In a dark room.
Master Zhikong tried his best to make the question gentler, but the man covered his wet crotch and huddled in the corner. After answering a question, he couldn't help but look at the figure in the corner with a frightened face.
The young man in a black shirt sat quietly on the wooden chair, his eyes wandering, seemingly absent-minded, but every sound of his fingertips tapping the table made the man tremble, and then he quickly turned his head and stared at Zhikong, wanting to take it out. To prove that what he said is true.
Shen Yi is not interested in Bodhisattva things.
Mainly because I don't understand it.
He quietly stared at the altar in the gap in the wall, looked at the kind-faced rat-headed statue, and gradually fell into deep thought.
Master Zhikong is a practitioner comparable to a seventh-grade true immortal. If he were placed in Hongze, his status would be equivalent to that of another Shi Ren. He has the power of life and death over countless creatures, but he behaves like a child.
Falling in Shen Yi's eyes, it made him feel slightly frightened.
The reason is simple.
Shen Yi found that she was slowly letting down her guard because of what she saw and heard just one day after coming out.
It's like refugees from a war-torn land suddenly rushed into a peaceful and prosperous age. For a moment, I didn't know whether it was myself or this prosperous age that was at fault.
I can't understand anything and I can't understand anything.
Just like this statue in front of me.
Shen Yi knew a lot about the power of incense and wishing, but he really couldn't understand that no matter how low the level of an evil spirit that Zhi Kong could hunt down personally, it would never be lower than the Tao level, right?
Such a powerful being went to the households of Jianyang Prefecture to preach alone?
Not even as good as the river god he met in Qingzhou.
What effect can this little bit of incense and willpower have on them?
Or maybe, in fact, what they were asking for was not the power of incense... Shen Yi suddenly remembered the light yellow mist he had swallowed when he saw Master Zhikong begging for food.
That's all, when I get the technique, I'll ask this Bodhisattva practitioner for advice.
Seeing that Master Zhikong had finished asking, Shen Yi stood up, stretched out, gently rubbed the ring on his hand, and walked out of the door leisurely.
Now that he had someone to ask for, he finally had the intention to do something.
After all, even though you have more than 20 million years of demon life, you can't just sit there and live in vain. Look at the world outside, it's not easy for you to earn some demon life.
Of course, you have to look at the specific situation. If it's too dangerous, forget it.
"He is indeed a habitual criminal. He can deceive people without even blushing."
The female disciple of Ziyun Sect angrily grabbed the jade token on the table and muttered something dissatisfied.
Pretending to be a messenger from God is something that no ordinary person can do, let alone one who is so familiar with it and has done it countless times.
"Say less."
The male disciple sighed. It was obvious that they had worked hard to find this aura, but now it seemed that Master Zhikong still had no shadow of themselves in his eyes, and all the credit had been taken away.
They didn't ask for any reward, they just wanted to make a friendship... Hey!
It's a pity that the young man is obviously not a good person, so it's better not to offend him, just to suffer the consequences.
"Dear donors, please stay."
Master Zhikong comforted the couple and then took steps to chase them out.
First, he clasped his hands at the Taoist priest of the Ziyun Sect to thank him, and then quickly came to Shen Yi's side and said with a soft smile: "Thank you, friend Shen Xian. If it weren't for you, I really don't know what to do, but pretending to be a policeman is a big deal." Be careful, if this action brings any trouble and the court comes to your door, you can also record it on this young monk."
"..."
Shen Yi glanced at the master in surprise.
He originally thought that the other party would criticize him, but he didn't expect that he was not a flexible person, and he was also quite loyal.
Instead, he suddenly remembered an old friend he had met in Boyun County.
"It's okay to take people's money and do things for them." Shen Yi retracted her gaze and tapped her chin.
"All the people are suffering and can easily be deceived by others. The fault is not with them, but with my senior brother." Monk Zhikong sighed and said as he walked: "My senior brother has attained the status of a practitioner and wants to go to the Immortal Court to work. , it’s a pity that because of his ugly appearance, he was squeezed out by another senior brother..."
"In a fit of rage, he stole the practitioner's status and sneaked down to the mortal world."
However, Monk Zhikong didn't notice that when he mentioned the word "Walker", Shen Yi was groping for his fingers and quietly stopped. He simply threw away the idea of ​​trying to make some effort and pretended that it was nothing. Happened.
If you confirm your look, you are someone you can't afford to offend.
And from what I heard, it was still a matter within the Bodhi Sect, so I couldn’t participate.
No matter how little Shen Yi knew about the outside world, he at least knew that the Bodhi Sect was one of the three religions. In other words, this was one-third of the Immortal Court.
"May I ask Master, what is the status of a practitioner?" Since she didn't plan to participate in the follow-up, Shen Yi shamelessly asked in advance.
