Fu Shifeng

Chapter 335 Confrontation between Buddha and Demon

As soon as I took a step forward, frosty wind hit my face. When I raised my eyes, I saw ancient mountains covered with snow and dyed white. The towering peaks were majestic and the large cliffs were cut like knives and axes. From a distance, I can see the wind and snow in the sky passing over the mountain tops, leaving wisps of trails, like a god raising his sleeves.

"Did you find your knife?"

Chiyang was sitting on a huge rock, with more than a dozen corpses lying at his feet. Blood was flowing all over the ground. All of them were bald and gray-clad, carrying knives and sticks. They were obviously monks from a nearby temple.

Cheng Sanwu patted the sword on his waist and showed off: "The Daxia Dragon Bird is absolutely authentic, not a copy made by some country blacksmith."

"Compared with my sword, which one is more powerful?" Chiyang raised the Longya sword and skimmed off the blood that had not yet solidified on it.

"This is a magic weapon refined by Fu Shifeng. It is specially designed for the emperors of the world. It can sense the heaven, earth, mountains and rivers, and can best cooperate with the dragon's luck." Cheng Sanwu tapped the golden bird ring wrapped around the head of the knife: "And this The sword and Li Zhaozhen have been through life and death, and have experienced countless battles on the battlefield, and their killing power is at its peak."

"You are a street vendor? Do you need to brag about yourself like this?" Chiyang was not convinced.

"It's a good use, I can't praise you enough." Cheng Sanwu raised his chin slightly and gestured to the monk's corpse on the ground: "What's going on?"

"We have been waiting for you for a long time, and then we met this group of bald donkeys patrolling the mountain." Chiyang said bluntly: "They said that I had broken into some kind of Buddhist pure land and wanted me to offer incense to confess my sins. I was too lazy to be polite to them. killed."

Cheng Sanwu laughed loudly: "How can these be serious monks? They are obviously a group of green forest bandits who dominate the mountain as kings!"

At this time, An Quti came from the side, holding the mirror that Cheng Sanwu returned to him: "These monks' temple is five or six miles southeast, and they also manage a field. They often bully men and women, and they often bully men and women. They would mask and rob pilgrims going to nearby temples.”

"You have already worshiped Buddha, which shows that you are willing to give up your life and property, and you deserve to be robbed." Cheng Sanwu sneered disdainfully.

An Quti was stunned for a moment. He originally thought that Cheng Sanwu was going to act chivalrously and teach the thieves who occupied the temple as monks a lesson, but unexpectedly, Cheng Sanwu had no intention of interfering at all. What he said sounds like nonsense at first, but when you taste it carefully, it seems to be somewhat Zen-like.

"How well do you understand the formation diagram I gave you?" Cheng Sanwu asked.

"His Majesty, it's about seven to eight points. There are still a few key points that need to be carefully deduced and calculated." An Quti said quickly.

Cheng Sanwu casually took out a wooden box: "Follow the formation map and place the star marrow in various places."

Ancuti took the wooden box respectfully, and after opening it, he saw that it was full of star essences of different sizes. Even this expert who was accustomed to big scenes was deeply shocked.

"So many..." An Quti hurriedly handed it back: "I am afraid that I have betrayed the great trust of my lord."

"If even you can't do it, no one in the world can really help." Cheng Sanwu's face darkened: "I won't keep people who are of no use to me. You should think about it again."

Even though it was freezing cold, Ancuti broke out in a cold sweat: "Young man must do your best to complete the tasks assigned by His Holiness!"

Cheng Sanwu looked up at the sky: "Use Jiuzhou as the altar, use the Five Mountains as the pillars, go up to the star field, break the forbidden chaos, the nine dragons come out of the abyss, and reopen the new sky. Once this is done, you can go to Heyang and wait to meet me."

"I obey, little man!" An Quti bowed deeply, then carried a whole box of star marrow in his arms and headed north.

