"Huh!"

Chu Wangxian gently withdrew his fingers.

The memory of the pseudo-Fuxi is locked, and the memory is like water entering a deep well, and at this moment there is only a thumb-thick gap at the wellhead, and the well water cannot be punched.

If he forcibly reads it, the mouth of the well is broken, and the well water dissipates, and the memory of the pseudo-Fuxi will be destroyed.

Ponder for a moment!

Chu Wangxian was serious, he knew that he couldn't read it, and the only way to do it was to use Zhuang Zhou Mengdie's means.

Among the Daomen, if you talk about illusion first, Zhuang Zhou is the first, and it is even stronger than Taishang Laojun.

It is recorded in "Zhuangzi" that Zhuang Zhou changed into a butterfly in a dream, and the butterfly reverted to himself after waking up from the dream.

The most clever illusion is not to pull the opponent into the illusion set by himself, but to let himself enter the opponent's dream.

This is Zhuang Zhou's dream butterfly.

Chu Wangxian nodded the pseudo-Fuxi's forehead again, and his consciousness turned into a butterfly and entered the memory of the pseudo-Fuxi.

......

"Venerable Rahula, Venerable Rahula!"

Chu Wangxian opened his eyes violently, and saw a bearded monk sitting opposite, with a pious face.

At a closer look, this monk is a Tianzhu monk.

His skin is slightly darker, his limbs are withered, and he is dressed in a red robe.

"Venerable, you are awake!"

Chu Wangxian nodded silently, knowing in his heart that Zhuang Zhou Mengdie, the most terrifying thing was that he had entered the dream realm of his opponent and became a Rahuluo.

And Zhuang Zhou Mengdie is also in danger.

Rahula's feelings and memories would constantly corrode him, and if he could not distinguish between the present and the unreal, he would fall into dreams forever.

But erosion is also mutual!

Rahula will erode him, he will erode Rahula, and who is he in the end? If you can't tell the difference, you can even be schizophrenic.

Therefore, in the fairy world, when it comes to Daomen Zhuangzi, everyone gasps. Because he will sneak into your memory, and even at some point, it will erode your memory.

"Is there something wrong?" Chu Wangxian asked, arranging the robe draped on his body, and he had incarnated as Rahula, the son of Shakyamuni.

"Is His Holiness still angry?"

The next old monk spoke cautiously.

A string of memories came flooding back, and Chu Wangxian knew that this monk's name was Jiatian, and he was a disciple of Sariputta. Sariputta is one of the ten disciples of the Buddha. Katian is by his side, really serving, really watching.

"Angry?"

Chu Wangxian restrained his concentration and said calmly: "I'm not angry, I just remembered something. ”

He looked down and saw that his hands were holding arm-thick wood and a carving knife. There was a faint outline of a face on the wood, and from the appearance, it was a woman.

I was carving a wooden figure.

Chu Wangxian got up, sighed slightly, opened the door of a room, and put the half-finished wooden statue into the cabinet in the room.

in the cabinet.

There are dozens of statues, half of which are a woman, lying or standing, with kind eyebrows and a slender posture.

This is his mother, Yajendhara, the wife of the Buddha.

But on each wood carving, the chest is heavily pierced.

Wood carving has no heart.

Chu Wangxian could feel strong feelings, the mother and son were connected by blood, and the heartache of not being able to see each other. That's why he carved every day and destroyed his heart.

"If the Buddha does not die, my mother will suffer forever. ”

Chu Wangxian said suddenly.

Jiatian's face turned pale with fright, and he hurriedly dissuaded him.

"Amitabha, Venerable Rahula, be cautious, be cautious!"

Chu Wangxian thinks about Yajendhara, there is only infinite sorrow, and when he thinks of Shakyamuni, it is endless hatred.

Rahula's memories were eroding him.

Chu Wangxian saw Rahula's anger because the Buddha scolded his mother, Yasundhara, for being a slut. And his mother, Yajendhara, is being imprisoned and suffering in Mount Sumeru in the Western Heavens.

