The golden cicada walked to the Lechuan River, in the Manzhu Sawa bush, remembering a woman named Manzhu Sawa Bloom, she looked at the Nai He Bridge here for thousands of years, but did she ever see the place of the soul?

"Monk, who are you waiting for?" an old voice interrupted Jin Chanzi's thoughts.

Jin Chanzi looked at the person who spoke, a white-haired old woman, her face was full of traces of time, and her eyes were full of ruts of time: "Naturally, I am waiting for you." ”

When the old woman heard this, her face was heavy: "You know I will come." ”

The clarity and transparency of the golden cicada is just an illusion, and its heart is so complicated.

"Five hundred years ago, I knew that it must be you. Jin Chanzi looked to the west, his eyes were terrifyingly calm: "Maybe it's only you who can come." ”

The old woman's heart was cold: "When is the bureau of the cloth?" Then he laughed at himself, "Naturally, when your memory awakens, let the Buddhas eat your flesh, the Arhats gnaw your bones, and the emperor drinks your soup, you watch the Buddhas eat away at your flesh little by little, and watch the poison in your flesh penetrate into the Buddhas' bodies little by little, even if the Buddhas claim that King Kong is not bad, for five hundred years, they have been poisoned by your flesh little by little." ”

Jin Chanzi shook his head and said coldly: "The words of poison, the little monk dare not bear it, if you can abide by the rules of Buddhism, the six roots are pure, and you don't eat meat, it will naturally be fine." ”

When the old woman heard this, she had nothing to say, and finally asked, "There is so much poison in your flesh, how can you be safe?"

"Everyone knows that the river is delicious and poisonous. If Shakyamuni is not blinded by greed, how can he not think that my flesh is poisonous?"

The old woman continued: "My Buddha has great wisdom, how could I never have thought that the poison of your ** is hidden deep and cannot be seen." ”

"What if you see through it? All living beings know that the river is poisonous, and they still flock to it, what can be the wisp of remorse before death? If you don't hate at the beginning, why bother in the first place? If the Buddhas are not greedy, how can there be such a catastrophe?"

The old woman muttered to herself: "If the Buddhas are not greedy for ......", the Buddhas have a longer life than mortals, and have more power than mortals, but this is still not satisfied, they vainly try to stand higher, get more, and be with the sky.

The old woman pondered for a while: "You are waiting for me here, there must be a way to detoxify?"

Jin Chanzi was noncommittal, and looked at the old woman with a smile: "How is Lingshan now?"

The old woman sighed and said softly: "The strength of the Buddhas is not as good as the past eleven, the group of Bodhisattvas is powerless in chanting, half of the Arhats' lives are gone, the group of Vajra is unconscious, and the Venerable and the like are even more unbearable. "Today's Lingshan, if there is an enemy attack, it will inevitably be shattered like a landslide, and it will collapse in an instant, so the old woman does not dare to repeat it, and hits the point.

"What's the use of you coming to me? You just told you, when you see the souls dissipating in front of your eyes, I see the gods and Buddhas annihilating the world, and the Buddhists talk about cause and effect, and one report is retribution, isn't it just fulfilled at this time? You say, Avalokiteshvara. ”

And the old woman in front of her is the illusion of Guanyin Bodhisattva.

Guanyin Bodhisattva looked at the white bones of the soup: "Buddhism is worthy of you, so you will not let Buddhism pay the price of destruction." ”

"Buddhism is not destroyed. ”

Guanyin Bodhisattva's eyes were full of grief: "My Buddha came to see the spiritual mountain full of broken walls, and saw the Buddhas being driven out of the Three Realms...... Speaking of this, he paused and looked at the beings who walked on the bridge on the machine: "I saw the Buddhas and Bodhisattvas disappearing. ”

"The cause and effect have ended, the destiny of heaven has been decided, you Buddha is still powerless, what is the ability of the little monk?"

"Five hundred years ago, you watched the body being eaten, and five hundred years later, you watched the gods and Buddhas disappear?

