After destroying my heels, you still want to travel to the west to learn from me?

Chapter 133 133. Try Zen mind?Tang Sanzang drugged him!
"You will understand later."

The Jade Emperor said calmly, without any intention of explaining.

The luck in heaven is not his, and many of it must be attributed to saints, especially Yuanshi Tianzun who explains the religion. That guy is a master who will not suffer losses.

Now that luck has not returned to its proper place, the person who should be most anxious is not the Jade Emperor, but that old bull-nosed Yuanshi Tianzun!
However, there was no movement from the Yuqing Holy Realm. It seems that these high-ranking saints are not having a good time these days.

If all the saints were gone, it would be the greatest good thing for the Jade Emperor.Compared to this, what is some luck?
Of course, having said that, procedural accountability still needs to be carried out.

Immediately, a decree was issued, asking Emperor Zhenwu to go to Lingshan.

However, just such a decree made the entire Buddhist sect unable to sit still.

"What's going on? The destiny of heaven has also been lost? But this..."

The calmness on Tathagata Buddha's face was finally broken.

His luck in Buddhism was stolen by Chan Jiao, and now he also has no luck in heaven?

The fate of heaven is influenced by Chanjiao, so it can’t be Chanjiao’s fault, right?
For a moment, Tathagata Buddha felt that there was an invisible big hand in the dark controlling everything.

"The purpose of the Great Heavenly Lord's Dharma is naturally true."

Emperor Zhenwu was a little confused when he saw Tathagata Buddha's reaction.

Looking at this bald donkey’s appearance, it doesn’t count as acting, so it’s really not Buddhism’s fault that heaven’s luck was stolen?
"World Honored One, I'm afraid that as soon as the journey to the West resumes, problems may arise again."

Maitreya Buddha opened his eyes, and his small mung bean eyes shone with wisdom.

"Oh? What advice does the future Buddha have?"

Tathagata Buddha asked quickly.

This matter has shaken the interests of the entire Buddhist sect, and now is not the time for them to fight among themselves.

"I'm afraid that the last time my Buddhist luck was stolen had nothing to do with teaching, but was stolen by other forces."

"If you want to know where your luck has gone, it's better for us to go into the disaster ourselves."

Maitreya Buddha said calmly.

"Please also ask Maitreya to elaborate."

The lamp-burning ancient Buddha on one side became interested.

"Avalokitesvara Samantabhadra has fallen, and there is a vacancy in the Four Saints' Zen test. Why don't I go there myself?"

Maitreya Buddha said this, but he was eyeing the fate of this disaster.

There was no one behind the scenes, so he actually didn't have much confidence.

But with the fall of Guanyin Samantabhadra, Manjusri running away, and the Wudang Holy Mother temporarily disappearing... This disaster has become a vacant job.

Maitreya Buddha, who is committed to improving his strength in order to one day catch up with Tathagata Buddha, will not let such a great opportunity go in vain.

"There have been problems with luck in one calamity after another, and even Lingji Bodhisattva has died inexplicably. It really takes a quasi-sage himself to go through the calamity to know the reason."

"Please also ask Emperor Zhenwu to return to Heaven first. When I find out the real culprit, I will definitely not let him go free... huh?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Tathagata Buddha's expression changed.

"Shh!"

I saw a stream of light slowly emerging from the void. If I looked carefully, I saw that it was a relic with dim Buddha light and full of cracks.

"Oh!"

"World Honored One...disciples are no match...six-eared macaque..."

The next moment, the relic exploded, and a familiar intermittent voice came from it.

The sound dispersed, and all the Buddhas, Bodhisattvas and Arhats looked at each other in confusion.

"Farewell."

Emperor Zhenwu's eyes narrowed slightly, he tore open the void and left directly. "Something happened to the golden Arhat! So the six-eared macaque is out of control?"

"So who is that monkey traveling west to seek Buddhist scriptures now?"

"Who replaced the golden Arhat? Or is the soul of the six-eared macaque not dead?"

There was a lot of discussion in Daleiyin Temple, and even the Bodhisattvas with the strength of Daluojin Fairyland couldn't help but feel a sense of horror in their hearts.

"Maitreya Buddha, the ancient Buddha of Ran Deng, you will be responsible for the catastrophe of the Four Saints testing their Zen hearts."

"Don't try to alert the snake, find out who the six-eared macaque is at this time. Also, find out the mouse hidden behind the scenes."

There was no emotion or anger on Tathagata Buddha's face, but his voice suddenly turned cold.

Ever since the monkey smashed Wuzhi Mountain, nothing I have done has gone smoothly!
If the journey to the West had not been continued, and it also affected whether I could realize Hunyuan in the future, I would have given up my career long ago!

"Abide by the decree of the World Honored One!"

The Deng Deng Ancient Buddha and the Maitreya Buddha looked at each other, and then left the Lingshan Mountain in an instant. After a while, they each took a Bodhisattva to arrange disasters on the journey to the west.

……

But he said that the Buddhist scripture-seeking team on the other side had traveled through green mountains and green waters, and could not see all the weeds and flowers.Time flies really fast, and it’s the autumn season.

The maple leaves are full of red, and the yellow flowers are resistant to the evening wind.The old cicada groaned and became lazy, and the crickets thought endlessly.

The lotus broke the green fan, and the orange fragrant gold bombs.Poor few geese, emptied a little far away.

"Hey, it's strange, senior brother, look at this, there are still people in this deep mountain and old forest."

The black bear spirit walked in front carrying a black tassel gun to clear the way, and suddenly pointed ahead and shouted loudly.

Except for hunters, there is no place for farming in the deep mountains and old forests. How can ordinary people survive?
When the master and disciples heard this, they stepped forward one after another and looked up. Sure enough, they saw several houses in the bamboo forest in front of them.

"He? He's not a human being. Master, he's coming with bad intentions. You have to make plans in advance."

Sun Wukong's face became serious.

The main body is still in retreat, and now is a critical period, so it is impossible to come across the void.

In this fierce battle right now, we have no choice but to rely on Tang Sanzang.

"It doesn't matter, the poor monk is well aware of this calamity."

Tang Sanzang's face was very calm. When he was still a disciple of Tathagata Buddha, he had already made plans for his journey to the west, and he also had some understanding of the people he would accept on the road.

To be honest, at the time, he was wondering why there was no disaster that he was in charge of, but now he has come to his senses.

Damn it, this Tathagata is just planning to turn himself into a mortal cow and horse!
"I wonder if master has any clever plan?"

Sun Wukong asked quickly.

"In addition to knowing some Mahayana Buddhism, this poor monk also has some skills in refining medicine."

"On the way, some of the sacred and Buddha's Great Desire Smoke, which was refined from the original source, can make those who are no stronger than a poor monk fall into confusion and infatuation."

"The two false Buddhas in front of us are both late-stage quasi-sages. Wouldn't it be wonderful if we gave them some medicine and then saved them to be reborn in bliss?"

Tang Sanzang had a faint smile on his face, but what he said made Sun Wukong shudder.

"Ah...Master, why are you refining this medicine when you have nothing to do?"

Sun Wukong protected his back with his tail and calmly took a few steps away from Tang Sanzang.

"Wukong, don't think wildly. This is a pill inheritance that the poor monk received back then."

Tang Sanzang's face darkened slightly.

Do you really think it’s unusual to be able to deal with something that is a quasi-sage?Even if the poor monk became enlightened in the prehistoric period, he still only has this one recipe in his hand that can influence the quasi-sage.

Didn't you have a prepared mentality after refining it before?Wouldn’t it come in handy now?

(End of this chapter)