What is it like to be a saint?

"Good! Good!"

Zhunti Bodhisattva listened to what Taoist Ran Deng had said, mooed to the Buddha, and sighed in admiration: "The prosperity of Taoism is so great?"

"Bodhisattva!" Daoist Ran Deng became anxious.

Probably because he knew that the Bodhi Taoist who was cut out by the Zhunti saint was a close friend of the Jiejia saint in the past.

We often talk about the Tao together, and we have also comprehended the mysteries of Hongmeng together.

Therefore, among Western religions, Zhunti saints are the most likely to be attracted by Jiejiao.

"Fellow Taoist is confused!" Zhunti Bodhisattva reminded with a smile.

"The poor way has to be chaotic!" In front of the incarnation of the sage, the Taoist burning lamp naturally dared not speak falsely, nor could he speak falsely, so he said: "This matter of life and death, how can the poor way not be chaotic?"

Back then, during the Great Tribulation of the Conferred Gods, Daoist Ran Deng was the most ruthless attack on the disciples of Jiejiao.

In the Zhuxian formation, he even took advantage of the chaos to beat up the saints of Jiejiao.

Arriving in the Ten Thousand Immortals Formation, Ran Deng even charged forward, and personally used the 24 Dinghai Pearls he had snatched from Zhao Gongming to kill the Holy Mother of Jinling, the elder sister of Jiejiao.

If Jiejiao Taoism is flourishing, not to mention the achievement of the holy dynasty, it is the achievement of the imperial dynasty, and the appearance of a holy king.

At that time, a holy king's decree will label all his lamp-burning body, dharma body, avatar and orthodoxy as obscene sacrifices and abolish them as adultery.

Under the induction of heaven and man, if he lights up a Taoist priest, he will be rejected and suppressed by heaven and earth.

Don't talk about the merits of meditation, it's time to wait.

Under the criticism of thousands of people, even a quasi-sage cannot bear the pressure.

Sooner or later, he will be driven to death by cause and effect!

This lighted lamp is very clear.

Because in the past, he was the Sangong in front of the throne of Empress Xia, and he was close to the core of Taoism, knowing the horror of the emperor's authority!
"Fellow Daoist speaks too seriously!" Zhunti Bodhisattva, although he understood that what Ran Deng said was right.

With the human nature of the Jiejiao saint and the style of the Jiejiao disciples, once the Jiejiao orthodoxy prospers, the authority is in hand.

Then, the saints of Jiejiao and the disciples of Jiejiao must take advantage of the opportunity to control the orthodoxy, and use the power of humanity to chase and intercept Randeng.

The dynasty orthodoxy may have no choice but to have a quasi-sage.

But imperial dynasties and holy pilgrimage are different.

Whether it is the emperor of the Xiahou family or the sage king Pan Geng of the Yin and Shang Dynasties, they all led the king's division to conquer the world.

Da Luo and Zhunsheng who were suppressed and killed were not just one or two.

However, now it is the burning lamp that needs to be sought from the West.

If you don't take advantage of one or two, if you don't take the opportunity to drop more benefits.

Wouldn't Zhunti Bodhisattva's meditation and enlightenment these few years be in vain?
Therefore, Zhunti Bodhisattva just smiled without saying a word, looking at Taoist Ran Deng.

Taoist Ran Deng could only take a deep breath. He taught a whole Huiyuan in the West, and he also became the Buddha of Dieng Deng taught in the West.

Where do you not know the rules of the West?

The Western rules have always been, want to ask the Buddha?Can!

Anyone can!
But to worship!
Ordinary people in Xiniu Hezhou, even if they just want to invite a Vajra or Arhat from the Pure Land World to chant scriptures and pray for their families, they must at least prepare three buckets and three liters of rice grains of gold!
Not even one less!

Today, he is such a big deal.

It is asking to be in front of the two saints again, how can it be easy?
Taoist Ran Deng squirmed his lips, looked at Zhunti Bodhisattva, and bowed deeply: "Bodhisattva, please be merciful!"

Up to now, people are knives and I am fish!
Even if Ran Deng understands, as long as the Western religion is still unwilling to bow to the cut religion and surrender.

Then, once the interpretation and teaching fell into a disadvantage in the catastrophe, the Western religion would have to intervene.