Jin Cicada said plainly: "What I am destroying is a group of hypocritical Buddhas who break the rules, eat flesh and kill living beings, treat all living beings as dolls, and regard human life as a mustard, if the gods and Buddhas kill the cannibalistic monsters is a meritorious merit, then why is the killing of cannibalistic gods and Buddhas not meritorious deeds? Gods and Buddhas do not care about sentient beings, what is the use of this god and Buddha? Destroy or kill, thousands of years later, a piece of paper will seal the gods, where are not immortals? Who is not a god?" The golden cicada looked at Guanyin Bodhisattva with a blue face: " On what basis must the gods and Buddhas be on high above? Why should sentient beings only accept the mercy of the gods and Buddhas? Why should the gods and Buddhas have the final say whether they are demons or immortals? Why?

Guanyin Bodhisattva's words to the golden cicada were frightened and retreated.

......

Jin Chanzi laughed and replied to himself, "Why? Because the gods and Buddhas are very strong, enough to dominate the Three Realms." Only the strong are equipped with the right to make rules, and they are worthy to play with all beings. Now, although the little monk is not strong, but the lives of the Buddhas are in my hands, whether it is life or death, it is all in my thoughts, so the rules of this game are determined by me. ”

Meng Po looked at the two people at the bridge, and seemed to be talking happily, but she always felt that the atmosphere was very strange.

This time, Guanyin Bodhisattva understood the words of the golden cicada.

In this game, the rules are set by him.

In the hands of a person, holding the lives of thousands of gods and Buddhas, indeed, he has enough capital to say this.

Use the gods and Buddhas as chess pieces and play a game.

How ridiculous, it has always been the Buddha's way of taking sentient beings as his sons and playing a wonderful game to purify sentient beings.

Now, he has become a chess piece, taking a stinky chess step of Buddhism and fear of death.

"With heaven and earth as a plate, gods and Buddhas as chess, how about talking about a game?"

Guanyin Bodhisattva how can there be room for resistance, one step later, the Buddhas of Lingshan will be dangerous, even if they do not die under the poisonous flesh of the golden cicada, they will also die in the hands of foreign enemies, these thousands of years, Buddhism has formed a lot of hatred, and then like five hundred years ago, the king of the earth Bodhisattva waved his troops to attack, Buddhism will die, the most afraid of Taoism.

"How's this game going?"

Jin "walked through the ......" Jin Chanzi looked at Guanyin Bodhisattva's eyes: "The road to heaven." ”

"No, I can't. When Guanyin Bodhisattva heard this, he didn't think about it, and directly refused, if the road to heaven is passed, as long as there is great perseverance, mortals can ascend to heaven.

"Naturally, the difficulty of Buddhism has nothing to do with the little monk, so don't pass it over. ”

"You ......" Guanyin Bodhisattva is angry.

"Stop. Finally, Guanyin Bodhisattva stopped the golden cicada: "What good will it do you to take the road to heaven? If you want to become a Buddha, as long as my Buddha comes to a word, you can be a Buddha in the past, the future, and the present at any time, and it is not difficult for my Buddha to take charge of the Buddha in the future." ”

Jin Chanzi laughed: "Walking through the road to heaven is to become a Buddha and become an immortal, and be free with me, not the charity of gods and Buddhas." If you Buddha come to give me a name? I am cultivating the path of immortals, not the path of his Shakyamuni. The Tao you give is not what the little monk wants to understand. ”

"Become a Buddha and become an immortal, free with me?"

Yes, now, if you become an immortal, you have to be an immortal, otherwise even if you have the magic power of heaven and earth, you are just a scattered immortal, and you can't enter the immortal genus. Those who have become Buddhas, if they come to canonize without me, they will not be considered Buddhas in the end, but they are different.

Perhaps, the golden cicada is right.

"Cultivation is freedom, not servility. ”

Guanyin Bodhisattva sighed, what did he say wrong?: "So...... It's up to you, it's just that this path of heavenly reincarnation is not easy to walk, who will take it?"

"I'd love to see it, but I think he's supposed to come. ”

Guanyin Bodhisattva frowned: "The Buddhas of Lingshan are still waiting for you to save you." ”

"Sentient beings have tasted enough of the days when the heavens should not be called the earth's spirits, and let the Buddhas taste them once in a while, what should they not do? One day in the heavens and one year underground, no matter how long it is, it will not be more than a hundred days, and all sentient beings will suffer for a thousand years, and the Buddhas will suffer from the disasters of a hundred days. ”

Guanyin shook his head and sighed, "Okay." ”

"Are you thinking, waiting for the Buddhas to be saved from disasters and destroy the little monks? The methods of the gods and Buddhas, the little monks have seen it for thousands of years, if they are not sure of victory, how can they use the Buddhas as chess pieces?

