is also a person with a story!

Giving a slight salute to the half-old painter standing with his hands down, Yu Gan savored the portrait.

He was born extraordinary, coupled with extremely exquisite craftsmanship. The person in the painting is like an immortal Buddha with a protector virgin, and the air of dust is fully revealed.

It's a pity that the painting is a good painting, but the smiling appearance of his own chrysanthemum on it makes him feel a little awkward.

The king of black chickens on the side saw that his face was discolored, and he looked at the color behind him as he looked at it. Pointing to the white chrysanthemum in the lower corner of the portrait, he asked in an unkind tone, "How can there be such an unfortunate thing?" ”

The gray-haired painter's body trembled, and he knelt on the ground and replied in a trembling voice: "Xia Guan was dumped by the holy monk's bearing just now, and only after painting this gentleman's flower did he find that the paint was exhausted, and the minister was guilty of death!" ”

Yu Gan touched his nose a little embarrassed. It's not this that makes him awkward, but another meaning of chrysanthemum......

However, this painter is also wrong, and he was thinking about how to remind some kings, but now he has an idea.

Wanyan persuaded the king who wanted to punish the crime, and Yu Gan first asked for the consent of the painter, which attracted the spirit of silk and gold to dye the white chrysanthemum at his feet with gold.

Then he sketched a few times in his hand with a finger pen and replaced a budding peach blossom.

"There are paintings but no poems, but they are not beautiful, and the poor monks are ugly."

After filling the peach blossom bones with a little delicate pink, Yu Gan's fingers were linked, and the pen walked between the dragons and snakes, and a song of seven uniques jumped on the paper.

The sassy west wind is full of courtyards, and it is difficult for the cold fragrance and cold butterflies to come.

If I am the Green Emperor in his year, I will report that the peach blossoms will bloom together.

"Good poetry! At first glance, I only feel that the words are good, and the details are as if they are immersive, the elders are talented! Since the Four Holy Villages, Hei Feng finally waited for Yu Ganfu to write poems, and hurriedly shot out a series of sycophants that he had thought about a long time ago.

Although everyone in the Black Chicken Country is also amazed, the focus is on its talented immortal methods.

In the bustle, only the black chicken king had a deep groan on his face, and he didn't make a sound for a long time.

The holy monk is a disciple of Buddhism, why does the poem yearn for the Taoist immortals? Could it be that there is a different meaning......