After the doubts in his heart were solved, Zhuo Yuming thanked the Buddha and said goodbye.

He turned and walked towards the fog from which he had come, and when he stepped out of the fog, he reappeared on a mountain path from before. The Manjushri who had led him had already stood aside and waited quietly for him.

Zhuo Yuming thought about it a little in his heart, and he realized that he had just entered a small world in the cave heaven again.

The previous two times when I passed through the clouds, I was obviously aware of the subtle differences in the external environment, and it was obvious that the Bodhi Forest and the Lotus Lake were not from this place, but a cave with its own world. And that layer of misty fog barrier is supposed to be the entrance to the small world, and the prohibition in the clouds and mist separates the two worlds, so when he came here before, he didn't notice the strange qi at all.

"If the donor has nothing important, can he accompany the poor monk around?"

The Manjushri still did not speak, but transmitted the sound with his divine sense.

Zhuo Yuming smiled and nodded.

The two walked side by side towards the bottom of the mountain, this time Manjushri did not use the magic power of shrinking mountains and rivers, but walked slowly at the pace of ordinary people.

"Don't be surprised, poor monk Manjushri. He has been practicing closed-mouth meditation for more than 900 years, and he has not been allowed to speak for a thousand years, so he can only transmit sound with his divine sense. ”

Zhuo Yuming arched his hand and said to him: "Bodhisattva doesn't have to be polite, although the younger generation has doubts, he has no intention of blaming him. If the Bodhisattva is looking for the younger generation, please open your mouth, and the younger generation will know everything. ”

Manjushri clasped his hands together and nodded in acknowledgment.

"The poor monk wanted to ask the benefactor about the six dusts. ”

Zhuo Yuming's heart suddenly realized that the other party was looking for him, which was nothing more than asking about the Buddha's light or the ghost's coming. It seems that this Manjushri Bodhisattva has a great friendship with the former Puxian Bodhisattva.

After sorting out his thoughts slightly, Zhuo Yuming opened his mouth and said: "The first time the younger generation met Ghost Rulai was in the previous Demon City Demon War, when Ghost Rulai threw himself into the Demon Clan and seriously injured the Sword Saint senior. Later, the tide of the battle reversed, and the ghost left on his own. Then in the mustard seed world of the master of the Flying Painting Wall, I saw a wisp of spiritual consciousness incarnation of Ghost Rulai. The last time was on the Tower of Babel of the Longyang Dynasty, and the ghost came to see him, but he chatted with him for a few words. ”

After weighing it, Zhuo Yuming planned to tell the truth. After all, if you get the Buddha's heart, the other party, as one of the eight great bodhisattvas, will inevitably know about it from the Buddha's head. Now he has something to hide, but he seems to be lacking in energy.

Manjushri listened to what Zhuo Yuming said, and the waves in his heart lake suddenly rose.

On the originally silent mountain road, the wind suddenly rose, and the trees on both sides of the mountain road were swept away by the strong wind, swaying and trembling.

A killing aura suddenly dispersed, and the invisible qi swept by, and countless branches and leaves were shattered and fell one after another. In the distance, several pilgrims felt chest tightness and breathlessness, and they almost couldn't stand steadily.

The Bodhisattva lowered his eyebrows and looked at Vajra angrily.

Manjushri who reacted hurriedly reined in his qi, and the storm in the mountains dissipated in an instant and calmed down again.

Just after listening to Zhuo Yuming's narration about the ghost Rulai, Manjushri's indignation rose spontaneously, and for a while, the violent qi emanated out, and all the areas within a radius of dozens of zhang were affected by it. After reciting the scriptures in his heart and suppressing his anger, Manjushri bowed deeply to the pilgrims on the far side of the mountain path.

"Self-contemplation, self-respect. ”

An old and gentle Buddha whisper sounded softly around the two, and Zhuo Yuming heard the voice of the Buddha's head.

Manjushri clasped his hands together and nodded towards the mountains and forests.

The donor smiled, and when he heard what the donor said about Liuchen, he was angry in his heart and lost his temper for a while. ”

Manjushri Bodhisattva, who had transmitted the sound to Zhuo Yuming with his divine sense, had already returned to normal.

