"You have learned the return wind and fire of the Tiangang Change, and if you learn the true fire of Samadhi again, even if you are a heavenly immortal, you must retreat. Pen %Fun %Pavilion www.biquge.info"

Looking at the sea of wind and smoke in front of him, looking at the mountain-guarding Arhat who was burned to a human shape, and then looking at the palm that was also burnt, Sun Shao couldn't help but recall what Daozu had said to him back then.

Xiaocheng's samadhi true fire, coupled with the return wind and fire of almost Dacheng, how strong the fire lotus is displayed. Even if this fire lotus was only Sun Shao's first time, even if he was a celestial immortal, he would be injured by this type of attack if he was caught off guard.

This technique almost consumed Sun Shao's whole body mana, and judging from the scorched palm, there was still a danger of being counterattacked, but even so, Sun Shao was extremely satisfied with this technique, which was the first trick he had that was enough to rival the three immortals. With this spell, his confidence in protecting his sister Changru from Heavenly Court suddenly increased a lot.

This time, I listened to Xu Fu's words and traveled all the way west, and I really came to the right place!

Knowing that this is the territory of Buddhism, and he can't really burn this Arhat, Sun Shao waved his hand and removed the sea of fire, and when the sea of fire dispersed, only a piece of scorched earth with no grass was left in the same place, and a naked black charcoal monk.

Luo Han was seriously injured, but he didn't dare to show the slightest dissatisfaction with Sun Shao, he was frightened by Sun Shao's technique. With such power, I am afraid that only those immortals of the Three Immortal Realm can display it, this young man seems to be only the sixth realm, but the real combat power is terrifying.

No longer blocking the pilgrims who wanted to enter the spiritual mountain, the arhat ran towards the mountain in a gray way after suppressing his injuries with black qi.

"The Arhat guarding the door is gone, if you want to go to the inner mountain of Lingshan to see, go ahead, no one will stop you. ”

As soon as Sun Shao said his words, the Buddhist believers who came to Lingshan for pilgrimage were all grateful to Sun Shao with their hands folded, giving Buddhist rituals, and then entering Lingshan in a neat and orderly manner, without fighting or grabbing. Those monks guarding the door, seeing that the leading Arhats were all beaten away, where did they dare to block horizontally, they just acted as if they didn't see it.

And the couple surnamed Qiao, seeing that Qiao Yan was safe and sound, were grateful to Sun Shao, but in their eyes, there was no reverence and expectation for Lingshan, and after thanking Sun Shao, they actually led the stunned Qiao Yan away.

From beginning to end, Qiao Yan didn't say a word, and many years later, when he became the first disciple of the Demon Emperor Wukong, he often regretted that when he first met his master, he was so excited that he forgot to say anything.

"Big brother, didn't they come to worship the Buddha, you obviously beat the evil monks who blocked the way, why didn't they go in, but left. ”

"Their faith is shattered, and maybe they will still believe in the Dharma, but they will no longer see the mountain as a holy place. The doll will understand when it grows up. ”

"Oh. ”

Seeing Qiao Yan's family go away, Sun Shao secretly held a leather scroll in his palm and sighed. This scroll is a relic of Sun Shaocong from the Howling Moon Wolf King, recording the Demon King's previous cultivation experience and a style of returning to the wind. Sun Shao originally wanted to give this scroll to Qiao Yan, the descendant of the Howling Moon Wolf King, but after thinking about it, he dispelled this idea. Qiao Yan is not a demon, he is already a mortal, Sun Shao doesn't want to use this scroll to destroy Qiao Yan's ordinary life with his adoptive parents.

That's fine.

"Let's go, it's time to go to the Lonely Soul Altar. ”

For Sun Shao, Qiao Yan was just a passer-by who met in Pingshui, and he didn't let him think too much. After collecting his thoughts, Sun Shao took the doll and stepped into the inner mountain gate and walked towards the Lonely Soul Altar under the slanderous and fearful eyes of a group of monks and monks.

On the Lingshan Mountain, the aura is stronger, the Buddha nature is deeper, and the huge Buddha hall that reaches the sky can be seen everywhere. I climbed the Ling Mountain, walked five or six miles, and came to a river. There is a river on the mountain, but Sun Shao is not surprised, after all, even the eight immortals can change rivers on the mountain, and it is not surprising that this kind of strange scene will appear in the dignified Ling Mountain.

This river is about eight or nine miles wide, there are no traces in four places, only there is a monument erected by the river, called Lingyundu. The river is turbulent, but there seems to be a spell prohibiting flight on the Spirit Mountain, so that Sun Shao cannot fly across the river. There is only a jade single-plank bridge that connects the two banks. The bridge is as smooth as a mirror, and if you don't have the mana of the three immortals, you can't cross the bridge.

