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Chapter 502: Three Sword Qis Gifted to Xuanzang, Six Paths of Reincarnation to Create a Golden Immortal

Xuanling Mountain.

Unlike other areas, although this place is also close to the border of the Tang Dynasty, it is extremely lively.

As the Taoist temple of Emperor Xuanling, countless people who have requests come here from thousands of miles away and spend many days traveling, just to show their sincerity and pray for a response.

Since the establishment of the Taoist temple in the human world, the Temple of Emperor Xuanling has indeed lived up to the four words "Xuanzhen Lingying".

I don't know how many people have successfully found marriage, health or offspring after coming here. Word of mouth spreads from one to ten, and from ten to a hundred. The belief has spread widely, and some families have passed it down from generation to generation without a doubt.

Therefore, the Great Emperor's Temple is bustling with incense almost every year and the event never stops.

One day, a monk and a monkey came down the mountain.

"Hehe, Master, if it's somewhere else, I may not recognize it. But this Xuanling Mountain is equivalent to half of my home!"

Sun Wukong was proud and complacent, and there was a hint of boasting in his words.

When Tang Sanzang heard this, his fair and serious face was startled, and he said hurriedly: "Wukong, don't talk nonsense. This is the Taoist temple of Emperor Xuanling. What should we do if the emperor blames us?"

Sun Wukong laughed and said, "Master, don't worry. I am really familiar with Emperor Xuanling and we are like brothers. I was pressed under the Five Finger Mountain for five hundred years and he often came to see me and brought me food and drink."

"Really?" Tang Sanzang couldn't help but believe it when he thought that his disciple did have some extraordinary skills.

"Of course! If Master wants to rest, please let me, Old Sun, tell the host here so that he can entertain you."

Tang Sanzang thought for a moment, then shook his head and said, "There is no rush. Let me pay my respects to you first before we talk."

Wukong laughed again: "Master, you are a monk, but this is the shrine of the Great Emperor of Xuanmen Taoism, aren't you afraid of being blamed by the Bodhisattva?"

Tang Sanzang also laughed: "Wukong, you don't know. The Great Emperor Xuanling has the true spirit of the Three Realms, and has the virtue of blessing and reincarnation. I am in Chang'an, and I have heard that many people have been blessed by the Great Emperor. This is the supreme compassion, how can the Bodhisattva blame me? Although I am a monk, I should also pay homage to him."

"Okay, okay! That makes sense!"

Wukong was naturally happy. He turned around and transformed into a little monk. Then he took the initiative to step forward and protect Tang Seng up the mountain.

When the two monks arrived, the people going up and down the mountain did not find it strange. They thought that they must have seen monks quite often in their daily lives.

We arrived at the entrance of the shrine and stored our luggage.

Tang Sanzang looked respectful and pious as he visited each hall.

At the same time, he did not forget to explain to Wukong the origins of the gods in the temple.

Because of his relationship with Hong Chen, Wukong did not feel proud and followed Tang Sanzang in worshipping.

"Wukong, these three are the Three Heavenly Gods of Blessing and Transformation. It is said that they are great innate gods born in ancient times. Now they are under the command of Emperor Xuanling, and are responsible for the duty of blessing and transformation of the three realms. Their merits are immeasurable."

As he said this, Tang Sanzang knelt down respectfully in front of the cushion and kowtowed deeply.

Sun Wukong raised his head, looked at the three statues carefully with bright eyes, then put his hands together and bowed.

I thought to myself: My brother is really capable. He was able to recruit three ancient innate gods as his subordinates. I just don’t know how powerful these three gods, whom I have never heard of before, are. How are they better than me?
A moment later, in Xuanling Hall.

Tang Sanzang performed another great ceremony.

However, Wukong laughed and bowed, and the statue suddenly came to life and smiled at him.

After Tang Sanzang finished his worship and stood up, he and Wukong suddenly came to the imperial palace from the main hall.

The incarnation of Shinto also came out in a red robe and stretched out his hand to support.

"Xuanzang is a guest from afar, how come Monkey didn't even say hello?"

As soon as these words came out, Wukong immediately looked at Tang Sanzang and said, "Hehe, don't blame me, brother. It was my master who insisted on paying homage, and I couldn't persuade him, so I had to obey him."

Tang Sanzang was relieved to see that what Wukong said was true, and he bowed to Hong Chen hurriedly: "I pay my respects to the emperor."

Hong Chen raised his right hand and held up Sanzang.

"Xuanzang, there is no need to be polite. Monkey King and I have known each other since our early years, and we are brothers. As for the seniority of the master, the Buddha is also my senior brother. In your previous life, you were the second disciple of Tathagata, but because you did not listen to the scriptures attentively, you were punished to reincarnate. Although your wisdom has not yet awakened, you can still call me uncle."

Tang Sanzang and Wukong were both stunned.

This was the first time that Tang Sanzang knew his "special identity" and was naturally shocked. However, as a Buddhist monk, the identity of Tathagata's second disciple was beyond his imagination. Even with his strong Buddhist heart, he couldn't help but feel happy.

Wukong then thought of another thing: If Tang Sanzang calls Hong Chen "Uncle Master", and I, Sun, am a fellow disciple of Hong Chen, then shouldn't this little monk also call me "Uncle Master"?
For a while.

Tang Sanzang lowered his head and took a deep breath, then said respectfully, "The Emperor is so kind, I dare not go beyond that."

Wukong became anxious when he heard this.