"Jiulong Kaitian is quite famous." Chiyang snorted: "But you only have seven Taiyi Orders in your body now, so I'm afraid you won't be able to accomplish anything, right?"

"The eighth path is at the nearby Longdong Temple." Cheng Sanwu raised his hand and pointed to the undulating peaks in the east.

"Holy Truth Tan Hua? I don't know much about this bald donkey." Chi Yang said: "He seems to have been guarding Longdong Temple. He seems to be suppressing something. He is not like running around like Master Wen and Hong Ya."

"Longdong Temple suppresses the gluttonous evil blood, and the weight is greater than what I saw in Shuofang." Cheng Sanwu said with a smile: "Ever since I broke through the innate realm, I can sense that this thing is ready to move. The Holy Truth Tanhua will definitely want to Concentrate on using Buddha’s power to suppress it.”

Chiyang stared at the mountains to the east, and suddenly closed his eyes as if a foreign object had stung his eyes.

"Don't look around." Cheng Sanwu looked like he was watching a good show: "Shengyi Tanhua invited a bunch of monks and three Tianzhu monks to try to open up a Buddhist land in Wutai Mountain to house a certain Bodhisattva. Dojo. If I go there, I will definitely face the closure of the Buddha Land and the Dharma Realm."

Chi Yang rubbed his eyes and sneered: "Isn't this still the same thing as Wudenque?"

"There is only one cave in Wudengque. They dragged me into the Dragon Qi Huangquan under the guise of the faith and will of all living beings." Cheng Sanwu said: "And this time, Holy Truth Tanhua dragged hundreds of temples and thousands of monks to Mount Wutai. Let's chant mantras together and borrow the power of Bodhisattvas. The scale cannot be too big."

"Are you afraid?" Chi Yang asked.

"I'm just thinking about how to deal with it." Cheng Sanwu said thoughtfully: "It would be too boring if it was just to break the seal. Since a great Bodhisattva wants to intervene, then I don't mind giving him some help. A supreme evil calamity in Central Plains Buddhism."

"I think you are just free." Chiyang was too lazy to talk to him: "You just deal with the most powerful bald donkeys, I will stop the other bastards."

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Longdong Temple is not a well-known temple. Even because it is located in a remote mountain, almost no believers come to offer incense. However, because it has been influenced by the power of Buddha for a long time, the surrounding mountains and fields are not exposed to wind and snow, and the ancient pines and cypresses are evergreen. It is very different from the outside world. It has its own pattern.

The two of them saw three monks outside a thatched pavilion on the mountainside. Their skin color was slightly darker, and their beards were thin and curly. They obviously did not look like the Han Chinese in the Central Plains. Even the shape of their clothes was not the robes and cassocks of Chinese Buddhist monks.

"The poor monk Wu Tu confesses, is the donor Cheng Sanwu?" The tall and thin monk in the lead stood up and bowed, exposing his right shoulder and arm. He held a nine-ring tin staff in his left hand. His body was faintly glowing with gold, unlike an ordinary body. .

"I am Cheng Sanwu, but I am not a benefactor." Cheng Sanwu looked at the three monks opposite him with a smile on his face: "Arahants who have cut off their earthly roots and karma, why bother wallowing in this evil world of five turbidities? Why not? Give up your bad skin as early as possible and go to the Buddhist Kingdom in the West to enjoy eternal bliss."

Wu Tuchan said with a smile: "The young monk has heard for a long time that there is a Mahayana atmosphere in the Eastern Land of Cathay, and he has made a vow to save one hundred thousand bhikkhus, so that all the people in the Eastern Land can share the joy of the supreme Dharma."

"One hundred thousand bhikkhus?" Cheng Sanwu laughed loudly: "I originally thought that the great siddhas from India would transform the Central Plains into an earthly Buddha land where mortals and saints can live together. A mere one hundred thousand bhikkhus is too few. Wu Tu was not arrogant in his confession, and responded calmly: "If the Buddha's teachings are to save all sentient beings, they must have masters who lead by example and have their hearts dedicated to me, the Buddha. Although there are abundant resources in the Eastern Land of China, the masters believe in heretics and the scholars are stagnant in Confucianism." , all people are ignorant and do not know the ultimate truth, and are drowning in the sea of ​​suffering. Therefore, it is a pity and a sigh that the Buddhas in the past did not descend to this place."

