(Chapters 60 and 61 are reversed, sorry......)

Wei Ye held the peach gold, squinted at the half-truncated head, and unsurprisingly saw regret and fleeting greed on the face of this part-time mercenary foreign path mana monk.

Devadatta was born as a cat countless eons ago, and Shakyamuni was born as the king of the rat. The rats under Shakyamuni's rule were all happy to practice the Dharma, and the old cat Devadatta, who wore Buddhist beads around his neck, said to Shakyamuni: "Old cat, I am now taking refuge in the Dharma, and I would like to go to the kingdom of the rat king to do practice." ”

The cat went to the country of mice to practice, and such stupid words could not even deceive the second senior brother, but Shakyamuni believed Devadatta's words, so he welcomed Devadatta into the land of rats to practice.

The ending of this story is sad, the old cat Devadatta eats so much that his skin is smooth and his body is fat, and all the mice in the mouse country except Shakyamuni have become cat dung.

And the Devadatta Five Dharmas passed down by Devadatta, just like the old cat Devadatta in this story, seem to be Dharma, and it is also Dharma when practiced, and even the Buddha's blood and Buddha's breath that have been cultivated are no different from ordinary Buddhist disciples. However, whether it is the blood of the Buddha or the breath of the Buddha, once they are exposed to the breath of the true Buddhist disciples, the seemingly peaceful breath of the five dharmas of Deva will become a gluttonous beast that can never be satisfied, greedy and bloodthirsty, and has to devour those real Buddha's breath completely.

In more popular terms, the five methods of Deva are the Northern Shengong in Buddhism and the Dafa of Absorbing Stars between Bald Donkeys.

Compared with the five methods of Deva, the star-absorbing Dafa that can be done by me has to take care of the aftermath of the rebellion of the different true qi from time to time. However, the founder of the Five Dharmas of Deva is the Devadatta who has been entangled with Shakyamuni for countless eons, and he is also a great master who has a deep understanding of the Dharma and has the status of a bodhisattva, so for the Five Dharmas of Deva, there is no possibility of rebellion by different Buddhas.

The capital is to recite the Buddha and see the Buddha, but the five methods of Deva are the real Buddha and see the Buddha. However, it was not Shakyamuni or Amitabha Buddha who saw it, but Devadatta, who was called the Heavenly King Nyorai.

Therefore, for the half-headed Tuo, the drop of Arhat blood that Wei Ye burned to nothingness was really a rare and great supplement for him. It's no wonder that the half-headed Tuo looked at Wei Ye's eyes at this moment, and he was a little resentful.

Wei Ye didn't have a positive reaction at all to the resentful eyes of this foreign monk who was doing mercenary work, and snorted coldly: "Buddhism practice, first enter the realm of desire for six days, stop all desires, and then enter the four meditation heavens to determine all delusions, and cultivate until you enter the colorless Zen and stop all troubles, which is just a Hinayana sound. You have only cultivated to the realm of desire for six days, and you dare to provoke the blood of the arhats who are attached to the arhats? You really want to let the drop of the blood of the arhats that are born from the delusions of Zhu Falan or Ka Ye Morteng into your heart, but I am afraid that the foundation of your practice of the five methods of Deva will be completely destroyed, and even your divine consciousness will be washed into confusion by the old monk who loves to preach. ”

Half-headed Tuo was silent, but Wei Ye added a few more words, and saw the good style of teaching younger brothers and sisters in the past: "This is like that nerd surnamed Duan Reputation just learned the Northern Shengong of the Xiaoyao School in the Langhuan Blessed Land, and only then did he come out of the cave and didn't go to suck up the tricks of Guanghao, Ge Guangpei and the like, but he hit the idea on Zhong Wanqiu, Huangmei Monk, a master who has been famous for decades, what is this not looking for death?"

For such a well-established and in-depth preaching, Half-Headed Tuo sighed and said: "Even if Mr. Wei has so much money that you bite your hands and burn your buns, we are a hard-working person who eats by hard work, and this drop of Arhat blood is something I can't use myself, isn't it good to take it to the Astral Gate and sell it on consignment?"

Wei Ye also prepared several paragraphs that combined theory and reality, and was about to take them all out to entertain a half-headed Tuo with a full face, listening to this sentence, he suddenly became dumbfounded.

After a moment of silence, the immortal warlock sneered with some confidence: "I was born to see these bald donkeys disgusted, as soon as I saw that I don't know whether it was Zhu Falan or Jia Ye Moteng left that the drop of pickled things stained the magic sword, how could I think of any way to turn waste into treasure, of course, I quickly cleaned it up." ”

Scolding the bald donkey in front of the monk, this is different from the yin villain who scolds Huai, which is more like being too reckless by nature to look at the atmosphere. As soon as Wei Ye's words came out, he felt that something was wrong, so he had to clench his fist to his mouth as if he were disguised, and coughed lightly twice.

This time, it was the half-headed Tuo who replied magnanimously: "It's okay to scold the bald donkey in front of me, you see that my hair is still there, even if you want to scold, it is not a bald donkey, but only a thief." ”

The monk with an inch of hair, practicing the most secret and sinister outer way of asking the holy Dharma in Buddhism, said a cold enough joke about the words bald donkey and thief in the mouth of a certain immortal warlock.

However, whether it was the strange method that devoured the Buddha's breath and Buddha nature, or the pure and fierce true fire on someone's sword, which was enough to burn all the yin and evil things here in Huaili County, it was enough to make some beings vigilant.

The scene in the bronze mirror was only fleeting, but the fire, the blood, had brought enough information.

The original name of Mangshan Mountain is called Mountain, in fact, it is on the ground of the Pingchuan River in Guanzhong for 800 miles, and such a height can only be called the original. Just above the Mangshan Plain, a viewing platform rises from the extremely flat original roof.

There is no sparseness in the viewing platform, a curtain made of pearls on the hall where the master lives, and behind the curtain there is a long couch carved from Xuanshan stone, and some white veils are gently dancing next to the couch. If you ask a tasteless fairy warlock to evaluate the furnishings on this viewing platform, you can probably only get one sentence: "Why are they all some Chinese ghost spirits and sunflower treasure style?"

Covered by heavy veils, the woman half-lying on the Xuanshan stone couch looks like a girl in the boudoir with a hazy sense of youth. The person who is qualified to recline on the stone couch in this viewing platform is none other than Mrs. Diyi.

Through the beaded curtain and veil, you can vaguely see the cool and smooth silk shirt on Mrs. Diyi's body outlining a perfect curve, and a pair of smooth and delicate feet like white lotus flowers gently resting on the edge of the stone couch, shaking slightly, actually bringing out a sense of shame and seduction, and a sense of confusion of heaven and demons.

To achieve such a position as a god of the earth, there is naturally no need to do some boring and dirty things that are seductive with beauty. At this moment, Mrs. Diyi also had a completely focused look on her face, and she didn't care that the one-horned old man sitting on the guest seat secretly moved her pupils and looked at her **** feet.

"Venerable Hanlin is dead," Lady Diyi's voice echoed softly in the viewing platform, with a cold meaning, "Gong Jiang, this is not the same as the news you brought. ”