Chapter 303 [Shaolin Temple Abbot Zhending Divine Monk]
The system of the universe is extremely susceptible to interference from heaven and earth and the influence of major trends. This is both a disadvantage and an advantage.
If you play in a disadvantageous situation, you will be suppressed by heaven and earth, without any possibility of a comeback. If the general trend wants you to die, you have to die.
But if you play a favorable game, you will be so excited that your upgrade speed will be among the top three in the endless multiverse.
Emperor Huang Tian was promoted to the Supreme Being of Humanity 200 years ago. He could be said to have unparalleled talent. He was born to practice Taoism and came to respond to calamities. This was the first year in history that the curse of not having a Supreme Being who lived to be 500 years old was broken.
However, in a certain universe, Yuanshi Tianzun, a mighty Vajra, can ascend to the other side of the realm in 200 years!
The 200-year-old Human Emperor is called the protagonist, and the 200-year-old Immortal Emperor is directly revealing his cards and it is okay for him to cheat.
Using one's body as a seed and attributing great power to oneself, this kind of rigor is not something that a cultivator in the universe can imagine.
The speed at which the universe opens up in the same lifetime is enough to make the monk Zhatian cry to death.
In the vast universe of one lifetime, one has an extremely profound grasp of space, matter, and time. As long as one has understood the Tao, there is no need to accumulate energy or hone one's skills over time; the multiverse will automatically help you attain enlightenment.
This is the unique legendary system of the Great Universe, which gathers all the heavens, myriad worlds, and my power in the parallel universe.
Lin Xian enlightened him and me, the second best person, Tianxuan Emperor, him and me, Han Guang, him and me... I can clearly sense my own strength, which is improving every minute and every second.
The most important thing is that as long as his or my world exists, Lin Xian can come down without the help of the power of the Lord of the Six Paths of Reincarnation.
[Qingyuan Exploration of Ananda Pure Land side quest has been completed]
[All tasks completed, whether to return to the six reincarnation space]
After fighting with Gu Xiaosang for a long time, Meng Qi finally heard the cold voice of the Lord of the Six Paths of Reincarnation.
"Behind the stone gate is Ananda's Pure Land?"
"Senior Brother Qingyuan has his own special mission, no wonder he didn't come with us."
The group was suddenly in a trance, and then chose to return to escape from Gu Xiaosang's attack.
After the usual treatment, summary, and exchange, Meng Qi looked around and muttered, "Brother Qingyuan didn't come back with us?"
"Brother Qingyuan, your strength is much higher than ours." Qi Zhengyan analyzed seriously: "Perhaps he was treated differently by the Lord of the Six Paths of Reincarnation, so he may have left early, or there may be follow-up tasks?"
"I can also go to Chunyang Sect to find Senior Brother Qingyuan in real life." Jiang Zhiwei held her cheek and thought, "We will meet sooner or later."
Everyone nodded, and Meng Qi agreed, but he sighed in his heart. He was still a menial monk, of low status, and could not leave the Shaolin Temple. He could not travel around the world like everyone else.
After darkness and light, we returned to the real world.
Meng Qi was sitting cross-legged in the meditation room, trying to comprehend the sword technique that Ananda had acquired from the back mountain of Shaolin Temple, when suddenly a voice echoed in his ears.
"Junior Brother Zhending, Junior Brother Zhenhui, Master Wusi invites you to Bodhi Temple." Someone outside the door called out, "Master Uncle said that you have made great contributions and he wants to reward you."
"Great achievement? When have I accomplished any great achievement?" Meng Qi was stunned for a moment, and then he realized that it was because he had previously discovered someone trying to sneak into the stone door in the stone wall in the back mountain of Shaolin Temple, and he reported it.
I didn't expect there would be a reward for reporting. It seems that Shaolin Temple is still very fair.
Meng Qi thought happily and was preparing to embrace a bright future. But the moment he stepped out of the room, an idea suddenly flashed in his mind and his smile froze.
Wait... the stone gate behind the Shaolin Temple? !
He had just discovered a secret passage in the back mountain of the Shaolin Temple on Lianhua Mountain, and the next thing he knew he had entered the world of reincarnation, which was exactly the same Shaolin Temple on Shaohua Mountain, with the same secret passage. He also learned Ananda's sword technique to break the precepts from the stone door of the secret passage.
Is all this just a coincidence?
Inside the Bodhi Temple, three monks were arguing over Meng Qi’s reward.
Xuan Bei wanted to accept Meng Qi as his disciple, but was rejected by the senior monks of Bodhi Temple. They thought that Zhen Ding was too scheming. Although he had seen injustice and helped others, he was ultimately fighting violence with violence, which was not in line with the true meaning of Buddhism.
"Master Xuanbei, why don't you slow down a bit and let Zhending hone his skills in the Martial Monk Academy for a while to smooth out his temper as much as possible?"
