Journey to the West, one of the fist saints

Chapter 93
Xuanzang sent the old man away, a cold light appeared in his eyes.

One thing he is very sure of is that there is definitely something wrong with the Spiritual Fa Guangneng Bodhisattva here!

"Master, my old pig seems to have heard of this Bodhisattva with a wide range of spiritual methods before. He is a disciple of Dingguang Huanxi Buddha. He has practiced the Huanxi Zen Dharma all over. He played so big this time, that he wants to take a small country into his Buddhist country!"

Zhu Bajie said bitterly from the side.

"How is his cultivation? How can such a person have the status of Bodhisattva?" Xuanzang asked curiously.

Zhu Bajie curled his lips: "These years have passed, that guy probably has the cultivation of a golden immortal, so naturally he can't have the Bodhisattva fruit. The Bodhisattva appearance is a spiritual treasure given to him by his teacher Dingguang Huanxi Buddha. It’s a blinding trick created with a single Purple Origin Bead!”

Sun Wukong scratched his hand, eager to try: "Master, why don't you let me go and capture that fake bodhisattva for you?"

Since Wuzhishan got out of trouble, Sun Wukong cultivated his spirit every night and practiced diligently. His cultivation base has broken through to the golden fairy realm, and his combat power has also been greatly improved.

Now it can be said that he is full of self-confidence, as long as Xuanzang speaks, this monkey dares to poke a hole in the sky!

Xuanzang shook his head, "You are here to keep an eye on the caravan. As a teacher, you have to go to the Moyun Kingdom Palace to confirm some situations!"

After finishing speaking, the figure flashed and disappeared into the RV.

Sun Wukong looked down at the golden cudgel he had already taken out, and sighed, "What use do I need this iron cudgel?"

……

Moyun Kingdom Palace.

There was no light in the deep palace compound, and it looked extremely cold. Almost all the guards, eunuchs, and maids ran away.

There was no one in the huge imperial court, and there was a rancid smell from the imperial dining room. The aquatic plants in the pond were already above the water surface, and carps of various colors were floating on the pond water with their white bellies upside down.

"Clap!"

A disheveled old man in yellow robe was so drunk that when his head fell, his arm knocked over the wine cup on the table.

"Cao Daban, bring me some wine, go quickly... bring me some wine, I want to drink!"

"Huh? Cao Dabaner, could it be that even you have escaped from the palace? Hehehaha, yes, that's great!"

Huhu~~~

Xuanzang appeared next to the old man, patted his back with his hands, and relieved him of the alcohol with magic power.

"Ban Cao, is that you?"

The old man was still drunk, looking at Xuanzang with hazy eyes.

"Ha! It turned out to be a monk. I am the Son of Heaven, and I will not let you succeed! Even if the last trace of the country's fortune is exhausted, I will not be willing to send millions of people from Wumoyun Kingdom to your fake Bodhisattva as rations and playthings!"

The old man said that the heroism in his eyes flashed away, and he waved his palm to hit Xuanzang.

"Amitabha, this benefactor has misunderstood. The poor monk Xuanzang is a monk from the Eastern Tang Dynasty. Today, I heard that there are fake bodhisattvas pretending to be gods and ghosts to oppress good people. I am here to save them!"

As Xuanzang said, turning his body slightly to one side, he avoided the feeble palm of the old man in yellow robe.

The body of the king of Moyun Kingdom has been hollowed out by the alcohol, and he is extremely weak. If he hadn't been in the national fortune formation, he would have died long ago.

The old man in yellow robe couldn't help but straighten his expression when he heard the words, the drunkenness on his face disappeared, and he looked at Xuanzang with burning eyes.

"Master, are you serious?"

Xuanzang smiled lightly, and took out from his bosom the certificate of customs clearance that Li Shimin had stamped with the imperial seal of the Celestial Dynasty.

After receiving it, the old man in yellow robe opened it and was overwhelmed by the celestial demeanor above the great seal. The golden imperial luck almost broke through the great seal and soared into the sky.