"..."
Master Zhikong was stunned for a moment, and then he realized that the other party was a loose immortal who had no disciples.
He just lacks experience, not completely ignorant of worldly affairs. After listening to these words, he understood what Shen Xianyou wanted.
For Sanxian, this knowledge is something that can only be obtained after spending many years, traveling to many places, and doing some hard work for the immortals.
Zhikong shook his head, turned around and handed out an envelope to the two people from the Ziyun Sect: "This is what the couple just gave to the young monk. Through this thing, we can find the trace of that person, thank you both. "
The Taoist couple forced themselves to smile and nodded. Seeing the familiar appearance of the traveler and the Sanxian, they now only expected to do some hard work.
After explaining the business, Monk Zhikong turned around and tried his best to introduce it carefully in more understandable words: "The so-called practitioner's fruition status is probably the same as the Taiyi Dao fruit of the Xian family. In terms of strength alone, it is comparable to Fifth-grade Immortal Official."
"In the Bodhi Sect, if you want to obtain the status of a practitioner, you must first enter the sect of the Venerable, pass the test, and successfully obtain it, then you can become a practitioner under the Venerable's throne... In our teaching, for this kind of practitioner, Walker, there is another name."
"Call me Arhat."
Shen Yi listened carefully and whispered: "How to pick the fruit?"
On the land of China, it is extremely presumptuous to easily inquire into the secrets of the three religions.
But since Monk Zhikong had planned to talk about it, he had no intention of hiding anything: "Read the scriptures thoroughly and go through the kalpas with peace of mind. The number of kalpas you need to go through is different depending on the level of the practitioner."
"The seventy-two levels of fruition are like the Dragon and Tiger Sutra that my senior brother stole. It ranks the 31st. No matter how good your character is, you need to go through at least eighty-one kalpas. The more advanced you are, the more kalpas you need. More."
"What is a calamity?" Shen Yi was like a child who didn't understand and didn't care about embarrassing things at all.
"One calamity equals 129,000 years."
Monk Zhikong expressed emotion: "When you enter the world in the physical body, you don't need to ask what calamity is. When the time comes, the fruition status will naturally be achieved."
"So..." Shen Yi's eyelids twitched and she re-examined the monk in front of her: "Can you live for tens of millions of years?"
"How is that possible?" Master Zhikong opened the conversation, and he did not hold back as before, and even rolled his eyes: "To survive the calamity of the physical body, this is all done by old people. According to the elders in the sect, in the past, Cultivation requires finding various ways to extend one's lifespan, and even reincarnate continuously to make up the required number of kalpas."
"As for now."
Master Zhikong took out the dirty cold steamed buns from his arms and chewed them: "Everything in the world gathers the power of the wishes of all living beings. If we are willing to pray for the people and suffer, we can add the power of our wishes to overcome the calamity of our hearts." "
"The heart is a virtual thing, and it lasts for thousands of years."
After the words fell, Shen Yi finally felt a sense of enlightenment.
Many things that I didn't understand were suddenly explained.
Regardless of what Master Zhikong said so eloquently, to put it bluntly, these monks were dissatisfied with the time and worked hard to find a shortcut.
Isn't it just a calamity? The 129,000 years that I endured alone are considered one calamity.
Then I am more capable, so I can endure more hardships and bear the hardships for those mortals. Calculating five hundred years for one person, two hundred or so people are equivalent to one calamity. No wonder... these immortals are willing to stay quietly. He has the power to turn mountains and seas, but in the divine dynasty he is content to be a rain-prayer and a god.
What they call the power of wish is not the overwhelming imperial aura that envelopes the divine dynasty!
It's just that some people rely on begging, and some rely on cheating.
Even after experiencing what happened to Hong Ze and seeing how Qinghua collected so many merits, Shen Yi could come up with a third, more convenient and less humane method.
He didn't believe that other monks could not think of it.
"..."
Shen Yi slowly slowed down, and a question suddenly came to his mind.
Can’t you finish all this royal energy?
If there are too many Monkeys and Immortals, and all this Imperial Qi is eaten up, will China under the Human Emperor still be as dominant as it is now?
Grandma's.
Shen Yi patted his forehead. It was difficult for him to protect himself, but he still had the leisure to think about these things.
However, if we can get the Dragon and Tiger Sutra and achieve the Dragon-Tiger Arhat status, let alone Immortal Court, will there be a chance to solve Ziling's matter?
Shen Yi turned his attention back to Master Zhikong.
Gee, no wonder they all want to get close to the disciples of the three religions, this is simply a huge treasure house.
"Master Zhikong, here we are."
At this moment, the Taoist monks of Ziyun Sect stopped in a desolate city suburb. Under the shroud of imperial energy, the effect of their Qi-seeking techniques was extremely suppressed. The man even took pills to bless him. Only then did I find him.
