The Legend of Honghuang Erlang

Outside the Nuan Pavilion, Yang Jian's incarnation maintained the appearance of Patriarch Bodhi, looking up at the bright belt of stars in the night sky.

Cihang, among the Twelve Golden Immortals who ran away from the Western Sect, was the only 'senior' whom Yang Jian respected.

Now, he can't be called a master. After all, the immortal Chanjiao's rebellion against the few of them is hard on his throat, and Yang Jian must make his position clear.

Not to mention the gossip about gods and ghosts that I heard from people when I was in my hometown, and Cihang's status as a latecomer among Buddhists; just talking about the friendship between Cihang and Cihang in the past, today's situation makes Yang Jian a little dissatisfied.

Uncle Duobao is really messing around.

Even if you have a grudge against the Buddhist sect, you shouldn't use such a method to hit Lingshan generously...

Just as he was thinking wildly, a light flashed in the room, and the Taoist Ci Hang used his escapism to escape directly.

Just as Yang Jian heaved a sigh of relief and chased away the few pictures in his heart, Cihang, who had already tidied up and returned to his usual graceful posture, floated down from the sky, as if nothing had happened before.

There was a little wry smile on the corner of Yang Jian's mouth, and he bowed forward.

"I don't know why the master came here?"

"Just now, I was tricked by some experts, and I made fellow Taoists laugh." Cihang's voice returned to its usual calmness, but the more it was like this, the more it made Yang Jian want to laugh.

"It's not a problem," Yang Jian nodded calmly, "Those people are drunk, and they act seriously...It's unprepared."

Cihang's smile was somewhat forced, and the holy Buddha's light radiated from her body, she fell in front of the door, and greeted each other with Yang Jian.

"Why did Fellow Daoist come here?" Yang Jian asked again.

The implication is that they don't want to have anything to do with Cihang, everyone has something to talk about, and if they have nothing to do, they go back to the mountain to sleep.

Cihang said: "It was entrusted by my Buddhist World Honored One to explain one or two things to the real king."

"Oh?" Yang Jian smiled, "Buddhism has something to explain to me? Explain what? But the promise made by the three sage disciples of your teaching that day is not accurate?"

Cihang felt the sharpness in Yang Jian's words, but could only smile a little.

"The true king is now in the prehistoric world. If you say your word, you will follow the law, and if you wave your hand, it will be the wind and rain. Don't talk about Buddhism, but the Taoist school. How dare you disobey the true king?"

Yang Jian looked a little unhappy, "According to the words of the master, I, Yang Jian, am such a traitor who disregards the order of the master's seniority?"

"Don't dare, the True Monarch should not think too much. The poor monk is just talking. According to the strength of the True Monarch, no one in the prehistoric world is willing to provoke, and dare not provoke. The World Honored One asked me to explain the one or two things. It is because I want to turn the war into friendship with the True Monarch. Although the flood is great, this catastrophe is difficult to overcome, and Buddhism also wants the True Monarch to take care of it."

Cihang's words were very earnest, but Yang Jian, who wanted to take the opportunity to chase away people, had to swallow back the words that followed.

Turning around and making a gesture of invitation, Yang Jian took a seat in the Nuan Pavilion and arranged it on the stone floor in front of the Nuan Pavilion.

With the help of the stars and moonlight, there is no elegance.

"Please, sir, sit down and talk."

"Thank you Zhenjun for giving the poor monk such an opportunity."

"Before the catastrophe of heaven and earth, if the Buddhist sect had no ambiguity towards the prehistoric world, I would not have half a grudge against the Buddhist sect."

Reciprocating, Yang Jian also expressed his attitude, dispelling some of Cihang's worries.

After taking his seat, Yang Jian looked at the starry sky for a while, while Cihang looked for a chance to speak, and also glanced at the place Yang Jian was looking at.

"What do you want to say? Just say it, I'll listen."

"That's it." Cihang pondered for a while, "The first thing is about this spirit monkey. The World Honored One and the Buddhist sect have never had any ill intentions towards the spirit monkey, and they have painstakingly calculated it. It is just to borrow the unique luck of this spirit monkey for the sake of the great prosperity of Buddhism."

"So you know?" Yang Jian withdrew his gaze from looking at the starry sky.

In fact, there was a little inspiration in my heart just now, but it was a pity that before I could catch it, it was interrupted by Cihang's voice.

He wasn't annoyed, he knew that he still hadn't accumulated enough, and the moment when the spiritual light appeared was still too short.

"What did the real king say?"

"This monkey was born in response to the fate of the catastrophe of heaven and earth. Is it the spirituality condensed by heaven and earth to resist such catastrophe?"

Cihang showed a little wry smile, and had no choice but to nod in response, "As expected, Zhenjun has discovered that everyone in the sect still believes that Zhenjun is only targeting Buddhism, so Fang deliberately accepted the spirit monkey."

"I'm free and fine, what good is there now if I can't get along with your Buddhist sect?" Yang Jian sneered, Cihang shook his head lightly.

Yang Jian said: "Since the Buddhist sect knows the internal cause, I will stop thinking about this monkey in the future. You want to use him to prosper the Buddhist sect, and I will not stop you, but if you want to delay his practice and ruin his own luck, then I will make the Buddhist sect pay the corresponding price."

Cihang sighed, "I will bring this word back to the door, and let everyone in the door take this as a warning."

"What else?"

"The World-Honored One asked the poor monk to tell the True Monarch that when the gods were enshrined, the Buddhist sects plotted against the Taoist sects. In fact, it was an agreement reached by several sage masters."

Yang Jian nodded slowly, "This matter is over, so there is no need to mention it again. However, I have something unclear, can I ask a fellow Taoist to clarify my doubts?"

"What is it?"

