The Love of the Green Snake in the Other Side Pavilion

Chapter 42 Dangerous Dormant
Jikong supported the pillar beside him to stand up, half of his body bound by the strange rope was numb, because Jikong forced himself to stand up, he never liked to show weakness to anyone, after doing all this, he also Losing strength, he could only lean on the pillar to relieve the numbness in his body quietly.

Taking advantage of this, he looked at the palace. The luxurious and exquisite decoration of the palace is rare in his life, and it can be said that there is nothing in this gorgeous palace, except for one thing - the cabinets. There are countless large and small cabinets, some high and some They are short, wide and narrow, some are exquisitely carved with complicated patterns, and some are built with several wooden boards.

There are more bottles on the cabinet like a galaxy, big and small, of different materials, some are carved from jade, some are carved from metal, some are carved from peach wood, some are made of stone, and there is the most common gourd.

Without looking at the palace, this is simply a low-level grocery store.

"Understood?" A cold female voice sounded from behind Ji Kong.

Jikong looked, a beautiful woman appeared out of thin air at the gate of the palace, her crimson clothes were like blood, with a bit of chill, that was the aura that only people who walked out of the Shura battlefield would have, no matter how it was covered up, it couldn't be covered up.

Jikong shook his head: "I can't see it."

The woman said leisurely: "If you could see it, you wouldn't come here."

Jikong said calmly: "Maybe."

A sneer appeared on the corner of the woman's lips, and she said coldly, "It's not maybe, but definitely."

Jikong was silent, and asked knowingly: "Then this is the Weiming Palace."

"Here is the Palace of Unknown."

"It is rumored that you can get whatever you want here."

The woman laughed, the sky and the earth paled, the sun and the moon dimmed, she said: "Indeed, the premise is that you have to pay the price, maybe the price is only a strand of your hair, maybe your soul, so you are willing?"

Jikong nodded.

The smile on the corner of the woman's mouth grew stronger, and she offered her price: "Your emotions and desires."

"Okay." Jikong agreed decisively.

The woman raised her eyebrows, she was extremely coquettish, she said: "You have to know, if you don't have the emotions and desires, you will no longer love that deep-rooted person you love."

"unimportant."

Jikong didn't lie, he only told a lie once in his memory, and this time he didn't intend to tell a second lie, so what he said was true, it didn't really matter, whether he likes him or not, it doesn't matter It's okay to love again.

Seeing that he had made up his mind, the woman didn't persuade him, she took a jade bottle casually, put one hand on his shoulder, exerted a little force with her hand, and there were various colors flowing, no more, no less, exactly thirteen colors.

After snapping her fingers four times, the woman took her hand away, stuffed the radiant thing in her hand into a glass bottle, placed it on the wooden cabinet, and said lazily: "The one you want is the ninth one in the seventh row of the 36 cabinet. Find it yourself."

After all, it disappeared out of thin air like this.

Jikong stared at the short black hair on the ground for a moment, his hair fell off in an instant when the woman put his emotions and desires into the bottle.

I really don't like it anymore, Ji Kong only feels that everything is easy to understand and natural.

So, he searched for the ninth one in the seventh row of the 36 cabinets in the palace. It was not difficult to find at all, and it only took one breath, and Jikong was already outside the Weiming Palace after one breath.

The woman reappeared in the hall at this time, with exactly the same posture as before disappearing, there is no difference, maybe she never left, just disappeared.

She sighed, as if talking to herself and as if someone was next to her, she said: "Jun, I'm at a loss, it's a pity that such a beautiful soul was exchanged for the incomplete seven emotions and six desires."

As soon as the words fell, a man stepped out of the void, with three thousand black hair held by a single white jade hairpin, and the jade pen in his hand was dripping with ink. He had innumerable pressure just by standing there. He said: " Well, I know."

"Actually, I really like that little girl, but it's a pity that the fun is gone." The woman continued.

The man showed no expression, he just stretched out his hand and stroked the woman's hair, half doting and half melancholy said: "After I finish this matter, I will accompany you to see the big world in the north in a few days."

The woman smiled and said, "Okay, sir."

The man didn't answer, and disappeared into the void with great sense of loss.

The woman flicked her sleeves and disappeared into the palace without a trace.

The strange girl came out from a corner of the hall, took off her belt, and lightly wiped the cabinet and the bottles on the cabinet. They looked shiny, and after wiping, rearranged the position of the bottles. Facing the back corner, finally disappeared.

The original calm was restored in the Palace of Unknown.

It took another day and night for Jikong to rush back to the place where Xu Qingqing was suppressed after leaving Weiming Palace.

Wuming was still there, and Wuming, who was dressed in indigo brocade blacksmith uniform, turned his back to him and said, "It's done?"

"It's done."

Wuming turned around in surprise: "Really?"

She knew that Ji Kong never lied, but she was afraid that she had heard wrong when she was excited.

Jikong was not angry, he no longer had emotions and desires, even if he had, he would not break the Buddhist admonition for such a trivial matter, he took out the bottle and handed it to Wuming.

Wuming played with it again and again, and asked, "What is this?"

"I don't know."

"How to use it, don't tell me you don't know."

"The poor monk really doesn't know."

Wuming just saw that Jikong became bald, and wanted to have a fit for a while but couldn't, so he had to play with the jade bottle in his hand to think of a way.

