Museum of Demons

The mountain gate where the Pure Land Buddhism is located is located in a gentle place on the mountainside.

Behind it is a lush famous mountain, overlooking the prosperous city that was gradually developed and established in the plain below the mountain, and between this mountain and that prosperous city, there is a river that winds past, and there is a pavilion outside the temple. From the platform, you can see the scene of the river flowing through the city if you look down.

The captain of the action team is a middle-aged man with his credentials on the table, and the photo is still young.

He is the son of Zhang Family, Zhang Liling, a direct descendant of the Heavenly Master's Mansion, who has been down the mountain and exterminating demons for seventeen years.

Looking at the scenery below, I admired:

"The scenery here is pretty good. I think I want to come over and become a monk after retirement."

The old monk's eyelids drooped, and he said mildly:

"Dharma has no way. If Zhang Shizhu has the intention to leave Longhushan and come here to become a monk, the poor monk is very welcome."

Zhang Liling slapped haha, waved his hand, and said:

"No more."

"If I do this, the old man in my family must be furious. To be honest, his old man is not strong enough, and I am not too scared. I'm just afraid that the heavenly master will be soft in ears and come down the mountain. Master, you can hold him. No, I'll be here if I can hold it."

As he said, his eyes lit up, he patted his thigh, and said:

"Why don't I just talk to the celestial master, and you will help him? Let me tell you, the celestial master has recently played games and stayed up late every day. The ranking is falling down every day, and I can't climb up. I definitely can't fight. Now, your old cultivation is advanced and profound, the Buddha Fa is boundless, there must be no problem."

"Or, I will match you up, you always try to Longhushan?"

Zhang Liling looked sincere.

The old monk fell silent, took a sip of tea awkwardly, and said silently:

"Amitabha."

"The donor is joking, how can the poor monk He De, compare with the heavenly master?"

Zhang Liling didn't continue the topic either, and said with a smile: "The master is not poor, how can he be called a "poor monk"?"

"I saw that the master tea set is a treasure in the official kiln of the Song Dynasty. It is not spread much in the world, let alone put together this set. There are four tea cups, each of which is different. Even if one is missing It’s ruined, this set of tea sets should be less than 800,000 yuan and there should be no more than 800,000 yuan.”

The old monk said lightly: "This tea set is only a gift from the pilgrim, and the poor monk is only using it, and it is no different from an ordinary cup."

"Rough tea and light rice can be tolerated by the poor monks, and the rich and prosperous poor monks can also enjoy them, but everything is empty. Instead, it is the donor."

Zhang Liling was full of admiration, and said: "High, it really is high."

"Then I dropped this cup, the master should just be the spring breeze, right? After all, it's all empty."

He tossed the tea cup casually, and saw the meat jumping on the old monk's cheek.

The quilt was thrown up and down several times, but Zhang Liling was always able to use it steadily. In the end, he smiled and caught the tea cup, no longer toss it, and casually asked: "Master, how many years have you been on this mountain? , Now that the demons are dancing wildly outside, isn't it the time for the Buddhist disciples to drop demons and eliminate demons? When will they wait before going down the mountain?"

The old monk shook his head, and said, "The poor monk is also contributing to this matter."

"Oh? Why didn't I see it?"

The old monk said indifferently: "The little benefactor is to do foreign power, to reduce demons and demons, while the poor monk is to correct the karma. He recites the Amitabha thousands of times every day, prays for blessings and prays for the people of the world, and restrains feet with asceticism to save the dead. , Letting the demon transform into form is boundless merit, and it is the supreme Mahayana."

Zhang Daoling paused, not only mocking, but sincerely saying:

"The master really is... the Dharma is profound."

The monk folded his hands together, and the answer was airtight, saying: "The eight winds can't move, sit firmly on the lotus platform."

"The poor monk hasn't gone down the mountain for fifty years."

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Zhang Liling was not discouraged, he smiled on his face, and still fought with the old monk. He wanted to explore his mouth and find out what happened. When he drank a pot of tea, the old monk finally felt a little tired of coping, an excuse. After releasing his hand, he called his disciple, took out a mirror engraved with countless Buddha patterns and handed it over, saying:

"Go, use this mirror to cast spells, go to Da Leiyin Temple, and report to many patriarchs and Buddhas."

"First get the Taoist priest from Dragon Tiger Mountain down the mountain."

The little monk bowed and said:

"Yes, the disciple leads the abbot's decree."

Then respectfully took the mirror of the Buddha and hurriedly left, and the old monk also settled down, chanted Buddhist scriptures in his heart, said several Amitabha Buddha, and walked calmly into the pavilion. During this time , Zhang Liling also ordered the children who came with him to investigate the situation in this temple.

When the old monk came over, the two knew clearly what the other party had arranged secretly, but they were both gentle and polite, and the atmosphere during the conversation was even more polite.

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The monk who was only sixteen or seventeen hurriedly walked to a side room.

Then he took out the Buddha mirror, tidyed up his clothes, washed his hands and cleaned his face before daring to wipe the Buddha mirror, chanting Amitabha Buddha in his mouth, and saw water ripples on the mirror surface of the Buddha mirror. He had also seen Lingshan Pure Land in the past. Leiyin Temple's gold and stone are the steps, and the white jade is the cleanness and freedom of the ground, so the face is more respectful.

A picture appeared on the mirror.

The monk said: "Given..."

The monk's voice stopped abruptly, his face was dumbfounded, his eyes widened as he watched the scene before him, and he couldn't say what he said.