"In the past, Manjusri, Samantabhadra, the grandson who feared to leave you, and fellow Taoists, how did you advance to elucidate the teachings?"

Cihang frowned slightly, and sighed: "From the beginning to the end, this is just a calculation arranged by the ancient Buddha Dieng. Dieng originally joined the teaching as the vice-rector after talking with the Second Western Sage. The four of us have all received help from the Second Western Sage and Dieng, either for the grace of saving lives, or for the virtue of preaching and teaching the Dharma, in order to use the luck of the Taoist sect when necessary to solve the difficulties of the Western religion."

Yang Jian frowned at first, and then gradually relaxed his brows. These words from Cihang's mouth made Yang Jian let go of the little obsessions he had always had in his heart.

Ci Hang said: "This matter is not glorious, but the result was doomed from the very beginning. It's just beyond our expectation that the True Monarch seems to have found our footsteps, and he is always targeting difficulties, almost making such calculations come to naught. How did the True Monarch know?"

"I have the eyes of the sky, I can see all evil spirits, and understand the sinister heart."

Yang Jian explained vaguely, and judging by Cihang's expression, he probably believed it.

"Thank you fellow Taoist for clearing my confusion. I can hear these explanations from Buddhism," Yang Jian said. "I still say the same thing. As long as Buddhism is not on the opposite side of Taoism, it will not be on the opposite side of me. What I am thinking about now is how to defeat the enemy, and I am not interested in the internal struggle."

"True Monarch Gao Yi," Cihang praised softly, and said: "There is one more thing."

"Say it."

"It's about the Jade Emperor of the Heavenly Court," Cihang watched Yang Jian's expression and found that Yang Jian was as calm and calm as ever, so he continued.

Cihang said slowly: "Everyone knows that Buddhism and the Jade Emperor are closely related. The World Honored One and the Jade Emperor also made a covenant. Internally, they will fight against the pressure brought by the True Monarch, the Taoist sect, and the black spirit alliance book. Externally, when catastrophe strikes, the Buddhist sect and the heavenly court will also take care of them."

Yang Jian nodded slightly when he heard the words, and said with a smile: "There are many masters in Buddhism and elite soldiers in heaven, and the two of you can make up for each other's shortcomings."

"The covenant between Buddhism and Heaven is exactly like this," Cihang continued following Yang Jian's words, "As for Heaven's desire to use the power of Buddhism to suppress the True Monarch, that's just Heaven's delusion. There are always some confused monks around the Jade Emperor who can't see the general situation as it is today, and they seem to regard the True Monarch as the enemy of Heaven."

Yang Jian's eyes flashed a little sadly, and he said in a low voice, "Let them go."

"Come here today because the World-Honored One entrusted the poor monk to tell the True Monarch about this matter," Cihang said seriously, "Although the Buddhist sect and the Taoist sect compete for the great fortune of the world, they are also dealing with the great calamity of the heaven and the earth, and have no intention of becoming an enemy of the True Monarch."

Yang Jian nodded and said, "Well, I know about this matter. If there is nothing else, please go back to Lingshan to return to life, fellow Taoist."

"Could it be true that you don't believe it?"

Yang Jian chuckled, and suddenly asked: "Fellow Daoist should have come out from the Heavenly Court, so he was targeted by the masters who stopped teaching."

A little strangeness flashed across Cihang's face, then he sighed softly and nodded in recognition.

Yang Jian said coldly: "Just after coming out of the Jade Emperor, he came to me and told me that Buddhism would never be my enemy. Isn't that somewhat duplicity?"

"Why did the real king say such a thing?"

"Actually, I know more about the idea of ​​Buddhism than you, Master Cihang," Yang Jian said with a look of sadness in his eyes, and leaned back in the seat.

Cihang was startled, and asked back, "How do you say that?"

Yang Jian continued to look at the starry sky, and said calmly: "Since the Buddhist sect snatched the six reincarnation disks that day, it has exposed their true intentions. It is true that the Buddhist sect wants to fight against powerful enemies. They think that the Buddhist sect must survive. If the flood is destroyed, the Buddhist sect will cease to exist... But this is just common sense."

"oh?"

"Buddha Kingdom, Great Thousand Worlds, Six Paths of Reincarnation..."

Yang Jian sneered, and said calmly: "The real idea of ​​Buddhism is to use the endless power of the Buddha's mind to use the vast world as a boat to forcibly leave the prehistoric and avoid such disasters when the prehistoric world has no hope of winning."

Cihang immediately frowned, "This is absolutely impossible..."

"Impossible? It should be the most likely," Yang Jian stared at Cihang's face, "If you don't believe me, you can ask Zhunti about this matter, who is still practicing in the back of Lingshan Mountain. The Buddhist sect will take the Six Paths of Reincarnation Disc at any cost, because it is the key to making the Buddha Kingdom permanent."

Cihang bowed his head and thought about it, a little puzzled in his eyes.

"Of course, these are just my conjectures. After all, the catastrophe has not yet come, the flood has not yet shown signs of decline, and there is no possibility of any changes in Buddhism."

Yang Jian waved his hand, "Master, go back, we'll stop talking tonight, and I'm going to practice quickly."

"In this way, I dare not delay Zhenjun's cultivation..."

Cihang got up, and made a Buddhist ceremony to Yang Jian with clasped hands, the white long dress seemed a little bleak.

Yang Jian just scratched a layer of window paper, and Cihang would naturally think of the incomprehensible things he noticed in Buddhism on weekdays.

This Buddhism...

Watching the figure of the Guanyin master driving to the west, Yang Jian twitched his lips and dragged his chair back to the Nuan Pavilion.

"It's also boring."

PS: [Flying snow shoots the white deer, the laughing book hero leans on the biyuan]

Good sir.

To enjoy a high reputation without a name, and to compose a song in the next life.