In the lower realm this time, Chen Jiugong seemed to be very leisurely, and he did not use his magical powers, and walked in the direction of the White Horse Temple step by step. Before you get close, you can see the layers of palaces and pavilions in the distance, stacked with corridors. I saw that the bell and drum tower were high, and the floating tower was steep.

Chen Jiugong couldn't help but think of the famous mountains and rivers all over the Buddhist temples in later generations, and said softly: "Shangsha Gion Garden Hidden Green Nest, recruit Shengjing Saisa Po." Sure enough, there are few people in the Pure Land, and there are many famous mountain monks in the world. ”

Although Chen Jiugong's voice was not loud, he did not hide it. At this time, a voice came from the ear, "Taoist, don't slander the reputation of Buddhism." ”

"Huh?" Chen Jiugong turned around and saw a man about fifty years old, wearing a gray cloth robe with patches on his shirt and a pair of straw sandals on his feet. It looks a little down, but it's a righteous one.

Looking at this person, Chen Jiugong smiled and said, "What I said is not right?"

Listening to Chen Jiugong's words, the man smiled: "Sure enough, there are few people in the Pure Land, and there are many famous mountains and roads in the world!"

"Hahaha......" Chen Jiugong heard the words hahadaxiao, stroked his palms and said: "Xiaoyou is right, but it is the Tao!" Now the Three Realms of the Flood and Wilderness, whether it is the Earth Immortal Realm or the human world, most of the people who occupy the famous mountains and rivers are Xuanmen Taoists, not Buddhism. In the future, what Chen Jiugong said, this man said is in front of him.

Hearing Chen Jiugong call himself a little friend, the man was stunned, looked at Chen Jiugong, whose face seemed to be younger than himself, shook his head and said, "You little Taoist, you are young, how can you be full of nonsense?"

Chen Jiugong was stunned when he heard this, it was hahadaxiao again, the man seemed to shake his head helplessly, and walked south with a crockpot.

Seeing that the man was in rags, Chen Jiugong knew that he was also going to the White Horse Temple to get porridge, so he followed him and walked forward.

The man walked a few steps in front of Chen Jiugong, turned around and said to Chen Jiugong: "Confucius Ziyun, the Tao is different, and they don't conspire with each other." You are a Taoist disciple. How do you receive the monk's soup kitchen?"

Chen Jiugong's eyes were filled with two blue rays of light, and when he saw that although this man did not have a trace of mana on his body, there was a faint purple light circulating, and he knew that he was a Confucian disciple, so he did not talk to him.

The man saw that Chen Jiugong ignored him and felt bored, so he turned around and walked forward. After walking for a while, I saw a piece of porridge shacks on both sides of the road ahead, and many people lined up to receive porridge.

Chen Jiugong would not follow the porridge and go straight to the White Horse Temple. Enter through the main entrance. Straight in front of the main hall, I saw that the main hall was dedicated to the Buddhas of Mahayana Buddhism.

This is the place of Buddhism, but there is a group of people standing in front of the main hall, and the pilgrims who come to the White Horse Temple to offer incense feel a little strange.

At this time, a young monk walked out of the main hall. This little monk is not very old, about seventeen or eighteen years old, wearing a left hat, wearing a clean clothes, and a pair of gray cloth shoes. As soon as this little monk came out. All the pilgrims saluted him and called him Master Yuanjue.

There must be something unusual about this little monk who is so young, but he is called a master. Chen Jiugong looked at it. I saw through the real body of this little monk.

At this time, Yuan Jue walked through the crowd and happened to see Chen Jiugong standing in front of him. But after Chen Jiugong's eyes met together, Yuanjue shivered. A look of panic on his face.

Chen Jiugong smiled faintly and said, "Don't be afraid, Buddha. ”

The little monk Yuanjue took a deep breath and folded his hands to salute Chen Jiugong. "I've seen a saint!"

