Chapter 577: Cleansing the dirt and washing the heart is only to sweep the tower, and binding the demon to return to the right is self-cultivation
Fortunately, things are not too bad, in the deepest part of the Pipa Cave, Cui Shi and Zhu Bajie found their daughter Feng Laiyi, the king of the country, who had been imprisoned for many days.
Feng Laiyi is in the demon cave, life and death are uncertain, and her fate is slim, and she has long since lost the appearance of commanding hundreds of officials in the court.
"You ...... Here it comes. ”
Feng Laiyi's voice was dry and astringent, and it was quite difficult to maintain basic calm. Looking at Cui Shi's eyes, his eyes were a little complicated, flashing with tears.
This is a doomed disappointment after all.
Cui Shi is now under a lot of pressure, and she has no intention of provoking Her Majesty, so let her quietly become an ordinary passer-by on the way to learn scriptures.
When the queen returned to the court, it was naturally celebrated by the whole country.
Regardless of whether Cui Shi was willing to accept it or not, Feng Laiyi personally issued a decree to make Cui Shi the protector of the country. Although it is only nominal, no one has raised any objections, and if Cui Shi does not make a move, the queen is very likely to be trapped and killed in the Pipa Cave of the Poison Enemy Mountain, and the daughter country will also fall into civil strife and strife.
Knowing that he couldn't keep Cui Shi's footsteps, even if Feng Laiyi was reluctant in his heart, he could only personally lead the mighty team and send Cui Shi and Zhu Bajie dozens of miles away.
......
In front of the Flame Mountain, Cui Shi finally saw Tang Seng again. Since the six-eared macaque impersonated, the team that learned from the scriptures has only returned to its integrity today.
Tang Seng didn't know about this, in his opinion, the big apprentice went to Cuiyun Mountain to find the Iron Fan Princess for the matter of the Flame Mountain, who knew that there were so many fierce battles between you and the death, and the six-eared macaque who got the support of Maitreya Buddha and wanted to replace Cui Shi had died in the Basho Cave.
Of course, the problem of the Flaming Mountain had already been solved, and the Iron Fan Princess personally waved the banana fan, and the three fans extinguished the fire, and it could no longer be an obstacle.
The four of them continued to travel west, and on this day, a majestic city blocked the way.
Seeing it from afar, Tang Seng closed his eyes slightly on the horse and recited the words.
"Master, what is this scripture?"
Zhu Bajie asked playfully: "I don't seem to have heard much about it before." ”
"Alas, what a scripture. ”
Tang Seng sighed and said with a wry smile: "There are many difficulties and obstacles along the way, there are strange things in the mountains, and there are demons in the water. Although the city in front of him looks extraordinary, who knows if there will be some powerful demons entrenched in it. Since the Tang Dynasty Chang'an, we have also traveled tens of thousands of miles, but the Lingshan is still far away, sometimes think about it, I really don't know if there is a day to go to the Lingshan to worship the Buddha......"
"It's coming!"
Cui Shi suddenly interjected: "It's nothing more than opening a road and building a bridge in the mountains and water, if there are any demons and monsters, solve them together, and there will always be a day when you reach Lingshan." Let's go, I can't tell if there are any monsters in this city now, so ask the name first, maybe you'll know. ”
He held the golden hoop stick in front of him to lead the way, but his expression was much more solemn than before, and he no longer looked like he was indifferent. Tang Seng and the others seemed to be infected by this state, and they also put away their useless complaints and urged the horses to enter the city.
The city is prosperous, with high buildings and colorful clouds, and the streets that extend in all directions are filled with hawkers, hurried passers-by, brightly faced shops, and well-dressed rich people. The four masters and apprentices walked on the street, and Tang Seng faintly had a feeling of returning to Chang'an City in the Tang Dynasty.
In the hustle and bustle, I was open-minded, but suddenly saw a discordant scene.
There are more than a dozen monks in shackles, begging from door to door, some of them are lucky enough to get a few cold steamed buns and half a bowl of leftover porridge, and it is not strange for those who are unlucky to be scolded by some white eyes or even fists and feet.
Sympathizing with each other, Tang Seng was compassionate and enterprising, and stepped forward and asked: "Where are you monks, what crime have you committed to wear torture instruments, but you have to beg for a living?"
When those monks saw that Tang Seng looked dignified, and he was dressed as a virtuous monk, they knelt down and cried: "We are wronged monks in Jinguang Temple. ”
Jinguang Temple!
When Cui Shi heard this name, his heart sank, it turned out that this was already the next stop, the realm of the Sai Country.
Now that he recognized Jinguang Temple, there is no need to ask about the rest of the things, Cui Shi already knows the ins and outs of it.
"Master, we have come all the way from the Eastern Tang Dynasty, and when we encounter a temple, we always have to worship the Bodhisattva. Now that you know this Jinguang Temple, you might as well go to Jinguang Temple tonight to spend the night, and by the way, go to the incense and worship a Buddha, okay?"
Tang Seng naturally had no objections, and felt that this big apprentice was a lot more sensible, and he actually had the heart to worship the Buddha, which was really rare.
A group of people went to Jinguang Temple, saw seven big characters written horizontally in front of the mountain gate, and built the Jinguang Temple to protect the country.
Judging from the scale of the golden character, this temple has obviously been quite brilliant, so it has the name of "protecting the country". But now, the ancient hall lamp is cold and withered leaves sweep the wind, not to mention any pilgrims and the like, even the monks in the temple can't see a few, occasionally there are people who hear the movement and come out to check, they are all probes to probe their brains, and their faces are full of frightened and worried looks, lest some terrible disasters fall, and even their lives cannot be saved.
Tang Seng felt the same way, moistened his eyes slightly, and asked in a low voice: "Why is this good temple so dilapidated?"
A monk said with tears in his eyes: "In this Jinguang Temple, there is a pagoda, and the auspicious clouds on the pagoda are shrouded in the high haze. At night, it will radiate ten thousand rays of light, even if it is thousands of miles apart, you can also see the magnificent scenery and divine light here, the neighbors on all sides of the sacrificial country all worship and pay respects, and worship the sacrificial country as a state, and the tribute every year does not dare to have the slightest neglect. ”
"But three years ago, in the middle of the night, a strange rain of blood suddenly fell, polluting the divine light of the pagoda. Since that day, the golden clouds on the pagoda have never been seen again. In the past two years, other countries have gradually stopped paying tribute, and even the border has begun to be no longer peaceful, and there are more and more conflicts, all because of the disappearance of the golden light of the Jinguang Temple. ”
"Someone said that the monks in my Jinguang Temple stole the treasure on the pagoda, so they caused the current disaster. The king of the Saisai country listened to the slander and sent all the monks of Jinguang Temple to prison, tortured thousands of ways to torture them, and forced them to inquire about the whereabouts of the treasure on the pagoda. But our monks, the four are empty, where will they covet what treasures and property, to this day, it is still a public case with no results, but the Jinguang Temple has been broken, and it will never flourish again. Several elders are high-ranking monks from the Tang Dynasty, and I hope that you will be in the line of Buddhism, and exert great mercy and magic power to save these poor monks of our Jinguang Temple......"