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The eagle is sorrowful, the water in the stream is cold all the year round, and the eagle flies over and can't stand the cold and falls, so it gets its name.

A monk with a long beard and a tattered robe, with the appearance of an ascetic, came to the edge of the stream, holding a large bowl containing steaming vegetarian vegetables, and jumped off the cliff.

The bottom of the water is a strange scene, an invisible mana squeezes the water away, vacating ten zhang high, the water waves ripple above the head, the hard bluestone ground under the water, there are white dragon scales everywhere, a ten-zhang long white dragon is shackled by dozens of chains, the chains are rolled with barbs, hooked into the flesh and hung on the bones, the wound has been scabbed.

The monk walked to the head of the white dragon and picked up the big bowl: "Senior brother, this is the herb I made myself, it won't hurt if you eat your injury, you can eat a little." ”

The white dragon glanced at him and turned his head away.

"Please. Why do you have to fight against yourself if you eat a little more?"

Bai Long opened his mouth and said, "Senior brother has suffered a lot of torture in hell, what is my suffering?"

"But the senior brother ...... him"

"Sha Wujing, shut up for me!" Bai Long said angrily: "Senior brother, is your name called? He is a great hero who stands up to the sky and the earth, and he is a loving and righteous Monkey King, you ...... Are you worthy, a lackey of the golden cicada, to be his junior brother?"

The sand monk staggered backwards, ashamed, sad condensed on his face, so sad that his face was about to fall, the bowl in his hand fell to the ground, turned around and ran out, but when he turned around, he saw a monk holding a Zen staff, white clothes fluttering, and his face was like a crown of jade, coming in auspicious clouds, he was so frightened that he took a few steps back, "Master!"

Seeing this monk, the little white dragon's eyes cracked: "Golden Cicada!" roared wildly, shaking the surface of the pool and rushing into a huge wave, opening his mouth to bite him, but halfway through, he was immediately pulled by the hook in severe pain, and retracted again.

Jin Chanzi looked at the sand monk in a daze, "Wujing, don't you worship when you see Master?"

Sha Seng trembled, and finally, he slowly knelt down, "Master......"

"Let's go out, I'm going to talk to Xiaobai. ”

Sha Seng withdrew from the pool, and Jin Chanzi looked at the little white dragon whose body shrunk into a ball in pain, and stroked his injuries with a distressed face, "Xiaobai, Xiaobai, why do you think you are suffering?"

The little white dragon was confused in pain, and moaned, "Traitor, don't touch me." ”

"Don't blame Wujing, he is an honest man, after so many years, he can't change his obedience. Jin Chanzi came to him and sat on a big rock, "But you surprised me, I thought I knew each and every one of you, but I didn't know that you still have such a side, righteous and angry, for your senior brother can actually put on his liver and gall, I don't know whether to admire you or call you stupid." You must know that I was optimistic about you at the beginning, Bajie is greedy for enjoyment, Wujing is stupid and corrupt, it is difficult to become a big tool, Wukong has the ability, but it is too disobedient, I originally planned to focus on cultivating you, you must know that the Babu Tianlong Guangli Bodhisattva is a good position, and in the future you will be in charge of the Babu people, just like a prince ......"

"Shut up!" said the little white dragon angrily, "It's better to kill me immediately than to listen to you squirt feces all over your mouth." ”

"How can I be willing to kill you as a teacher? Don't I have a little master-apprentice affection?"

"Affection?" the little white dragon snorted, "It's a joke coming out of your mouth!"

"Then what kind of person do you think a teacher is?"

"You are a heinous person!" Xiao Bailong blurted out: "I can see it on the road to the west, selfish, cowardly, cowardly, despicable, you are still a sadist!"

"What do you mean by that?"

In order to save you, you killed a few thieves, so you chanted and prayed there, saying something like 'his surname is Sun, my surname is Chen, there is a head for injustice, and there is a debtor ......' no matter what happens, the first thing you think of is to pass the buck. You can only recite the mantra of tightening, you can only restrain one person, and you repeat it over and over again, and you are still a benefactor who has saved your life countless times, and you never ask for reasons. People like you are the most evil existence in the world, no matter what you do, you can be guessed with the worst purpose!"

"Hahaha!" Jin Chanzi laughed, "Those who know me, Xiaobai also." ”

He pointed to himself: "You only know that the teacher is a golden cicada, but do you know what a golden cicada is?"

The little white dragon just snorted.

"The golden cicada is a medicine-elixir, so eating my flesh can make you immortal. It's all right to say I'm despicable and brutal, but I don't agree with saying I'm cowardly, in fact, I'm not nervous every time a youkai wants to eat me, of course, not because I'm bold, but because ...... I'm used to it. ”

The little white dragon looked surprised.

"Remember? Before I became your master, I was reincarnated in the forty-ninth life, don't you think it's strange? I was reincarnated in the forty-ninth life, but it lasted no more than seven hundred years, and the average age was less than fourteen. ”

Jin Chanzi's palm flickered, and a crystal mirror appeared, and the memories in his mind were projected in front of the little white dragon like a movie.