"Is it the land of the king in the whole world, and the land of the land is the king's subject!
I am the lord of the Tang Dynasty, with the imperial envoy Xuanzang, my younger brother, to go to the Lingshan Mountain in the West to seek the scriptures, and all the checkpoints we pass will be allowed to pass without being blocked!
If there is any violation, the national war will start, even if it is far away, it will be punished!
Don't say it's unpredictable! "

The yellow-robed old man tremblingly put down the certificate of customs clearance, bowed deeply to Xuanzang, and said with a sad expression: "I beg the holy monk to save me Moyun Kingdom, I am Hongye, the ruler of Moyun Kingdom... I Please!"

"What happened, tell the poor monk carefully!"

The old man in yellow robe was out of breath after standing for a while, saluted, and found a place to sit down, with hatred in his eyes.

"Three years ago, the Bodhisattva with a wide range of spiritual methods came to our country suddenly, trying to lure the people to become his followers, and the concubines and princesses in the harem were also favored by him. Originally, I...I also thought this was a good thing, but my The grandfather and uncle are people who cultivate the truth, a genius in the sky, who has just broken through the realm of the celestial beings, and is about to go to the heavenly court to be among the celestial ranks, but he heard from his colleagues in the sky that the man with the spiritual power is a fake bodhisattva and a real obscene monk. "

"Spiritual Dharma is so powerful that false Bodhisattvas have caused disasters. I don't know how many lives have been harmed. In order to practice Huanxi Zen, countless female cultivators and believers died in Jiuquan. They are notorious in the practice world. It is not an exaggeration to say that they are a demon cultivator, but he is superior. With a mighty master covering him, no one dares to stop him."

"In recent years, his plundering has intensified, and he even set his mind on my Moyun country, trying to move the people of a country into its false illusion. Men become fanatics without nature, and women are attracted by it Qian Yuanyin is practicing Zen..."

"My old patriarch was also the ruler of Moyun Kingdom for a few years when he was young, so he naturally couldn't bear the disaster for the people, so he searched all over the ancient books and found a large formation of national fortune that can resist the robbery of the monstrous monk!"

"However, the price is also very high..."

Speaking of this, the sadness in the old country's eyes became even worse, and tears kept streaming down.

"The conditions for the layout of the formation are that I, the lord, will be the eye of the formation, supplemented by the Zhenguo Yuxi, the underground dragon veins, and... and the lives of the princes and grandchildren... My princes and princesses are all dead. The concubines couldn't bear the fact that the child died, and they hanged themselves from the beam. The moment the national destiny formation was formed, the Bodhisattva of the Spirit Fa Guangneng was furious and beat my old ancestor to death. His soul was scattered and he couldn't even reincarnate... Woooooooooooooooooooooooooo ,It's too awful……"

The old king covered his face with his hands and burst into tears, shrugging his shoulders and sobbing, like a child who didn't grow up.

Relatives lost their lives, people cursed and didn't understand, ghosts threatened...

The emotions that had been pent up in my heart for so long, I couldn't bear it anymore when I vomited them out today, and gave up the dignity and majesty of the lord of a country, and burst into tears.

In his mind, he recalled the scene when his father taught him when he was a child.

"Ye'er, the ruler of a country must be strong. You fell down and shed tears. It's really wrong. You can't lose the majesty of the royal family at any time!"

"Ye'er, as the lord of a country, you must have a city, and you cannot appear cowardly in front of others..."

……

The old Lord Hong Ye looked at the tablet of his ancestors on the high platform with tears in his eyes, and said in a hoarse voice: "I'm sorry Father, Ye'er has lost face again, but I miss you so much and don't want to be the Lord of this country anymore. I'm under a lot of pressure inside. I'm so sorry..."

With trembling fingers, he climbed up to the high platform, took down the nearest tablet, hugged it in his arms and cried bitterly.

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