Become a legend in Hong Kong

Mount Wutai is a majestic peak in the mountains of Sichuan, and the temple is built halfway up the mountain.

It is a pure place of Buddhism, far away from the world of mortals. There are many monks, some who practice Buddhism and some who practice Buddhism.

In the first twenty years, those who practice Buddhism will have profound magical power. In the next twenty years, those who practice Buddhism will have great supernatural powers. The various reasons are simple and clear, and it is all up to the monks' own choice.

In the final analysis, it lies in the word "quiet".

But in the past few days, people in Wutai Mountain have been a little restless, mainly because of the smell of meat coming from the Sutra Pavilion from time to time, which made the monk very hungry.

Not only that, Master Zunsheng, the abbot, has also been acting strangely recently, strictly prohibiting his disciples from approaching the Sutra Pavilion. When mortals asked again, he scolded him with a straight face, saying that it was not the taste of greed, but the taste of Zen.

"Monks don't tell lies, how can the abbot tell lies with his mouth open? Junior brother, you grew up in the mountains and don't know what the smell is. I am different. I worshiped at the mountain gate when I was ten years old and knew that it was the smell of meat. There is someone eating pickled elbows in the Sutra Pavilion."

"What is sauce elbow?"

"Hiss Liu~~"

"Senior brother, don't just swallow your saliva. Is the sauce elbow delicious?"

"It's not a question of whether it tastes good or not, it's the kind of...forget it, Buddha says you can't tell, senior brother can't harm you."

"I understand, it must taste great."

"Junior brother realized it on his own, but I didn't say anything."

"Come to think of it, who broke the precepts in the Sutra Pavilion? The abbot has been mysterious lately. Could it be him..."

"Junior brother, be careful. If the abbot hears it, neither you nor I will get a good harvest."

"Alas, the abbot has so much food to eat, but you and I can't even eat the good fruit. This Buddha is really unmotivated in his cultivation."

"That's not true. Just being vegetarian can make you energetic!"

"..."

The monks were talking secretly. Zun Sheng heard it and was anxious in his heart, but he had no choice but to pick a few and throw them into the solitary room.

Paper couldn't contain the fire, so he secretly brought meat and fish into the mountains, knowing that sooner or later he would be exposed. What's more, the paper has never been wrapped in fire. For fear that the fire would not be strong enough, a layer of meat oil was touched on the paper before burning.

Every time the demon from outside the territory opens the doors and windows to eat meat, there is no wind outlet and a forced air outlet is built. The strong wind blows the aroma of the meat far away, so that every time it is meal time, there are many people who spontaneously sweep the floor near the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion. Monk.

Even if you can’t eat it, it’s good to smell it.

"It's all the fault of the poor monk that Mount Wutai is going to be destroyed. The poor monk committed a heinous crime."

At noon, Zun Sheng quickly walked back and forth up and down the mountain, holding a roast chicken wrapped in oil paper in his sleeve and pushing open the door of the Buddhist Scripture Pavilion.

On the second floor, there are bookshelves scattered all over the place. The classic secret books that were originally neatly arranged are now being read everywhere. Liao Wenjie sat beside the desk and quickly flipped through a book of martial arts techniques.

"It turns out that the master is here. What do you want to eat this time? What new tricks did you give me?" Liao Wenjie didn't even raise his head, waved his hand to sweep open a row of windows on the wall.

Zun Sheng's eyes twitched, and he silently took out the roast chicken from his sleeve robe and placed it on the table.

Then I saw that the ancient Buddhist scriptures that I had specially placed in a conspicuous place were not moving. Instead, the secrets of the exercises had been read over and over. I couldn't bear it, so I persuaded him nicely: "Sir, all the exercises come from Buddhist scriptures. People like you are The unwise behavior of buying a casket for a pearl is really a matter of discarding the fundamentals and pursuing the inferior."

"It makes sense, but everyone has different pursuits. What you said is of no use to me."

