The yellow sand is long, and the morning fog is thick.

A gloomy white figure with a hat came from a distance.

If one looks closer, they will see that it is a young man with a stubbled beard, dressed in a white cloth, stepping on monk's shoes, and a little dew on his hat.

His appearance is very ordinary, but his eyes are very bright.

Even if the front is barren, his steps are still steady.

Before you know it, the sun hangs in the middle of the sky.

The man slowly stopped and took out a leather pot from his bosom. He unplugged the cork and took a sip of his head, then stuffed the leather pot in his arms and continued westward.

After walking for another three or five days, he saw a young man with four swords sitting cross-legged on the bank of a vast sand river in front of him.

The young man was like a red dust fairy, his clothes were blown by the wind, and the sand was not stained with dust.

Seeing this, the man approached forward, and when he came to the young man, he sat down cross-legged with a smile on the corner of his mouth, and said after reciting a Buddha horn with both hands: "Amitabha, the donor has been waiting for a long time, and the poor monk is here!"

Under his words, Li Qing suddenly opened his eyes, with a little surprise on his face, and asked, "How do you know that this seat is waiting for you?"

The monk's face was flat, and the corners of his mouth were full of smiles: "The Buddha master once gave the little monk a dream, but there is a demon heavenly monarch in the quicksand river realm who wants to eat the little monk!"

Li Qing smiled suddenly, he rarely had the leisure to chat like at this moment.

Looking at the young monk in front of him, who was no more than twenty years old, Li Qing smiled and asked, "You're not afraid?"

The monk also smiled and asked, "If the poor monk is afraid, won't the Heavenly Monarch eat the little monk?"

Li Qing said: "If you don't come here, where will I eat you?"

The monk shook his head slowly, and said: "The Bodhisattva King of the Earth once said, if I don't go to hell, who will go to hell?" If the little monk doesn't come here, the true scriptures will not be transmitted to the vast land of the eastern soil one day.

Li Qing nodded lightly and said, "Compared to those in Lingshan, you are more like a Buddha!"

The monk pointed to his heart and said with a smile: "There is a Buddha in the heart, everyone is a Buddha, there is no Buddha in the heart, the Buddha is a broken stone statue that does not understand the suffering of the world!"

When the words fell, he said: "The poor monk is a Buddha, how can you not be a Buddha? As a zombie, if you do not harm all things in the world, you are a Buddha! Whether it is a zombie or a Buddha, as long as you have good intentions, you are a Buddha! But if you have evil thoughts in your heart, a Buddha is no different from a zombie! If all sentient beings are freed from suffering, the Buddha is a stone statue!"

Li Qing smiled and said, "Dare to ask the mage number?"

The monk bowed his head, put his hands together and said, "Poor monk law golden cicada!"

Li Qing was surprised when he heard this, and said in amazement: "Do you know your past life?"

Jin Chan shook his head and said with a smile: "There is a saying that there are nine for the extreme in the world, and there is also a saying that the Buddhists also have the saying that ninety-nine are one, the poor monk is reincarnated in the ninth generation, accumulates the merits of the ninth generation, and is born to realize the great truth, but the identity is put down!"

When the words fell, he looked at Li Qing with those bright eyes, and said: "The Heavenly Monarch wants to wash away the sins of the past with the merits of the ninth generation of the poor monk, but the poor monk also wants to use the merits of the ninth generation to save the Heavenly Monarch from the sea of suffering! The merit is illusory and inexhaustible, and the little monk gives up the small merit of the ninth generation in exchange for the great merit of the ninety-nine generations, why not?"

Li Qing nodded, narrowed his eyes and said, "How do you want to die?"

Jin Cicada immediately smiled, put his hands together and said, "Please also ask Tianzun to open his mouth!"

Li Qing was stunned when he heard this, and then slowly opened his mouth with a vigilant look.

At that moment, I saw that the golden cicada in front of me was blooming with a golden light of merit, illuminating the entire barren land into a golden yellow.

In the golden light, the voice of "Nan Wu Amitabha" continues!