But he dare not gamble!
Because once the bet is lost, he cannot bear the consequences.

Zhunti Bodhisattva squeezed the flowers into a smile, finally let go, and said: "Since that's the case, the poor monk will go to Yuxu Palace to meet Daoist Yuanshi in two days!"

"Bodhisattva is merciful!" Daoist Ran Deng bowed again.

But in the heart of Dao, it is desolate.

It seems that Zhunti Bodhisattva did not mention any conditions. However, no one in the Western religion knows that in front of the saints of the Western religion, in many cases, the absence of conditions is the biggest cause and effect.

Unfortunately, Ran Deng has no choice.

This is the end of the matter, he has no way out!

Once Jiejiao wins the catastrophe, he will get a period of time to develop and grow calmly.

Judging from the various scenes in the world described by Jinzha and Muzha, the imperial dynasty?That was a breeze.

Even the holy pilgrimage is possible.

At that time, is there still a way for him to burn the lamp?

……

Xu Ji slowly opened his eyes, and the Crystal Palace in front of him was as resplendent as ever.

Countless golden light spots fell from the top of the head.

In the crystal wall, the phantom of the clock cast by the mathematical clock is slowly ticking.

Fifth day of May!

Xu Ji looked at the phantom of the clock and knew the current time.

Standing up, the mathematical clock has naturally flown out from the golden wheel behind his head, circling and dancing around him intimately.

But Xu Ji subconsciously pinched his fingers and counted, and countless thoughts flashed.

In this flash of thought, the sky and the earth can be seen almost at a glance, there is no cover, and there are no secrets to speak of.

At the moment of snapping fingers, countless scenes, activities and discussions of people are reflected in my mind.

Xu Ji seemed to have watched countless movies in an instant.

The river is surging and the sea is surging.

High mountains and flowing water, cranes and deer.

The stars are shining, and the Milky Way is murmuring.

There are Buddhas standing in front of their heads, Bodhisattvas bowing their eyebrows, emperors preaching the Dharma, and billions of ordinary people working hard to make a living.

After snapping his fingers, Xu Ji blocked all these changes.

And he subconsciously sighed like an old fairy: "Mercy! Mercy!"

Today, he finally knows how powerful and terrifying the Taoist ancestor is.

I think since I am, I think therefore I exist.

The sky and the earth, except for another Taoist figure or some special places.

As long as Daozu is willing, he can know it with one thought, and he is omniscient and omnipotent.

"It's too strong!" Xu Ji sighed.

He already understood why it was so.

The catastrophe has begun!

Therefore, the obstacles that once shielded, hindered, and interfered with Taoist thoughts and supernatural powers began to disappear in the natural cycle of Yin-Yang and Five Elements.

Visually speaking, the previous mythical world is roughly equivalent to a battlefield with various high-power jammers.

And now, those jammers are starting to wind down.

Therefore, Xu Ji will naturally receive all kinds of useful and useless information.

Fortunately, under the teaching of Master Tongtian, he has gradually mastered and familiarized himself with the method of controlling his own supernatural powers, so that he can instantly suppress the restlessness of the thoughts and complete the filtering.

After finishing this, Xu Ji held the mathematical clock in his hand, and then looked at Qingpingjian.

On the black scabbard, a green lotus bloomed.

Xu Ji stretched out his hand to grab it, and the green lotus floated naturally, fell into his eyes, and melted into his Taoist thoughts.

While walking outside the Crystal Palace, he comprehended and digested the content contained in Qinghe.

"Sure enough, the catastrophe is coming!"

"The name of robbery is: struggle!"

"The World of Great Controversy?"

Xu Ji's eyes flickered for a moment: "A hundred schools of thought contend, the mythical version of nations competing for supremacy?"

"In this way, there must be a Dao ancestor-level figure!"

As soon as he thought about it, in Xu Jidao's mind, figures of Taoist ancestors emerged.

At the same time, I also learned the names of these characters who represent the top existence of this mythical world.

Western Religion: Reception, Quasi-mention.

PEP: too much.

Explanation and teaching: the beginning of the Yuan Dynasty.

Demon Cult: Nu Wa.

"The Taishang is Lao Tzu, the Taishang Laojun..."