Liao Wenjie quickly flipped through a secret book, held his hand horizontally in the air, and made a series of palm shadows: "You may not believe it, but I have heard the secrets of the Buddhist scriptures several times. Master Guanyin personally told me about the ten days and ten nights of Buddhism. I have been exposed to too many things, and if I continue to study them in depth, I will become a Buddha."

Zun Sheng ignored it and just thought Liao Wenjie was bragging. He closed all the windows and pretended not to know: "It's strange. There is such a strong gust of evil wind, but we can't disturb the purity of Buddhism."

"Master, don't play riddles here, and don't struggle. If you can close the window, I can tear down the wall. I am an extraterrestrial demon, and I have no bottom line in what I do."

Liao Wenjie waved his hand and swept open a row of windows again. While eating roast chicken, he flipped through the martial arts classics with greasy hands and said irritating words: "The wind blows and the flag moves. It's not the wind that moves or the flag that moves." , can’t guard their hearts, not because the taste is greedy, but because their own hearts are confused, what do you think, master?”

Zun Sheng: "..."

I think if I can't defeat you, how can I allow you to talk nonsense here?

"Master, I've said it before, you've been planted with inner demons by me, and you can't hide your thoughts from me. So next time you say something bad, don't hide it. It's so stingy. It's better to say it directly."

With that said, Liao Wenjie hooked his hand towards Zun Sheng: "Don't be stunned. You should know that when I reach my realm, eating and drinking no longer matter to me. I bought this roast chicken to share with you."

"..."

"Eat it, didn't you chew on yesterday's sauce elbow and your mouth will be full of oil?"

"No, poor monk. His face was full of tears."

Zun Sheng immediately blushed. He was threatened by the devil to break the precepts in order to guard the mountain gate. He was conflicted in his heart. His merits are immeasurable, so it should not be considered as breaking the precepts...

should!

"Yes, yes, tears of disappointment flowed from the corners of my mouth..."

Liao Wenjie chuckled, suddenly thought of something, and said dissatisfiedly: "I've been living in Mount Wutai for three days. Where are the beauties we promised, why don't you go down the mountain and grab some for me?"

That's too much! !

Zun Sheng waved his sleeves angrily: "I'm sorry for Zun Sheng's incompetence, but if you mention this matter again, I will crash to death..."

"After you die, I will strip off your clothes, throw the body into Yihongyuan, and announce to the outside world that the abbot of Mount Wutai died in the wind, making this ancient temple infamous overnight."

"..."

"Why are you still standing there in a daze? The devil is as tall as the Taoist. You can't beat me. Come on, I'll give you this chicken ass!"

"..."

Zun Sheng looked up to the sky and sighed loudly and said the Buddha's name: "This poor monk is incompetent, and he will break the precepts again today."

"It's just that you are obsessed with it. As long as you think that if you don't eat it, others will eat it. If you eat this chicken and you can transcend it, then there will be no psychological burden."

Liao Wenjie was talking about the fallacy of subduing the dragon, but Zun Sheng couldn't listen to a word. He suppressed the chill in his heart and swallowed the fishy food in one gulp.

"Does it smell good?"

"The stench is overwhelming."

"Hey, your words make the chicken die worthless. You are not a good monk."

…

Here, the two of them were eating chicken on the second floor of the Sutra Pavilion. Over there, a few uninvited novice monks were sweeping the fallen leaves outside the Sutra Pavilion with brooms.

No, the fallen leaves have been swept away, they are cleaning up the floating dust.

Seeing this, Zun Sheng cried out again and again. The dust on his face was swept away, and the dust in his heart was covered with a thick layer. He really didn't know what to say.

At this moment, a monk quickly came to the Sutra Pavilion and was about to break in. Thinking of Zun Sheng's prohibition, he had to stop: "Abbott, Emeishan has sent a letter, which was personally written by the leader, Taoist Master Baimei. Written by.”

"I see."