Chen Jiugong nodded to him and said with a smile: "I saw a pillar of golden light soaring into the sky above this White Horse Temple, so I knew that there was a great power of Buddhism here, and I didn't want it to be you." ”

When the little monk Yuanjue heard this, he hurriedly said, "Don't dare, don't dare." I don't know why the saint is here?" others don't know, but the little monk Yuanjue can know how powerful Chen Jiugong is, and even more so how ruthless he is. Back then, the White Lotus Boy intercepted the Killing Immortal Sword on the way, and Chen Jiugong worshiped the White Lotus Boy with a nail-headed seven-arrow book, almost killing the White Lotus Boy. Later, the incarnation of the Zhun Ti Buddha Mother, Su Bodhi Patriarch, went to Guangming Mountain, returned the Sword of Killing Immortals, and took back a wisp of breath from the White Lotus Boy.

But Chen Jiugong was angry that the Buddha Gate was in the way, and went to the Eagle Mountain to kill the Burning Lamp Ancient Buddha, the head of the Seven Ancient Buddhas of the Buddha Gate, and destroyed the god form of the Ancient Buddha who burned the lamp.

Now that Chen Jiugong is a mixed sage, the little monk Yuanjue is afraid that Chen Jiugong will be happy and destroy himself. You must know that he was reincarnated back then, wasn't it also Chen Jiugong's doing?

But what made him relieved was that Chen Jiugong didn't seem to have the intention to kill, looked at the sky above the White Horse Temple, and said to him: "The next calamity is the sage robbery of Buddhism, and the great prosperity of Buddhism is unstoppable." And the importance of Buddhism is great, one is in you, and the other is in the Monkey King. ”

When the little monk Yuanjue heard this, he laughed dryly, and didn't dare to say anything, just listened quietly. Chen Jiugong is right, he is one of the sages of Buddhism. But Chen Jiugong can't answer this, if he admits that he is the key to the great prosperity of Buddhism, the most enemy of Buddhism, the sect leader of the sect, he will kill you. But in front of the saints, he can't deny it.

Seeing that the little monk didn't speak, Chen Jiugong knew what he was thinking, and immediately smiled: "I, Chen Jiugong, have said that if I don't kill you, I won't kill you." ”

Hearing Chen Jiugong's words, the little monk breathed a long sigh of relief. But at this time, I heard Chen Jiu say fairly: "But if you don't kill today, you will help my disciples become enlightened tomorrow." ”

"This ......" I didn't expect Chen Jiugong to be conditional, and the little monk Yuanjue's face changed, but if he didn't agree, he wouldn't die, and he couldn't help but agree. Immediately put his hands together and chanted the Buddha's name, "There is no Amitabha Buddha in the south, Yuanjue obeys the order!"

"Okay!" Chen Jiugong heard the little monk agree, and said hello, the sleeves of his robe were rolled, and two points of yellow light flew in front of the little monk Yuanjue, it was the innate spiritual root Huang Zhongli.

Looking at Huang Zhongli in front of him, the little monk Yuanjue didn't dare to take it, and looked up at Chen Jiugong. I only listened to Chen Jiu's fair words: "These two Huang Zhong Li, one for you, and the other for your senior brother." ”

"Yes...... It's ......" At this time, Chen Jiugong gave him the spirit fruit, and the little monk of Yuanjue was a little panicked.

Glancing at the little monk Yuanjue, Chen Jiugong turned around and left. Seeing Chen Jiugong disappear in front of him, the little monk Yuanjue let out a sigh of relief, and the whole person sat on the ground.

At this time, there was a sound of footsteps in the main hall, and a monk in a gray monk's robe came to Yuanjue's side, "Senior brother, what's wrong with you?"

With the support of the gray-clothed monk, Yuan Jue stood up, took out a yellow Zhongli from his sleeve and handed it to him.

"This is ......" Looking at the fruit in Yuanjue's hand, although the gray-clothed monk didn't recognize it, he smelled an enticing aroma.

