Time flies quickly, and it has been more than half a year since the Tamarin King Yu fought with the male corpse. During this time, Luoyang was calm and there was no fighting, which also meant that there was nothing worth fighting for.

During this time, Chen Xian lived a very comfortable life, talking about Taoism and martial arts with his six brothers every day, or going to Luoshui to accompany Ming Xi to play, every day was very pleasant, and he was not in a hurry to return to the cave, which can be described as a happy thing.

Of course, he didn't forget his main business, and he worked hard to cultivate every day. However, he is now half-step Da Luo cultivation, between Taiyi and Da Luo Jin Xian, and pays more attention to the comprehension of the Tao and the improvement of the realm, but he does not need to blindly cultivate, relax his mood appropriately, and it is easier to sense the Dao.

Half a year passed, the mortal world to Yongping eleven years, the emperor Liu Zhuangli, who could not wait for a view of Chinese characters and Buddhist scriptures, overrode public opinion, and ordered to build a Zen temple for the two high monks of Moteng and Zhu Falan on a small hill on the north side of the three-mile imperial road outside the Xiyong Gate in Luoyang. In order to commemorate the white horse that traveled thousands of miles and camelped the Buddhist scriptures to Luoyang City step by step, Emperor Liu Zhuang named this newly built Zen temple after the white horse. Considering that this Zen temple is the residence built for the two monks of Chemoteng and Zhu Falan, after thinking that the two monks came to Luoyang, they have been living in the Hongnalu Temple, in order to give the two monks a familiar feeling, the new Zen temple was named the White Horse Temple.

Before the construction of the White Horse Temple began, Chemoteng and Zhu Falangyan were going to hold a prayer meeting (similar to the Taoist blessing ceremony), which the emperor naturally played.

Chanting sutras to eliminate disasters or something, it is just fooling mortals. If chanting and chanting Buddha can eliminate disasters and solve problems, there will not be so many ancient temples destroyed in natural and man-made disasters. Thinking of chanting to eliminate disasters is just a pretense, and the real intention is to fix the dragon vein and achieve the glory of the White Horse Temple.

Chen Xian and his six brothers are also idle today, and after using it too early, they went out together, climbed the Xiyong Gate, and watched the Buddhism practice.

It's not just the seven brothers of Chen Xian who are watching the excitement, there are more than ten Taoist priests standing on the mountain peaks in the distance, and there are also strong people in the void, and there are obviously other strong people hidden around. Well, the two of Morteng and Zhu Flange are also half-step Daluo's powerhouses, and at this time Luoyang Dragon is full of energy, it may be when the ancestral dragon relics are in the world, so two strong people appear, it really needs to be paid attention to.

As soon as the auspicious time arrived, the two monks of Morteng and Zhu Falan put on gorgeous robes, and the treasure solemnly came to the place where they met in the morning surrounded by a group of Buddhist disciples and officials.

Although the chanting of the Dharma is a disguise, but it is still necessary to go through a formality, and the arrangement that should be there is no less, prayer flags, **, wooden fish, conch, bells and drums, cymbals and other ritual instruments are the same and a lot. Of course, the most important Buddha statue was enshrined on the altar early in the morning, all kinds of seasonal melons and fruits, which can be found, are offered on the stage, and ambergris and crispy oil lamps are lit.

After leading a group of Buddhist disciples to worship the Buddha in three turns, one struck the bell and the other beat the drum to announce the start of the puja.

After beating the bell and drums, the two monks hold the prayer beads, knock the wooden fish, hit the golden cymbals, and lead the Buddhas to recite the Buddhist scriptures.

In the eyes of mortals, the two monks of Se Morteng and Zhu Falan were seriously chanting scriptures and praising the Buddha, but they didn't know that the two monks had already gone out of the body, hidden in the light of the Buddha, and cast spells on the field.

With a fierce glint in his eyes, the macaque king proposed: "Why don't we rush forward now, take the flesh of those two bald donkeys, and frustrate their spirits." ”

"Well, these two bald heads are half-step Daluo's powerhouses, and if the flesh is refined into a zombie, it should be good!" A greedy gaze appeared in the eyes of King Yurong, and he was eager to try.

"Don't make a mistake!" "The Bull Demon King waved his hand and shouted: "These two monks are the best of the half-step Daluo in Buddhism, obviously they have obtained the true inheritance of Buddhism, and they are taking the route of the golden body of the original god, and the flesh is just a stinky skin for them, which is not very important." It is really unwise to rob them of their flesh and cause evil with them for no reason, but it has no great influence on them. ”

"Let's be honest, let's just watch the show, those cows don't care about their noses, what do we worry about for them?" said the Jiao Demon King, slapping the macaque king.

The macaque king bared his teeth for a while, but he didn't say much, staring at the two bodies, his eyes kept rolling.

