I am a soldier in the border army

Chapter 256 Pick up the scriptures!

The peak is so high that it reaches into the clouds.

Living on the peak, you can see the clouds rolling and rolling under your feet.

During the day, the sun shines down, the clouds fold, and the entire peak and cliff are completely golden.

This is also the origin of the name Jinding.

In fact, apart from the sacred golden color that catches the eye, there is actually nothing special about this mysterious golden peak in the eyes of the world.

Neither can one make rapid progress in practice, nor can one achieve enlightenment overnight.

The only special thing is that the young Taoist in front of me lives here.

As the saying goes, the mountains are not high, if there are immortals, they will be spiritual. It is nothing more than this.

Looking at the sunspot that the young Taoist threw in front of him, the old Taoist's figure on the ground trembled slightly, with a puzzled expression on his face.

While he was thinking wildly, the old man pursed his lips and was about to answer.

"Go away, don't bother me if you have nothing to do."

The old Taoist who stood behind him uneasily could not answer for a while.

One of the chess pieces, the black and white chess pieces, respectively correspond to the yin and yang lanes.

But to this world, they are just like earthworms.

"Tell me, if this isn't immortality, what is?"

What about the first dynasty?

But the Patriarch still didn't give him a chance. He didn't know when he put on a black graceful Taoist robe and waved his sleeves.

That day, the Patriarch sometimes looked hopeful and sometimes sighed sadly.

'Black, is it a noble color? '

The old man was silent.

And just when the old Taoist was pondering the meaning of the Patriarch's words, the young Taoist had already waved his hand and said.

After saying that, the young Taoist suddenly turned around and looked at the old Taoist.

The old Taoist looked at the founder's clear eyes like a child's, flashing madly at this moment, and felt an inexplicable fear.

Although he couldn't see the change in his ancestor's expression at this moment, he could hear something akin to fanaticism in his faintly high-spirited tone.

"some!"

Baizi is Yang, Qian.

The old Taoist beat his head and stood up quickly. Taking advantage of the situation, he respectfully picked up the sunspot on the ground and presented it to his ancestor.

Maybe this world will also come to an end.

Vaguely, he even saw a trace of undetectable tension and fear.

"Okay, get up."

It's as if I want to do something that I want to do but am too brave to do.

Therefore, Bai Zi has been respected since ancient times.

Wait until time goes by and the years come to an end.

If he remembered correctly, since the death of the three seven-level true immortals at the end of last year, he had noticed something strange about his ancestor when he came to ask if a catastrophe was imminent.

"Some existences...even if the heaven and earth decay and the universe dies, they will still follow the ruins and ashes and return?"

"Do you think there are really immortal things in this world?"

When it comes to [immortality], maybe not.

"Thank you, Patriarch!"

When he opened his mouth, he wanted to say something.

Go up to Qian and go down to Kun.

It's a pity that the young Taoist did not pick up the child, but turned around and stood on the stone platform overlooking the churning sea of ​​clouds below.

It is said that the upper three realms take over the creation of heaven and earth and enjoy eternal life.

Live in the morning and die in the evening.

Sunspots are Yin and Kun.

It can take as long as a thousand years or tens of thousands of years, or as short as tens or hundreds of years, and it will eventually come to an end.

What about the legendary ancient divine palace that governs all heavens and worlds?
To this day, except for the incomplete fragments recorded in ancient books, who has really seen that glorious period?
The old Taoist sometimes thinks that even the world beneath their feet cannot be said to be immortal.

But at this moment, the voice of the young Taoist in front of him became slightly higher.

The young Taoist's voice was abrupt, and the question was also abrupt.

But now in the mouth of the Patriarch, the story has changed.

The old Taoist looked shocked when he heard this.

It's the same today.

The Patriarch didn't say much to him, but even these few words left him a little confused.

'Could it be that the end is approaching? '

A rebellious thought flashed through the old Taoist's mind, and then he was extinguished in an instant.

'Sin...sin...'

