The first monk in the Wenshu Monastery could hear the noise at the foot of the mountain, and smelled the aroma of wine and meat straight into his nose, he was a monk who regarded the rules of the hundred zhang Qing Dynasty as more important than his life, and suddenly stomped his feet and said: "These people in the towns under the mountain really don't know what to do! The houses they live in and the capital they make are all out of the temple, but they don't know how to advance or retreat, and they come to the temple to make trouble! Our Wenshu Monastery is the first Buddha selection field on Wutai Mountain, and the place where Manjushri Bodhisattva manifests himself, how can he withstand such a turbid smell of wine and meat!"

As he was talking, the monk of the temple on the side had sharp eyes, and he saw two attendants mixed with a white-bearded elder, a small novice carrying a tin staff behind him, and the group came out of the abbot, who was the presiding master of the Wenshu Monastery, Elder Zhizhen.

The first monk, the supervising temple, and the capital temple suddenly gathered around, and the first monk first bowed with his palms together before he said to Elder Zhizhen: "Elder, seeing that these people in the town under the mountain are getting more and more troublesome, and there are people who have ignored the elder's decree and secretly sold wine and meat to break the fast with the monks in the temple who do not abide by the rules. Now it is like this, separated by so many miles, and it makes the temple look like a wine and meat field, if the temple is closer to the bottom of the mountain, I really don't know what it will be! This time, the elders are merciful, and we really can't stand it, and we have to withdraw from those wine sellers!"

Elder Zhizhen shook his head slightly and said, "It's just the smell of some singing, and if you don't listen to it, you can just stop it." How can a monk detain what the people at home sing and eat? Moreover, the temple is far away from the bottom of the mountain, but the aroma of this song has come to the temple, and there is a cause for this, which is not known to you. Everyone keeps the Zen heart, don't be hooked by the six desires, and the old monk goes to the bottom of the mountain to say a thing. ”

After that, Elder Zhizhen didn't care about these monks in charge with a suspicious expression, and slowly walked towards the outside of the temple step by step.

When he walked to the mountain path, Elder Zhizhen told the little novice to take the tin staff and put it on his own hand, and said to the two attendants and the little novice, "The road ahead should not be the way you walked, and turn back." ”

Leaving the two waiters and the little novice, Elder Zhizhen walked along the mountain road with a tin cane, but stopped at the head of the cliff, looked at the stream below the cliff, slammed the tin cane, and shouted: "Where is the god of the stream? ”

He drank here, and a wave rose in the water, and an old man wearing a horned scarf and a soap robe rode a green ox out of the water. The old man's face was full of red from too much drinking, and he beckoned to Elder Zhizhen: "It turned out to be the elder of the Wenshu Monastery on the mountain, you are so good? The little god has now been ordered by the Immortal Talisman to send the silver to the seventy-two main store counters in Bianliang City to pay the bill, and the waterway is far away, so he won't say much to the elder." Another day, the little god will come back to listen to the elders' lectures. ”

As he spoke, the god of the stream burped and patted the green ox on the neck, and even the people and the cow sank to the bottom.

Elder Zhizhen heard this stream god say this, sighed, and was about to walk forward again, but saw a cloud floating half high and half low in the mountains.

When he arrived in front of him, the cloud turned out to be a white tiger with a condensed spirit, and a young Taoist in a bamboo crown robe stood on the back of the tiger, and he arched his hand towards Elder Zhizhen and said, "Although Wei has always hated Buddhism, a virtuous monk like Elder Zhizhen should also have some respect. Since the elder has come down the mountain, how should he know that Wei is coming?"

Elder Zhizhen saw the Daoist in the clouds, and said, "It turned out that Shi Zhenjun from Yandi had arrived here, and Zhenjun descended to the barren mountain, what happened?"

Wei Ye listened, waved his hand and said: "Where can Wutai Mountain be regarded as a barren mountain! This is also the fairy spirit cave house, the Purple Mansion Spiritual Realm, but Tang Shi Bukong, Vajra Zhi, Shicha Nanda and a group of disciples and grandchildren translated Buddhist scriptures, and attached this place to Manjushri Qingliang Mountain, and said that this is the dojo of Manjushri with five haired children, and it has become a holy place for Buddhism. The spirit of the mountain is as simple as silk, and the Buddhist door is soaked like ink, and now the appearance of Wutai Mountain, Elder Zhizhen, you have a lot of intentions. ”

These words sounded harsh, but Elder Zhizhen just said in a harmonious voice: "This is the merit of the former saint, but the old monk can't afford it. Zhenjun disturbed the mountain field this time, didn't he lead the old monk to come out to talk about the ancients, dare to ask Zhenjun if he came for the national teacher of the Liao State?"

Sitting cross-legged on the back of the tiger, Wei Ye smiled and said: "The elder is also a happy person, no wonder he loves Lu Ti so much, let him eat and drink and spill it, and defend himself in every way." Not only the general monk who is a national teacher, but also the Jiaojing widow who escaped under Xu Zhenjun's sword, and the demon who eats vegetables in Jiangnan, Elder Zhizhen has their background, let Wei go and show his strength?"