Wu Si, the first disciple of Kong Wen and the head monk of Bodhi Temple, chanted a Buddhist name, shook his head and said, "Although Zhen Ding has made great contributions and can be rewarded with seventy-two unique skills, he should not be accepted as a true disciple."
Xuan Bei insisted on his own opinion, not only because Meng Qi had made great contributions, but also because he was Meng Qi's uncle in this life.
"Donor Han Guang is indeed an outstanding demon. He pretends to be an old monk and causes trouble, subtly inducing people to fall."
"In just a few decades, Shaolin Temple has fallen to this level."
Suddenly, a sigh was heard, and the divine monk Kongwen, Mr. Lu, Taoist Chonghe, and Lin Xian appeared in the Bodhi Temple together.
"Master?"
"Ancestor!"
Everyone in the Bodhi Temple was stunned, discussing the future of a small menial monk, and how he came to attract the abbot, and to be accompanied by two great Dharma masters.
Why is Abbot Kongwen holding the Ananda sword? Who is he going to fight?
Or, without their knowledge, the righteous Dharmakaya and the evil demons have already fought a battle!
"No thoughts, no fantasies, no purity..."
The monk Kongwen looked at his disciples and sighed, "You were originally upright, but now you are almost pedantic and have strayed from your true nature."
"The magician Han Guang has been lurking in Shaolin for decades and has led you all astray."
"It is certainly not a good thing for Zhending to fight violence with violence, but you are so harsh on a junior disciple. Where is your mercy?"
"Selecting true disciples is not like interrogating criminals or demon disciples. Buddhist disciples should not demand that good people become saints."
The monks in the Bodhi Temple were stunned, and then their expressions changed drastically.
They were influenced by the magician Han Guang and their original intentions shifted, so why didn't they have the slightest doubt? !
If the previous empty news was false, then how can we guarantee that the current empty news is true?
At this time, the roles of Taoist Chonghe and Mr. Lu were reflected. They could impersonate one Dharma body, but no one could impersonate three Dharma bodies.
After all, the three demonic bodies joining forces are enough to destroy the Shaolin Temple, so there is no need to lie.
"There are demons everywhere in Shaolin Temple. It's my fault."
After finally accepting this fact, before the monks could calm down, Abbot Kongwen raised his eyelids as if he had discovered something. In order to verify his identity, he raised the Ananda Sword and slashed at the most inconspicuous and easily overlooked menial work yard in the Shaolin Temple.
In an instant, a fat monk with a protruding belly let out a scream and transformed into a demon. He was actually Bai Ze, whose whole body was covered with white hair and had two wings on his back!
"Xuanxin?!" The monks in Bodhi Temple were stunned when they saw this scene. There really was a demon in Shaolin Temple. Xuanxin was actually a transformed white demon.
He sneaked into Shaolin Temple, could it be that he wanted to rescue the Bai Ze Demon King who was suppressed by the sixth generation abbot Yuan Kong Patriarch? !
Meng Qi, who was rushing to Bodhi Temple, seemed to have sensed something. He turned back suddenly and saw this scene. His eyes were suddenly dulled. Xuan Xin, who was telling them stories in the servants' courtyard, turned out to be a monster.
"Uncle Xuanxin is so amazing." Zhenhui, who was beside Meng Qi, said blankly, "The stories he told earlier can't all be true."
"What if it's true? What if it's false?"
After a long time, the dust in the Bodhi Courtyard settled, and a long voice was heard. Lin Xian pushed open the Zen door and bowed to Zhenhui: "When the false is made true, the true becomes false. When there is nothing, there is nothing. Taoist Qingyuan greets the divine monk Zhenhui."
"Zhenhui greets the True Lord Qingyuan." Zhenhui quickly returned the greeting, then said honestly, "I am just a little novice monk, not a divine monk."
"Then I am not a True Lord either." Lin Xian said meaningfully, looking at the little monk who was transformed from a wisp of Erlang Shen's consciousness. He was about to say something but was interrupted by a voice.
"Brother Qingyuan!" Meng Qi was stunned and almost lost his voice, "Why are you here?"
Lin Xian disappeared from the stone gate of Shaolin Temple in Shaohua Mountain, but appeared in the Shaolin Temple in the main world. This is too weird.
"Good, good, Qingyuan donor came to save me."
The divine monk Kongwen came out with the other monks of the Wu Zi generation. He looked at Meng Qi and told him what happened. He smiled and said, “Donor Qingyuan rescued me from the mountain behind Shaolin Temple and joined forces with Mr. Lu and Immortal Chonghe to break the Dharma body of the evil master Han Guang, preventing him from causing trouble again.”
