In the Chenghuang Temple, a down-and-out scholar was telling stories about myths and legends to a group of children.
However, he said that the Jiuhua Emperor descended on the clouds and said that the monster was his gatekeeper beast that had sneaked into the lower world. He also asked a few nobles to bring him back to the cave to strictly discipline the scholar. You know what happens next, and let’s listen to the explanation next time.
The children were disappointed. One of them asked ignorantly: Sir, is it true that monsters from the gods and bodhisattvas eat people? Only if they are strictly disciplined can other monsters be killed.
The scholar was stunned, not knowing how to answer. After telling stories for so many years, this was the first time he tasted it from this perspective. This seemed to be a perfect refinement.
Children are innocent and less tainted by worldly things, but they can see problems that adults take for granted.
Just as he was about to explain, he suddenly heard the loud sound of water and the huge movement of the embankment collapsing.
The great river rolled and flowed eastward, passing through the mountains and ridges, and running through the thousands of miles of plains. It continued from the Middle Ages to the confrontation between the Jin Dynasty and the Northern Zhou Dynasty. It can be said that the terrain has not changed much.
The secrets obtained by the Zhenwu Sect are hidden in Jiang Xinyuan. The specific location is unknown. Based on the clues left by the Zhenwu Emperor and the rumors that the founder of the Zhenwu Sect has been inherited, Meng Qi narrowed the scope to a stretch of water three thousand miles long and reached it through the teleportation array. After that, he slowly flew high in the sky, observing the subtle changes in the air of heaven and earth, and combined with the methods left by Emperor Zhenwu, trying to find clues to the entrance from the rules.
After searching for a while, Meng Qi suddenly found that the embankment in front of him was washed away by the river water. White waves smashed the water gate and poured into a city, sweeping away many people. The prosperous world was turned into a water town. Tragedies of family destruction and death were everywhere. His father lost his life. A son, a wife lost her husband, a son lost his mother, and the atmosphere of grief and despair condensed into a dark cloud.
A series of escaping lights stood in the air. The exterior scenes here are rescuing people, withdrawing water, or repairing the city's forbidden laws, each of which moves the world and shows extraordinary power.
Wow
The water surged, and a woman struggled in the turbid flood water, holding a wooden basin with both hands. In the basin was a crying baby under one year old.
The flood became more and more violent, with waves coming one after another. The woman gradually became unable to support herself and her body became heavier. I felt chills, and I was about to drag the tub down and let it overturn.
Gritting her teeth, the woman pushed the wooden basin away with all her strength. Her longing eyes were swallowed up by the flood. There was only one thought in her mind, hoping that the strong men on the high-altitude exterior scene would rescue her child as soon as possible.
Such tragic events occurred in many places flooded by floods. Although there were many powerful people in the exterior scenes, their control range was wide. Many victims could be rescued at one time, but due to the lack of objects that could hold people, there was a disconnect between rescue and resettlement, and it was difficult to take care of all the people at the same time.
After discovering that tragic things happened one after another, a man in a wide robe and long sleeves took a deep breath, showed his back earth Dharma appearance, and clenched his fists. Summoning all the strength, he volleyed down suddenly.
boom
The fist absorbed Wuji's energy, became bigger and bigger, and hit the embankment hard, cutting off part of the surging flood.
The earth squirms and rises rapidly. Not only were the collapsed parts repaired, but they were also climbed in an attempt to block the flow of water.
No, why are there floods in this season? Meng Qi muttered in his heart, took a step forward, and appeared high in the city from thousands of miles away.
At this moment, the flood surged. The waves parted, and a monster dozens of feet long emerged. It had a body like a snake, four legs, and a small horn on its head. It looked like a dragon.
The dragon's mouth opened, and the water surged into the air, turning into a whirlpool, trying to swallow up the exterior scene of the wide robe and large sleeves alive.
