My Journey to the West on the Heavenly Road

Chapter 252 Number Mountain
Jiang Yuan almost understood.

The group of people in front of them are actually the villagers of Hukoupo, who came out to become robbers in order to make a living.

The monk and his party passed by the village before, heard about these people, and recognized them at this time, so they pleaded with Jiang Yuan.

And the blood-stained corpse in the grass beside the road was neither a monk companion nor a group of robbers, but a stranger who was killed.

The monk passed by here and found these passers-by who were killed. When trying to treat them, they happened to run into the villagers who came out to rob them.

After a stick of incense, Jiang Yuan obeyed the old monk's request, took back the ink thread and hemp rope, and released the robbers, or the villagers.

"Old monk, if they continue to be robbers and harm other people, will your conscience be disturbed?"

Jiang Yuan looked at the panicked figure fleeing away, and casually asked the old monk beside him.

"Namo Amitabha Buddha, there is a destiny for the Buddha to cross." The old monk Shalu clasped his palms and said lightly.

Jiang Yuan suddenly laughed, "Hahaha, these gangsters are destined to be with you, but the people they killed are not destined to be with you?"

The old monk Shalu was not angry at all, instead he looked at Jiang Yuan with a smile on his face, "The wish of the old monk is to spread the Buddhadharma widely, so that everyone in the world will enter into karma, and the evil of karma will be eliminated."

"The old monk has such a big ambition!" Jiang Yuan stopped laughing and glanced at the old monk with a half-smile.

Shalu smiled and said: "The Buddha's heart is bright, but you can go to Daleiyin Temple in Lingshan Mountain to listen to the Dharma of Miaoyin."

Jiang Yuan waved his hand, "I already have the Tao, I don't seek Buddhahood."

After saying that, he planned to leave, but the old monk said suddenly: "Alms, stay here."

Jiang Yuan summoned his mount and was about to turn it over, he stopped, turned around and asked in wonder, "What's the matter, old monk?"

The old monk glanced at the disciples who were burying the corpses in the jungle, and sighed, "Can you ask the benefactor to escort me all the way."

"Where are you going?" Jiang Yuan asked.

"I'm going to Nanzhan Buzhou." The old monk folded his hands and bowed.

"Nan Zhan Buzhou?" Jiang Yuan's eyes showed surprise.

The old monk nodded, "That's right. I heard in Tianzhu that Nanzhan Buzhou's humanism was prosperous, but I didn't have the Buddha Dharma to pass through the world, so I made a great vow, vowing to spread my Buddhist scriptures to the land of Shenzhou, and traveled for eight years. Come here."

He said, pointing to the mountains in the distance, "If you want to go to Nanzhan Buzhou, instead of taking the sea route, you have to climb over the six hundred miles mountain. , no one can pass."

"So, the old monk wants to ask the benefactor to protect us and cross this mountain."

"Actually, if it's just an old monk, he has no fear. It's not against my great wish to sacrifice his life to save this mountain group of monsters. It's just, alas, pity my disciple."

Jiang Yuan turned his head to look at the mountains: Is this Haoshan?

Hundreds of years later, the red boy will be in the Huoyun Cave of Kusongjian on this mountain.

At this time, the monks had finished burying the dead bodies. Navdolo came over and said respectfully, "Teacher, please recite a volume of scriptures to save these dead souls."

The old monk Shalu nodded, and suddenly told his disciples, "Fodoro, go and fetch the Golden Buddha."

Fudoruo didn't know why, secretly, they were just ordinary people, and they didn't need the golden Buddha, but he turned around and walked quickly to the luggage, and found the golden Buddha that had driven the robbers crazy before.

The golden Buddha is two inches high, with palms clasped together in a solemn appearance.

When Jiang Yuan looked at it, he could see a group of golden Buddha's light, and the faint Sanskrit sound sent by that Buddha's light made his altar bright for an instant.

"Teacher, the Golden Buddha is here."

Fudoluo solemnly held the golden Buddha and walked cautiously, but the old monk pointed at Jiang Yuan and said softly, "Give the golden Buddha to the benefactor."

"what?!"

Fudoruo shook his hands in shock, and the golden Buddha almost fell, he hurriedly hugged it, opened his mouth, and stared blankly at the old monk, "Master, you want to give the golden Buddha away?"

Seeing his disciple in a daze, the old monk Shalu shook his head, and stepped forward to take the golden Buddha from his disciple.

"Teacher——" Fudolo reached out to grab the golden Buddha, but his hand was in the air, and he froze immediately. He watched helplessly as the old monk handed the golden Buddha to Jiang Yuan.

