Chapter 1 A Pure Land

The Pure Land Sect's mountain gate was located on a gentle slope halfway up the mountain.

Behind it leaned lush, famous mountains, overlooking the bustling city gradually developed and established in the plain below. Between the mountain and the prosperous city, a river meandered, and from the pavilions outside the temple, one could see the river flowing through the city.

The leader of the action team was a middle-aged man. His credentials were on the table, and he looked younger in the photo.

He was a member of the Zhang family, Zhang Liling, a direct descendant of the Tianshi (Celestial Master) Mansion, who had been descending the mountain to subdue demons and eliminate evil for seventeen years.

Looking at the scenery below, he exclaimed:

"The scenery here is not bad. It makes me want to retire and become a monk here."

The old monk's eyelids drooped, and he said in a gentle tone:

"The Dharma has no boundaries. If Benefactor Zhang has the heart to leave the Dragon Tiger Mountain and become a monk here, this poor monk would be very welcome."

Zhang Liling laughed, waved his hand, and said:

"No, no."

"If I did that, my old man would be furious. To be honest, he's not very strong, and I'm not that afraid, but I'm afraid that the old Celestial Master's ears are soft and he'll come down the mountain too. Master, can you withstand him? If you can, I'll come."

Then his eyes lit up, and he slapped his thigh, saying:

"Why don't I tell the Celestial Master that you can give him a hand? Let me tell you, the old Celestial Master has been staying up all night playing games recently. His rank is dropping every day, and he can't climb back up. He definitely can't play anymore. Your old man has profound cultivation and boundless Buddhist Dharma, so there's definitely no problem."

"How about I act as a matchmaker and let you old man try it out at Dragon Tiger Mountain?"

Zhang Liling looked sincere.

The old monk was silent for a moment, then awkwardly picked up his teacup and took a sip, muttering:

"Amitabha."

"Benefactor is joking. How could this poor monk compare to the Celestial Master?"

Zhang Liling didn't continue the topic, and said with a smile, "Master isn't poor at all. How can you call yourself a 'poor monk'?"

"I see that this tea set of yours is a treasure from the Song Dynasty official kiln. Not many are circulating in the world, let alone a complete set. Four teacups, each different. Missing one would ruin the whole set. This tea set must be worth at least a hundred or eighty thousand, and there's no limit to how high it could go."

The old monk said indifferently: "This tea set was just a gift from a pilgrim. This poor monk is just using it. It's no different from an ordinary cup."

"This poor monk can endure coarse tea and plain rice, and can also enjoy wealth and prosperity, but everything is empty. On the contrary, Benefactor, you are attached to appearances."

Zhang Liling praised, "High, really high."

"Then if I smash this cup, Master should just treat it like a spring breeze on your face, right? After all, everything is empty."

He tossed the teacup casually, seeing the flesh on the old monk's cheeks twitch.

The cup was tossed up and down several times, but Zhang Liling always managed to catch it steadily. Finally, he caught the teacup with a smile, stopped tossing it, and casually asked: "Master, how many years have you been on this mountain without going down? Now that demons are dancing wildly outside, isn't it the time for Buddhist disciples to subdue demons and eliminate evil? If you don't go down the mountain now, when will you?"

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

"Oh? Why haven't I seen it?"

The old monk said calmly: "Young Benefactor is doing external work, subduing demons and eliminating evil, while this poor monk is cultivating proper karma, chanting Amitabha Buddha thousands of times every day, praying for blessings for the people of the world, and practicing asceticism to help the dead be reborn and transform demons. This is immeasurable merit and the supreme Mahayana."

Zhang Daoling paused, and whether sarcastically or sincerely, said:

"Master is indeed... profound in Buddhist Dharma."

The monk put his hands together and answered impenetrably, "The eight winds cannot move me, I sit firmly on the lotus throne."

"This poor monk has not descended the mountain for fifty years."

