Dragon Warrior

The sound of the drum seemed to be a specific signal. When the sound of the drum sounded, the worshipers stood up one after another, stretching their bodies and exercising their muscles and bones. The atmosphere in the square was no longer so oppressive. Some began to make beds and fold quilts, but all of this was done silently, without making any noise, and the meals were very simple, gruel and white buns, without any meaty smell, just to save their lives.

Wu Yi and the others carefully walked through the dense crowd, wanting to walk to the foot of the mountain to see how to enter Mount Sumeru. Unexpectedly, just halfway there, they were stopped by a big fat man. He said enthusiastically: "Brother How many are you new here? Whether you are going to worship Buddha or learn art from a teacher, you are not in a hurry today. Did you hear the drumbeat? As long as the drumbeat sounds, the gate of the temple will be closed and will not be open to outsiders. , even if you squeeze to the front, it’s useless.”

"Then if you want to set foot on Mount Sumeru, you have to wait until dawn?" Song Qingmu asked, they hurried to save a day, and they didn't want to waste another night on this square.

"Tomorrow may not be sure. It depends on whether you are destined to be with the Buddha. If you don't have this fate, it will be useless to wait another ten and a half months. It's better to go back as soon as possible." The fat man shook his head, the flesh on his face was full It looks a little funny, but Wu Yi felt a bit of evil spirit from him. This guy's cultivation base has reached the late stage of concentration state, and his subordinates may have lost a lot of lives, otherwise there would be no such breath.

"I'll wipe it, when will I have to wait?" Song Qingmu was dumbfounded when he heard it, who can say for sure about fate? If there is no fate, then there is no hope at all.

On the contrary, Wu Yi asked with great interest: "Brother, you have profound cultivation and a healthy body. You should live a very nourishing life. Why do you have to go to Xiaoxitian to suffer this crime?"

"Hey... Having said that, don't be afraid. I am a casual cultivator. I have done a lot of disgraceful things over the years in order to break through in cultivation, burning, killing and looting. I really don't like it. That's why I came to Xiaoxitian Come, I want the Buddha to help me save me, wash away my sins, and live in peace." The fat man raised his hand, as if he could smell a faint smell of blood.

"Then how long have you been here? Are you a person with a predestined relationship with Buddha?" Wu Yi understands the suffering of the fat man. Human nature is good, and killing is not in nature. If you don't have your own principles and bottom line, just kill and plunder crazily for the cultivation of resources, you will feel guilty. Leaving an indelible influence, eventually turning into a demon, beyond redemption.

The fat man touched the back of his head, and replied embarrassingly: "It's been more than half a year, but I still haven't received any hints, probably the fate has not arrived yet!"

"It's been more than half a year, and there is still a fate of wool. You might as well go back early and don't waste your time here." Song Qingmu didn't expect this seemingly impatient big fat man to have such patience.

"Hey... a sincere heart is a spirit, and suffering a lot here, doesn't it appear that we are sincere!" The fat man said with a smile, and now he is really unwilling to let him go back, so he can only continue to wait.

"If you can't save yourself, what will the Buddha use to save you? If you want to resolve the demons, it is better to form good relationships, punish evil and eliminate violence. As long as you are at ease, the demons will naturally be resolved. There is no Buddha. It can be transcended." Wu Yi has experienced countless ups and downs of life and death, great joy and great sorrow, ups and downs, and the mystery has long been broken. The root of the demon lies in his own heart, and no external force can work. Just let him understand this truth.

Fatty's smile froze on his face, but his heart seemed to be struck by lightning. It seemed that his persistence for half a year was no longer important, and he fell into a long silence. When he looked up again, Wu Yi and the others had already Go far, mix in the crowd, disappear.

"A master...he is indeed a master. Could it be that the Buddha saw my sincerity and specially came to enlighten me? It must be so, it must be so, punish evil and promote good, but please feel at ease. This is a guide for me. Road!" The fat man knelt on the ground with a 'plop', kneeling three times and knocking nine times respectfully, then turned around and left Mount Sumeru.

If Wu Yi knew that the fat man attributed all the credit to the Buddha, he would be so angry that he would vomit blood, but he had no time to care about him at the moment. He was stopped by a defensive circle as soon as he approached the mountain gate. The inside and the outside seemed to be two worlds ,insurmountable.

"Hey... hello... you guys, don't you know the rules? You are still rushing forward and disturbing the Buddha's meditation, what should you do?" A monk in green came over impatiently and waved them away. It is already the territory of Xiaoxitian, and it is a restricted area any further.

This monk in Tsing Yi should be Xiao Xitian's outer disciple, responsible for guarding the mountain gate and maintaining the order of those pilgrims, with his nostrils turned up to the sky, his attitude is very arrogant, he has a big belly, his head is full of fat, he is very inconsistent with the image of a monk, especially his eyes, Filled with the air of a philistine, he actually lingered on Lie Yanshi's graceful figure for a long time, revealing a bit of greed.

Wu Yi frowned slightly. He didn't expect Tangtang Xiaoxitian to arrange such a guy to guard the mountain gate. Repressing his temper, he cupped his fists and said, "Donghai Wu Yi, come to visit the noble master Shikong, please inform me."

"Hmph...You are young, but your tone is not small. Master Shikong is the first big disciple. He is intensively practicing Buddhism and is involved in all kinds of things. Is he someone you can see whenever you want?" The monk in Tsing Yi snorted from his nostrils. , said with great disdain.

Since Wu Yi has reached the third level of enlightenment in the "Tian Dao Jue", the power of the Dao of Heaven is infinitely close to the nature of the Dao of Heaven, and he deliberately restrains himself when performing the Hidden Soul Technique. Unless he is a monk in the realm of God King, it is impossible to find out his reality at all. At this moment It seems that the cultivation base is only in the state of concentration, and the clothes are ordinary, and he is a casual cultivator, so he is not taken seriously.

"Just please let me know. Shi Kong will make arrangements if I see you or not." Wu Yi's tone was a little cold, and he treated each other with courtesy, but unexpectedly, he was blocked by a Xiaoxiao, with anger raging in his heart .

"Oh...what do you mean, as long as someone comes up and throws down this sentence, I have to go up and pass it on. Look at the thousands of pilgrims on this square, Master Shikong must be annoyed to death? Buddha didn't I spend this spare time talking nonsense with you, if you want to worship the Buddha, just stay calm and take another step forward, beware of the boundless teachings of the Buddha." The monk in Tsing Yi threw down a sentence, turned around and left.

"Damn it, what kind of attitude is this?" Song Qingmu couldn't stand watching and scolded angrily.