Journey to the West leads to my home

All the immortals looked at the black hole.

Everyone did not expect that this time, it was the golden cicada who went to that mysterious world.

What will become of the golden cicada this time?

Nobody knows.

No one dares to easily imagine the consequences.

Because everyone saw that Rulai’s face was not very good.

Buddha Rulai, who has always been unfrowning at all, is now getting angry more and more.

Fighting over the Buddha, the messengers of the pure altar left the Spirit Mountain one after another, which was enough to make Rulai lose face within the three realms.

Right now.

The golden cicada who once questioned Rulai also went to that world privately.

If you come to return to Lei Yin Temple halfway through the Buddha Meeting, you can see how angry you are.

……

The real world.

Lin Yi practiced in his small rental room.

This made Qiu Wei feel a little puzzled.

Obviously, Lin Yi has the financial resources to buy a villa in the magic capital, even if he doesn’t buy a villa, a set of four bedrooms and two living rooms is always enough, right?

She really didn’t understand what was good about this dilapidated rental house.

The benefits of this rental house, Lin Yi naturally will not tell others.

While cultivating, there was movement coming out of the drawer.

There was only one ring.

If it weren’t for Lin Yi’s ears, he probably didn’t hear it.

“This knock is so casual? I’d rather see if it’s the immortal, so awesome. ”

Lin Yi rolled over and got up from the bed and pulled open the drawer.

Faintly, Lin Yi seemed to hear the sound of the Buddha and wandered in his ears.

If it weren’t for the presence of a person in front of him, he would have thought he was hallucinating.

“Hello, Lord Lin.”

The person who came said to Lin Yi.

“You know me?” Lin Yi looked at this young monk and always felt that he was a little extraordinary, and as for where the extraordinary was, he hadn’t come out yet.

“Lord Lin’s great name, I have naturally heard of it, and the two apprentices under you praise you endlessly.”

The young monk said.

“Two apprentices?”

Lin Yi was stunned and immediately came to his senses.

“You’re a golden cicada?” Lin Yi was shocked.

“Poor monk, Xuanzang.” The golden cicada said.

Lin Yi didn’t expect the golden cicada’s shape to be young, it looked about the same age as himself, but it was just a bald head.

And his appearance is enough to be any small fresh meat in the world in seconds.

Even Lin Yi, if he didn’t practice every day, it was estimated that he didn’t look good as the golden cicada.

The mind is the outer appearance relative to the Buddha.

What the mind looks like, the Buddha looks like.

“Master Xuanzang, look up for a long time.” Lin Yi said politely.

He is not exaggerating at all.

Just by virtue of Xuanzang’s journey to the Western Heaven as a mortal in order to cross the world, it shows that he has a Buddha in his heart.

Only a person who has a Buddha in his heart is willing to do this.

The golden cicada bowed his head slightly, forgot about it for a moment, and then his eyes fell on a book on the table.

Gokuden.

This is exactly what the Great Sage has seen.

The golden cicada moved his feet and came to the front of the book.

The palm brushes over the pages of the book, and a fresh breeze happens to appear at hand, and the pages of the book turn.

The golden cicada stared at the book, motionless.

Lin Yi was surprised in his heart, the golden cicada seemed to be at the level of Immortal Venerable.

But unlike the Great Sage, the golden cicada stood there as if the entire heaven and earth were full of life, and the air was flowing with the golden cicada’s heart.

This is simply even more magnificent than the Immortal Emperor.

The golden cicada just stood there without moving.

He finally saw what the Great Sage had said to him.

That was the truth that Xuanzang had already understood when he was a child, but after he took the Western Scriptures, it became more and more vague.

“This world is really magical.”

The golden cicada muttered.

His divine sense withdrew from the book like a tide, and his eyes were already a little clear.

He found his former self again.

That golden cicada.

The golden cicada who questioned the Buddha returned.

“Master Xuanzang, where are you going?” Lin Yi was curious to see that the golden cicada was ready to go out.

Now in the middle of the night in the magic capital, he doesn’t know what the golden cicada goes out to see.

“The world is wonderful, poor monks go and see it.”

The golden cicada said, “In a month, the poor monk will come back and ask the benefactor to send me back to the Westward Journey World.” ”

This is Xuanzang.

Lin Yi didn’t stop either, he had no reason to stop Xuanzang.

Xuanzang would go there, and he didn’t want to know.

It’s just the next day.

News has appeared on major websites.

“A young monk, go to Shaolin to find the old host Douzen!”

Dozen.

This is a way to prove the Buddhist practice.

Both sides use the language to argue the scriptures.

The understanding required in this requires some improvisation for the movement of countless Buddhist sutras.

In other words, the old host of Shaolin had already lost the battle after only five minutes of fighting.

The old host came down, and the abbot appeared again.

These are all old monks of fifty or sixty years old, but without exception, only take it in an hour, and the young monk defeated ten people.

No matter if the other party answers, asks questions, and justifies, the young monk can always fight back at the first time.

In the end, the entire Shaolin admitted defeat and was willing to worship the young monk.

However, the young monk shook his head with a smile, stood in front of the Buddha’s statue in the main hall, and left after a long time.

No one knows where he came from.

No one knows where he’s going. _

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