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Zhang Liling was not discouraged, smiling on the surface, still dealing with this old monk, chatting about this and that, trying to probe his tone and test the truth. After drinking a pot of tea, the old monk finally felt a little tired of dealing with him, excused himself to relieve himself, went out, summoned his disciple, took out a mirror engraved with countless Buddhist patterns, and handed it over, saying:

"Go, use this mirror to cast a spell and look at the Great Thunderclap Temple. Report to the many ancestral Buddhas."

"First, get this Dragon Tiger Mountain Taoist down the mountain before anything else."

The little monk bowed and said:

"Yes, disciple receives the Abbot's decree."

Then he respectfully took the Buddhist mirror and left in a hurry. The old monk also calmed himself down, chanted Buddhist scriptures in his heart, and said a few words of Amitabha Buddha. He walked into the pavilion calmly. During this time, Zhang Liling also instructed the disciples who came with him to investigate the situation in the temple.

When the old monk came over, the two clearly knew that the other had definitely arranged something in secret, but they both had amiable and polite expressions, and the atmosphere during the conversation was even more courteous.

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The monk, who was only sixteen or seventeen years old, hurried to a side room.

Then he took out the Buddhist mirror, tidied his clothes, washed his hands and face, and dared to wipe the Buddhist mirror. He chanted Amitabha Buddha sincerely, and saw ripples appear on the mirror surface. He had seen the pure land of the Spirit Mountain in the past, and the purity and freedom of the Great Thunderclap Temple with its gold and stone steps and white jade ground, so his expression was even more respectful.

A picture appeared on the mirror.

The monk opened his mouth: "Reporting..."

The monk's voice stopped abruptly, his face blank, looking at the scene in front of him, his eyes widened, and the words in his mouth could not be uttered.

He only saw that the pure land of the Spirit Mountain had long become a mess. The gold and stone steps were smashed to pieces, and the lotus platform floor made of white jade was also smashed and upturned. Those solemn and grand Buddhas and Bodhisattvas were all in a mess. He saw Manjushri and Maitreya running around with their heads in their hands, and the Vajra Arhats begging for mercy. The white jade conch shells were smashed to the ground, the golden beams and jade pillars were scattered horizontally and vertically, the heavenly flowers were trampled into mud, and the earth-emerging golden lotuses were kicked into powder. It was no longer the pure land of the Buddhist Spirit Mountain, but more like a year of human disaster.

In the middle, a hundred-foot-tall Buddha was grabbed by the collar and beaten all over the head with an iron rod.

In the midst of this chaos, a white-haired monkey with a hairy face and a thunderous mouth laughed and beat wildly.

The water flow surged, almost drowning the pure land of the Great Thunderclap Temple completely.

The little monk was directly stunned, and subconsciously murmured:

"This... Journey to the West?"

Then he realized that the thing in his hand was not a tablet computer, but a magic weapon. What he was watching was not Journey to the West, but what was happening in the holy land of the Spirit Mountain at this moment. In an instant, his mind buzzed, and he was about to turn around and report to the Abbot. He didn't expect two young men to walk in at the door, with smiles on their faces.

"Little Master, this is our first time here, and we're not familiar with the place."

"Can you help us show us around?"

The monk didn't have the leisure to do this. He was about to refuse when the two action team members who were specially investigating the Pure Land Sect's problem had already gathered around. One was stepping on the Qimen Bagua (Mysterious Gate Eight Trigrams), and the other was using the Nanyang Zhuge Sect's unique footwork. Their speed was so fast that he couldn't react. They approached the monk on the left and right, smiling:

"Little Master, what are you looking at?"

"It looks pretty good."

The monk's skills were not enough, and he couldn't protect it. The Buddhist mirror was seen clearly at once. The two action team members were originally very interested, but when they saw what was happening on the mirror, they lost interest. One of them smacked his lips and said regretfully:

"Oh... it's Journey to the West."