"This golden Buddha is the reward for hiring a donor."

Jiang Yuan looked at the Buddha's light in front of him, without stretching out his hand, he raised his eyes to look at the old monk, "Old monk, is this a treasure of Buddha? You are so willing."

The old monk smiled lightly and said, "The almsgiver must have seen the Buddha's light before rushing here."

Jiang Yuan nodded slightly.

"That's it, it means that the benefactor has a predestined relationship with this treasure."

The old monk blinked like an urchin, his face wrinkled slightly, and he said with a smile on his lips: "Perhaps, the old monk came all the way here just to give this golden Buddha to the benefactor."

"The old monk was joking." Jiang Yuan was noncommittal.

"Hahaha, the benefactor took me for a joke." The old monk laughed heartily, then straightened his face, and asked again: "Please also show kindness to the benefactor, and protect me when I cross the mountain."

Jiang Yuan met the old monk's ardent gaze, pondered for a moment, and pushed the golden Buddha back. The old monk was immediately disappointed, but Navdolo was overjoyed.

However, at the next moment, Jiang Yuan smiled and said: "Forget it, it won't take much effort to go left and right, and I don't have anything urgent, so I will see you off. As for the Golden Buddha, we will talk about it after we pass the mountain."

The emotions of the master and apprentice changed suddenly, the old monk's eyes showed joy, and Fodoro's face was full of confusion.

"Five thousand, come and pack your bags."

After the old monk finished the simple ritual, a group of people set off to Haoshan Mountain. After walking for an hour, they reached the foot of the mountain. Looking up, they saw the lofty mountains like pillars, the red sun above them, and the earth set down. The steep mountains are like waves, one piece after another, Endless, seemingly endless.

After a short rest, taking advantage of the dawn, everyone entered the mountain.

It was the end of autumn at this time, the yellow leaves fluttered in the mountains, and the woods gradually became bleak. Occasionally, I saw a few wild fruits, but the fruits were rotten and the leaves were withered.

Da, da, the footsteps sounded softly, echoing on the increasingly narrow mountain road.

The sun in the sky slanted to the west for a few minutes, and everyone climbed up a mountain. The red leaf valley on one side, the beautiful scenery of the clear stream and spring attracted everyone's attention.

"Don't look, let's go, it will be dark soon."

Wuqian curled his lips and called out, waking up the monk who was obsessed with the beautiful scenery.

Then, tremblingly hanging the luggage beside him, and the old monk sitting on his back, muttering something like "I'm a dragon beast, not a donkey" and ran down the mountain with paws.

"Five thousand benefactors, please slow down, slow down."

The old monk was knocked so hard that he had to hug the donkey tightly so as not to fall. If he fell, he might roll all the way to the foot of the mountain, where he would either die or be disabled.

"You noisy old monk, don't worry, you won't fall."

Wuqian turned his head and bared his teeth at the old monk, sneaking a glance at Jiang Yuan, who was following leisurely, his eyes rolled, but he didn't slow down, instead he strode forward, stepping on the rocks and jumping up.

"Five thousand benefactors."

The old monk knew that the divine beast was very dissatisfied with being used as a pack horse, but this was the order of its master, and he didn't dare to resist, so he made such a fuss and secretly expressed his dissatisfaction.

"Oh, it's better to go by yourself."

The old monk sighed inwardly, his body tilted as soon as he loosened his hands, he hurriedly pulled himself together, and tightly hugged the neck covered with dragon scales.

Bursts of cold air came from the dragon scales, even though he felt dissatisfied, the old monk couldn't help admiring, it really is a divine beast.

With such a divine animal mount, I don't know who the sacred Jiang benefactor is?
Golden Buddha, golden Buddha, I hope you can bring such a person into Buddhism and add another venerable to my Lingshan.

The old monk was thinking about it, when suddenly a gust of wind swept across the mountain, and there was a disgusting stench in the wind.

"What a bold monster, dare to mess with your grandfather?"

The old monk only felt his body sway, and he flew off his mount, and then he saw a cloud enveloping the wind and rain soaring into the sky, crashing into the smelly wind.

"Is the old monk all right?"

The imagined fall did not happen, a big hand caught the old monk, and with a swipe to the side, the old monk landed firmly.

"That is?"

The old monk turned his head and screamed, and saw Jiang Yuan stepping forward with his hands behind his back, looking up at the raging wind, he said casually, "A mountain python."

"The rumors are true, it really is a mountain and a monster."

　Thank you for the 1500 reward of Qingtian Jupai, thank you.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)