"Don't let me move, I'll tease the boss!" the macaque king smiled, secretly plucked a monkey hair, tore it in two, threw it into the air, fluttered, and after falling into the grass, it turned into two crows.

After the two crows looked around vigilantly in the grass, they ran into the forest, "quacked", flapped their wings and flew towards the site of the White Horse Temple.

In the hoarse cry of "quack ......", the two crows swooped down, and after leaking two bubbles of thin on the bald head of the second monk, they flew away.

The two eminent monks, Morteng and Zhu Falan, were out of their bodies at this time, and they were concentrating on exploring the dragon veins and Dingbao acupoint, and only a wisp of divine thought was left to control the physical body, guiding the believers to chant the scriptures, and they didn't expect to be a disaster...... No, falls from the sky. I didn't find anything unusual, still holding two pieces of white bird feces on my head, and reciting Buddhist scriptures with a solemn face.

"Haha......" Seeing that the prank was successful, the macaque king was immediately overjoyed and leaned back with laughter.

"What's so funny, isn't it just that the crows are leaking feces? These two crows are all in trouble, and they actually fly and pull them, and they leak on the heads of the two high monks, it's really ......" The Lion Camel King shook his head and said.

The macaque king didn't speak, and he was so happy there that he was about to laugh with tears.

After laughing for a while, the macaque king stopped, the effect of the secret path does not seem to be very obvious, and it is easy to be misunderstood as an accident, and the two bald donkeys are stunned, and in the eyes of those mortals who don't understand anything, they have become two people with profound Buddhism, not moved by external objects, but have achieved each other, how can this be done?

The fierce light flashed in the eyes of the macaque king, and he didn't do anything in his heart, so he just messed up this matter.

The macaque king's eyes rolled, he thought about it, jumped out of the primordial spirit, and went straight to the mountains and forests while the brothers didn't check.

The Yuan Shen of the Macaque King took a turn in the mountains and forests, and when he came out, there was a basketball-sized honeycomb in his hand, and the exit of the honeycomb was sealed by the fairy yuan, and the bees were buzzing inside, but they couldn't get out.

"Hehe, chanting to eliminate disasters, the monkey master will make you continue to suffer!" The macaque king smiled, turned into a white-haired eagle, grabbed the honeycomb, and "chirped" to the sky.

The white-haired eagle of the macaque king soared into the sky, flew into the sky, and after coming to the sky above the site of the White Horse Temple, he aimed at the head of the motten, and as soon as the claws were released, the honeycomb was smashed over the head of the motive.

"Chirp!" the white-haired eagle transformed by the macaque king let out a loud eagle cry, circled in a circle, and fell into the mountains and forests.

After falling into the mountains and forests, the macaque king quickly regained his changes, turned into a breath of green energy, and quickly returned to his body.

At this time, the honeycomb obtained by the macaque king also drilled out of the clouds, with a sharp sound of breaking the air, like a meteorite, flying faster and faster.

At that time, Semorteng and Zhu Flange had already sorted out the direction of the dragon veins here, and were casting spells and refining them wholeheartedly, not paying attention to the honeycomb falling from the sky at all.

"Bang!" fell from a high altitude, the speed became faster and faster, and the honeycomb that had reached the speed of popping out of the lie smashed on the hard and glowing bald head of Se Moten, like a watermelon smashed by a sledgehammer.

The golden honey was scattered all over the sky, and the bodies of Morteng and Zhu Flange were the most, and the Buddhists on the side also fell a lot.

"Buzz ......"

The bees in the honeycomb were already very angry that the macaque king had restricted their freedom for a long time, and finally regained their freedom, their homes were ruined, and the honey they had worked so hard to brew was also ruined, and these bees immediately launched a suicidal attack.

The wasp tail needle is only a little weaker than the most poisonous woman's heart, and the nest of bees selected by the macaque king does not seem to be ordinary bees, except for the two rough skin and thick flesh of the two Morteng and Zhu Flange, and the bee tail needle can not be stung, those Buddhists and the officials accompanying them are miserable, a bag is bitten, red and swollen like a xiaolongbao.

"Ah......" screamed one after another, after the little monks who chanted the scriptures were bitten, they lost their prayer beads one by one, threw wooden fish, and rolled all over the ground, and the accompanying officials fled one by one, and the people who watched from afar saw that the bee venom was fast and fast, and ran into the distance, and the scene was very chaotic.

Although the two of them discovered the changes in the field, they who were refining the dragon vein could not be distracted at all, and could only let the poisonous bees rage.

There were not many bees in the honeycomb, only about a hundred soldier bees, and after most of them shot out the poisonous needles, the queen bee flew into the air and danced, and the bee colony quickly flew towards the deep mountains.

"Hehe......" Looking at the chaotic scene in the distance, the macaque king smiled, very satisfied with his masterpiece.

"Ahh

There are many high-ranking people among the people who watched the excitement, and they immediately knew that the person was hanging.