Zun Sheng secretly said that what was supposed to come would eventually come. He pointed a golden light and summoned a letter from the direction of the Main Hall. He spread it out in front of him and read it word by word.

Snapped!

Liao Wenjie raised his hand to push Zun Sheng away, and was about to raise his hand to get the letter. He thought that his hands were greasy from roast chicken and it would be rude to read people's letters, so he grabbed Zun Sheng's sleeve and wiped it back and forth several times.

After a while, he read the letter and threw it to Zun Sheng.

The latter didn't say anything, and didn't dare to say anything. He picked up the letter and read it. In fact, Zun Sheng was secretly happy that he could keep the devil in the Sutra Pavilion.

"Old Monster Youquan has been making frequent moves recently, and he seems to be planning to attack Mount Emei in advance. This time the demonic path is rampant and the righteous path has been suppressed. My heart aches. Master, do you have any good ideas?" Liao Wenjie said worriedly.

"..."

Zun Sheng was speechless and kept cursing at himself. What evil had he done that made the Buddha send such a demon to torture him?

Could it be that he is the reincarnation of the ninth evil man?

"Master, the letter contains a lot of nonsense. Who is the old monster from Youquan?"

"Youquan is a giant in the devil's way. He is sinister and vicious, and has done countless evil things." Zun Sheng explained.

"Really or not, can he be worse than me?"

"Big, it's probably possible."

Zun Sheng wiped the sweat from his bald head and secretly said that he is indeed a devil, the angle of competition and comparison is so alien.

Then, Zun Sheng talked about the achievements of the Youquan Blood Demon. Originally, there was no such thing as good or evil among Shu cultivators. With more people, different stances, and more grudges, there was naturally a distinction between good and evil.

All practitioners must pay attention to complying with the destiny of heaven, doing good deeds and accumulating virtue, and cultivating their minds and deeds in order to pursue the path of immortality.

Over time, a group of heterogeneous monks felt that serious practice was too oppressive. They went against the will of heaven and took others' luck and luck, and were complacent about entering the devil's path.

Among them, there is the old monster Youquan.

Thousands of years before the old monster Youquan became famous, he was surrounded and suppressed by the right way several times. He destroyed Huashan five hundred years ago and Kunlun two hundred years ago. He used evil means to enslave the souls of monks and strengthened himself step by step. Now he has single-handedly challenged Emei. Strength.

"It's amazing!"

Liao Wenjie nodded repeatedly when he heard this and said in dissatisfaction: "No, I, Yan Chixia, pride myself on being no weaker than others in doing evil throughout my life. I will never be compared to Youquan. Today I will exterminate the entire Wutai Mountain family to prove the immortal power of the demon from outside the territory."

"..."

"Of course, it's not impossible to discuss. Master, if you go to the Emei Sect to grab a few appearance symbols, and send top-notch female disciples to the Cangjing Pavilion, you can allow me to endure Youquan for a while."

Liao Wenjie said with a serious face: "Don't worry, I'm just sleeping. I won't use them as a furnace. If you get tired of them, send them back. It won't stain your reputation of Mount Wutai."

"Your Excellency, you are joking. If this is the case, it would not be a pity if Wutai Mountain was destroyed." Zun Sheng turned around and left. His mentality collapsed and he looked away unexpectedly.

Usually before leaving the Sutra Pavilion, he would deliberately wipe off the smell of meat on his body, but today he didn't even bother to cover it up. Even if a few monks sweeping the floor cast resentful glances at him, he glared back angrily.

Yes, I eat alone and I eat very deliciously, but I am the abbot, what can you do to me?

Not convinced?

Hold it in!

Liao Wenjie looked at the departing figure and gave a thumbs up. It was him as expected. He had trained an eminent monk so quickly. With such great achievements, it would be unreasonable not to give him a golden lotus when he meets the Buddha next time.

Also, the Buddhist side sent a distinguished monk, and the Taoist side cannot favor one over the other.

