Acting as a god and Buddha: starting from Guanzi

Chapter 49
King Youchuan is probably the most unlucky person in the God Transformation Realm. He had only ascended to the God Realm for less than a day, and before he could enjoy the worship of all living beings, his golden body was smashed, and his foundation of thousands of years was also destroyed.

Deep down in my heart, I already wanted to peel off Meng Yuan's skin, twitch his muscles, crush his bones and spread ashes, but the most important thing at the moment was to escape.

Even if his golden body is shattered, he still has his spirit. The worst he can do is take another body and rebuild it from scratch.

It is impossible for Lord Desolate Bone to let a Yuanshen go. As for Meng Yuan's secret, he is not as tempting as Youchuan Wang Yuanshen.

At this moment, Meng Yuan's physical and spiritual power had been exhausted, and he fell into a deep sleep exhausted, floating on the river of forgetfulness with one hand in his arms.

"Quick, let's look along the shore!" Tu Shan Bailan had only vaguely seen Meng Yuanfei going out before, but she didn't dare to enter Wangchuan, so she could only look for it on the shore.

Originally, there were still a group of cronies of King Youchuan who were waiting for his king's return. Now, seeing that the king's golden body was blown up, and there was a terrifying demon chasing after him, they immediately dispersed like birds and beasts.

In a dense forest, sixteen yakshas headed by Bishamon were locked in an iron cage at the moment, but the ghost soldiers guarding them outside gradually became agitated at this moment, and some even dropped their weapons and fled.

"Great opportunity!" Bishamon was overjoyed when he saw this. Originally, they were ordered to steal the Ming horses, but King Youchuan had planned it long ago, and asked the family in the mansion to transfer the supplies just to bet on them and catch them together.

At this moment, seeing these family generals in disarray, and even those ghost generals at the foundation building level fled, it immediately roared, its strong limbs broke the cage in an instant, opened its wings and rushed straight to the servant who was leading the ghost horse and go.

He tore it into two pieces with both hands, took the Ming horse, and then released the other fifteen brothers.

"Your Majesty, I don't know what the situation is. We missed a big deal. We should take Ming Ma to plead guilty quickly."

A group of yakshas led the underworld horses, spread their wings and headed straight to the bank of the River of Forgetfulness.

As the survivors of Youchuan City fled to various places in Xuming, the incidents here have also intensified and spread.

Originally, other ghosts and gods in the Netherworld wanted to rush to take advantage of the fire, but they were frightened by Meng Yuan's great ambition halfway, so they went to investigate, and later saw that the man had already crossed the robbery, so they didn't bother to come again.

But at this moment, I heard that the newly promoted god had his golden body shattered, and that his soul was being hunted by the Desolate Bone Lord. In an instant, countless powerful auras resurrected from various hidden and taboo places.

They all want to capture the soul of King Youchuan!

As for the birth of the so-called holy monk, no one cares about Purdue Ten Thousand Ghosts. For these arrogant ghosts and gods, they are all ants under the divine realm, which is not worthy of the slightest attention, and no one thinks of the vision that alarmed the entire virtual world It will be a young monk in the Foundation Establishment Realm.

Meng Yuan floated on the river of forgetfulness, and it took a full day and night to float to the shore, where Tu Shan Bailan found and rescued him in time.

"Your Majesty, you can take me back to the mortal world and settle down first, then come pick me up." Die Er said.

Tu Shan Bailan blushed immediately when she heard the words, and she said coquettishly: "Don't talk nonsense, he is a great virtuous monk, the reincarnation of the real Buddha, and I am just the remnant of Tu Shan who has been displaced. The red line of marriage has been in disrepair for a long time."

As he spoke, he couldn't help but lower his tone.

At this moment, Meng Yuan opened his eyes: "The little monk is very grateful to the white lady for saving her, but in the eyes of the poor monk, all living beings are equal, only the appearance of the heart, the appearance of the law, and the appearance of the law are different."

How could Tu Shan Bailan listen to him talking about Buddhism at this moment, just thinking that what she said just now was listened to by Meng Yuan, and for a while, this great Daoist in the Nascent Soul Realm blushed with embarrassment.

However, after many years of practice, he calmed down in an instant, and then he made up his mind and mustered up the courage to ask: "Then, does the holy monk like me?"

After asking this sentence, Tu Shan Bailan waited anxiously for Meng Yuan's answer.

Meng Yuan took a serious look at her and nodded, which immediately made Tushan Bailan feel happy.

But then Meng Yuan shook his head again, and Tu Shan Bailan couldn't help but look at him in confusion?

Meng Yuan explained: "The poor monk likes it, but my liking is the joy of seeing beautiful things in the world, not the joy of men and women."

He has cultivated into a bodhisattva state of mind, so he will not shy away from desires such as beauty, power, and money that secular ascetics fear, because he will not waver in the slightest, but will face what he thinks in his heart.

Tu Shan Bailan is definitely the most beautiful woman he has ever seen in his past and present lives, plus he has observed with thousands of eyes, and he can roughly understand the cause and effect of her being here with a glance. He likes it if someone can do these things for him, but Not love between men and women.

"If the white lady is willing, the little monk is willing to be a Taoist friend with you."

Tu Shan Bailan felt mixed feelings at the moment, and reluctantly responded: "That's very good, it would be good if the holy monk called me Bailan."

The two got to know each other, and Meng Yuan knew that Tu Shan Bailan had feelings for him, but he was really unmoved at the moment, so he planned to release her.

It's just that this kind of thing cannot be solved with a few words, it also depends on personal understanding.

"Holy Monk, the black market is closed now, let me get on my horse and take you out." Tu Shan Bailan said.

Meng Yuan was about to agree when suddenly a familiar breath approached quickly.

Bishamon came with a white dark horse.

"I'm doing bad things, please forgive me, Lord."

Meng Yuan pulled him up and said, "It doesn't matter, as long as he's still alive."

He thought they had sunk into the River of Oblivion, but unexpectedly they happened to escape. It was really wonderful.

Now that there is a dark horse, Meng Yuan can leave by himself.

And the sixteen yakshas including Bishamon directly possessed him on his white monk robe, which was transformed by the blessings of all ghosts, and it just happened to be a temporary residence for them in the mortal world.

Meng Yuan immediately got on his horse, took out the golden arm from the hollow jade and gave it to Tushan Bailan, saying: "Thank you Fairy Bailan for lifting the poor monk out of the water. Please accept this."

"This is too precious. I can't take it. Holy monk, please take it back." Tushan Bailan refused. This is a fragment of the god's golden body. It is not just gold. It contains a huge amount of immortal gold. What's more? There is a person who has cultivated the path of becoming a god, which is of immeasurable value.

In the end, under Meng Yuan's insistence, Tu Shan Bailan didn't want the arm, but a piece the size of a palm.

"Fairy Bai Lan, I'm leaving this poor monk!"

Meng Yuan then rode a white horse and slowly disappeared into the virtual underworld.

"Mother, this little monk is not bad, but he is a little blind." Die Er said indignantly from the side.

Tushan Bailan, on the other hand, regained his cool temper at this moment and replied: "If he only likes my skin, he is no longer the holy monk in my heart."

Anyone seems to be more and more attached to things that are less available, but often they can only become attachments in the end.

Tushan Bailan stayed for a while and left the virtual underworld with Die'er.

Yuanzhou City.

In the dark dungeon, a petite figure huddled in the corner, shouting in a daze: "Master, Master, where have you been? I miss you so much."

(End of this chapter)