Journey to the West, one of the fist saints

Chapter 157 Xiaoleiyin Temple
Everyone walked on the road for several days, and it was three spring days, when the things were prosperous and the spring returned to the earth.Everywhere you look is green grass and green radishes, and willows spit out new shoots.The master and apprentice were sitting in the caravan, enjoying the beautiful scenery of spring, when they were walking, they suddenly saw a high mountain, which was connected to the sky from a distance.

From a distance, the green hills seem to be at the same level as the sky. The mountains are full of emerald colors, and the high waterfalls are flying down, just like the Milky Way hanging upside down.

Zhu Bajie walked up the stairs to the roof of the caravan. Looking at the rolling green hills, he couldn't help but feel proud. From the corner of his eye, he saw Xiong Likui also climbed onto the roof. He paused for a moment, and then began to recite poems.

"I see how charming Qingshan is~"

"It is expected that Qingshan will see me like this!"

After Zhu Bajie finished reciting, he squinted his eyes and turned his head to see Xiong Likui's reaction, as if he wanted to see his admiration.

After Xiong Likui heard this verse, his expression was extremely narrowed, he turned his head away, pretending that he didn't know this guy.

He slandered in his heart: "If there is a spirit in Qingshan, he will definitely come out and slap this guy! You are shameless, and you don't look in the mirror to see what you look like..."

Walking forward is a rugged mountain road, everyone got out of the RV and walked forward.

As we approached the green hill, the vitality of spring unreservedly unfolded in front of everyone. The spring breeze in the forest blows the leaves, the icy water murmurs in the stream, the small red flowers bloom everywhere, and the green radish is waiting to be carried.

The yellow deer is holding the grass, the ape is holding the birthday peach, the fox is jumping back and forth on the rocky cliff, and the roar of the tiger on the top of the mountain scares these animals to run away in a hurry.

The sound of running water, the sound of birdsong, the fragrance of flowers, trees and grass, plus the warmth of the sunshine in March spring, everything seems quiet and serene, as if you have come to a fairyland.

Everyone went straight up the mountain and walked across the top of the ridge. Suddenly, they saw auspicious clouds floating in front of them, colorful mist wrapped around them, and the faint and melodious sound of bells and chimes came from the mist.

The master and apprentice moved forward again, and the clouds cleared and the fog cleared, revealing a temple with pavilions, terraces and pavilions, with Zhulanyuhu, carved beams and painted buildings, shining brightly.The sound of chanting can be heard from within the courtyard wall, but when you listen carefully, you can't hear what the group of monks are chanting, it's just gagging and mocking, which reminds Xuanzang of the morning reading before class in high school.

After walking through a gravel path, all the people came to the main entrance of the temple. Looking up, the plaque was engraved with four lacquered gold characters of "Little Leiyin Temple".

At this moment, a bell rang from inside the temple. Two shirtless arhats stood at the mountain gate, holding vajra pestles in their hands, and there was a faint light behind them. When they saw Xuanzang, they said solemnly: "This person is here to learn Buddhist scriptures." Master Xuanzang of the Tang Dynasty?"

Xuanzang took a quick look and knew that the two arhats were fakes, they were transformed by rat spirits, but he didn't want to expose them now, so he nodded.

"It's the disciple!"

"Tang Seng, you came from the east to pay homage to my Buddha, why are you still so negligent? You should kneel three times and kowtow nine times before you can enter!" The arhat wanted to be unforgiving, and wanted the legendary Buddhist scriptures from the east to salute him.

The corner of Xuanzang's mouth showed a sarcasm, and he sang a Buddha's name: "Amitabha, the gift of a poor monk is unacceptable to ordinary people!"

"I can bear it! I can bear it! Naturally, this Arhat can bear it!" One of the Arhats said with a big laugh, and the depth of his eyes faintly revealed the gleam of success.

"Okay, since that's the case, you wait for the two of you, and you will be worshiped by the poor monk!"

Xuanzang walked up to the two 'Arhats', slowly closed his palms together, and was about to bow down.