"You guys have all the good and bad things to say." Cheng Sanwu laughed, and then said: "I have something to ask you. The Minister of Internal Affairs previously obtained a sharp blade. Stabbing the human body can destroy the foundation of Yuan Gong. Even if Even an innate expert can’t resist it, does that thing have anything to do with you?”

"Yes." Wu Tu Chan admitted frankly: "This object is called 'Falling Heaven and Breaking the Saint'. It was when the Buddha attained nirvana and became enlightened, causing the snowy mountains to shake and appear in the world. It can spread evil obstacles, turn into numerous demonic realms, and corrupt practice. The poor monk took this thing to the East, originally intending to offer it to the saint, but the Minister of Internal Affairs forcibly took it from him."

Cheng Sanwu had a strange look on his face: "Do you know how to give gifts? Are you giving this kind of thing to a saint because you think Tianzhu is too far away and Daxia's soldiers and horses can't fight it?"

Wu Tuchan said: "In fact, nearly a hundred years ago, the envoy of Daxia used Tibetan and Niboluo troops to attack and destroy the Kingdom of Central Tianzhu. Some heretic cultivators saw the power of Daxia, so they followed the envoy to Chang'an, and many of them presented treasures. Act of."

"And this matter, why don't I remember it?" Cheng Sanwu said disdainfully: "But you Tianzhu are too inexperienced, right? A mere envoy borrowed troops from other countries to casually attack and destroy a country. ? You guys should resist a little bit."

"The power of the great summer is far-reaching. It is for this reason that poor monks come from thousands of miles away to look up at the land of sage." Wu Tu Chan was not stingy in his words of praise.

"But it's also good for you that the chamberlain has to take things away. If something goes wrong with the saint, they will really fight you. Let alone preaching, your heads will probably turn into urinals. Cheng Sanwu was suddenly startled when he said this: "Oh, I seem to have locked the saint in the Tai Chi Palace for several days, which is much more excessive than you, hehe!"

Seeing Cheng Sanwu's smile, Wu Tuchan was not frightened, but said: "Donor Cheng has immeasurable majesty and virtue. If he can take refuge in my Buddha, he will definitely be the Holy King of the Wheel of Cathay."

"Are you... making conditions?" Cheng Sanwu was surprised by the boldness of the monk in front of him: "You came out to block the way for Holy Truth Tan Hua. You must know my identity and abilities. You don't want to roar like a lion or the flames of the King of Ming." You came to subjugate demons and poisons, and you actually want to lure me into Buddhism?"

There was no trace of shame in Wu Tu's confession: "Buddha's Dharma is boundless and benefits all living beings. Donor Cheng suffered from the three poisons and five aggregates and could not find peace. Only the Dharma can tame his restlessness."

"Has anyone ever said that you monks have a very poisonous mouth? Are you sure you are not guilty of speaking in such a way?" Cheng Sanwu was not angry, and looked at the black tiled roof of Longdong Temple in the distance with interest:

"But I don't like eating fast and chanting Buddha's name all day long. That would be a shame. If you want me to convert to Buddhism, at least seventy or eighty concubines and goddesses will be given to me to help me practice. Otherwise, I will face all of you with wrinkles on my face. The bald head really makes me feel a little off-putting."

Chiyang laughed out loud, not at all nervous as if facing a formidable enemy.

"Being greedy for sensual pleasures is to conceal the true nature of emptiness, and it is out of control." Wu Tu confessed and said: "But if the donor sincerely takes refuge in my Buddha, after the initiation and blessing, the poor monk is willing to ask Biancaitian to be the donor. Give merit."

