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Chapter 157: People are born free, so why should we respect ghosts and gods?

The holy monks of Baochan Temple looked up, and the monk on the bottom of the golden bowl had a solemn appearance, and the golden light was stimulating labor. He opened his eyes, his eyes were filled with fear and despair, resentment and hatred, but the next moment he regained his clarity, as if he had gained confidence, and was confident again, with a trace of superior compassion in his eyes.

He put his hands together and silently chanted the Buddha's name, and the golden light became brighter: "Amitabha, the blood demon has appeared and the people are living in misery. I was ordered to go down the mountain to eliminate the demon, but I didn't expect that the blood demon would pollute my diamond body. Now my luck and Dharma body are declining, and hundreds of years of hard work have come to nothing..."

The delicate monk below interrupted him: "Just slowly recover your cultivation, the most urgent task is to kill the demons and monsters first."

He looked into the distance, and the blood-red light was already approaching. The delicate monk clasped his hands together, his face trembling, his expression somewhat dazed and ignorant, and then he became firm again: "You hold the Vajra formation, and have the determination to subdue demons and exorcise monsters..."

Before he finished speaking, a huge shadow suddenly appeared above his head. The monk looked up and felt his scalp tingling. He saw that the golden light in the sky was covered, and a layer of blood-red sea was rolling above his head. The golden light that was rising into the sky was suppressed, but it also made the golden bowl more condensed.

A female figure was floating in the sea of ​​blood, covering her skirt and looking down in panic, she said shyly and angrily: "Sir, these bald asses are peeking under my skirt."

Ji Yang's voice came from the sea of ​​blood: "What a bald donkey, he really has evil intentions. It seems that my son is right to slay demons and monsters."

The monks were silent.

He looked at himself covered in golden light and the magnificent divine power.

Look again at the sea of ​​blood and the evil spirit rising to the sky.

The monks were also a little confused: Who is the demon?
Besides, we were watching openly, so how could it be considered peeping? Monks always do things in an upright manner.

As soon as this thought came to their mind, they shook their heads and got rid of it. They didn't even think about arguing with the demon. The truth in this world is that whoever has the bigger fist is right. If they win, the demon will still be a demon.

They lost, and they became demons anyway.

The delicate monk took a deep breath and said in a trembling voice, "What a demon! You are spreading rumors and confusing right and wrong. You even dare to come to my Baochan Temple to cause trouble. Today, I, Baochan, will enforce justice on behalf of heaven and slay the demon. Heaven and earth will bear witness to what is right and wrong."

Ji Yang's bloody figure appeared: "I think you are the one who is confusing right and wrong. Just tell me whether you have looked under her skirt or not."

Baochan raised his head and his expression froze. Aunt Xue, in a sea of ​​blood, covered her skirt and said, "Look, sir, this bald donkey is still looking at me."

Baochan: “…”

A group of monks bowed their heads, determined not to give this woman any excuse.

As long as we keep ourselves clean and don't cause trouble, these shameless people who want to slander us will have to find new excuses.

The monk at the bottom of the bowl knew that Ji Yang was powerful. He put his hands together and said solemnly, "Color is emptiness, emptiness is color. In my eyes, there is no woman at all."

Aunt Xue: "Tui, I think you have impure senses."

He was about to speak, but he heard Baochan say, "What is your name, fellow Taoist?"

Ji Yang's figure became clear in the sea of ​​blood. He was dressed in white, elegant and decent, giving people a good impression. But with the sea of ​​blood above his head, he looked evil and terrifying, making people's scalps numb.

Ji Yang spoke, his tone as gentle as the warm sun: "Just call me scholar."

Baochan said: "Amitabha, Baochan Temple has never been concerned with worldly affairs and has never quarreled with others. The monks in the temple occasionally go down the mountain to treat people and do many good deeds..."

Ji Yang interrupted him: "Scholars are demons, and demons do whatever they want."

Baochan was silent, feeling that there was no way to end it peacefully, and said bitterly: "Where is the scholar?"

Ji Yang responded: "Destroy one piece of pure land and slaughter one piece of peace."

Baochan stopped talking, and a golden light suddenly burst out from his head. The inverted golden bowl was covered with dense scriptures. The monk at the bottom of the bowl looked angry and resentful, and stretched out his hand to grab it, and the scriptures condensed into a golden demon-subduing pestle.

"Golden body subdues demons."