It is not uncommon for bees to sting people to death, but after only being stung three times and dying so quickly, it still jumps the mortals present, especially those who have been stung, one by one, their legs are sore, and they fall to the ground, crying for help.

As the initiator, the macaque king had no sense of guilt at all, let alone any compassion, but he smiled even more happily when he saw this.

Chen Xian traveled through the west for two or three hundred years, accustomed to life and death, the underworld, and saw a lot of ghosts with miserable deaths, and then the death was an ordinary monk who did not make a big contribution to the progress of the country, although he did not laugh like the macaque king, but he did not show any sympathy, and still talked and laughed with a few brothers on the side.

At this moment, Chen Xian found that an elderly Taoist priest standing on the mountain peak in the distance and watching the excitement shook his figure, came to the group of stung officials, took out some red pills from the gourd, and fed them into the mouths of those officials.

After those officials took the pill, the redness and swelling on their bodies quickly subsided, and the old man quickly took action to pull out the bee sting.

"Thank you, Lord Taishi, for coming to the rescue. The official of the group of officials obviously knew the old man, and after the poison was gone, he immediately got up and thanked him.

"Thank you, Lord Taishi, for saving your life!" After those little officials knew the identity of the old Tao, they kowtowed and thanked them.

If it is a monk, at this time, he must proclaim "Amitabha Buddha", and then say two words to save people's lives and build a seventh-level floating slaughter, Lao Dao waved his hand, did not answer, turned around and walked in the direction of Luoyang City.

"My lord, these monks ......" Seeing that the old Taoist priest was leaving, the official hurriedly stepped forward and said.

"There is a difference between monks and monks, and I have no elixir...... Lao Dao stopped, and after explaining the reason why he didn't save himself when he saw death, he changed his words and said: "And Buddhism is not a regular tax, I don't go to hell, who goes to hell, I am fulfilling them!"

Xu was in order to cooperate with the old way, and another monk screamed miserably, spat out and kicked his feet away.

The old Taoist was about to turn around, and suddenly a thought: Buddhism has vast magical powers, and Jizo is the leader of the Netherworld, and it is only a matter of one sentence to return the souls of a few people.

"If you die, you should go down quietly!" Old Dao snorted coldly in his heart, and when he had an idea, he looked up to the sky and sighed: "These monks died innocently and tragically, and their grievances are extremely heavy. ”

After Lao Dao finished speaking, he immediately turned around and pretended to walk around the dead monk, reciting Taoist scriptures, and sprinkling something on the corpse from time to time.

"The old Taoist priest was insidious enough, and he actually scattered the rotten bones on the monk's corpse, directly causing half of the bones of the corpse to rot, and he couldn't restore his soul. The macaque king laughed.

"Dog eats dog, a mouthful of hair!" said the Bull Demon King, but he held his chin and pondered, secretly saying that this thing is a little weird, first the crow, and then the poisonous bees are raging, could it be that the people of the Daomen are plotting against the Buddhism.

There were a total of nine monks who accompanied Morteng and Zhu Falan to participate in this chanting and disaster elimination puja, all of them were stung, except for one who was highly resistant to bee venom and did not die, but the flesh on his face was rotten, the rest were all dead, and without exception, half of the bones were scattered by the old Taoist with rotten bones.

After the two sacrifices of Mo Teng and Zhu Falan were finished refining the dragon veins and fixing them, after the Yuan Shen returned to the body, he immediately glared angrily at Lao Dao.

The old Dao only has the cultivation of the Golden Immortal, and he was glared at by the two half-step Daluo powerhouses, and his body couldn't help but tremble, but thinking that he was now representing the Daomen, he immediately straightened his body and said to the two monks: "The two masters don't need to thank me, even if a wild dog dies on the side of the road, the poor Dao will also come forward to take his place." ”

Comparing the disciples of Buddhism to wild dogs, they are obviously bad but they regard themselves as benefactors, and both Morteng and Zhu Falan are angry, but they can't be obvious, and they almost vomit blood in anger.

"By the way, regarding today's matter, the poor Taoist will truthfully play Your Majesty, let Your Majesty reconsider the matter of building the White Horse Temple here, and persuade Your Majesty to build a temple for the two of you in another place. And the matter of site selection is handed over to my Taishi Bureau, after all, feng shui is a good reputation, which is the task of my Taishi Bureau. "The old Taoist priest made matters worse and added fuel to the fire.

"You ......" Morteng and Zhu Flange were so angry that they frowned, but they had nothing to refute, and secretly said that this accident was the ghost of this old way.

"So I'll go back to writing the recital, so that I can choose a treasure for the two masters to build a house as soon as possible. The old Taoist priest was actually under the pressure of the two half-step Daluo powerhouses, and his feet were already cramping, and after saying the words, he pulled out and left, took two steps, and suddenly turned around and said: "By the way, two masters, you should still wipe the crow on your head, that thing is unlucky, and the impact is not good." ”