But the two arhats felt an earth-shattering loud noise coming from their ears, a huge pressure suddenly appeared on their bodies, the demon core in their bodies made a "cracking" sound, and their bones and joints were also neighing, as if to remind them I can't stand this prayer.

"Don't beg..."

Before he finished speaking, Xuanzang's two palms just touched, and the two people in front of him turned into two balls of fly ash with a "bang", which was blown by the mountain wind and flew into the air, scattered in all directions.

"Amitabha, the poor monk said that you can't stand the poor monk's worship. Before the half of the ceremony is over, you two are gone. What a pity!" Xuanzang sighed, and then stepped into the mountain gate.

Sun Wukong shook his head, these two mouse spirits want to accept the worship of the saint, I am afraid they are crazy!
The monsters in this temple are so bold that they pretend to be Buddha here under the name of 'Leiyin Temple'.

As soon as I entered the double gate, I saw the Tathagata Hall.

Under the treasure platform outside the gate of the hall, there are five hundred arhats, three thousand Jiedi, four Vajras, eight bodhisattvas, bhikkhunis, upasakas, countless holy monks and Taoists.

Sitting cross-legged on the lotus platform at the highest point in the hall, there is a big golden Buddha with neither sad nor happy face, and there are circles of golden wheels of merit and virtue behind his head.

Xuanzang stepped into the hall directly with a few disciples, and walked straight to the bottom of the Buddha without paying any attention to etiquette.

In the main hall, the Buddha is six feet tall and 18 meters high, looking down at Xuanzang and others with scrutiny in his eyes.

A Jingshen Bodhisattva next to him said: "Bold Tang Monk, why don't you kneel down and pay homage when you see my Buddha Tathagata?"

"Buddhist scriptures say that all living beings are equal, and everyone is a Buddha, so why should the poor monk pay homage to others?" Xuanzang clasped his hands together and said calmly.

"Heretics!"

The face of the golden Buddha distorted, although it was the appearance of the Tathagata, it looked extremely evil, and he stretched out his hand to grab it, and the huge golden Buddha palm was photographed from above.

Before the Buddha's palm arrived, a terrifying pressure subsided.

"The palm technique that fell from the sky?" Xuanzang asked with his head tilted.

The golden Buddha was stunned, "What kind of palm?"

"Myriad Buddhas Chaozong! Don't you know it?" Xuanzang then asked.

The giant golden Buddha's eyes widened, and he said angrily, "What a Tang monk, you are talking nonsense, how dare you tease me!"

The huge golden Buddha's palm waved down without hesitation.

"Boom!"

All the bodhisattvas and arhats in the hall only felt that their ears were deaf, their eyes went dark, and they felt that the Tang monk had turned into a flesh paste?
When they opened their eyes, they saw a scene that made their hair stand on end.

The huge golden Buddha lost a palm, and the huge golden body seemed to be leaking, and blood gushed out from the severed palm.

The hall was stained with thick blood.

"hiss……"

It was the sound of gasping for air.

"Ah! Monkey King, how dare you treat me like this, you really want to die!" The giant Buddha on the lotus platform looked like a King Kong with angry eyes, and blamed Monkey King for what happened just now.

After all, the person who learns the scriptures is just a mortal, how could he, the great demon king, be harmed?
With a wave of his hand, a huge golden cymbal, with a "ding dong", held Monkey King inside.

"Hehehe, you actually hurt me so far, after three days, you stinky monkey will definitely turn into a puddle of pus!"

The Yellow-browed Demon King took the image of the golden Buddha and turned it into his true form. Then he laughed and walked towards Xuanzang, but he saw that he had a puffy head, and a thin golden hoop was tied on his forehead. Under the golden hoop were two Yellow eyebrows, bulbous nose, exposed canine teeth.Wearing a buttoned chain armor with a yellow ribbon around his waist, he holds a steel-toothed mace in his hand.

"Brother, this demon king is so stupid, such a powerful magic weapon is not used on Master!" Zhu Bajie whispered to Xiong Likui from behind, with a strange expression on his face.

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