Monk Zhikong looked around and found that many people had gathered vaguely here, all looking wary.
Especially after seeing a bald man approaching, many people looked at him with hostility, then got up and scattered away.
Monk Zhikong was not angry at all and sat quietly on the ground.
As night fell, fires started to spread, and the bodies of the four people were gradually submerged in the sea of ​​people.
A slightly warm wind blew from the hill, dispelling the chill from everyone.
"The light shines brightly."
With a whisper, all the torches were immediately extinguished, but the surrounding area became much brighter.
The crowd gradually stood up, and the gentle breeze blowing from the mountains actually carried little bits of spiritual light, which remained on everyone's clothes.
"master……"
The expressions of the Ziyun Sect Taoist couple instantly became much more solemn.
They looked at Monk Zhikong in confusion.
This is clearly an authentic Bodhisattva method. What kind of evil is it?!
Are you kidding me? With their background in the Ziyun Sect, they dare to pursue a big shot from the Bodhi Sect?
"Don't worry, you two. I swear on my life, I will never involve you in this matter."
"Now that the person has been found, I would like to ask the two immortal friends to leave quickly and avoid getting hurt."
Master Zhikong sat cross-legged. As he spoke, the tattered clothes on his body began to ripple slightly, a layer of golden light slowly emerged from his skin, and his entire face became calm and intimidating.
"When the young monk has finished handling this matter, I will definitely thank you both."
In the faint fluorescent light shrouded in the night, this thin body was as bright as the sun, shocking everyone around him and staggering away.
After hearing this, the two Ziyun Sect Taoist monks felt a little embarrassed: "I didn't mean it that way... Hey, I hope Master will understand."
It is indeed impossible for them to offend one Bodhisattva disciple because of another Bodhisattva disciple.
What's more, when it comes to the dispute between travelers, they are definitely not one to join in the fun. To put it bluntly, they can crush themselves to death with just one slap.
"Master, take your leave." The two of them turned around and left without any hesitation.
I even felt a little lucky in my heart. Fortunately, there was a habitual criminal who came out to steal the limelight. This kind of credit... should be left to this senior Sanxian.
"Friend Shen Xian."
Zhikong stood up, took out a wrinkled manuscript from his arms, and handed it to Shen Yi: "You should go too, this trip has been rewarding."
"..."
Shen Yi took the transcript without being too polite.
As the boy from the Earth Temple said, in the realm of loose immortals, it is indeed a bit unsatisfactory to hunt down evil spirits in the divine dynasty.
With Master Zhikong's character, it would be a burden for a monk of his level to stay here.
Instead of grinding and moaning here, it would be better to find a place to learn this technique as soon as possible.
He just pretended to be a policeman and got the skills to break through to the seventh level. He may never encounter such an outrageous business for the second time in his life.
"Master, take care."
Shen Yi nodded lightly, turned and left.
When the three of them walked away, Monk Zhikong felt relieved, stretched out his palms, and protected the people here with spiritual light. Then he jumped up and turned into a golden stream of light and roared towards the top of the mountain!
When he landed, he was already standing at the door of a ruined temple in the mountains.
The monk casually reached into his palm, and a long round stick fell into his palm.
He raised his left palm and saluted towards the temple. The childishness he had felt among ordinary people was completely gone in an instant. He was like a god and a Buddha: "Zhikong asked senior brother to come to Islam with me for the third time to accept the sin. This time, it's really There will be no next time.”
There was silence in the temple. After an unknown period of time, a rickety and wretched figure finally walked out.
He was also dressed as a monk, but with an ugly rat head and a very long beard, which made him look a little disgusting.
It walked slowly in front of Zhikong, raised its head, and sighed: "Look at how beautiful you are, but you are a fool if you don't go to the Immortal Court to be an official."
"Senior Brother Lingguang." Monk Zhikong tightened his grip on the long stick and took a deep breath.
In an instant, the stick struck down like thunder in the air, but stopped the moment it touched the forehead of the rat demon.
It wasn't that the monk was merciful, but the rat demon actually sat on the ground casually. Not only did he show no intention of resisting, he even put his fingers on his forehead.
"I'm so bad at walking, I really can't beat you."
"There really is no next time."
"Because you chase me one more time, I will make you feel guilty once. I want to see how many lives your shoulders can carry."
The rat demon pulled the corners of his mouth, revealing his rotten teeth, stared at Monk Zhikong with a smile, and said silently: "Stupid dog."
As the words fell, it exerted force with its five fingers and actually crushed its own head.
The entire body instantly turned into a clay sculpture and scattered all over the ground.
"..."
Monk Zhikong stared at the pile of rubble at his feet, turned around suddenly, and without saying a word, he ran down the mountain like a madman!
Chapter completed!