"I don't like fate in the hands of others, and today's disaster will be returned one day. ”

Jin Chanzi laughed and said, "Why threaten the little monk? The little monk can hold the Buddha's life today, and he will be able to destroy the gods and Buddhas in the future, so why be afraid?"

Guanyin Bodhisattva looked at the white bones of the bridge and did not speak, the truth could not be clearer.

Jin Chanzi sighed, "The little monk thought you were very smart, and you didn't use her as a bargaining chip, and directly looked for the little monk, but now it seems that it's nothing more than that." The dragon's scales, the dragon's anger when touched, and the blood kills thousands of miles. ”

Guanyin Bodhisattva also sighed: "When the mountains and rivers are exhausted, it may be the best way out to end up together." Besides, you can afford to let go of that monkey?"

"The little monk said, forget it. The little monk understood, and naturally really understood. And you, as a god and Buddha, you don't know about gods and Buddhas, it's really sad. The gods and Buddhas in the heavens are all greedy and afraid of death, and would rather live as humble as dogs than die like gods. Ending up together? It's a ridiculous thing in the world. ”

Guanyin Bodhisattva wanted to say that God would not die, but the words came to his mouth and swallowed back.

Guanyin Bodhisattva didn't know how many times he didn't dare to borrow the words of the golden cicada, and every sentence was said very bluntly, shining on the darkness of the gods and Buddhas.

Guanyin Bodhisattva hesitated for a moment, and finally said, "Lingshan cannot die. ”

"In this case, within five hundred years, Lingshan will not die. This game is limited to 500 years. ”

Guanyin Bodhisattva got the promise of the golden cicada, and he really didn't want to stay for a long time: "In this case, I will say goodbye first, reincarnate in this life, and ensure your safety, and I hope you will follow the promise, set off as soon as possible, take the road to heaven, and arrive at the Lingshan Buddha Country as soon as possible." ”

Jin Cicada smiled slightly: "Naturally." ”

The golden cicada turned away, Guanyin Bodhisattva took up the law, and had the intention to forcibly capture the golden cicada Huiling Mountain, looking at the back of the golden cicada, but he didn't dare to do it.

This monk is terrifying.

Jin Chanzi walked to the Nai He Bridge and said to the black shadow in the corner: "In this life, no matter what happens, don't leave this place, just wait for me to come back at the Nai He Bridge, okay?"

Seeing that the golden cicada was cautious, the black shadow nodded hurriedly and said yes.

Jin Chanzi is still not at ease: "Even if my life is in danger and I die, don't leave here." ”

The black shadow looked at the golden cicada's eyes and nodded solemnly: "Even if your life is in danger and you die for a lifetime, I will not leave the Nai He Bridge, or even the underworld." "Every word is very clear, every word weighs a thousand pounds, and it is so hard to say.

Jin Chanzi nodded: "Scoop a bowl of soup for me, it's time for me to hit the road too." ”

The black shadow picked up the porcelain bowl, and the hand that scooped the soup trembled a little, will it be gone, will we never see each other again? Will it be this time, that is, goodbye?

The golden cicada held the black shadow, the furry hand, soft as boneless: "I will come back, believe me." ”

The black shadow was moved: "I believe in you, I will wait for you." ”

Jin Chanzi looked at the black shadow, as if he wanted to reflect his shadow into his bones and engrave it in his heart.

Meng Po looked at it in her eyes: "If you don't go, you miss the time, you will die at birth, and this life will be over, what kind of gods and Buddhas are you talking about?"

Jin Chanzi was not surprised that Meng Po stopped talking to Fang Cai, and he had no intention of hiding it from her, so he took the soup bowl in the black shadow's hand, drank it all, and walked onto the Nai He Bridge.

"What if you win, what if you lose? Blinded sentient beings would rather be deceived than see the dirtiness of this time, why do you bother?" Meng Po straightened up and looked at the golden cicada in the distance.

The black shadow slowly spoke: "If you haven't woken up, how do you know if you don't want to?" Master, the apprentice will definitely accompany you." ”