When Sun Shao saw this Lingyundu, he recalled the scene in the original book. In the original work, Sun Wukong and his entourage came to Lingshan to survive the trap in Lingyundu, and at that time it was to lead the Buddha Amitabha Buddha to take the four masters and apprentices across the river. At this moment, Sun Shao was speechless for a while, did he want to swim over by himself?

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Outside the Buddha hall, there is a high altar to collect the lonely soul of the world, so it is called the lonely soul altar.

At this moment, more than 100 immortals gathered under the Lonely Soul Altar, among which the more famous gods are Erlang God, Tianpeng, Liuding Liujia, and the famous immortals are Qiyuan Xie Xingjun, as well as Nandou Liusi, Barefoot Daxian and others. There are thousands of futons under the altar, and the immortals and gods sit on the futons and listen to the golden cicadas on the high altar.

And beside Jin Cicada, there was a middle-aged Taoist man dressed in a five-colored Taoist robe. That person has three locks of beautiful hair, looks like a childish face, holds a jade whisk in his hand, and his temperament is dusty, and he can sit on the high platform with the golden cicada, which shows that this person is extraordinary.

But seeing that the golden cicada and the Taoist were relatively speechless, after a long time, the golden cicada suddenly smiled, the palm changed out of a teapot, a set of tea sets, poured out a cup of tea, and gave it to the middle-aged Taoist, "The name of the fairy friend is well deserved, the concentration is strong, it is better than the golden cicada, the golden cicada is willing to bow down, this tea is called the cicada tea, it has the wonderful effect of seeing the heart, and the fairy friend please drink this tea." ”

Listening to what Jin Chanzi said, it was actually this middle-aged Taoist who competed with determination just now.

Concentration is better than the golden cicada, the middle-aged Taoist showed a slight smug look on his face, but when he saw the golden cicada suddenly take out the tea set and serve the tea in person, his face suddenly changed, and he looked at the golden cicada in disbelief, "I am an earth immortal, how can I make the Buddha respect me and pass the tea with my own hands!"

The fairy friend laughed. Immortal friends have a prominent status, and Sanqing is a friend, and the four royal friends, Jiuyao is the younger generation of immortal friends, and Yuanchen is a guest of immortal friends. Immortal friends are the same generation as masters, and Jin Cicada, as a junior of immortal friends, toasts a cup of tea, which is normal. ”

Jin Cicada smiled slightly, drank the tea in his hand, and said without the slightest hint of hypocrisy, which made the middle-aged Taoist sigh, "I have heard for a long time that the Buddha acts maverickly and eclectic, and when I see it today, it is very suitable for my heart, and I am willing to drink this cup, I am Zhen Yuanzi, and I recognize the friend of the Buddha!"

After that, the middle-aged Taoist named Zhen Yuanzi picked up the teacup and drank it all.

After Zhen Yuanzi drank the tea, Jin Chanzi raised his head as if he had a feeling, looked in the direction of the foot of Lingshan Mountain, and his face was slightly strange, "It is worthy of being an innate Dao body, a person outside the Dao, I expected him to come as promised, but I didn't expect him to injure Arhat and break into the mountain." Interesting. But this head is a little stupid, can't walk the bridge, won't he turn into a boat and row across Lingyundu?"

After that, the golden cicada waved the monk's robe in Zhen Yuanzi's incomprehensible gaze, and the rainbow in the sky was led down by the golden cicada, turning into a rainbow bridge, leading straight from the Lonely Soul Altar to the Lingshan Mountain Gate. Then, the golden cicada called out a Buddha horn, and the sound spread for several miles, falling into Sun Shao's ears,

"You monkey head, you can really cause trouble, come quickly. ”

Jin Chanzi's spell of turning the rainbow into a bridge amazed the hundreds of immortals present, and the hundreds of immortals, including Erlang God and others, were very strange, what kind of predecessors would let the disciple Jin Chanzi personally evolve the Hongqiao reception.

But after seeing him for a while, a young man from the sixth realm led a weak little girl and came slowly on the Hongqiao. Seeing that the person who came was only the sixth realm, all the gods and immortals were slightly disappointed, and lost interest in finding out the identity of the young man, only thinking that this young man was a junior apprentice of the golden cicada, so he would receive this special treatment.

"Wukong, you're late, quench your thirst with a cup of tea?"

"Ahem, no, I'm not thirsty. ”

Under the gaze of the golden cicada, Sun Shao sat on the high altar of the Lonely Soul Altar with the female baby. Seeing that the golden cicada had the intention of serving tea, Sun Shao was secretly surprised, he didn't dare to let the golden cicada serve tea. What is the identity of the golden cicada, and can anyone drink the tea he toots?