Elder Zhizhen listened, just clasped his palms and bowed his head and said, "Zhenjun, this is a trick in the red dust. The old monk doesn't have a thousand hands and a thousand eyes, so he can only stand by and speak, how dare he rap?"

Wei Yecai didn't care about the words in these Zen sects, interrupted his words and said, "Don't dare to rap, then borrow me a pair of discerning eyes?"

While speaking, the immortal warlock will point to the fingers, and a thousand leaves of the lotus flower condensed by flames emerge from the fingertips, and the white-clothed monk on the lotus has a snail on his head and shines brightly, and the bright treasure wheel behind his head rotates, and the goddess on both sides stands with a bouquet of flowers, which is actually a Buddhist atmosphere.

However, if you look closely, the lotus, the monk, the treasure wheel, and the celestial maiden are all fractals of countless fine talismans, layered together, supporting the outline of this Buddhist mantra.

When Elder Zhizhen saw it, he just said, "The True Monarch Fu Seal is a god." It's just that this is just the appearance of the Buddha, not the body of the Buddha. It is important to know that even if there is a lion in the clouds, it is not auspicious when you are looking at it. The true monarch is a talisman, but there is a Buddha appearance, not a Buddha body, although he is liberated, he still leads sentient beings into the fire pit, and then he evolves into the light Dharma realm and achieves the supreme pure land, but it is not the place where our Buddhas take refuge, but there is great virtue and great power, and the day when they succeed is at the end of the catastrophe. When the bad calamity comes, it is difficult to turn the karma, and the true monarch is the immortal of the Purple Mansion, so why bother here?"

Wei Ye listened, shook his head and said, "Elder Zhizhen, your monk's family is not good at this, what words come to your mouth, and they are so cloudy. Naturally, their goal is to 'destroy the world at the end of the world, divide the light and darkness into two parts, 9.6 billion Mingzi return to the Pure Land of Light, and 9.6 billion demons are locked in the Nine Prisons', so naturally they have to rush to a catastrophe, and the living beings in the world will die, and only a little spirituality is introduced into the Mingzun Pure Land by them, which can be regarded as hopeful. It can be said that this vein of the teachings is also related to your Buddhism Maitreya Bodhisattva, you are good, you push 625, tear it clean!"

Hearing Wei Ye's words, Elder Zhizhen sighed and said, "Maitreya Bodhisattva is practicing in the inner courtyard of Tushi, and it will take 5.67 billion years to live in the next life, but it has nothing to do with the Bodhisattva. ”

Speaking of this, Elder Zhizhen said again: "True Monarch, the old monk knows how to eat tea and sit in meditation, and he has no other ability, let alone the great virtues of the Liao Kingdom, and he is willing to give up his body lightly to achieve the prestige of the True Monarch." The real monarch wanted to pull the son, but he couldn't pull the old monk's head. ”

"Yes, after all, they are all in the same vein as Buddhism, which is still a bit resentful. Wei Ye shook his head, and pointed to this group of towering Wutai Mountains: "It's that Wei doesn't pull the son, but this Wutai Mountain can't be moved, what is the number of calamities, Wei is not a master of robbery, nor has he descended from the heavens, he is really a wild foot scattered immortal who can't be harmed by the sky and can't be collected by the earth, and the future situation is not as clear as your Elder Zhizhen." But there is one thing that Wei will not be mistaken, the beginning of the catastrophe in the future should start from Liaodong, flourish in Yanyun, Taihang east and west, and the north and south of the Yangtze River, all of which cannot be escaped. Wutai Mountain has never been high above the clouds, when the calamity comes, where will the elders and monks avoid?"

This is said very explicitly: Your Buddhism refuses to get on the ship of my Daohai Zongyuan, and when the catastrophe comes, it doesn't matter elsewhere, can this Wutai Mountain Manjushri Bodhisattva Dojo really stay out of the matter?

Elder Zhizhen listened, smiled slightly, and clasped his palms together and said: "Back then, the great masters of the ancestors of Bukong, Vajra Zhi, and Shicha Nanda saw this, and they were favored by Manjushri Bodhisattva and stationed in Wutai Qingliang Mountain. When the catastrophe came, the moon hung on the west platform, and it became the ancestor to the west, but left a peak to inhabit the old monk. Isn't that what Zhenjun meant when he built the Cave Light Spirit Ruins?"

When he said this, the intention of refusing could not be more obvious, Wei Ye didn't see anger on his face, he just smiled: "It's okay, the West Platform Hanging Moon Peak, it is the lion Manjushri Thunder roar, if the sword is like a sword to deter evil, all the heavenly demons are inconvenient." The elder has this place to go, what else is Wei worried about, thank you for the advice, thank you for the advice, Wei said goodbye!"

