Chapter 171 Monkey

Da Lei Yin Temple.

It should be known that such pure Buddhist worlds are not in the human realm. The Great Buddha reached out and grabbed only the true spirit. However, if the true spirit is imprisoned in this Da Lei Yin Temple, it is not much different from the main body being imprisoned. The true spirit leaves the body, and after a long time, there is only a dead end.

This is more concealed and safer.

What's more, the Great Buddha sitting in the center tried his best, but found that there was not much resistance.

Not only was there no resistance, but it was as smooth as if the true spirit had taken the initiative to pry open the Great Buddha's own fingers, and then, one by one, pried them open to wrap around his own waist.

At this moment, this pure land is considered a quiet place. The conch shells are not blown, the scriptures are not recited, and the monks and Buddhas are watching the Great Buddha sitting in the center, silent. The two monks and Buddhas who had taken action before, each possessing five and three sariras respectively, were already considered to have very good strength here.

But they couldn't even leave a last word before being blasted to pieces.

They are now a little scared. What if this boundless and majestic Great Buddha suddenly shattered, just like the two before, without any warning, a Buddha's head would be torn apart, and the sariras would also turn into dust. Just as they were worried, they saw the Great Buddha open his eyes, his expression kind, and many gods and Buddhas breathed a sigh of relief.

The Great Buddha proclaimed a Buddha's name and said calmly:

"Although the demon is fierce, he has already been subdued and has been taken to Da Lei Yin Temple by me."

How could the gods and Buddhas not stand on the lotus platform, secretly relieved, and all chanted in unison:

"Fortunately, my Buddha has boundless Dharma power."

"Amitabha."

"Well, well."

The Great Buddha waited for the many gods, Buddhas, and Bodhisattvas to finish speaking before saying with a compassionate expression:

"It's just that the Buddha-dharma is boundless."

A Vajra nervously asked, "I wonder what kind of demon was captured by the Buddha?"

"How could its power be so great?"

The surrounding Buddhas and Bodhisattvas all echoed their curiosity.

The Great Buddha sitting in the center said calmly, "Everyone, please come and see."

He is the tallest, with hundreds of sariras on his body. When his palm displays supernatural powers, it is as huge as a Buddhist hall or temple. Even now that he is withdrawing his supernatural powers, it is still the size of a small house. As he spoke, he stretched out his hand, and the other Buddhas and Bodhisattvas subconsciously walked forward, forming a circle and looking down.

The Great Buddha opened his five fingers.

Inside, there was actually a white-haired monkey sitting cross-legged.

The Buddhas and Bodhisattvas were stunned. For some reason, they felt a sense of familiarity and a sense of heart-palpitating deja vu. Before they could react, the monks and Buddhas in the front circle screamed and fell backward, covering their eyes.

The ones behind them subconsciously stepped forward, resulting in a clumsy collision. In the blink of an eye, the white-haired monkey jumped up, and in a few strokes, overturned a pile of compassionate Buddhas around him. Its eyes suddenly opened, shooting out golden light, and it looked up at the stunned Great Buddha, then seemed to be furious.

Its hands cracked as it pried them apart, and it grinned hideously:

"So you're the one called Tathagata Buddha?"

??!

The Buddha was shocked and angry.

Where did this monkey with a hairy face and a thunderous mouth come from?

The inexplicable sense of deja vu made him feel uneasy.

Then he thought that even in myths and legends, he had the upper hand. How could a mere mind-monkey compare to boundless Buddhist Dharma?

He stretched out a huge palm, as big as a Buddhist hall, and pressed it down, but he didn't expect the monkey to slap it away, not at all politely. The monkey's bit of true spirit rose in the wind and turned into a towering figure in the blink of an eye, almost like a giant peak in the human world. Its arms bulged, and it had the brave and domineering power to stir up the three rivers and four seas.

Wu Zhiqi stretched out his left hand to grab the Buddha's robe collar, and with a single force in his arms, he pulled the compassionate Buddha off the lotus platform. He shook his right hand, and the ends of the chains on his body intertwined with a clatter, wrapping around his fist and turning into a fierce steel fist armor, and directly smashed it down on the head, smashing bumps all over his head.

A trace of thought remained in the Buddha's heart.

Stop!

You are not a mind-monkey at all…

Wei Yuan's bit of true spirit also came up with the monkey, but now Wu Zhiqi casually concealed his appearance with illusion. When Wu Zhiqi became bigger, Wei Yuan sat cross-legged on Wu Zhiqi's shoulder. Seeing Wu Zhiqi's furious appearance, he didn't know how much was because of Journey to the West, and how much was because of the thing that had just been torn apart. Wei Yuan twitched the corner of his mouth and said:

"Water Lord, why don't I cast a few auxiliary talismans to help?"

"Talismans?"

Wu Zhiqi paused, disdainfully said, "Fancy stuff, what's the use?"

"It's not as good as fists and sticks."

"You, untie the one with your name on it, let the chains loosen."