"Big brother, I'm so thirsty. ”

"Uh... Well, then pour a small glass. ”

Sun Shao didn't dare to drink the tea of the golden cicada, but the doll was different, she was the youngest daughter of Emperor Yan, she had seen many big worlds, she used to be locked up in the sea eye, so she was a little timid, but now out of the sea eye, even in the face of the gods and Buddhas, she didn't feel afraid. By her big brother's side, she felt extremely safe.

"Lovely little girl. Wukong, you can take care of a little girl you don't know so carefully, this Buddha heart is good. ”

Jin Chanzi nodded with satisfaction at Sun Shao, poured a cup of cicada tea, and handed it to the doll. The doll drank it all in one gulp, and no matter how precious the tea was, she asked for another cup. And Sun Shao couldn't figure out the meaning of the golden cicada, and only felt like sitting on pins and needles.

Zhen Yuanzi, who was originally moved by the golden cicada's tea, was slightly dissatisfied after seeing the golden cicada casually pour tea for a junior, "Can anyone drink this tea from the Buddha?"

"Hehe, those who can drink golden cicada tea are no more than ten fingers in the world, and the fairy friends don't know it, but this person is also qualified to drink my tea. ”

"With him, a junior in the sixth realm!"

Zhen Yuanzi is a reckless person, he will say anything if he has something, and his joy and anger are written on his face. The dissatisfaction in the words, Sun Shao couldn't feel it. Although I don't know the identity of Zhen Yuanzi, and I can't see Zhen Yuanzi's cultivation, Zhen Yuanzi can sit with the golden cicada, and he is also an old monster at the level of the Immortal Venerable.

Although this person is disrespectful and is suspected of relying on the old and selling the old, he did not use coercion to suppress himself, which shows that this person is not a bully, just an old naughty boy who plays with a child's temper.

Thinking about the key, Sun Shao didn't get angry at Zhen Yuanzi's words, but just bowed to Zhen Yuanzi and said with a smile, "The seniors act recklessly, and their behavior implies that the Tao is natural, and the cultivation is to the sky, and the younger generations admire it." The younger generation heard the teacher say that everything in the world contains the principle of the five elements, and the predecessors acted and spoke in a chaotic and natural manner, which shows that the way of the predecessors has broken the five elements. ”

"Well, you know my way, my way is not in the Three Realms and Five Elements, you can see it, it's not simple. It is not easy for your master to know this truth. ”

Seeing Sun Shao's words, Zhen Yuanzi stroked his long beard, looked at Sun Shao with a little surprise, and after a while, he sighed, "I see... The innate Dao body is even more insightful, no wonder the Buddha values you so much. You are indeed qualified to let the Buddha serve tea. My name is Zhen Yuanzi, would you like to make friends with me?"

"You're Zhen Yuanzi!"

Sun Shao looked at Jin Chanzi uncertainly, could it be that Jin Cicada called himself to come to the Lonely Soul Altar to introduce Zhen Yuanzi to himself?

Who is Zhen Yuanzi? The owner of the Wuzhuang Temple of Wanshou Mountain, as the ancestor of the earth immortals, has the innate spiritual root ginseng fruit, which can be broken and invisible, and he is a master of the same generation as Taishang Laojun.

At the same time, Zhen Yuanzi also has another identity, Sun Wukong's cheap big brother. In the original book, Zhen Yuanzi worshipped Sun Wukong after saving the ginseng tree.

Looking at this middle-aged Taoist who was sometimes serious and sometimes naïve, Sun Shao secretly said that sure enough, only a person with the character of an old naughty boy would deign to be a brother to Sun Wukong.

After knowing Zhen Yuanzi's identity, Sun Shaoji wanted to know what Jin Chanzi was calling himself for. But seeing that Jin Chanzi closed his eyes after putting away the tea set, he smiled at Sun Shao, "Wukong, how about you help me and Zhenyuan Immortal Friends to teach the Fa to all Immortal Friends?"

"What! Let this junior of the Sixth Realm teach us the Fa! What we want to listen to is the Dharma of the Golden Cicada Buddha!"

As soon as he heard Jin Chanzi's words, the hundred immortal gods under the altar suddenly coaxed, Zhen Yuanzi was okay, the ancestor of the earth immortals, let him talk about the Fa, and the immortals were willing to listen, but that sixth realm junior, what virtue and how can he speak, what kind of law can he speak!

Zhen Yuanzi had an indifferent expression, the doll had an interested expression, and Sun Shao had an expression of swallowing a fly.

It's okay for him to fight, let him teach the Fa, how to talk about it! He can recite Buddhist scriptures, and that's just a few words.

"Wukong, don't be embarrassed. You can tell them about the origin of the Bon Festival in the middle of the year, and the difference between humans and demons. ”

After that, Jin Chan opened his eyes and looked at Sun Shao with some expectation.

(Modified Zhen Motoko's words)