With a "farewell", the wind tiger roared angrily, carrying Wei Ye and leaving, Elder Zhizhen looked at Wei Ye's whereabouts, shook his head and said: "Zhenjun, this road is not to turn back, but to Bianliang, the wrong way." ”

Wei Ye didn't look back, he shook his hand and said: "The elder said that the calamity will prosper, but the calamity rises from the world, Bianliang is the place where the calamity is created, don't go to Bianliang, but go back to the cave light spirit ruins, what are you doing?"

Hearing this, Elder Zhizhen sighed, didn't say much, only leaned on the tin staff, slowly turned his head, and walked towards the Wenshu Monastery on the Hanging Moon Peak.

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Under the archway of the "Wutai Blessed Land", Wei Ye was in a trance, but he raised the ink jade bucket in his hand and ate a four-happiness bell with Lu Junyi. On the side, Lu Zhishen ate very much, jumped on the back of the stone cow, and made a punch.

Wei Ye held the ink jade bucket, looked at Lu Zhishen and said with a smile: "Master Lu, the fine wine in this Bianliang Zhengdian, no matter whether it is pure or white, always lacks a little strength, how can it be worth the master to make such a wine?"

Lu Zhishen shook his head and said: "Sprinkle the family to eat wine, no matter what is white or turbid, just eat it, and eat it to have fun, Mr. Wei, you are a cultivator, you don't know how a soldier like the Sprinkle family acts!"

Lu Junyi put down the jade scoop and said to Wei Ye: "Master Lu is drunk, I heard that the rules in the Wenshu Monastery of Wutai Mountain are the strictest, he went back to the temple drunk like this, shouldn't he eat those lay monks in the lead?" ”

Hearing this, Wei Ye laughed, and the bamboo slip terminal in his sleeve flashed, and he directly connected to Fengyuetang: "Store Manager Feng, are you not there, if you have any energetic wine, bring a few jars over, and ask for the best one to drink it!"

"Guest officer, when it comes to wine, you have found the right person, well, the Liuxia wine of the Daomen, how about this?"

"It's not good, this kind of immortal brew is used to nourish qi cultivation, what does Wei want it to do?

"Drunken drunken ...... Ah, if you want to talk about drunken wine, there is a pink-haired lady who consigns the old wine of Baiyao Que in a small shop, which is not bad. This is the medicinal wine drunk by the ghosts and gods, drinking it can strengthen the body and prevent all diseases, but this wine has the side effect of inducing madness, do you think this is suitable for you?"

"That's it! Give store manager Feng a hundred and one likes, I'm not afraid of your pride!"

Before he finished speaking, the immortal warlock turned his sleeves, and held a wine cup cut from white wood and smiled at Lu Zhishen: "Master Lu, Lu Tixia, you come to try this wine, it is more powerful than what you drank before!"

Lu Zhishen listened and jumped off the stone ox, walked to Wei Ye, and no matter how long or short it was, he took the wooden jar, drank it in one gulp, wiped his chin and said, "This wine has three points of strength!"

Wei Ye nodded and said: "The name of this wine is called Baiyao Tree, it is brewed by ghosts and immortals, people drink a lamp, and all diseases will not be born, and the patient will drink it, and the wine will be eliminated." It's just that the power of this wine is too great, and there are few people who can't get drunk after eating it. That is, Master Lu is here, so that he can taste the taste of this wine. ”

Lu Zhishen shook his head and said: "You are gentlemen, but you have so many words. If so, try it with me again. ”

On the side, Lu Junyi persuaded: "Master Lu, you have a round belly now drinking, and you have enough wine today." Tomorrow, I won't work for Wei Immortal Master to be the east, but let me have a meeting, and then invite you to eat. ”

Lu Zhishen nodded and said: "Lu Yuanwai is also a cheerful person, no matter what, no matter what, I will go back to the Sprinkle family, and I will go down the mountain tomorrow to invite the monks outside the house." ”

said that he was leaving, but he still did more than a dozen bowls, and whether it was Hezhi or Faqing, he only ate with the aroma of wine, and then he said "bother", and his house staggered.

Wei Ye looked at Lu Zhishen's back, smiled, sat down and talked with Lu Junyi about some boxing, and asked Yan Qing about the customs of the Daimyo Mansion and other places, this feast is over. I saw that all the towns were drunken cats, crooked, and were supported back by their own families, leaving only a piece of fruit pits and bones.

Only then did the immortal warlock stand up and look in the direction of Wenshu Monastery, sensing the movement in the number one jungle of Wutai Mountain.

"Oh, sure enough, it was Lu Zhi who was drunk and beat Wenshu Monastery, this scene was quite a big trouble! Shanmen King Kong couldn't help it, oh, the three Buddhas in the Daxiong Treasure Hall were also accounted for together! Good guy, the monks in the temple are all clamoring to take the mantle and go to other places to place orders!"

Beside him, Sima Ling was still in the shape of a cat, looked at Wei Ye and shook his head: "Uncle, your prank is really childish! Don't pay attention to what is like in the temple, come and see my new stunt!"

"What stunt?"

Sima Ling triumphantly bent the Jiaojing Mocha, which was only as thick as a twist flower: "Look, snake ring!"

"This cat demon, let go of me, I'm a Jiao, not a snake!"