Chapter 567: I Have a Prajna Sutra

"Slow!" Goku reached out to stop him.

"What's the matter, big brother?"

"You answer here, I'll take a look!"

"But Senior Brother ... Sha Seng was stunned, obviously a little confused.

"Okay, don't fight, that old monk has deep mana, you are not an opponent!"

The monkey glanced carefully at the rippling lake under his feet again, and suddenly sneered: "It's the same root, why is it too anxious to fry each other!"

"It's the same root, why is it too anxious?"

Behind him, Sha Seng repeatedly chewed on the words that the monkey had just said, remembering the embarrassing past, and suddenly his old face turned red, as if he understood something a little.

Whoa!

Countless tiny water dragons suddenly snaked from the ground under Bajie's feet, wrapped in mud and sticking to fallen leaves, and then along his feet, instep, and calves, one by one, they swung their heads and tails, and quickly wrapped around his chest, abdomen, and neck.

"Ahh ！”

Bajie's big eyes looked in horror at the dense earthworm-sized turbidity dragons on the ground scrambling to climb up to his body, and for a while, his face turned white.

There are so many mud dragons, it's terrible!

In front of the Ten Thousand Buddhas Temple, Wukong slowly lowered the clouds, and then walked step by step to a place five meters away from Bajie.

Looking closely, I saw that the old monk was in rags, with a thin figure, under a pair of eyelids covered by long white eyebrows, a gray beard, and a kind face, but he looked like a monk.

Look at the nerd again, at this time, surrounded by the remnants of the lake and mud on the ground, and the water in his nose, ears, and mouth has long been unable to move, and it seems that he has been completely restrained.

"Alas!"

The monkey sighed softly, then bent down and bowed deeply.

"It's the same root, why be too anxious to fry each other!"

He folded his hands, looked at the ground quietly, then raised his head and said with a slight smile: "Disciple Wukong, meet Monk Dao'an!"

"Hehe, I've been waiting for so long, and the main owner is finally here!"

The old monk who was sleeping soundly on Bajie's lap gently blew away the long white eyebrows scattered in front of him, and then slowly opened his eyes.

"Oh, my old waist!"

He stretched his arms very willingly, then grabbed Bajie's thigh with one hand and slowly stood up.

Bajie grinned in pain, but unfortunately, the dumb person couldn't say if he ate Coptis chinensis and had bitterness, and all the bitter water could only knock out his teeth and swallow it in his stomach!

"Dao'an monk, please!" the monkey glared at the nerd fiercely, then respectfully stretched out his left hand and made a word of invitation.

"Well, you still know some rules! Unlike those pigs and dogs, who always like to hit me with small stones! they don't take me seriously at all!" Dao An snorted softly, and then walked forward tremblingly.

You old immortal, when I can move, see that I don't break your old arm. Bajie saw it in his eyes and cursed hatefully in his heart, but in front of him, he could only look helpless and bitter.

Behind him, Wukong stared seriously at Dao'an, who was walking in front, blinked his eyes, and then ignored the pig's little eyes for help, and followed unhurriedly.

Dao'an, formerly known as Shi Dao'an, was born in the Western Jin Empire, known as the Bodhisattva of the Indian Hand, admired Mahayana Buddhism all his life, is the first peak in the history of Buddhism in the Eastern Soil, older than the age when Tang Sanzang and Kumarosh were born, and wrote the famous "Prajna Sutra", a body of Buddhist attainments can be like coming, lighting the lamp.

For such a high-ranking monk, how to deal with it, the monkey has actually already thought about it in his heart.

But how to grasp the scale, he is not sure now.

Let's watch everything while walking!

Standing on the top of the steps, in front of the temple gate, Dao An stopped, then turned his back against the mountain gate, and slowly turned around.

Wukong was standing on the eighteenth floor of the steps, just standing in the middle of the entire staircase, and when he saw that Dao An had turned around, he immediately stopped.

"By the way, look at the old man's memory, I almost forgot to ask the last sentence!" Dao An shook his sleeves, then folded his hands together, and said tremblingly: "Amitabha, may I ask if the Buddha is here to find someone?"

"Exactly!" the monkey immediately returned the salute, "and ask the monk to open the mountain gate and let me take the people inside." ”

"Do you know who's in there?"

"Of course you know!"

"Alas, what a sin!"

Dao An suddenly sighed softly, then frowned and said, "This monk, I don't know what kind of bewitchment he has suffered, he has done such a thing to insult Buddhism, what a sin!"

"The monk is high, so please raise your noble hand, and return the old grandson to an innocent person!"

"Ahem, since the old monk left Lingshan two thousand years ago, he has been practicing in seclusion here, and he didn't want to be pure, but he fell into a detention task, and today, it should be liberated!"

"Oh, it turns out that the monk has been practicing here!" The monkey turned to look at the green mountains and green waters behind him, his eyes blinked, and he suddenly thought about it. "I don't know what the monk is doing now?"

"That monk, just a stinky skin is left! How not, how do I know!"

"Is there really only a stinky skin left?" the monkey secretly operated his fiery eyes, but under the golden mang's inner vision, he could still only see the Buddha's light under the temple, and it was difficult to distinguish the authenticity at all.

"Monk, is the monk really detained here?"

"It's true!"

"You and he are both Buddhists, wouldn't it be against the will of the Buddha to imprison him here and let you keep him?"

"People say: The Son of Heaven is guilty of the same crime as the common people! Buddha, once he has the intention of killing, how is it different from evil animals!"

"But he's a Buddha!"

"So what? Didn't you once be a Buddha?"

Dao'an's white beard fluttered slightly, and her back rose slightly. "The original intention of the Buddha was to persuade people to be good and cross the evil in the world, the so-called put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha, but it's a pity... Some people become Buddhas, but they end up picking up a butcher's knife that they shouldn't pick up!"

"This... What the monk said is extremely true: The Buddha has picked up the butcher's knife, how can he be a Buddha, and how can he lead people to goodness?"

The monkey nodded approvingly, "So, please also ask the monk to hand over the monk inside to me, so that I can give Huaguo Mountain an explanation!"

"Give Huaguoshan an explanation!" Dao An nodded slightly, and then slowly sat cross-legged on the ground.

"I sympathize with your plight, and I also hate all Buddhas who do evil and hide bad intentions, but since I am waiting here, I should naturally have my duty!"

"That... What does the monk mean?"

"The Buddha said, I don't go to hell, who will go to hell, and what I want to say is, I have a Prajna Sutra, and I can also cross people to be good, I don't know if I am interested in fighting to defeat the Buddha?"

"Prajna Sutra?"

The monkey grinned a little incomprehensibly, this old monk, at this time, why did he inexplicably mention a scripture book?"