With a cry of mercy in his heart, the old Taoist hurriedly bowed and retreated.

Only being distracted by this, he didn't realize until he got off the Golden Peak that he had brought the sunspot directly down.

Looking at the black jade sunspot that fell in his palm, the old Taoist frowned.

Black, is it a noble color?
Bai Zi is now, how can you say you are noble?
Wouldn't this turn things around?

'Wait...turn things around? '

Almost instantly, the old Taoist's eyes lit up and he vaguely grasped the meaning of the Patriarch.

But then he sighed in despair.

'wrong……'

It's not like he hasn't experienced changes in dynasties.

In the past, when Taizu Dayong overthrew the previous dynasty, Confucianism and Legalism were fighting, and Taoism and Buddhism also ended up personally.

But at that time, the Patriarch acted very calmly from beginning to end and had never been so out of his mind.

Thinking of this, the old Taoist, as Bai Yujing's contemporary head coach, couldn't help but sigh again, his head as big as a drum.

Until someone came up and whispered.

"Headmaster, does the Patriarch have any arrangements?"

The old man shook his head.

Seeing that the visitor was hesitant to speak, the old Taoist said helplessly.

"Don't cause any extraneous problems in Youzhou. Let's take a look and then talk."

As for... what to watch?
Naturally, we want to see how Confucianism and Buddhism react.

Although the Patriarch did not give them a clear reply, one sentence was unmistakable.

Whatever the enemy wants to do, as long as we can disrupt their efforts, we will win.

When the visitor heard this, he suddenly became enlightened.

He quickly arranged for people to keep their eyes on the Confucian and Buddhist families.

In fact, it is different from the Taoist ancestor who played tricks and guessed riddles.

At this moment, the Great Zen Temple is much more straightforward.

Above the Mahavira Palace.

After a lotus-tongued sermon, a group of Arhats respectfully asked Zen Master Tripitaka who was sitting high on the lotus throne.

"May I ask Zen Master, how to deal with the accident in Youzhou?"

When Zen Master Sanzang heard this, he burped quietly, and then he didn't think about it.

"That's a trap, don't jump."

When all the Arhats heard this, they frowned but stopped talking.

Zen Master Tripitaka looks at the sky with his Dharma Eyes. How could he not know what they are thinking?
Most of them are just trying to get rid of dissidents or accept being a dog.

The former kills demons and subdues demons, and his merits are immeasurable.

The latter put down his butcher knife and became a Buddha immediately.

I have long been familiar with this process, so I naturally want to follow suit.

Zen Master Sanzang was originally too lazy to care about their life and death, but thinking of his own future peace, he couldn't help but add something.

"The great calamity is coming. If you want to become ashes, you can do whatever you want."

The words fell.

All the Arhats present, who were in a state of confusion, were immediately frightened.

Everyone hurriedly pretended to worship Buddha.

"Namo Sakyamuni! Please obey the Zen Master's decree!"

When Zen Master Sanzang saw this, his expression was still sacred and compassionate, but there was a trace of undetectable impatience in his eyes.

In his opinion, most of the Arhats in the palace were mediocre and stupid.

Almost no one can catch his eye.

But it's not like nothing.

So after the thought flashed across his mind, Zen Master Sanzang looked at the tall figure in the corner of the hall.

To be honest, this beast is more like a warrior than a monk.

The so-called Buddhism is probably his boxing technique.

But Zen Master Sanzang valued him very much.

Because Zen Master Sanzang felt that this guy was very similar to himself sitting in front of the lotus platform.

'I think back then... the poor monk also had some skills in boxing...'

After roughly recalling the past, Zen Master Sanzang suddenly said.

"Fahai, I want you to go north to the grassland. What do you think?"

The powerful Buddha's voice echoed in the main hall.

This caused all the Arhats to look at the corner of the hall in surprise.

A flash of astonishment flashed across Fa Hai's face when he was suddenly called, and then he quickly returned to calm, and walked up the main path of the palace despite the glares. While bowing and saluting, he responded.