"Yuanshi, is that Yuanshi Tianzun?"

"Empress Nuwa, the one who made people out of clay?"

"But the Western religion represented by Jieyin and Zhunti is quite unfamiliar!"

"This Western religion is the predecessor of Buddhism, right?"

"Then where is Tathagata?"

As Xu Ji thought about it, his thoughts shook, and he saw a distant picture.

Under a towering ancient tree, a young man with a bare upper body and a cassock was sitting under the ancient tree, meditating.

While he was breathing, there were bursts of Sanskrit sounds, and the sandalwood was fragrant all over his body.

Some celestial maidens scatter flowers, while others spring golden lotuses.

The Buddha's light blooms behind him, which is auspicious.

The young monk suddenly opened his eyes and raised his head as if feeling something.

From Xu Ji's perspective, he happened to meet his gaze.

Inexplicably, Xu Ji thought of something.

He reached out and grabbed something familiar.

When he first came to this mythical world, he had found something in the ancient underground palace of the old god.

The unremarkable rattle beside a cradle.

Xu Ji lowered his head and shook the rattle lightly.

Boom boom boom!
The melodious sound of drums echoed in my ears.

On both sides of the drum body, the names engraved in the ancient characters gradually faded in color and traces under Xu Ji's touch.

The name of many treasures has disappeared.

And the rattle in his hand also turned into a pool of ashes.

Inside the Crystal Palace, an inexplicable stream of water rushed in, washing away the ashes and rushing into nothingness.

At the same time, the Shuihuo boy on the top of Qingxian Mountain in Biyou Palace suddenly turned his head.

At this moment, Shuihuozi shed tears inexplicably.

But I don't know why I'm crying.

It's just a vague feeling, as if there is something familiar, someone who was once close, has nothing to do with them.

……

Yu Yutian.

Lingbao Tianzun manifested from the tumbling of countless divine thunders.

His eyes looked at the two treasures deep in the illusion, which were being nourished and nourished by Yu Yutian's power and the merits of Taoism.

On the Jiejiao stele, the name that was once engraved in the first row has been turned into powder in an instant.

In the fishing drum, an ancient texture disappeared into nothingness.

Lingbao Tianzun sighed: "It's God's will!"

"Since then, there has never been a disciple under the poor Taoist sect!"

The cause and effect have disappeared, and the ties have been broken.

From then on, goodbye is not master and apprentice.

"From then on, you are the Buddha, and I am the Supreme Purity, there will be no more entanglements, no more entanglements!"

……

Xiniu Hezhou, a place close to the cold current of the North Sea, has a country called Kapilavastu.

The king's title is: King of Pure Rice, he serves the Buddha devoutly, and regards the Buddha as his country.

The king's son, since his birth, has been auspicious and auspicious, protected by the Buddha's light, and even after he was born, he pointed to the sky with one hand and the ground with the other, and crossed his legs and said: "In the sky and on the earth, I am the only one!"

King Jingfan was overjoyed and did not dare to be negligent. He sent the prince to a Buddhist temple and handed it over to the care of the most famous monk in Kapilavastu.

A better name: Gautama.

As Prince Gautama grew up day by day, his supernatural powers and intelligence also attracted countless city-states and kingdoms in the northern Hezhou of Xiniu.

There are Dharma protectors from ancient temples, living Arhats, and Buddhas who have traveled thousands of miles to come to pilgrimage.

But the prince was nowhere to be seen.

He just sits and meditates under the polo tree outside the temple every day, often for several days or months.

In this process, the prince's miraculousness has become more and more.

Gradually, even those ancient living arhats no longer dared to disturb the prince's practice casually.

But they did not leave, but stayed in the temple where the prince was, acting as novice monks.

On this day, Gautama was practicing meditation under the Bala tree as usual.

Suddenly, he felt someone familiar looking at him, so he opened his eyes, but unfortunately he didn't see anything.

There was only a burst of crisp drumming, echoing in my ears.

Boom boom boom!
For some reason, Prince Gautama, who had no worries since he was born, suddenly felt sad in his heart, and crystal clear tears fell from the corners of his eyes one by one.

It was as if my heart had been crushed, and it hurt uncomfortably.

It seemed that in just a moment, he had lost his most precious thing.

