In the middle of Baoshan Temple, an old monk opened the door.

"Who are you?

"The old man can warn you, this place is an important place for Buddhism, there is the protection of the Buddha, it is not a place for you monsters to go wild, if you monsters are interested, you should leave quickly. ”

When the old monk saw Sun Wukong and them, he couldn't help but hide behind the gate and spoke boldly.

Tang Mo walked out, smiled at him and said, "Master, don't be afraid! Tang Sanzang, a poor monk, is a monk who came from the Eastern Tang Dynasty and went to the West Heaven to learn scriptures. These are my apprentices, they look vicious, but they are all good people!"

"Do you have such good people? They are clearly monsters!"

The old monk said vigilantly, "You don't have eyes when you are an old man!"

Tang Mo explained to the old monk, "Although they are monsters, they have entered our sect and become the apprentices of poor monks!"

The old monk still wanted to talk nonsense, but the Bull Demon King had already walked out and said, "What nonsense are you talking about? If you talk nonsense again, believe it or not, I'll kill you! Hurry up and open the door and let us in!"

The old monk's neck shrunk, he didn't dare to say anything, and hurriedly said, "Please come in!

It has to be said that sometimes violence is the easiest way to solve the problem.

Tang Mo glared at the Bull Demon King and said, "Don't be rude." ”

He looked at the old monk and asked, "I don't know what to call the master!"

"The master can't talk about it! Lao Qu is the abbot of this Baoming Temple. ”

When Monk Mingjue spoke, they were still vigilant when they looked at the Bull Demon King.

Tang Mo said apologetically, "Abbot, I'm sorry! These apprentices of the poor monks are indeed a little reckless, but they are not bad-hearted!"

"The old man knows!

Mingjue replied with a smile.

He was really scolding in his heart, what kind of heart is not bad, this is clearly a group of monsters, fierce monsters.

Buddha, Buddha, you must bless the old man, and you can't let the old man be eaten by these monsters!

【Ding Dong!Fear!Negative Emotions from Mingjue +100.】

【Ding Dong!Afraid!Negative Emotions from Mingjue +100.】

Tang Mo knew what he was thinking, and he didn't say anything, so he asked Mingjue, "Abbot, where is the boundary here? The poor monk saw that there was only one abbot in this temple, why is this?"

Hearing his words, Monk Baoming was also sad, sighed and said, "This is the boundary of the Black Chicken Country. Presumably, the holy monk also saw that this Baoming Temple had also flourished before, but it had declined for some reasons. ”

The country of black chickens, the king of black chickens?

Monk Mingjue continued, "In the past, this Baoming Temple was also the royal temple of the Wuji Kingdom, and even the kings and nobles had to come to worship! ”

"In the old days, the king was a philanthropist and a loving man. My black chicken country is also smooth and peaceful. But five years ago, I don't know why, my black chicken country was punished by God, the land was in a great drought, not a single grass grows, and it has become a barren land!"

This drought lasted for three years, and in order to solve the plight of the country of Wuji, the king of Wuji took the lead in praying for rain and praying to heaven. ”

"At that time, a Taoist priest came from the west and exerted his magical powers to rain heavily for the king of Wuji! Since then, most of the people in the Wuji Kingdom originally believed in Buddhism and converted to Taoism!"

Monk Mingjue sighed and said, "Now, in the country of Wuji, the whole country believes in Taoism! Buddhism is declining, and this royal temple is no longer useful! Baoming Temple is declining because of this. ”

"After the decline of Baoming Temple, the people of the temple left one after another, leaving only Lao Qu alone!"

"So, old monk, how much integrity do you have?"

The little white dragon looked at Monk Baoming and said, "I admire the little white dragon!"

It's just because Lao Wei grew up in Baoming Temple and has feelings for it, so he has always stayed in this Baoming Temple. ”

Mingjue opened his mouth and said, "Speaking of which, there is nothing to complain about! Two years ago, the king couldn't ask for Buddha, and it was the Taoist priest who rained rain, which saved the king of Wuji, and even the old man was able to survive, and he also had to thank the Taoist priest." ”

Mingjue was very optimistic, and after saying these words, he felt that it was not right, and folded his hands and said, "Amitabha, sin! sin! Buddha atonement!"

When Tang Mo saw this scene, he had some thoughts in his heart.

In Buddhism, in fact, a large part of them are still monks like Mingjue, who practice Buddhism in secret, and they are not wrong.

What is wrong is that the Buddhas who are high up in the spiritual mountains are the ones who use the teachings of Buddhism to fool sentient beings.

Three years ago, the great drought in the country of Wuji, who can say clearly, is it which immortal Buddha is behind the spell and calculates.

It's just that Mingjue can't see all this at all because of his strength.

How strong you are, how far you can see.

"Amitabha! Good! The monks in the Baoming Temple have all left, and the abbot can persist until now, which is indeed admirable!"

Tang Mo said to Monk Mingjue.

Mingjue sighed and said, "I don't know how long I can hold out! ”

Mingjue also had no interest in continuing to talk, and his face was a little sad.

Tang Mo said to him, "The abbot is already very grateful for being able to entertain my master and apprentice, and the rest, I am waiting for the people of the Buddhist Sect, what is it for!"

Mingjue arranged for Tang Mo's apprentices to live in Baoming Temple.

And just when Tang Mo was sleeping, in the middle of the night, there was a ghost howling.

"Give me my life!

Tang Mo opened his eyes and followed the ghostly howl, and walked to the side of the glazed well in the West Courtyard.

A ghost wandered there, shouting, "Give me my life, give me my life!

"Donor, if you have anything to say directly, otherwise, the poor monk will only overtake the donor! The poor monk hates these tricks of pretending to be a god and playing tricks the most!"

Tang Mo looked at the ghost and said.

"Holy monk spare your life! Holy monk spare your life!"

This ghost manifested in a figure, dressed in a brocade robe, and was the king of the country of the black chicken.

"Holy monk, I have grievances, please ask the holy monk to make the decision for me!"

King Wuji said sadly, "Holy monk, I died unjustly!"

"If you have any grievances, come quickly! If there are really grievances, the poor monk will make the decision for you!"

Tang Mo looked at the King of the Black Rooster, and in his heart he had already calculated what happened here, but he didn't know what else would happen, or if there were other powers intervening.

The King of the Black Chicken said sadly, "Holy Monk, I am the king of the King of the Black Chicken, please help me!"

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