I saw that the place in the Lingshan Pure Land had long since become a mess, the golden stone steps were knocked to pieces, the lotus floor made of white jade was also smashed up, and the majestic Buddhas and Bodhisattvas were all embarrassed. Seeing Manjusri Maitreya holding his head scurrying around here, the King Kong Arhats begging for mercy, and the white jade snails smashed everywhere, the golden beams and jade pillars fell horizontally, the ceiling was trampled into mud, and the ground spring golden lotus was kicked into powder, no longer It is the pure land of Buddhism Lingshan, but it is like a year of fluent famine in the world.

The big Buddha in the middle had grabbed the collar, holding an iron rod and knocked on his head.

In the middle of this chaos, a white-haired monkey with a hairy face and Lei Gong’s mouth laughed and beat.

The current is violent, almost flooding the pure land of Da Leiyin Temple clean and happy.

The little monk was stunned and murmured subconsciously:

"This... Journey to the West?"

Then he reacted. What he had in his hand was not a tablet, but a magical instrument. What he was looking at was not Journey to the West, but what happened in the Holy Land of Lingshan at this moment. After a moment of daze, his mind buzzed and he was about to turn. Head back to report to the abbot, he did not expect that two young people walked in at the door, all smiles.

"Little master, we are here for the first time and we are not familiar with it."

"Can you help lead the way?"

The monk still has this idle time and he was about to refuse. The two action team members who came to investigate this Pure Land Sect problem have long been coming together. One is under the foot of Qimen Gossip, and the other is from Nanyang Zhuge Sect. Unique footwork, too fast to react, he leaned right beside the monk and said with a smile:

"Little master, what are you looking at?"

"It's pretty."

The monk didn’t have enough means to protect him. The Buddha mirror showed it clearly. The two action team members were still very interested, but when they saw what happened on the mirror, they lost their interest. One of them slapped his lips and said. Regret:

"Oh... It turned out to be Journey to the West."

I thought it was a second-class walking skill.

In addition, the Wumen monk was also a little regretful, but he glanced twice, but he became interested: "Huh? This Journey to the West is a pretty good shot, but it turns the Raid in the Heavenly Palace into a Raid in Lingshan. No, it's flooding the waters. Jinshan’s drama has also been added? It’s kind of interesting."

The Taoist monk sneered and said, "It's another tailor monster."

But when I glanced at it casually, I couldn't let it go. I looked a little fascinated and couldn't help but said: "However, this Journey to the West is really good. Which version, why haven't you seen it before?"

"This special effect, this fighting scene, is just like the real thing."

"Yeah, tusk, this fist is powerful enough."

"Fuck, awesome, headshot directly!"

"Can this thing pass the trial after it is photographed?"

"Maybe it's because it's so realistic, it's not available on the Internet."

The two special operations team members were full of amazement. They are considered to be the better group among the young, and they are all of the kind who specialize in martial arts. This kind of violent aesthetics of fist and fist makes them almost unable to look away. One right sandwiched the little monk in the middle and looked at the new version of Journey to the West without blinking.

So the monk in the middle could only watch his Patriarch and Buddha being cut by the monkey, and his body couldn't stop trembling.

One is nothing but a created **** and Buddha.

The other is the legend of the oldest myth.

The monk was in cold sweat, racking his brains to leave, and said: "Here, the two benefactors, the little monk still has something, something...Yes, the little monk is anxious, the little monk is a little anxious and wants to go to the toilet."

The Taoist monk nodded suddenly and apologized: "Sorry, the two of us didn't see it."

"I'm so sorry."

"Little master, go quickly."

The monk breathed a sigh of relief, and was about to leave.

The Wumen monk grabbed the Buddha mirror and said:

"The two of us are here to look at this paragraph, little master, go and come back quickly."

The smile on the monk's face slowly solidified bit by bit, the martial arts monk pulled back without pulling the Buddha mirror back, and looked at the monk in surprise, and said:

"Little master, don't you go to the toilet?"

The monk was silent for a long time, and said: "Hold it back."

The Wumen monk was stunned, then smiled and patted him on the shoulder, and said:

"I understand, I understand, this kind of wonderful and exciting scene, there is no pee, you have to finish watching it, haha, I didn’t expect that the little master, you are also a fellow, but you are also, you see, in this edition of Journey to the West The Great Sage really played happily, I don't know who Wu Zhi is, it's really awesome."

The martial artist pointed to the screen excitedly and began to explain.

The monk was crying and looked at the white-haired monkey in the picture unbridledly carrying an iron rod, and knocking one by one on the front bald head. The picture was extremely depressive and irritating, and the corners of his mouth twitched.

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Fortunately, this ‘story’ is relatively short.

The two action group monks were still in the mood, and they all told the monk that if they had the resources, they would definitely share it with them. The young monk had already lived like a year long ago, and there was no time to say anything else, holding the Buddha mirror and busy not falling to the pavilion. Run away.

The abbot of the Pure Land Sect looked at him early, and only felt that he was too embarrassed, and so hurried and panicked, didn't he want to be exposed, his eyes were unpleasant, but he still confessed to the smiling Zhang Liling and stood up to meet him. , Pulled to a secluded place, and then scolded:

"What's the matter, so panic, what if you see the problem?!"

"After all~www.NovelMTL.com~ what happened?"

The young monk already had six gods and five fingers. Hearing this, he took out the Buddhist scriptures in a panic, crying in mourning:

"Abbot, it's not good."

"Patron, Patriarch, they were beaten by a monkey with a hairy face and Lei Gong's mouth!"

Abbot of the Pure Land School: "??!"

He raised his hand on the monk's head, and couldn't help cursing:

"The monks don't slander."

"Are you telling me Journey to the West?!"

ps: Update today, three thousand words and four hundred words in one chapter, just like what I said yesterday, ask for a leave, just one update.

By the way, adjust your work and rest, go to bed early, and hope to update it early tomorrow~

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