What is it like to be a saint?

Chapter 427 The chess piece that makes the alliance and struggles
Laojun's admiration echoed in his ears.

Master Tongtian's mind has sunk into the "Journey to the West" he is reading on the other side of the world.

The Monkey King in that story is in the palm of my hand right now.

"Great Sage Equaling Heaven..." Master Tongtian smiled in his Dao heart: "I really have the demeanor of stopping my teaching!"

Presumptuous and unruly, crushing Ling Xiao.

Rather bend than bend, and remain unmoved.

But while laughing, the heart of Master Tongtian sank to the bottom.

He naturally knows what the meaning of all the things on the way to learn the scriptures is?
To understand more clearly, what does the ending of the Monkey King in Journey to the West mean?
The Great Sage Equaling Heaven finally became the Fighting and Conquering Buddha.

Prostrate before the Buddha.

Xiniu Hezhou has become a holy place of "no greed, no killing, nourishing energy and potential spirit, although it is true, everyone can live forever".

However, Nanzhan Buzhou, the Taoist dojo, the core of the Three Realms, has been alienated into a degenerate place of "greedy and happy, more kills, the so-called fierce tongue, sea of ​​right and wrong".

The future reflected in Journey to the West makes people shudder.

But what Master Tongtian thought was: "The future described in "Journey to the West"...what is going on?"

The three religions hold hands.

Western supremacy.

It's almost impossible for this to happen.

Even without Xu Ji, it would not have happened.

As long as he, the leader of Jiejiao, Lingbao Tianzun is alive, he will not allow such a thing to happen.

Because, Nanzhan Buzhou is where the Daoist Taoist place is located.

Who dares to blaspheme?It is against him.

And this level of blasphemy has already touched the bottom line.

There are already enough reasons to ask for the 'Hunyuan Whisk'.

unless……

"I no longer exist in the Three Realms!" Master Tongtian thought.

But that's not possible.

The sage is immortal, there is no calamity or calamity, and he can become Hunyuan through practice.

In the world, there is nothing that can kill a saint.

Not even Daozu.

"I was detached at that time?" Tongtian leader thought again, but immediately denied it.

Although I don't know what happened after the detachment?

However, Master Tongtian knew that if he had transcended, no one would dare to humiliate Nanzhan Buzhou and his disciples like this.

So, there is only one answer.

"I also participated in it..." The leader of Tongtian sighed in his heart.

Yes!

The plot of Journey to the West can only be staged if he, as the leader of Jiejiao, also participates in it and is the operator of one party!

Not only that!

Master Tongtian looked at Saint Nuwa, and also at Laojun.

He knows.

These two are definitely involved as well.

The same is true at the beginning of the Yuan Dynasty!

Only in this way can the story of Journey to the West be reasonable!

In other words, if the story of Journey to the West is indeed a possibility in the future.

That future means, then, that all the saints have come together to face a common problem.

Just like in previous years, the saints joined forces to seal Mingtiao.

Then the problem is coming.

What is the problem that makes all the saints have to stand together to deal with it together?

What kind of difficulty forced Taoism to bow its head and recognize the detached status of the West?
The sect master of Tongtian didn't know.

But he understood that there was only one possibility.

There is a problem with the orthodoxy!

There is a problem in Nanzhan Buzhou!

There is a problem with the human race!

Only in this way, and only in this way, can all the sages join forces, can Xuanmen make concessions, and make him bow his head.

Thinking of this, Master Tongtian's Dao heart began to overwhelm.

Countless things, countless thoughts, are ups and downs, tumbling, surging.

The history book of Xu Ji's world seems to be turning the pages.

The story of Journey to the West is flashing back.

The prehistoric past is also shining.

All kinds of past and all kinds of future are intertwined with each other.

"Brother!" Master Tongtian looked at Laojun's face.

A face that no one but a saint can describe.

Yin and Yang arise and die between the skin textures.

Tai Chi gossip manifested in the gray beard and hair.

In a pair of eyes, there is a yin and yang fish.

Its form is always in the superposition of youth and old age.

Its appearance is ever-changing and cannot be described one by one.

This is the saint in the eyes of the saint.

The complete avatar.

A sage has no permanent mind, a sage has no normal state, and a sage has no permanent appearance.

Every saint can change into anything at any time.

They can be mountains or seas.

It can be young or old.

It can be a man or a woman.

The saint you see will always be the one you imagined most in your heart.

Only a saint can see the true form of another saint.

The Dao body is purely shaped by Taoism and Taoism.

For example, at this moment, the Laojun that Master Tongtian saw.

It is the state of goodness like water, peaceful and leisurely.

However, thousands of years ago, the Laojun that Tongtian Sect Master saw in the catastrophe was actually a storm, rolling up thousands of waves.

Looking straight at Laojun's truth.

Master Tongtian opened his mouth slowly: "In the past, during the Conferred God Tribulation, senior brother said something about my disciples, please take it back!"

Laojun smiled slightly, he could naturally hear the meaning behind the words of Master Tongtian.

If you take it back, you will still be a senior brother.

If you don't take it back, you're Daoist brother.

He nodded slightly: "Yes!"

Take it back, no problem.

Although the past is irreversible, it can be whitewashed.

Just like the various things about Human Sovereign Huiyuan, how real is it now?
How many people really remember the cause and effect of the Mingtiao?
For a saint, modifying and whitewashing the past is just a matter of effort.

Master Tongtian nodded: "Then there will be Brother Lao!"

Laojun nodded, he understood that what Tongtian said meant he agreed.