Wei Yuan thought for a while, and felt that it was true. His talismans didn't seem to add much to Wu Zhiqi, and their effect on the huge Buddha was limited. So he simply pointed his finger on the ring of chains with the name Yuan on it. Even if Wu Zhiqi's true spirit appeared here, the chains would not leave him, but when Wei Yuan pointed his finger on it, it actually made a clanging whisper, and Wu Zhiqi felt the restraints around him suddenly loosen.

He was overjoyed. With a flick of his wrist, the chains moved with his heart, first turning into a large knife, then into a heavy hammer. Although it still had the function of restraint, it also had many changes. Finally, with a casual shake, the divine era chains turned into an iron rod. Wu Zhiqi weighed the weight and felt that the divine era creation was indeed solid, so he slammed the Buddha on the head with the rod, grinning:

"This is a blow to the head."

"Tell me, what can you comprehend?"

Wei Yuan twitched the corner of his mouth.

Seeing that many Buddhas and Bodhisattvas were surrounding him again, even if they were just false things transformed from sariras, they were still numerous and powerful. Only a divine sense true spirit of the monkey had come here. Wei Yuan thought for a while, and felt that he had to help a little, he couldn't just watch. With this bit of true spirit, he could only drive the Mountain God Edict, but the seal could only hold back a few.

It was hard to say that it would have much effect.

Wei Yuan looked around and saw the hair on Wu Zhiqi's neck.

After thinking about it, he had to pluck a handful of it. Even if it was just a phantom, it was still Wu Zhiqi's hair. Wei Yuan sighed in his heart and apologized to the teacher insincerely. Soybean monkeys were all the same, just carriers, it was just that soybeans were easier to find at that time, and monkey hair was not easy to pluck.

He sprinkled the handful of monkey hair.

He pinched out a magic seal with both hands, and muttered silently:

"Disciple Yuan humbly asks for the teacher's protection."

"Yellow Turban Warriors, scatter beans into soldiers, protect the warriors, subdue demons and eliminate demons!"

After Wei Yuan finished casting the spell, he threw the monkey hair again, and pressed it with the Mountain God Edict. These Yellow Turban Warriors were far more powerful than the discounted soybeans he bought in the supermarket before. In the blink of an eye, they were radiant with golden light, transformed into awe-inspiring generals.

The Yellow Turban Warrior felt the vast mana of this descent into the world, clenched his fists, and felt the power.

Finally, he breathed a long sigh of satisfaction.

Then he saw Wei Yuan.

Yellow Turban Warrior General: "..."

Yellow Turban Warrior: "..."

Wei Yuan said, "Clean them up!"

The Yellow Turban Warriors were silent, and reluctantly cupped their hands and said, "We receive the True Man's decree."

He paused, stretched out his hand, and said, "Where are the mops and brooms?"

Wei Yuan: "..."

"What I mean by clean up is the kind with your big knives."

The Yellow Turban Warriors were delayed for a full three breaths before reacting. They were overjoyed in their hearts. Seeing the Buddhas and monks coming over, they roared angrily, all holding war knives and spears, forming a battle formation. Wei Yuan cast an illusion by the way, and because the basis for these Yellow Turban Warriors' existence this time was completely Wu Zhiqi's monkey hair, they were easily transformed into monkeys wearing armor.

Although they were turned into monkeys, the Yellow Turban Warriors didn't care so much. The warriors who had been with the janitorial company twice were holding a bellyful of anger, and had already blocked the Buddhist Vajras. Wu Zhiqi also vented his anger, and slammed the Buddha on the forehead with a heavy stick, just in time to imprint the name Yuan. Then he raised the iron rod,

Taking advantage of the fact that his true spirit had not been sealed and dragged back, he grinned, revealing his fangs, and rushed forward with a loud laugh.

Wielding the divine era weapon, he smashed the golden beams and jade pillars, and pushed down the Buddhist lotus platforms. The iron rod danced, and the water flowed along with it. The Lord of the Four Rivers of the Mountain and Sea Mythology era, with just a true spirit here, almost flooded the so-called Da Lei Yin Temple.

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Below the Pure Land Sect mountain gate.

An old monk greeted several men in special operations team uniforms up the mountain.

"I have long heard that your sect has a long heritage, and high monks and virtues have emerged in every generation. You have also received many sariras from other Buddhist sects. I wonder if we can have a look."

The old monk had a kind face and benevolent eyes.

"Where are the sariras?"

"Just a pile of rotten stones."

The middle-aged man at the head of the action team cursed inwardly at the old fox, but smiled on his face, and exchanged pleasantries with the old monk, walking up the mountain stone steps step by step. They both knew each other's purpose and plan, but also knew the upcoming confrontation.

ps: Today's second update...2800 words, thank you Wu Bu Pang for the ten thousand reward, thank you~

Then the update tomorrow may be a little late, because there is something very important. If there is a very special situation, I may ask for leave... bow, but habitually, asking for leave but not stopping the update, there will be at least one update...