"Why am I like this?" Prince Gotama asked himself, but there was no answer.

Fortunately, the sadness and heartache just disappeared in an instant.

After a while, Prince Gotama lost himself in meditation again.

Si Si Buddha thought, wandering around the prince.

The light of Buddha overflowed on the prince.

I don't know how long it took, maybe an hour, maybe two hours.

In short, when the sun went down, Prince Gotama opened his eyes and ended today's meditation.

He was about to get up and go back to the temple to have a little fast.

"Good! Good!" Someone stood behind him at some point.

Prince Gotama turned around and saw an old monk with infinite compassion, a sad face, and a clean body standing behind him.

This monk looks thinner and thinner, but he has a solemn treasure appearance, with endless Buddha and Zen, manifested from the monk.

The sadness on the face and the compassion in the whole body reflect each other.

At this moment, what did Prince Gotama seem to understand?
He bowed his head and bowed to the old monk: "Disciple Gotama, pay homage to the teacher!"

on the day he was born.

The moment he opened his eyes and saw this mortal world.

Prince Gautama already knew that he had a secret mission.

He also knows that there will be an ancient Buddha who will come to enlighten him, teach him, let him walk on the right path, and let him realize his own originality.

"Excellent! Excellent!" The old monk put his hands together, neither accepting nor rejecting Gautama's act of worshiping a teacher, but only said: "Good man, in this world, you should be the Buddha, named Sakyamuni!"

After Gautama listened, the Buddha's light swayed in the back of his head, and countless hypes fell.

When Dang even understood something, he immediately sat cross-legged, sighed, "Excellent! Exquisite!"

"I shall be Shakyamuni Buddha!"

"Good!" The old monk stroked his palms: "I have the scriptures, are you willing to learn them?"

"Sakyamuni wishes!" Gautama, no, Sakyamuni bowed to his head and replied solemnly.

……

Above the sky tower, amidst the flashing five-color divine light, Zhunti Bodhisattva riding a peacock saw this scene, pinched his fingers and smiled.

There is no better arrangement than the deputy head of teaching in the past, the ancient lamp burning Buddha in the West to teach and guide the great disciple Duobao Taoist, the great disciple of the Jujiao, and Shakyamuni Buddha in the West today, in terms of cause and effect. .

The wonderful thing about this arrangement is that the western religion takes all the benefits, but it doesn't have any relationship with it!

The wonderful thing is, even if he gets mad in the future, his Qingping sword must be cut on Sakyamuni first!

The wonderful thing is that, in this way, those who were exiled to the west of Jiejiao, casual practitioners, and disciples have now become Buddhas, Bodhisattvas, Vajras, and boys in front of the Daoist of Many Treasures.

In this way, most of the cause and effect have been passed on.

Even better, Ran Deng came out of Yuxu Palace to seek the West.

In this way, whether it is the future Tongtian or Yuanshi, they can only be incompetent and furious!
If you have the ability, you can chop with your sword!

As a rising star, the congenitally deficient Western religion can only do so if it wants to succeed.

Take the path of the four sages of Taoism, and copy the shortcut of Taoism.

It's a pity that there is only one disciple of Laojun, and it is difficult to start.

Otherwise, it can also be arranged in this way.

Thinking of Laojun, Zhunti Bodhisattva's face darkened, a little worried.

At that time, the Western religion had a private agreement with the saints of the Renjiao that they would not write or talk.

The current Buddha taught by the West should be enlightened by a sage of the human religion.

Now, Western religions tear up the old year agreement.

With the temper and style of a saint taught by people, he probably won't get angry right away.

But I will definitely keep this matter firmly in mind and look for opportunities to repay this reward!
"Helpless!" Zhunti Bodhisattva said in his heart: "If it is possible, who is willing to let Laojun intervene?"

The chess game played by the saints has always been mysterious and unpredictable, with many changes.

He is best at pushing boats with the tide and following the trend.

Once Laojun has such an opportunity, this Western religion will be manipulated by him sooner or later.

Therefore, when the opportunity came, whether it was to receive the saint or the quasi-sage, they would immediately tear up the tacit agreement of the past without hesitation.

This is how the saints relate to each other.

A saint is not a hypocrite, so he is a great thief!