"May I ask Zen Master if there is a date for your return?"

Don't ask about the way to go, just ask about the return date.

But Zen Master Sanzang's eyes lit up, and he looked at this guy with more admiration.

He is a profound Buddhist.

He is indeed much better than the mediocre idiots around him.

Therefore, Zen Master Tripitaka did not hide anything, but said it bluntly.

"The return date is uncertain."

At least he won't be able to come back in a short time.

Sure enough, when these words came out, Fahai lowered his eyes and fell silent.

And his silence immediately aroused the dissatisfaction of all the Arhats present.

"Fa Hai! In front of the Zen Master, under the decree of the law, you kept silent. Isn't it disrespectful to the Zen Master?"

"That's right! We are just traveling north to the grassland, and the journey only takes a moment, and you actually resist me. I think all your years of practicing Buddhism are in vain!"

As he said this, someone said directly to Zen Master Tripitaka.

"Zen Master! Since Fa Hai is unwilling, the young monk is willing to act on behalf of the Zen Master?"

Above the Mahavira Palace.

Everyone was making a lot of noise, talking to each other.

The so-called quiet mind of practicing Buddha worship is indeed not visible at all.

Zen Master Tripitaka really wants to fight these bastards and tell them to pick up the scriptures! Pick up the scriptures! '

But looking at Fa Hai's still calm expression, the anger in Zen Master Sanzang's heart gradually faded away.

"If you don't want to, there's no need to force it."

The stakes are so high that if you force yourself to do something and cause trouble later, it would be better to do nothing in the first place.

And listening to Zen Master Sanzang's gentle tone, Fahai finally made up his mind.

"Go back to Zen Master, the young monk is willing to go."

Zen Master Tripitaka heard this and asked with a smile.

"Although there is no serious danger in this trip, there are a lot of troubles. Do you really have no regrets?"

Fahai understood that since he had already agreed, the Zen master's question was actually just to strengthen his "Tao heart".

'It seems... there should indeed be a lot of 'trouble'...'

Fahai sighed in his heart and said with a serious look on his face.

"Fa Hai has no regrets."

After saying "no regrets", Zen Master Sanzang nodded with a smile.

"You have your ears to listen."

The words fell.

The rest of the voice then echoed in Fahai's soul.

But after hearing just one sentence, Fahai's eyes widened and his scalp became numb.

' asked the Holy Mountain? '

If he remembers correctly, the old immortal in the Holy Mountain is an existence at the top of the Nine Realms, right?

With his cultivation level in the Seventh Realm, how could you ask him?
It's almost like death!

'Why did Zen Master harm me? '

Fa Hai was crying in his heart, and his face was naturally filled with pain.

Attracting a group of 'colleagues' around him who originally wanted to replace him, they all stopped in an instant.

Zen Master Sanzang heard this and quickly comforted him.

"Don't worry, that old guy is a coward... he has been cautious all his life, and he will never dare to touch you."

Considering that someone is from a royal family, some respect should be given.

Zen Master Sanzang swallowed half of his words and tried to speak tactfully.

Fa Hai was also very clever, and he immediately felt relieved and listened quietly to what Zen Master Sanzang would explain next.

After listening to everything, he looked at Zen Master Sanzang who was sitting high on the rosette with a strange expression.

Somehow, from this moment on, he always felt that the endless golden Buddha light around the rosette suddenly became a little darker.

'Is this what is bad under the light? '

Fahai was a little shameless.

But I didn’t dare to say anything.

I could only shake my head helplessly in my heart while bowing to Zen Master Sanzang and taking orders.

"Fahai, obey the law."

Zen Master Tripitaka sees through people’s hearts with his Dharma eyes, and Fahai is no exception.

However, he was not angry, and his smile was still compassionate and sacred.

"Before you leave, I will give you something. Use it as you wish."

It doesn’t say when to use it, only when to use it.