"Tears!"

Chu Wangxian touched his face, and tears flowed down.

Xuanzang's "Records of the Western Regions of the Tang Dynasty" recounts a story.

The story of a horned immortal and the Buddha's wife.

Legend has it that once upon a time, there was a doe in the mountains of Polonai who drank the pee of the fairy and gave birth to a son, the appearance of a human, the hoof of a deer, and the first horn. The doe gave the child to the peeing fairy and left, and the fairy knew that it was his own child and raised it well, and named it a horn. When a corner grows up, there are five supernatural powers, and everyone calls him a corner immortal.

The Horned Immortal is a moody person.

One day in a torrential rain, a corner of the immortal accidentally slipped and injured his foot in the torrential rain, so he cursed the local area not to rain for 12 years. It has not rained for many years, causing the local grass and grains to die, and the people are miserable and have no way to live. The king of this country will hang a heavy reward, who can break a corner of the immortal's supernatural powers, let the sky rain heavily, will give a heavy reward, the wind and dust woman Fan Tuo came to apply.

Fan Tuo filled the vehicle with fine wine and food, came to the valley where the One Horn Immortal lived, let the One Horn Immortal drink fine wine, eat delicious food, and take a bath with her, which aroused the desire of the One Horn Immortal, and the Fan Tuo intersected, lost his supernatural powers, and the sky began to rain, and it rained for seven days and seven nights. After seven days, the wine and food were all eaten, and Fan Tuo said that there was still something under the mountain, so he rode a corner of the immortal down the mountain.

This fan is Yajandhara.

Rahula's mother, wife of Buddha Shakyamuni.

No one knows why Xuanzang recorded the story of the cheating of the Buddha's wife in "The Western Regions of the Tang Dynasty", and what kind of mood he wrote this gossip story.

However, this story is recorded in the Sutras of the Buddha's Books, the Treatise on Great Wisdom, the Sutra of Past and Present Cause and Effect, the Dharma Garden Zhulin, and the Sutra of Great Benevolence.

Perhaps among the Buddhists, it is not Sakyamuni who is full of words, and there are also opposition factions in the Buddhists, and they are secretly slandering the Buddha by various means.

Because of this, the Buddha cursed Yajendra and imprisoned her.

Rahula's inability to become a Buddha and his stay in the world is also related to this.

"Katian, what is a Buddha?"

Chu Wangxian asked angrily.

"This!"

Kati was stunned, didn't know how to answer, and was in a dilemma.

This is not a question he can answer.

"Well, one of the four great ones is empty, and the six roots are pure, is it right to give up his wife and abandon his children in order to become a Buddha? Since the four are empty, why are you still coveting the position of this Buddha...... Nothing can escape the word power. ”

Chu Wangxian continued to hate and hate, and there was infinite hatred in his guttural voice.

"Venerable Rahula, don't say it. ”

Gati was so frightened that his face was bloodless, and his hands trembled.

"Let's go!"

Chu Wangxian ordered the eviction of guests, and after a long silence, he looked into the closet and took out a wooden statue on the lowest level.

This wooden statue is a winged black dragon, lifelike.

Pushing the wooden statue to the side of the table, there was a sound.

"Have you thought about it?"

"Yes, I figured it out!"

Chu Wangxian said with strong feelings. He had already heard that the voice in the wood carving was the Demon Emperor Feng.

"I gave up the Buddha's way, and you helped me become an immortal, no matter what the price is. ”

"It's not even yourself anymore, your memories and your soul will be tampered with. ”

The wind whispered slowly.

He wants to perform the technique of pseudo-Fuxi, the son of the Buddha, Rahula is the best carrier.

The two didn't know when, but they actually got in touch.

"It doesn't matter, if I'm not me, just get rid of my sorrow, as long as I can kill the Buddha, no matter what it becomes, it's up to you. Chu Wangxian said hatefully.