"It's okay, the Bodhisattva doesn't have to be polite. By the way, I forgot to ask the head of the Buddha for advice, I don't know what the name of the high monk who cast the flying painting wall is? After all, it can be regarded as a blessing from that senior, and I still don't know his respect, so I really don't want to go. ”

"That great monk is the head of the Buddha's disciple, and his Dharma name is not false. The great monks are extremely high, and the Dharma is profound, and the cultivation is high. ”

"It turned out to be a master of vain, and the younger generation will have the opportunity to go to Xingyang City to worship the master in the future. ”

Between the words, the two had already reached the foot of the mountain.

The Lotus Temple and his entourage had their doubts solved in their hearts, and they took their leave. ”

Zhuo Yuming saluted Manjushri and said goodbye, and after Manjushri returned the salute, his divine sense said: "The donor walks slowly, he has a free day, and he can come to the Lotus Temple again for a good visit." ”

Zhuo Yuming smiled and agreed, then turned around and left.

After Zhuo Yuming left, Manjushri turned around and stepped out, and appeared in the small lotus world of the Buddha's head.

"Manjushri, your state of mind still needs to be honed and honed, one Liuchen will make you lose your mind, and almost bring disaster to those good men and women. You have been attaining the bodhisattva status for many years, and if you don't understand it thoroughly, you will never be able to cross that threshold. ”

Knowing the intention of Manjushri, the head of the Buddha smiled and spoke.

"Buddha head, two thousand years ago, you let the poor monk sit in dry meditation for a thousand years, and the poor monk sat down. A thousand years ago, you asked a poor monk to practice meditation for a thousand years, and you saw that the period of a thousand years was approaching. I hope that this time the Buddha head will not hinder Manjushri, even if these thousands of years of practice are damaged, I will ask Liuchen what the Dharma is in his heart. ”

Standing on the shore of the lake, Manjushri's face sank like water.

In fact, most of the older generation of monks in the Lotus Temple know that among the eight Bodhisattvas of that year, Manjushri Bodhisattva and Fuxian Bodhisattva were the most friends. Before attaining attainment, the two of them often studied the Dharma together and exchanged experiences.

The gentle and elegant Bodhisattvas are often sharp and domineering in their rhetoric when debating Zen. On the contrary, Manjushri, who has a violent temperament, is very tolerant and soft-spoken. The friendship between the two is very deep, and later after obtaining the Bodhisattva fruit, they often travel together, quite a posture of not leaving Meng, and Meng not leaving focus.

At the beginning, the Fuxian Bodhisattva Six Dust Demon Barrier was confused and rebelled from the Lotus Temple, and the most angry person was not the Buddha head who was the master, but the closest Manjushri Bodhisattva.

After Liuchen left Miaoguang Mountain, Manjushri chased after him. When I returned to the mountain again, it was five years later.

When he returned to the mountain, Manjushri came back with a serious injury.

Later, the name of the ghost Rulai spread in the mountain, and after Manjushri learned about it, he quarreled with the Buddha head because of the matter of going down the mountain. Even the only ban issued by the Buddha for thousands of years was to prohibit Manjushri from leaving Miaoguang Mountain. But in the end, Manjushri, who was full of anger, still obeyed the Buddha's decree and did not leave the mountain without permission.

It's just that over the years, every once in a while, Manjushri would ask the head of the Buddha to come down the mountain. In the end, the Buddha and the Bodhisattva made a two-thousand-year covenant, dry meditation for a thousand years, and closed meditation for a thousand years.

Now that the 2,000-year period is only a few decades away, the Buddha knows that it is impossible to imprison him forever on Miaoguang Mountain.

The head of the Buddha sighed deeply: "In the Lotus Temple, you two have the best understanding. Liuchen went astray and fell into the devil's path. But you are trapped in knots in your heart, and you cannot become enlightened, and you are stagnant. This time, the old man is not stopping you, I hope that after you go down the mountain, you will be able to remove your karma and become enlightened. ”