"All this is thanks to you discovering the secret passage in the back mountain. Zhending, you have made the greatest contribution!" At this moment, Meng Qi felt like he was in a dream. He just wanted to shout "Fuck it" and say, "This is also possible!"
In the real world, the great monk Kongwen was imprisoned, and he went to the Shaolin Temple in the reincarnation world to rescue him. The two different worlds resonated at this moment.
What kind of power is this? Could it be that the mountain behind Shaolin Temple is the passage between the two worlds?
Just when Meng Qi was confused, Abbot Kong Wen put his hands together and asked kindly, "Zhen Ding, what reward do you want?"
Since ancient times, the greatest merit is to save the emperor. Although Meng Qi did not contribute much effort to rescue Abbot Kongwen, he was a part of it.
As long as it is reasonable and within one's ability, Abbot Kongwen is now a wish-making machine.
Meng Qi's eyes were burning with passion, and he said with great determination: "I want to learn Shaolin magic skills and become a righteous hero!"
It was a very simple wish. The monks in Bodhi Temple had an expression of "as expected" and then asked Meng Qi what he wanted to learn.
Just when Meng Qi was about to shout that he wanted to learn the "Tathagata Palm", the Ananda Sword in Abbot Kongwen's hand seemed to sense the aura of his sword skills, and it suddenly flew out and circled around Meng Qi.
None of the monks in Shaolin Temple had expected this scene, and they could not help but look at each other in surprise.
Abbot Kongwen looked at Ananda's sword thoughtfully, put his hands together and said, "Zhending, you are indeed predestined to be with my Buddha. Are you willing to become my disciple and learn Ananda's sword technique? If you have a successful Dharma body in the future, you can take over Ananda's sword!"
All kinds of gazes were cast over, expressing doubt, shock, scrutiny, excitement...all kinds of expressions.
The great monk Kongwen accepted a disciple, which was a rare event in many years.
If Meng Qi agreed, his status would rise dramatically.
"The Ananda Sword is the Shaolin Temple's sacred weapon." Seeing this, Lin Xian joked, "Holding the Ananda Sword is equivalent to holding Shaolin Temple. I would like to congratulate the future Shaolin abbot, the divine monk Zhending."
The abbot of Shaolin Temple, the divine monk from Zhending? !
Meng Qi imagined himself wearing a bright red cassock, holding a Zen staff, and looking dignified. He shuddered and quickly refused, "Abbot! How can a menial monk like me hold the Ananda sword? I am not being modest."
"You should seek help from someone else. I am just a junior monk of the Zhen generation. The next abbot of Shaolin Temple should be a senior monk of the Wu generation."
He is about to return to secular life, how can he be a divine monk?
"Ancestor, the generations are messed up." Xuan Bei took the opportunity to step forward and secretly told the monk Kongwen that he was Meng Qi's uncle.
The order of generations in Shaolin is [the mind is empty and without any mysterious truth, and the wisdom is deep and pure]. Abbot Kongwen belongs to the Kong generation, which is three generations higher than Meng Qi's Zhen generation.
"It was my fault that I lost my composure." The monk Kongwen also came to his senses and felt that something was wrong, so he agreed to let Xuanbei accept Meng Qi as his disciple.
Xuan Bei is Kong Wen's genuine disciple. After becoming his disciple, he is also the successor of Kong Wen's lineage and can be kept by his side for guidance at any time.
The senior monks of the Wu Zi generation also breathed a sigh of relief. They didn't want to be brothers with a little kid. It was a good thing that Meng Qi became Xuan Bei's disciple.
Even if Meng Qi were to take charge of Shaolin Temple in the future, that would be the next generation's business and would have nothing to do with them.
So the monks in the Bodhi Temple, who had just rejected Meng Qi, now praised him highly, firmly supported Xuan Bei's decision to accept a disciple, and presented him with scriptures and Buddhist instruments to congratulate him.
Meng Qi was filled with mixed feelings of sadness and joy, and was speechless. Although the abbot of Shaolin Temple was also a righteous hero, or even a great righteous hero, he had always been the first or second in the white world and was a top figure in the martial arts world.
But becoming a highly respected and venerable monk is not what he wants. Mang Jin Gang hopes to be a young man in white, traveling around the world with a sword in hand, living a life of glory, taking pleasure in revenge and defeating all the heroes in the world!
The monk from Zhending received a huge reward for participating in the rescue of the abbot of Shaolin Temple.
As for Lin Xian, who had made greater contributions, Abbot Kong Wen had no way to repay him. He could only put his hands together and said, "If Donor Qingyuan needs me in the future, just let me know and I will do my best."
"Not now." Lin Xian smiled and said, "Inside the Shaolin Temple, the tower is exactly what I need."
"Demon?" Abbot Kongwen looked thoughtful, gazing at the seven-story glazed pagoda suppressed by countless relics in the back mountain.