If you, little monk, don’t call me uncle, how can I, Old Sun, tease you, my nephew, in the future?
But just as he was about to speak, Hong Chen gave him a look: Don't be impatient, watch my show!

Hong Chen swung his long sleeves and pretended to be unhappy: "You little monk, you act like this, are you looking down on me?"

Wukong grinned and almost laughed out loud. Hong Chen looked at him sideways, and he quickly covered his mouth and turned his back.

Tang Sanzang was greatly frightened. He came to Xuanling Mountain to pay homage, which showed his respect for Emperor Xuanling. How could he not be shocked when he heard that the emperor was angry?

"I have absolutely no such intention. I hope the Great Emperor will understand." "Then tell me, what should you call me?"

"This..." Tang Sanzang felt awkward and happy at the same time. He put his hands together and bowed, "I greet my uncle."

Hong Chen immediately turned his anger into joy and said with a smile: "Good, good nephew. I heard that you are going to the Great Leiyin Temple in Lingshan Mountain in the West to seek the Buddhist scriptures, spread them throughout the world, and benefit all living beings. This is a great merit.

But the road to the west is more than ten thousand miles long, and you have no cultivation, and your mortal body is struggling to make the journey. Uncle Master really can't bear it."

Tang Sanzang smiled bitterly, "To be honest, Master, the Emperor of Tang provided a white horse for me, but the horse got frightened and ran away on the road."

Hong Chen nodded, and then counted with his fingers.

"That horse has little luck, so let it run away. I calculated that there is a place called Yingchoujian on your way ahead. In the ravine there is a little white dragon. He is the third prince of the Dragon King of the West Sea. He is serving his sentence there because of a crime. You can go and subdue it, and make it turn into a white horse to carry you westward."

"Ah! My nephew has no cultivation, how can he subdue the white dragon?"

"No hurry. The Dragon King of the West Sea and I are old friends. If you go with my letter, the little white dragon will certainly obey you and will not dare to disobey."

Tang Sanzang was overjoyed. As a mortal monk, he had indeed been very tired recently. It was not just because he was tired, but mainly because his pace was too slow. He didn't know when he would be able to reach Mount Lingshan, see the Buddha, and obtain the true scriptures.

So, he bowed again with joy: "Thank you, Uncle Master!"

It is obvious that this time, the call of "Uncle Master" was much more sincere than before.

Hong Chen didn't take it seriously, and he formed his fingers into swords, wrote in the air, and condensed them into the emperor's decree.

Tang Sanzang took the order with both hands and thanked him again.

Hong Chen thought for a moment, and then said, "You only have Brother Monkey to protect you. If you are tricked into leaving the mountain, you may be in danger. So, I will give you three more sword energies to protect your life."

With a flick of his finger, three blazing white sword lights disappeared into Tang Sanzang's right hand one after another.

Hong Chen grabbed his right hand, rolled up his sleeves, revealing three white shadows on the inside of his wrist.

"If you are in trouble, just put your fingers together to form a sword and chant 'Xuanzhen Lingying, sword slashes demons and evil spirits', and these three sword energies will be activated to help you escape and protect you."

Tang Sanzang couldn't help but think of the vicious tigers and bandits he had encountered before. Looking at these three sword energies, he suddenly felt more secure.

So he thanked him more sincerely.

Afterwards, Hong Chen arranged a vegetarian meal for them and also provided them with a room to rest.

Wukong didn't need to sleep, so he came to Hong Chen to drink in the middle of the night.

"I, Old Sun, went to Chang'an again yesterday, but your original body was not there. I wonder what the situation is?"

The Shinto incarnation smiled and said, "Don't worry, Monkey, he just went into seclusion."

"Retreat again?" Sun Wukong widened his eyes in surprise.

"In the path of cultivation, seclusion is just the norm."

Wukong scratched his head, thinking back to his experience of learning from Bodhi Patriarch, and said, "But I don't think I've ever been in seclusion."

Hong Chen smiled and said, "You were born with a nine-orifice immortal fetus, which can be considered a congenital god. I am just a mortal cultivating immortality, how can I be compared with you?"

"Hehe, brother, why are you so modest? You practiced as a mortal and rose to the position of the emperor of heaven. Although I, Sun, have a good family background, I have been suppressed under the Five Finger Mountain for five hundred years. Now I have to protect a young monk to obtain scriptures. If we must compare, how can I compare to you?"

The two chatted and laughed, and the night passed by.

The next day, before leaving.

Wukong asked again: "When will your true form come out of seclusion? Then I will go find him again."

The Shinto incarnation smiled.

"I've already left the customs."

Hell.

The immortal golden light bloomed from the bottom of the underworld, instantly filling the eighteen levels of hell, the Ten Palaces of Hell, and even penetrated into the sea of ​​blood with unstoppable force.

The brilliant golden light illuminates the Naihe Bridge, penetrates the Yellow Springs River, and covers the Ghost Gate.

The Six Paths of Reincarnation Disk, a supreme treasure on earth, was vibrating due to the pull of the laws of the Great Dao, until a pair of bare feet with beautiful lines and white as jade stepped on it, and then it stabilized again.

Visions of many great laws manifesting arose, and countless ghosts and spirits were stunned on the spot.

And among the numerous strange visions, there is a blood-red immortal sword that stands still.

That immortal sword was filled with murderous aura, rampant violence, bloodshed, and murderous intent, as if it had gathered all the evil, resentment, and other negative energies in the world.

In the underworld, all the corresponding auras seemed to be summoned and gathered together.

The magic sword became increasingly red and brighter.

(End of this chapter)