He roared, his body swayed against the wind, and in the blink of an eye he was a hundred meters tall, with a sea of ​​blood above his head. He opened his hand, grasped the tens-meter-long golden demon-subduing pestle, raised it high, and then smashed it towards Aunt Xue in the sea of ​​blood.

Aunt Xue screamed and was swept away by the sea of ​​blood, falling backwards and avoiding the attack.

Boom! ! !
The golden demon-subduing pestle was inserted into the blood-red ocean. The pestle suddenly expanded, and golden scriptures gushed out from the top. The huge force made the blood sea roll and heat up.

Ji Yang frowned. The blood sea was actually his true body. The burning pain made Ji Yang feel very uncomfortable. Especially when the golden demon-subduing pestle was inserted into it, it was so strange that Ji Yang could not accept it.

The monk's brows were grim and he roared, "Demon, prepare to die."

He held the demon-subduing pestle in both hands, poked it a few times, and then shook his arms violently. The gushing golden scriptures spread out like a dense net, and as the demon-subduing pestle shook, the blood-colored ocean also swirled, forming a blood-colored vortex.

The demon-subduing pestle was inserted into it and shaken, and the blood-colored vortex became bigger and bigger.

Ji Yang was furious: "Bald donkey, how dare you insult me!!!"

Ji Yang has always been the one fucking others, how could he have ever experienced this?
Ji Yang even suspected that this was retribution. He had done too many bad things, and now he had to experience this feeling.

In the past, Ji Yang only felt happy, but now he feels humiliated.

The three-inch blue light between his eyebrows became even rounder. Ji Yang was stunned. Could it be because he experienced the feelings of Aunt Xue and others?

Ji Yang was a little embarrassed. To be honest, he had never asked Aunt Xue, Qin Keqing and others about their feelings. Anyway, he felt that they were very happy. As for whether it was disgusting or not, Ji Yang had never thought about it.

Married brothers can ask their wives at night.

……

Ji Yang felt that his mentality was not right. The world is divided into yin and yang, and people are divided into men and women.

The relationship between c and the person being investigated is naturally defined.

He, Ji Yang, only needs to stand firm in his position and work hard. Why should he understand the feelings of the earth? Ji Yang's heart moved, and the sea of ​​blood above his head turned into a blood-red figure standing upright. The figure raised a huge blood-red palm, and the palm fell from the sky and slapped it down suddenly: "Blood Sea in the Palm!!!"

A blood-red hand covered the sky and descended from the sky, as if there was another sky above his head, and the whole sky became dark. When had the monk ever seen such divine power? His face was immediately filled with fear and despair, and he raised the demon-subduing pestle in his hand in a panic.

"Demon-conquering pestle."

He roared, and the demon-subduing pestle was filled with golden light. Bao Chan and others below were chanting scriptures, and golden words shot up into the sky. The golden demon-subduing pestle was flashing with golden light, and the sharp tip hit the bloody palm desperately.

puff.

The surface was broken a little, and Ji Yang's eyes were slightly dazed. He saw a golden light blooming in the palm of his hand, and then this light expanded and spread along his arm in an instant.

boom.

The golden light broke through the cage and soared into the sky, unable to cover the sea of ​​blood. The bloody figure gradually dissolved and turned into a sea of ​​blood that fell from the sky.

The monk held the demon-subduing pestle in his hand, standing against the wind, laughing majestically. He was full of confidence: "What a demon! My Baochan Temple has been passed down for hundreds of years and has a profound heritage. You don't know your fate and dare to offend me. Today, Baochan Temple's Baoxiang will slay demons and eliminate evil to warn the demons in the world."

Bao Xiang was majestic and confident, and the golden light on his body became brighter and brighter. Even the green vines that had withered just now sprouted new branches, as if welcoming a new life.

Baochan put his hands together and smiled: "After this disaster, my Baochan Temple will welcome another holy monk."

As soon as he finished speaking, the other monks smiled and looked at the precious elephant above their heads with some envy and jealousy.

Bao Xiang felt this change, and his ambitions became higher. He felt an invincible heart gathering and a compassionate heart spreading. With a bang above his head, a golden beam of light shot up into the sky, and the belief in compassion slowly gathered in the sky.

Ji Yang looked at it in surprise, only to find that the ferocious face of the precious elephant had turned kind. Just one glance at it made him feel favorable and he couldn't help but show some respect for it.

Under the Baochan Temple, traces of luck and fortune gathered and blessed Baoxiang.