The top seven floors of the pagoda are where the precious relics are stored, and the seven underground floors are where demons and monsters are suppressed.
The monster that Lin Xian wanted to take away was not the Bai Ze Demon King at the Dharmakaya level, but a demon-summoning banner.
And on the first floor, there is a harmless descendant of Kunpeng.
"This monster is not a big threat, but it's a bit annoying." The monk guarding the pagoda said with a strange look on his face, "It's too talkative."
Lin Xian looked into the depths of the cell and saw a small bird lying there. It was very ugly, with a body as round as a ball, two short wings covered with black feathers, and no beak on its head, but a fish-like mouth.
"What are you looking at? My name is the same as mine, my Taoist name is 'Chui Yi Zi', and I am a descendant of the Kun Peng clan!" The bird jumped and chirped, "Who are you, kid? How did you get in? Why are these bald donkeys so respectful to you? Speak, don't you know how to speak..."
Qingjing interrupted the nonsense that was coming. Lin Xian took a deep breath, resisted the urge to beat Chui Yi Zi violently, and took the descendant of Kunpeng away.
Chui Yizi saw that Lin Xian had no intention of hurting him, so he immediately took advantage of the situation and started to talk nonsense: "You know Kunpeng, our Kunpeng clan has been passed down for tens of thousands of years. My grandfather's grandfather's grandfather once..."
"Shut up! If you keep talking nonsense, I will let you know what it means that Kun is so big that it cannot be stewed in one pot." Lin Xian said grimly: "Take me to the Demon King Palace."
“Demon King Palace?” Chui Yizi was stunned for a moment, and after a long pause, he asked suspiciously, “Why are you going to the Demon King Palace? Only demons can enter there, and you, a human…”
"In fact, I have been a demon for a long time!"
Lin Xian spoke slowly, and transformed into an image with a human head and a snake body. Tear marks and scales appeared in the corners of his eyes. In an instant, he changed from a Taoist priest with a Taoist appearance to a beautiful young man with a seductive and evil aura. His black hair was like a waterfall, his eyes were moving, captivating, and exuding a wild breath, as if he was a real dragon demon god from ancient times!
"Demon, Demon King!"
The ancient racial heritage memory awakened from deep in his blood at this moment. His wings trembled, and he, who used to be chattering, was now silent.
Similar, too similar, Lin Xian’s current appearance is like that of an innate Taoist body, the appearance of Queen Nuwa, which can make all the monsters rise and fall!
The real world, the Eye of the East China Sea.
The sea eye whirlpool is surging, the color is dark, the bottom cannot be seen, and no one knows where it leads to. The unknown and mystery are the most terrifying.
“It’s so dark, I’m so scared!!!”
The noise of the drooping wings was heard, and Lin Xian, who could no longer bear it, slapped him unconscious.
At this moment, a charming voice sounded in the void, and she smiled softly and said, "Kunpeng used to call the North Sea Eye his home, but he never expected his descendants to be so useless..."
Lin Xian looked around and saw an ancient and obscure palace in the distance, with a plaque written in demonic script on it.
It’s the Demon King Palace!
At the entrance of the hall stood a female demon, her red skirt turning white, like an otherworldly elf, concealing a hint of dignity and arrogance, with a few fluffy red tails raised behind her, looking extremely seductive.
"Qingqiu Fox."
Lin Xian's eyes turned, looking at the little fox, he pondered and said: "Descendant of the Demon Saint?"
"Of course!" The little fox raised his head proudly, but said with a little disappointment: "It's still a little short."
"Oh." Lin Xian nodded, realizing that she was still in the probation period. If she found someone to date, perhaps she could pass the test of the Demon Saint.
After all, the Demon Saint was a love-minded man with a passionate heart. The innate gods have always been emotionally indifferent and always put the great way first.
It's okay if you don't fall in love, but once you fall in love, even if it's the great love of Houtu that incarnates in reincarnation, or the ultimate love of the Demon Saint that lasts for generations, even the Demon Buddha cannot escape the axe.
"Can I meet the Queen?"
Lin Xian asked
The little fox glanced at Lin Xiandao's body, then quietly turned aside and muttered, "His Majesty the Demon King may not be at home. I begged for a long time but he didn't open the door."
The Queen Nuwa Palace was tightly closed, and even though the quasi-heir of the Demon Saint came in person, there was no sign of it opening.
Lin Xian did not comment, but walked to the front of the Queen Wa Palace and kowtowed three times, saying with great respect: "Junior Lin Xian wishes to see Queen Wa!"
A faint immortal voice was heard, and the door of the Demon King's Palace creaked open. A fairy harp and music score flew out and fell into Lin Xian's hands.
"Du Tianqin!"
"Fuxi God Heaven Rings!"
(End of this chapter)