They thought it was a walking second-class merit.

The other martial arts cultivator was also a little regretful, but after taking a few glances, he became interested: "Hey? This Journey to the West is pretty well made. It just turned Uproar in Heaven into Uproar in the Spirit Mountain. Wait, did they add the scene of flooding Jinshan Temple too? It's a bit interesting."

The Taoist cultivator sneered, "Another patchwork monster."

But after taking a casual glance, he couldn't put it down and became absorbed in watching it. He couldn't help but say, "However, this Journey to the West is really good. Which version is it? Why haven't I seen it before?"

"This special effect, this fighting scene, it's almost real."

"Yeah, tsk, this fist is powerful."

"Damn, awesome, headshot!"

"Can this kind of thing be approved for release?"

"Maybe it's because it's too realistic that it's not available online."

The two special action team members were full of amazement. They were among the more outstanding of the younger generation, and they both practiced martial arts, so this kind of fist-to-flesh violence almost made them unable to take their eyes off it. They sandwiched the little monk between them on the left and right, watching this new version of Journey to the West without blinking.

So the monk in the middle could only watch his own ancestors and Buddhas being beaten by the monkey, and his body trembled uncontrollably.

One was just a created god.

The other was the legend of the most ancient myth.

The monk was covered in cold sweat, racking his brains to leave, and said, "This, two Benefactors, this little monk still has some, something... yes, urgency, urgency, this little monk has a little urgency and wants to go to the toilet."

The Taoist cultivator nodded suddenly, with an apologetic expression: "Sorry, we two didn't notice."

"We're really sorry."

"Little Master, go quickly."

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

The martial arts cultivator grabbed the Buddhist mirror casually and said casually:

"We two will watch this part here. Little Master, go and come back quickly."

The smile on the monk's face slowly solidified. The martial arts cultivator pulled casually but didn't pull the Buddhist mirror back, and looked at the monk in surprise, saying:

"Little Master, aren't you going to the toilet?"

The monk was silent for a long time, and said, "It's, it's held back."

The martial arts cultivator was stunned for a moment, then smiled and patted him on the shoulder, saying:

"I understand, I understand. This kind of exciting and thrilling scene has no flaws. You have to watch it even if you have to hold it in. Haha, I didn't expect Little Master you are also a fellow traveler. But also, look, the Great Sage in this version of Journey to the West really beats them hard enough. I don't know who the martial arts instructor is, but he's really awesome."

The martial arts cultivator pointed excitedly at the screen and began to explain.

The monk looked at the white-haired monkey in the picture, holding an iron rod and smashing it one by one on the bald heads in front of him. The scene was extremely decompressing and exciting, and his mouth twitched.

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Fortunately, this ‘plot’ was relatively short.

The two action team cultivators were still full of regret and told the monk that if he had resources, he must share them with them. The young monk had already been living like a year, and had no leisure to say anything else. He hugged the Buddhist mirror and ran to the pavilion in a hurry.

The Abbot of the Pure Land Sect had been watching him for a long time, and only felt that he was too embarrassed, and so hasty and flustered, wouldn't that expose the problem? He was displeased, but still apologized to the smiling Zhang Liling, got up to meet him, pulled him to a secluded place, and scolded him:

"What's the matter, so flustered? What if the problem is seen through?!"

"Speak, what happened?"

The young monk was already out of his mind. Hearing this, he took out the Buddhist scriptures in a panic and cried:

"Abbot, something bad has happened."

"The Ancestors, the Ancestors are being beaten by a hairy-faced, thunder-mouthed monkey!"

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

He raised his hand and hit the monk on the head, and couldn't help but scold:

"A monk does not lie."

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

ps: Today's update, a chapter of three thousand four hundred words, just like what I said yesterday, please take a leave of absence, there will only be one update.

By the way, adjust my schedule, go to bed earlier, and hope to update earlier tomorrow~