"Senior Brother Yuanming, eat this fruit first. ”

"Hmm. For some reason, Yuan Ming felt that he wanted to eat this fruit very much, and after listening to Yuan Jue's words, he took the fruit and took a bite.

After Yuan Ming took a bite of Huang Zhongli, the golden light flashed in Yuan Jue's hand and slapped Yuan Ming's heart, Yuan Ming's eyes rolled and he fell asleep. At this time, Yuan Jue stuffed the remaining half of Huang Zhong Li in Yuan Ming's hand into his mouth, and then with a finger of his hand, the sleepy Yuan Ming flew up and flew into the main hall.

Chen Jiugong left the White Horse Temple, but saw that the Confucian disciple he had just met was walking back with a clay pot. Chen Jiugong's heart moved, and he pinched his fingers to calculate.

After some calculation, Chen Jiugong showed a smile on his face, and with a finger of his hand, a piece of watermelon peel on the side of the road flew out and landed at the foot of the Confucian disciple.

One slipped out, and the man sat on the ground, and the crockpot in his hand was thrown far away, and he fell to the ground with a bang. The crockpot was broken into several pieces, and the porridge inside was spilled on the ground.

Looking at the broken crockpot and the few grains of corn flowing on the ground, but it was the only porridge that he could use to satisfy his stomach, the man screamed and grieved in pain. Not long ago, this person was laughing with Chen Jiugong, but now this cry, crying is miserable.

People on the side of the road were patting the porridge of the team leader, and suddenly a cry came, and they all turned their heads to look. There should be a lot of people who know this person in this area, everyone saw that he whispered one after another, and the monk who was in charge of the porridge shed came in front of him, chanted the Buddha's name, and comforted him softly: "Don't cry, and go home to get a porridge thing, and the poor monk will let his disciples serve some for you." ”

Upon hearing the monk's words, the man stopped crying, got up and thanked the monk, and then turned around and ran home.

Looking at the back of this person, the monk chanted the Buddha's name, shook his head and walked back to the porridge shed.

Although he did bad things, no one knew that Chen Jiugong did it. Chen Jiugong didn't leave, just stood there and waited.

Wait?

When the man brought another can from home, he followed the queue, and after waiting in line for about half an hour, he finally received the porridge. This time, the man cautiously walked towards the house with a crockpot in his hand, as if he was holding not a broken crockpot of porridge, but gold.

With every step this man took, he looked cautiously at the road ahead, for fear that there would be more watermelon peels or something.

Chen Jiugong smiled faintly, and with a finger of his hand, the watermelon peel that had just been moved to this person flew out and landed at the feet of this person. It's so fast that no one can tell the difference.

Originally, there was no watermelon peel on the way, but suddenly a piece of watermelon peel appeared out of thin air, where could this person hide?

This fall is so bad, that fall is broken. A bad fall means that the person fell for a long time and did not get up, and a broken fall means that the crockpot in the person's hand was shattered.

Yes, the porridge I just received is gone.

Seeing that this person had fainted, many people surrounded him, and also alarmed the monks in the porridge shed. A well-wisher carried him to the porridge shed, and the great monk who was in charge of the porridge shed seemed to know some medical skills, and said, "It's okay, you should be hungry." So saying, he ordered a large spoonful of porridge to be scooped into his mouth.

"Ahem...... cough ......" A spoonful of hot porridge went down to his stomach, and the man woke up faintly and said to the great monk: "Song Zhong thanks the master for saving his life." ”

This person's voice came into Chen Jiugong's ears, and Chen Jiugong's heart moved. This name seems to have some impression in the memory of the previous life, no wonder I just calculated that I found that this person has the opportunity to prosper in Confucianism.

You must know that Chen Jiugong's actions just now are not idle, nor is it because of what Song Zhong said. With Chen Jiugong's identity, wouldn't it be self-surrendering to deal with mortals. But at that time, my heart moved, but I calculated that this person had a great opportunity, which was related to the prosperity of Confucianism. In this way, Chen Jiugong will have to use some means. (To be continued......)