There is a strange hall in the Great Leiyin Temple, buried deep underground, the area is twice as large as the Daxiong Treasure Hall, it has been smoky for many years, there is a jasper stone slab in the center of the main hall, there is a large cauldron in front of it, there is a yellow soup that is always boiling in it, and there are countless lotus platforms around.

At this moment, there are many monks sitting on the lotus platform, each of them has yellow faces and thin muscles, and describes it as withered, and the old man has the edge of running out of oil, as long as there is a breeze, the monks will blow down. Each monk has a bowl in front of him.

The throne of the lotus platform in the south is the Buddha of Rulai, always solemn, always smiling, and staring at a young monk with a white veil on the jasper slab with soft eyes.

It is impossible to describe the handsomeness of this monk, his facial features are extremely exquisite, his eyebrows are clear, his skin is like smooth fat, and his face is still three points better than the first-class beauties in the world, but his eyes are blank, and his dull eyes are staring at the boiling yellow soup in front of him.

Four tall and sturdy monks walked in, and when they came to the young man, they bowed deeply three times, the two monks in front raised two large bowls in their hands, and the monks in the back raised two scimitars in their hands, which were extremely sharp and still dazzling in the smoke.

After the four monks had worshipped, all the monks chanted in unison: "The Dharma body and wisdom are given to them, and they are beneficial, and all sentient beings are benefited, and all sentient beings are benefited, and all sentient beings are benefited, and each is beneficial to his own heart...... Amitabha. ”

After the recitation, all the monks bowed down to the young monks neatly, and even Rulai bowed to him, and the hall was so quiet that there was not a single sound.

Two sturdy monks shouted: "Accept the Dharma and eat the Dharma!"

All the monks sat up, and the two monks serving the bowls scooped up the yellow soup from the soup pot and poured it down for each monk. Two monks with knives walked up to the young monk, bowed him again, and slowly pulled away the white veil he was wearing.

Then, starting from his neck, a knife was cut into his skin, which turned red, and when it cut into the flesh, it sizzled white, and not a drop of blood was shed. The young monk's face was expressionless, and his eyes were still looking into the distance with a vacant look.

The knife-wielding monk carefully cut the skin and flesh from him, and each knife cut only a trace of flesh with a thin hair, and put it into the soup bowl of the monk behind him, the skin and flesh melted instantly, the yellow soup turned blood-red, and then the bowl was distributed to all the monks in the main hall.

The flesh was cut off bit by bit, and the young monk never looked pained, and if it weren't for the occasional movement of his eyes, he couldn't tell that he was a living person. The flesh on his body was cut more and more, from the upper half of his body all the way down, and slowly the flesh was cut, revealing the internal organs, and the knife-wielding monk opened his abdominal cavity, took out his internal organs, and divided them into small pieces on the stone slab. Then put it in a cold plate and serve it out of the main hall.

After a long time, the young monk had only a skeleton from his neck to his toes, except for his head, but his expression remained the same, and he was not dead, and the occasional movement of his eyes proved that he was still alive.

Finally his flesh was divided up in a bit, and each monk was given a bowl of broth, held it high above his head, and chanted again, "Amitabha." "Drink it all in one gulp.

As soon as the broth was drunk, a miracle appeared, and the monks who were originally old and unbearable actually rejuvenated, one by one became smooth-skinned, youthful and handsome, and even the old monks who lost their teeth grew a mouthful of new teeth. The originally lifeless hall was rejuvenated, and the monks were smiling and overjoyed. Rulai looked down on all this from the throne, and the smile was even stronger.

Only the young monk whose body had become a skeleton was as always, and the appearance of the remaining head and the whole body of the skeleton was extremely terrifying, and when he cut his internal organs, his blood finally flowed out, and the entire bluestone slab was stained with blood.

Rulai spoke: "After receiving the holding, all the arhats return to their places." ”

The monks bowed and slowly withdrew, and the four strong monks carefully removed the young monk's head from the skeleton and placed it in front of Nyolai, carefully carrying his skeleton away. In the end, only the heads of Rulai and the young monk remained in the empty hall.

Rulai stared at the young monk's head for a long time, and asked softly, "Golden Cicada, does it still hurt?"

"It didn't hurt a long time ago. The golden cicada rolled her eyes and looked at Rulai: "Shizun, why me?"

"Why not you?"

"I want to live a little longer. ”

"If you live less, you can make many people live longer. ”

"What do I get?"

"Honors. ”

"A dish has glory?"

"I said you have it, you have it. ”

"What if I don't want it?"

"You'll live longer. ”

"Am I destined to never have a choice?"

"Yes, after the forty-ninth life of reincarnation, the Western God's food should be enough, and you can do something else at that time. ”

"Thank you, Lord of the World. The golden cicada slowly closed her eyes, out of breath.

Rulai slowly picked up his head, opened his mouth wide, and stuffed the whole head inside, and when he closed his mouth, the sound of biting bones sounded......