"Biancaitian?" Cheng Sanwu thought for a while, with a very exciting expression on his face: "I remember she is Manjushri's concubine, right? Are all Buddhist Bodhisattvas so open-minded? Give your concubine to others? "

Wu Tu Chan said solemnly: "The Dharma body is untainted and immune to the tribulations of the earthly world. The body of the Dharma is given to others in order to seduce them with desires."

"Okay, okay, whatever you say is fine." Cheng Sanwu lifted his belt: "Hurry up and lead the way, I still have something to do."

"Please kindly ask Donor Cheng to come alone with the poor monk." Wu Tuchan bowed slightly and became cautious.

Cheng Sanwu waved his hand towards Chiyang, and she clicked her tongue, then sat down in the thatched pavilion and waited.

Follow the three monks and continue up the mountain to the outside of Longdong Temple. This temple is not grand. The rammed earth walls seem to have experienced vicissitudes of life, the roof tiles are covered with weeds, and there are even rats in the corners. It would almost make people mistake it for an abandoned Buddhist temple.

Now there are no other monks walking around in Longdong Temple, and it is quiet, but there is a faint sound of Sanskrit chanting entering the sea of ​​consciousness. Cheng Sanwu could sense that the monks were reciting mantras and entering into concentration in the secret cave at the back of the mountain. The power of the mantra was like a candle at night, silently emitting soft Buddha light.

The Buddha's light shone on Cheng Sanwu, casting a huge and terrifying shadow behind him, like paraffin oil spurting out from the ground, dark and sticky, threatening to submerge the entire Longdong Temple.

This was just an illusion, but Cheng Sanwu felt that he seemed to be at both ends of reality and reality at the same time. At this moment, there was another world overlapping the top of the mountain where Longdong Temple was located, which was very strange.

After passing through the main hall and coming to the rear courtyard, I saw a monk in robes standing under the eaves, looking up at the sky. He had an ordinary appearance. If he hadn't been bald and put on ordinary cloth, he would have disappeared among the crowd in the blink of an eye. There was no aura around him. Strange, just like ordinary people.

When Cheng Sanwu came to the court, the three monks immediately found their seats and stood there, forming a four-corner formation with the monks in robes, surrounding Cheng Sanwu in the middle.

"Holy Truth Tanhua, everyone else in Fu Shifeng is working hard, but you are hiding here to enjoy peace and happiness. Isn't it not good?" Cheng Sanwu laughed and said, without any murderous intent or anger, as if he was facing a long time. An old friend I haven't seen has made a special point of teasing him.

The monk in garb made a salute to Cheng, and his tone was gentle and kind: "Good man, it's been a long time since we've seen each other."

"You have great supernatural powers, so you should know the purpose of my coming here, right?" Cheng Sanwu asked.

"The young monk is just a mediocre person in a troubled world. He dare not claim to have great supernatural powers."

Sheng Tanhua's humble attitude does not make people feel hypocritical. His clothes are shabby, his hands are calloused, and his face looks slightly withered. Compared with the past, it is much worse than before, which makes people wonder whether his cultivation has declined. .

"The good man wants to take Tai Yi Ling and the evil blood, right?" Shengyi Tanhua asked.

"One more thing to add." Cheng Sanwu raised his finger and shook it, with a ferocious look on his face: "I'll beat you to death and let me vent my anger."

"The young monk had already expected that this calamity would happen, so he wanted to ask the good man to listen to the Dharma to wash away the anger in his heart." Shengyi Tanhua stood on the same spot, not caring that he and Cheng Sanwu were only within a short distance of each other. A slash with the knife can easily decapitate him.

"Okay, let me hear it then." Cheng Sanwu said this, and then the invisible divine blades slashed out from all directions, trying to kill the four monks at the same time.

But at this moment, everything in all directions, in the sky and on the earth, suddenly became blurred and turned into a dreamy bubble, and the chanting of Fan Chan turned into a huge surge, impacting the body and mind!

(End of this chapter)