Jikong took a good look at the valley from the side, and felt that there was no difference between the things in the valley and before he left. In the center of the flat ground was a huge bronze altar. There was a light blue enchantment on the altar. The beads continuously emit blue light, ten black black irons surround the altar, chains on the black irons surround the altar layer by layer, and the huge green snake is docilely coiled on the altar, the snake spit out letters from time to time, hissing ring.

He suddenly said: "The poor monk will take a step first."

When he said the first word, he was still beside Wuming, but when he said the last word, he had reached the valley mouth.

He put his hands behind his back, the robe with wide sleeves fluttered in the wind, the blue clothes gradually faded into plain monk robes, and he gradually drifted away.

Wuming turned her head and saw only a figure from her back, she said loudly, "What are you doing?"

Ji Kong's voice came from afar: "It has nothing to do with you."

Wuming could see that Jikong had Xu Qingqing in his heart, how could he be so indifferent all of a sudden, she couldn't figure it out, if she couldn't figure it out, she didn't want to think about it for now, the bottle she was playing in her hand was caught by someone who didn't know where it came from. Shan Ying snatched it away, and she shouted at a loss: "Bottle."

Before Jikong heard the sound, he had already arrived at the altar. Before he could think about it, he made a formula in his hand and punched the mountain eagles holding the bottle one by one. The mountain eagles and the bottles all fell on the altar. The enchantment is like a fake, let it fall in.

The green snake in the enchantment swallowed the bottle curiously, and the body of the snake glowed bright red after snapping its fingers. The green snake seemed to feel unbearable pain, twisting and bumping into the enchantment again and again, and the At this moment, the Kuwu Pearl lost its effectiveness, and cracks appeared in the barrier.

Jikong stretched out his hand, but was blocked by the barrier.

Wuming was standing beside him, and she was also blocked by the barrier without exception, her face became more and more gloomy.

Ji Kong looked indifferently at the struggling green snake in the barrier, reached out his hand, and took out a wooden fish and a wooden mallet with an old-fashioned color from the void. Beating the wooden fish, muttering Buddhist scriptures in his mouth.

"May this merit be used to adorn the pure Buddhaland. Reward the four kinds of kindness, and relieve the sufferings of the three paths. Those who see and hear, arouse the bodhicitta, and use up this karma body to sit together in the Land of Ultimate Bliss.

"Self-interest is wisdom, and altruism is compassion. Bodhisattvas use their wisdom and compassion to see all living beings in the Dharma Realm, and follow their opportunities to get rid of suffering and happiness. They are free and unobstructed."

……

Sentences of Buddhist gatha were spit out from Jikong's mouth, and the Sanskrit singing became louder and louder. Everyone in the demon world could hear it, and even the deaf could hear it, because the Sanskrit singing was constantly echoing in the bottom of my heart.

The demon world has cities like the human world, and there are many cities, so when the Sanskrit singing starts, the plague street is empty like the human world.

Not for anything else, just for the prestige of Buddhist Sanskrit singing and Taoist mantras in the three worlds of demons and ghosts.

In a certain mansion in the capital city of the demon world, a group of people wearing iron armor practiced non-stop, but their voices could not be heard at all. When the Sanskrit singing began, they panicked, and some of them overflowed with a trace of fairy spirit under the excitement. The gentle man in the lead frowned After the drinking stopped, he cursed inwardly: those bald donkeys must be crazy, isn't this just to startle the snake.At the moment, I have no choice but to report it layer by layer.

Wuming, who was closest to Jikong, was even paler, not daring to move a single centimeter.

One stick of incense after another, three hours passed, and she was surprised to find that the bottleneck that she had never been able to break through in her practice gradually appeared fine lines as she heard the Sanskrit singing. After the two bodies merged into one, she saw that the green snake was much quieter, so she did not hesitate to sit cross-legged in the mudra.

After a long time, more or less demons in the demon world discovered this, and they were all the same as Wuming. They seized the time to break through the bottleneck of practice. For a while, the city of the demon world became a deserted city, quiet, without even a sound.

Not necessarily, no matter where there are people who don’t like to practice Taoism or who don’t like to hide from the world, but those who don’t like to practice Taoism naturally have something to love, and it doesn’t matter whether it’s quiet or not; , must be able to bear the silence.

The deserted city is really a deserted city, and there is nothing fake about it.In a valley very close to Jikong, a young demon with white clothes and white hair and white eyebrows wiped off the snow that had fallen on the chessboard, and couldn't let go of the sunspots in his hands.

The man in black, with black hair and black eyebrows, looked at the green grass outside the barrier, and his hand holding the white piece just stopped above the chessboard.

White against black, black against white, it's interesting, but people in the game don't think there is anything, and outsiders will never intrude here, so they just feel happy.

The young demon general in white clothes, white hair and white eyebrows lightly dropped the sunspot in his hand somewhere on the chessboard, and said: "I have forgotten that when I first received the guide and approved the establishment of Buddhism, I hope that there is no distinction between relatives and relatives, and the world is big." Consummation."

The black-clothed, black-haired and black-browed man looked away, casually put down Bai Zi, and said, "They are well-intentioned, poor disciples may not have the same heart with them."

(End of this chapter)