Fa Hai was confused.

At this time, a burst of dazzling golden light had already fallen from the height of the lotus platform.

A group of Arhats in the treasure hall looked intently and then exclaimed in surprise.

Under the eyes, I saw a shed golden cicada shell, vividly appearing in Fahai's palm.

As we all know, before the Zen master entered Taoism, he had a Dharma name called "Golden Chanzi".

Seeing that Zen Master Sanzang had handed over such precious things to Fa Hai, everyone became more and more envious, but no one dared to say anything.

He just watched silently as Fahai strode out of the main hall holding the golden cicada in his hand.

During a period of silence, Zen Master Sanzang looked at the back of Fahai heading north after leaving the hall, and the smile on his face gradually faded away.

Three holy places.

The nose on the top of the golden peak of Daomen was chattering all day long after beheading three corpses.

But after all, there are still traces to follow.

Only the old lunatic from Wuyashan in Confucianism who kept shouting, "God will not give birth to me Dong Zhongni" all day long, he really couldn't see through.

It always feels like he has done everything.

But on the surface, it seems like nothing has been done.

Just like the marriage between his family Zhao and the Liaodong Gongsun family, he didn't see it through at the beginning.

It wasn't until I saw the picture now that I felt a sense of enlightenment.

To be honest, this feeling of being inferior to others in terms of IQ and being suppressed everywhere is really uncomfortable.

Even if Zen Master Tripitaka is only one step away from becoming a Buddha, he still can't help but get angry every time he thinks about it.

Just like this moment, Zen Master Sanzang looked at the so-called holy mountain on the northern grassland, and the corner of his mouth suddenly grinned with a hint of ridicule.

A mere dog that had lost its family in the past dared to fall in front of them in advance and seize the food from the tiger's mouth.

Oh, what!
This time he asked Fahai to go north, obviously to pick peaches and rob them.

He wanted to see if the old guy dared to refuse!
The hostility that filled his heart even vaguely distorted the sacred Buddha light around him.

The Arhats, who vaguely sensed something was wrong, raised their eyes to look at the huge lotus platform, a hint of horror flashed across their expressions.

The changes in expressions throughout the hall finally made Zen Master Sanzang calm down.

With a compassionate smile, Zen Master Tripitaka spoke in harmony.

"What are you looking at this poor monk doing?"

"Continue chanting, then..."

After saying that, the thoughts in his hands moved slightly, just like the distracting thoughts that quietly arose in Master Sanzang's jade-like Zen heart.

'Well - this house full of Arhats is a bit too monotonous...'

'Let's add some female Bodhisattvas later! '

……

When people's hearts are restless, disasters will occur.

In other words, after a lifetime of calamity, people's hearts will change.

The same goes for gods and Buddhas.

Sometimes it is indeed difficult to tell which of the two is the cause and which is the effect.

Or maybe these two are both causes and effects.

Just like this time Han Shao ascended to immortality and beheaded immortals. In fact, this matter has nothing to do with most people in this world.

But it happened that this matter, which was actually of little importance, was reported once.

The world was shocked both publicly and privately.

Let’s not talk about the undercurrents surging in private.

Let’s just talk about Haojing, the holy capital on the surface.

When Li He woke up, before he had time to wash up, he saw Linghu An rushing in furiously.

Li He was shocked, thinking something had happened.

Just when he was about to turn around and go back to the secret room to destroy those confidential documents, he saw Linghu An, who was usually calm and reserved, asked with excitement and ecstasy on his face.

"May I ask, Lord Li, whether the Marquis has achieved immortality recently?"

Li He was stunned when he heard this.

Break through the realm and reach immortality?

When did this happen?

I do not know how?
What made him even more confused was that when he went out on the street, he discovered that everyone in the entire city knew about the Marquis's breakthrough to immortality.

For a time, everyone chanted the name of the champion Hou Jiazi, the first person to ascend to immortality!
What is this called?
Become famous all at once?

……

(End of this chapter)