Liao Wenjie looked in the direction of the Golden Summit of Emei. He would move to Mount Emei after he finished looking through the Buddhist Scripture Pavilion in Mount Wutai. He heard that the female monks in this world were careless in choosing their Taoist partners and looked down upon having sex.

He doesn't believe it unless the other party proves it with actual actions. If the facts prove that he is indeed wrong, he is willing to bow his head and apologize.

Zun Sheng left the Sutra Pavilion, ordered people to ring the golden bell, summoned the monks from Mount Wutai, and wrote sutras blessed by Buddhism all over the mountain.

In terms of hard power, he knew that he was no match for Baimei, and Mount Wutai was far inferior to Mount Emei. The old monster of Youquan has reappeared after dormant for two hundred years, and his goal is to take Mount Emei. He will definitely not bluff. Faced with such a powerful enemy, Wutai Mountain must be prepared to avoid regrets when the disaster is imminent.

As for the extraterrestrial demons who live in the Sutra Pavilion, Zun Sheng has no choice. He can join forces with other righteous ways to fight the catastrophe of the old monster Youquan, but he has no countermeasures for the internal demon tribulation. He silently prays to the Buddha to show mercy and don't let the two demons. The headache occurred on the same day.

…

That night, the black wind stirred up the waves, causing waves in the sea of ​​clouds in Shu. A black mist came from the north and manifested into a skull as big as a mountain range.

People with intensive care disorders should use caution.

This mountain-sized skull is made up of densely packed skulls. Each one has been engraved with demonic magic by the old monster Youquan and refined into a magical weapon that is like an incarnation outside the body.

Although it is not of the highest grade, quantitative changes lead to qualitative changes. When countless skulls are pieced together, the black wind that stirs up is enough to shake the world.

Mount Emei, thousands of miles of sky, filled with sword energy.

The leader, Baimei Zhenren, appointed his first disciple Dan Chenzi as the vanguard to stop the old monster from Youquan from committing another murderous crime, and also enlisted the help of Xuantian Zong, the only remaining disciple of Kunlun.

Dan Chenzi has the magic weapon 'Tianlong Slash', while Xuan Tianzong holds the Kunlun sect's mountain-holding magic weapon 'Sun and Moon Golden Wheel'. Both of them are good at attacking and defending, and have strong magic power.

Then they were taken care of by Youquan.

Although Dan Chenzi and Xuantian Sect did not repel the old monster of Youquan, they blocked it for a moment. Bai Mei summoned his disciples and led the two swords of Tianlei, the Seven Sons of Yunzhong and three hundred disciples with advanced cultivation to conquer the demons.

The battle between good and evil is tonight.

When the Emei Golden Summit people left their houses empty and there were only a few gatekeepers, Liao Wenjie stepped out and appeared on Mount Emei where the golden light never burns out day and night.

He walked a few steps quickly and slapped the disciple on patrol in front of him on the shoulder: "Junior brother, I have been practicing in seclusion for many days. I just heard the news. When I opened my eyes, everyone was gone. But what happened?"

"It's something big. Grandmaster is taking everyone there...wait, who are you?"

"It's me. Junior brother, why don't you even remember me?"

Liao Wenjie looked unhappy and said angrily: "Last time I said a few nice words for you in front of the Patriarch, but in the end you don't even remember who I am. You really piss me off."

"Ah this..."

The disciple blinked, slapped his head, and said honestly: "Look at my memory, it turns out it was my senior brother who was in front of me. No wonder, I've been training my brain stupidly recently."

"Well, I can see that you are indeed a bit stupid."

After saying that, Liao Wenjie's eyes widened and a red light flashed: "Junior brother, where are all the good things in Emei? If it's not troublesome, please show me the way."

"That's right. No trouble. Senior brother, please come here."

I watched the drama and read the series. In the previous chapter, the Emei sect was written as the Shushan sect, which has been revised. As for white eyebrows or long eyebrows, because it is an original non-fiction book, I chose white eyebrows based on the names of the characters in the movie "The Legend of Shushan".