It turned out that a big demon was causing trouble. Meng Qi suddenly realized. He waved his left hand and opened his cuffs. The sky and the earth suddenly became dark. The victims of the flood flew up one after another and threw their sleeves into their robes. All areas submerged by the flood were left out. That dragon.
When he saw the power of Qiankun in his sleeves, Jiaolong knew something was wrong. He twisted his body and tried to dive into the depths of the river.
Meng Qi had a five-color fairy sword in his right hand and slashed it down gently.
boom
The dragon just entered the water, but it felt as if he had hit an iron plate. His head felt dizzy, and then he felt the void surrounding him layer by layer, like a cage and shackles, weighing him down so that he could not breathe. He used all his strength and used many magical powers. Can't break free either.
Great Immortal, Great Immortal, spare your life. The dragon rolled his eyes and suddenly made a gesture of begging for mercy.
Meng Qi looked at the mess in the city below and felt that many lives had been lost. He said with a calm face: When they prayed for life, you didn't seem to listen.
Jiaolong heard that Meng Qi had strong murderous intentions, and knew that begging for mercy was useless. He snorted coldly and said: I am the mount of the great wise saint monk of Hanchan Temple. I sneaked out of the temple while he was in seclusion, and I accidentally caused this mistake. I want to punish myself. Hanchan Temple's law enforcement monk has come forward, so there is no need for you to overstep his authority. Could it be that you want to offend Hanchan Temple
The Great Wisdom Holy Monk is a disciple of Maitreya Buddha and one of the four great holy monks in the real world. If you want to kill me, you have to consider the consequences.
He quietly crushed a collar.
Meng Qipi smiled and said: Maitreya Buddha is the Buddha who saves the world and is compassionate. How can he support you, a monster who harms the world
Seeing that Meng Qi's will was unshakable, Jiaolong shuddered in his heart and hurriedly said: Maitreya Buddha doesn't care, but the Great Wisdom Saint Monk will. Last time I sneaked into the world of mortals, and my blood and food were wasted, he also took me back and punished me. Facing the wall and thinking about you for hundreds of years, you, what do you want to do
Meng Qi was too lazy to listen anymore and planned to take action.
At this moment, the clear light of the glass in the void flashed, and a white lotus flower stood out, bloomed slowly, and turned into a lotus platform. On top of it sat a young novice monk with red lips and white teeth but a strong aura.
As soon as the young novice appeared, he shouted loudly: Donor, please show mercy.
Seeing the little novice monk, Jiaolong felt like he was seeing a relative, and pretended to cry bitterly: Brother Haijing, please save me, he wants to kill me.
The little novice monk Haijing had a serious expression on his face, pointed at Zeguo below and said: Look at the good things you have done, and how many sins you have carried on your body. It will be hard to make amends this time. The poor monk will not be able to let you go first.
He turned to look at Meng Qi, sighed and said: This benefactor, it is the mount of the great wise monk of Hanchan Temple. It was a demon king who brought trouble to one side before. Its wild nature is difficult to tame, so it makes mistakes again and again. Hey, it's also Hanchan. The temple's discipline was lax and the poor monk was guilty of serious crimes, so he was allowed to sneak out of the temple. Please hand him over to a poor monk, take him back to the temple, and discipline him strictly so that he will not dare to do evil again.
Just strictly disciplining the people here was in vain. The flood receded, and Meng Qi pointed at the mess below with an expressionless face.
The young novice monk Hai Jing said to Amitabha Buddha: The deceased has passed away, but it is still a living creature. How can the donor harm a life for revenge
I, Hanchan Temple, will hold a land and water ceremony here. Save those who died in vain and let them enter the Pure Land early. And it will also use its useful body to do good deeds and make up for its sins. This is not as good as killing it directly.
Even Jiaolong nodded frequently, and Senior Brother Haijing was indeed sharp-tongued.
Meng Qi pondered for a moment and asked: Is this not the first time it has sneaked out of the temple
Yes, it is my Hanchan Temple's fault, and I will definitely discipline you strictly in the future. Haijing said calmly, repeating what he meant before.