Ji Yang was silent, then a three-inch green light bloomed between his eyebrows, the sea of ​​blood above his head dissipated, and a blue sky slowly condensed.

He landed on the ground, one hand behind his back, and with the other hand he took out a book and held it in front of him. He was wearing a white shirt and a Confucian robe, and walked forward step by step along the mountain path.

Aunt Xue followed closely, carrying the scabbard without the sword on her back, with a hint of fear on her face.

Young Master, it seems that I cannot win this time.

Ji Yang was like a scholar traveling around the mountains and rivers, walking forward along the pathless forest. When the branches around him met him, they all avoided him.

When the wild animals in the forest saw him, they all made way for him.

There was no road on the mountain, but after Ji Yang walked through it, a small path was formed. However, the path was not obvious and needed to be carefully explored.

Above the Baochan Temple, the precious elephant stood tall, holding the demon-subduing pestle and looking down from above. Seeing Ji Yang walking in the flesh, he looked like a scholar.

He laughed loudly, bent down, and looked at Ji Yang, who was like an ant, with his huge head like a ghost: "Scholar, do you know you are wrong?"

Ji Yang raised his head, like an ant facing a ghost: "What's wrong with the scholar?"

Bao Xiang's voice was like thunder: "You are disrespectful to the holy monk, arrogant and ignorant. Now that you know that I have boundless magical powers, why don't you bow your head and pay homage?"

Ji Yang: "Scholars are born free, and all things are born equal. People kill beasts to survive. Beasts eat people to survive. How can there be a difference between high and low? There is only who is strong and who is weak."

Bao Xiang frowned, too lazy to explain the principle of power, and just scolded: "You are stubborn and recalcitrant, violating the laws of the country, killing innocent people, and acting arbitrarily. If everyone in the world is like you, will there be rules in this world? The scholar does not respect the emperor, does not abide by the laws of the country, and does not respect the holy monk. He speaks sweet words and does not repent. Bao Xiang is blessed by the country's fortune and protected by the people's hearts. Today, he has become a holy monk. He should uphold the laws of the country, protect the court, and get rid of you, a scholar in troubled times..."

After saying this, the Demon-Subduing Pestle suddenly smashed down like a jade pillar supporting the sky.

Ji Yang raised his head and smiled, "Haven't you heard that people's hearts are like iron, and official laws are like furnaces?"

Bao Xiang sneered: "Since you know that the law is like a furnace, how dare you go against the will of heaven? Prepare to die."

The demon-subduing pestle continued to move, as if it wanted to smash Ji Yang and Aunt Xue into pulp.

Aunt Xue's face turned pale, but Ji Yang was not afraid: "You have the blessing of national destiny, and I have the destiny of humanity."

He stretched out his hand and grabbed the empty scabbard, and a sword with a green glow slowly took shape. With the blessing of human luck, Ji Yang's Confucian heart was condensed, and the green sword was pulled out, exuding a majestic aura.

Ji Yang held the sword in his hand and looked up at the sky: "Official law is like a furnace, even molten iron will melt."

"But the people's hearts are like a scale, if it is not balanced, it will tip."

After Ji Yang finished speaking, a green light suddenly burst out from his body. The sky above his head was cloudless and a scorching sun slowly condensed, scorching as fire.

Ji Yang sighed, he thought his journey was complete. But now seeing the miraculous thing of Baoxiang nourishing the vines with the national destiny, Ji Yang had another realization.

He concentrated the spirit of Confucianism and Taoism, and only then could he complete his long journey of spiritual practice.

When traveling thousands of miles, the most important thing is to gain insights. With insights, you will naturally have your own thoughts. The heart of Confucianism represents the cohesion of personal insights and thoughts.

At this moment, Ji Yang felt that his journey was complete.

His Confucian heart trembled, as if he felt the contrast in strength. A kind of blessing came from the unknown, making Ji Yang even stronger.

"The people's hearts are like a scale, if it is not balanced, it will fall." Ji Yang muttered to himself, then raised his head and waved the green sword. In an instant, the sky was filled with green light, and a green figure slowly condensed in the void: "The people's hearts are like a mirror."

Bao Xiang's heart was shaken, and his arm holding the demon-subduing pestle froze in the air. In front of him, a huge green figure condensed. The figure was wearing a Confucian robe, tall and strong, and holding a scroll in his right hand, on which was written the Spring and Autumn Annals.

The green figure suddenly raised his arm and smashed Chunqiu down on Baoxiang's forehead.

(End of this chapter)