The Nuwa saint was beside him, and he was also happy to see it, so he said: "In the future, when it comes to the monster clan, there will be two senior brothers!"

"Don't dare!" Master Tongtian and Laojun said at the same time: "Junior Sister, don't worry!"

Although the three saints did not say clearly.

But in fact, the alliance has been agreed.

This is also the tacit understanding of the saints.

As far as the saints are concerned, apart from the oath of heaven and the Zixiao Palace, there is nothing that can restrain them.

However, there will be no saint who swears to the way of heaven that he will do something.

And no one can make a saint swear to God.

Especially the two saints of the West, after proving the way with great ambition, there is no such possibility.

As for Zixiao Palace, except when it appeared at the beginning of the catastrophe, at other times, it was outside the Three Realms and lived in the Dao.

……

In the depths of the Western Pure Land, within an inch of the Lingtai Mountain.

In the ancient temple, the sound of the Buddha's wooden fish is endless.

"Ben Huiyuan, the Burning Lamp Buddha will surely perish!" A voice came from outside the ancient temple.

"Brother will be reincarnated in Xiniu Hezhou at that time, as the current Buddha..."

"Pindao expresses his congratulations in advance!"

The Buddha said nothing, but still knocked on the wooden fish.

"Brother, aren't you worried?" The whispers of the people outside the door didn't stop.

"The old master took you away..."

"Naturally, I can also bring you back from this Western Pure Land!"

The Buddha finally let go of what he was doing.

He looked at the people outside the door.

The treasure is majestic, auspicious and festive, with natural wisdom.

Samantabhadra!

"What does this have to do with the poor monk?" The Buddha said lightly. For a while, the Buddha's voice was rolling, solemn and sacred.

"Brother, don't you know?" Samantabhadra Bodhisattva manifested in front of the Buddha, bowed his head, "At this moment, Master Uncle is in Taisutian..."

"The sage empress and uncle are here..."

"Brother..." Bodhisattva bowed again: "You said, if the uncle knew that you were before the Zhuxian formation, he would have secretly passed on the letter to the uncle..."

"With my uncle's temper, even in this pure land, on Fangcun Mountain in Lingtai, will the Qingping Sword be able to strike?"

The Buddha's head shook, and a pair of golden eyes looked at Pu Xian.

The swastika in the pupil slowly rotated.

The huge Buddha's palm quietly covered Puxian's golden body.

Buddha's Palm!

"Senior brother, are you angry?" Pu Xian was not in a hurry: "Are you still afraid?"

"Betray the master, deceive the master and destroy the ancestor..."

"Long-eared Dingguang Immortal, has been wiped out!"

"Immortal Pilu, be in fear all day long!"

"Then, you who leaked the secrets of the Zhuxian Formation and the layout of the Ten Thousand Immortals Formation...how can you bear the monstrous anger from the saint?"

"Senior brother of course knows... Uncle's temper is not good!"

The Buddha did not answer, nor did he answer.

Just put the giant palm under the cover, like crushing an ant, crushing the golden body of Bodhisattva in front of him.

Countless gold powders rustled down, covering the ancient temple.

It's just a body.

But Buddha's golden body inevitably had a little crack.

The unshakable Zen mind, which has been silent for thousands of years, has a slight flaw.

The Buddha raised his head with a resolute expression.

That flaw was quickly filled by infinite wisdom.

Since it has been chosen so, it has been so chosen.

Then, you should have no regrets.

The Zen heart is round and crystal clear, the Buddha's heart is compassionate, and the Taoist heart is firm.

only……

Why does the sound of this wooden fish sound so much like the rattle drum in Biyou Palace in the past?
dong dong dong... dong dong dong...

The figure of the mentor is like a mountain, reflected on the other side.

The Buddha couldn't help putting his palms together: "Excellent! Excellent!"

"Everything in the past is like dying yesterday!"

Duobao is dead!
The moment he bowed his head, he was dead.

When you are afraid and scared, you are dead.

"Everything today is like living today!"

In the Buddha's name and the sound of the wooden fish, the golden body of the Buddha is extremely sacred, solemn and solemn.

Before the Zhuxian Formation, after witnessing Sanxiao's defeat.

He has already awakened.

The kind of being choked by the throat of fate.

That kind of fate of being fished and slaughtered by others.

Not what he wanted.

what he wants is...

Dominate the Three Realms!

He was unwilling to go to death with Jin Ling and others in Duobao's capacity.

Even more unwilling, he fell into the list of gods and became a slave.

He doesn't want to be a humble dog.

……

Jin Gong Chong'er looked at the majestic Kunlun Taoist Palace.

Immortals come in and out, and live forever at this time.

In his ears, the decree of the sage still echoed.

"The rule of Zhou will come to an end, and it will be up to you to carry the fate!"

The magic whip in his hand was as heavy as Mount Tai.

Chong Er's expression was as gloomy as a dark night.

Build orthodoxy again!

This mission that may have made him ecstatic in the past made his hair stand on end at this moment.

Because, he is not what he used to be.

"No wonder, when Duke Huan returned from Kunlun, he fell into a slump..."

"It can make a generation of kings fall..."

"The root is here!"

Chong'er thought and sighed.

But does he have a choice?

No!

He is old.

Getting old!

And it has too deep a cause and effect with explaining the Taoism!

Just like Huan Gong in the past!

He finally understood, why Huan Gong?

Because Duke Huan is old enough!
He finally understood, why himself?

Because he is old enough!
Before death, all are equal.

(End of this chapter)