Meng Qi suddenly showed a smile:
Again and again, you Hanchan Temple can’t teach well, so someone will teach for you.
The words just fell. Li Xianjian shook his right hand, and the void cage around the dragon suddenly shrank.
He only had time to shout out to save the dragon before he was crushed into a puddle of flesh by layers of void. The residual obsession echoed with disbelief and horror.
He actually didn't give Hanchan Temple any face
If you don’t give Hanchan Temple face, you don’t give face to the great wise monk. If you don’t give the great wise monk face, you don’t give the Maitreya Buddha face.
Haijing's shot was half a beat too slow. Unable to stop it in time, ripples appeared in his heart, and anger appeared in his eyes: You, you are so cruel, and you have no compassion at all.
It has become dead, so I recite the salvation scriptures several times. Wouldn't it be possible to make up for it by doing more good deeds and displaying the same compassion? Meng Qi said with a half-smile, and responded with Haijing's previous words.
You, you, Haijing, can't form words for a moment.
Meng Qi continued: Could it be that the young master wanted to punish someone? How could he avenge a living life for the dead
Haijing calmed down his expression, chanted the Buddha's name in a low voice and said: The donor is too murderous. If you like to fight violence with violence, why not go back to Hanchan Temple with the poor monk and face the wall for ten years to dispel this hostility
The little master is in trouble. Meng Qi shook his head and smiled. He saw the flood receding, his sleeves and robes opened, and silhouettes flew out one after another and landed lightly in the city. You see, saving one life is better than building a seven-level pagoda. I don’t know how many pagodas are there to protect and dispel the hostility. , no need to face the wall
Haijing said in a deep voice: Strong words and unreasonable words.
Meng Qi said softly: "I have seen Arhats, Bodhisattvas, and even great Bodhisattvas and Buddhas. I don't know how much higher they are than you. They have never said anything similar to you." Please go back and ask the wise saint monk for advice.
After saying that, Meng Qi stepped on the somersault cloud and flashed out of the city, continuing his search for Jiang Xinyuan. Seeing that he easily subdued the dragon, Haijing knew that he was not strong enough to compete with him. His face changed for a while, and he left angrily. .
After several days of searching and observing the changes in the qi of heaven and earth, Meng Qi finally found the location of Jiang Xinyuan. He used the secret method left by Emperor Zhenwu to go deep into the bottom of the river and opened the entrance.
Meng Qi was not greedy, so as not to seriously damage the historical process. He looked at the source of Jiang Xinyuan where the mysterious water flows, and left a secret causal connection at the entrance. Once someone enters, he will be able to sense it immediately and be able to come from the air.
After exiting Jiang Xinyuan, Meng Qi flew out of the river. Suddenly, his heart moved and he took a step back.
One step makes a thousand miles.
Seven monks appeared in front of them. The leader was Haijing. The other six monks had complexions hidden in colored glaze. They were either Arhats or Bodhisattvas.
The saintly monk Dazhi asked the benefactor to return to Hanchan Temple for a talk. Haijing said loudly.
Each of the six Bodhisattvas and Arhats opened their right hands and held a fragment of a golden talisman in their palms. Each fragment had a word written in Sanskrit:
Om Mani Padme Hum
The Six-Character Mantra Meng Qi's heart trembled, and he suddenly felt that things were not as simple as they appeared.
At the entrance of Chunyangzi's mausoleum, three rays of escaping light fell. The Overlord's body was high and he was leading the way, followed closely by Gurdo Su Daji.
With a slash of the knife, the entrance opened by itself. The Overlord was about to move forward when he suddenly paused, because there was an old man with gray hair sitting cross-legged in front of the Broken Dragon Stone in the mausoleum. He did not have the aura of one man to guard against all others, but he was so focused. Piety makes one's heart palpitate.
Yes, the Overlord whispered, and a smile appeared on Guldo's face. . If you like this work, you are welcome to support it, it is my biggest motivation.
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