And as these Buddha horns continued to sound, the flesh of the golden cicada also decayed and aged at a speed visible to the naked eye, and in the blink of an eye, only a dry bone was left to sit in front of Li Qing, and at the heart of the dry bone, a little golden light also flew away from the body at this time and rushed into Li Qing's mouth.

The next moment, Jin Cicada's gentle voice sounded in Li Qing's ears.

"The heavens, the earth mother, the little monk Jin Cicada, I am willing to give up the merits of the ninth world, wash away the past sins of the Demon Heavenly Monarch, and the karma of the near future, there is no Amitabha Buddha in the south!"

When the words fell, the golden light that shrouded this barren land was pressed down towards Li Qing like an overwhelming place.

At that moment, I saw that on Li Qing's body sitting cross-legged, thick black smoke rose up, and countless wails were annihilated.

This transformation lasted for a full nine days, and each day was equivalent to the merit of the golden cicada!

When the moon rises and sets on the ninth day, this vast golden light will disappear.

Li Qing slowly opened his eyes after the golden light disappeared, and then subconsciously checked himself, but found that there seemed to be no change, but he could see that there were several circles of dark iron chains wrapped around his body.

The chains were translucent, one end tied to him, the other to the sky above him.

It was like a chain falling from the sky, chaining him in mid-air.

Li Qing narrowed his eyes and said secretly: "Presumably this is the shackle that Hongjun locked for me!"

As soon as he thought of this, he looked up at the sky and suddenly sneered.

Since he will not be able to preach Da Luo in the Journey to the West World for the rest of his life, he will begin to accumulate mana, and when he leaves this world, the way of Da Luo will inevitably be obtained without proof!

At that time, I will come to Hongjun to settle accounts!

He didn't believe it, he couldn't kill Heaven in the future!

Thinking of this, he stood up and flew towards Lishan.

Lishan's mother said that day that she had been listening to the scriptures in Lingshan for 30 years, and she must have gone back now, after all, ...... The matter of spreading the Dharma to the east is calculated in the last thirty or fifty years!

As for the four swords of Zhuxian, as early as when Lu Bu was hanged, they were repaired by the sky-high blood qi on the battlefield.

Li Qing did not immediately return to Lishan in order to swallow the ninth scripture learner to wash away the sins of the past.

Now that he had his mind on it, he set off.

At this time, the Great Leiyin Temple of Lingshan in the West, if the Buddha returned from the catastrophe, he sat on the lotus throne and said to the many Buddhas, Bodhisattvas and Saints below: "I look at the four continents, and all beings are good and evil, and all parties are different. Those who win the Shenzhou in the east respect the heavens and the earth, and have a calm heart; those who are in the northern giant Luzhou, although they are good at killing, are only because of their livelihood, their temperament is clumsy, and they do not do much to practice; those who are in the west of Niu Hezhou are not greedy or killed, and they nourish the qi and latent spirits, although there is no supreme truth, and everyone lives a long life; but those who are in the south of the continent are greedy and happy and kill more, and the so-called tongue murder field is the sea of right and wrong. I now have the Three Tibetan Sutras, which can persuade others to be kind. ”

When the Bodhisattvas heard this, they took refuge with their palms together and asked in front of the Buddha, "If there is any such three Tibetan scriptures?"

Rulai immediately bowed his head and said: "I have a collection of the Fa to talk about the sky, a collection of the "Treatise" to talk about the earth, and a collection of the scriptures to save ghosts. There are a total of 35 books in Sanzang, and the 15,144 volumes are the scriptures of cultivation and the door of righteousness and goodness. I'm going to send it to the eastern soil, and Po is going to endure the stupidity of the sentient beings, slander the truth, don't know the purpose of my Dharma, and neglect the authenticity of the Yoga. How to get a man with magic power, go to the east to find a good faith, teach him to go through thousands of mountains, pass through thousands of rivers, go to me to seek the true scriptures, forever pass on the east soil, and persuade all sentient beings, but it is a great blessing and a good celebration of the depths of the sea. Who's going to go for a walk?"

When the Buddhas were silently pondering, Guanyin Bodhisattva approached the lotus platform and saluted the Buddha three turns: "The disciple is not talented, and I wish to go to the east to find a person to learn the scriptures." ”