My Senior Brother is Too Steady

Qianyuan Mountain Jinguang Cave and Taiyi Cave.

At this moment, layers of fairy light surround him, and everything from the mountain-protecting formation to the cave-protecting formation to the sky-shielding magic formation hidden in the secret room is activated.

Taiyi Zhenren would poke his head out from time to time to take a look or two at the unusual conditions in the sky.

It looked like if they were not careful, Dao Ancestor would appear directly behind them.

"This is unreasonable."

Master Yuding whispered, looking down at Nezha who had fallen asleep in front of him, and pointed a finger on Nezha's forehead.

Yuding could certainly see that the broken scenes that emerged in Nezha's heart were all scenes of young Nezha getting along with the senior servant 'Wang Changan' when they were in Chentangguan.

Wang Changan is naturally the vest Li Changshou used back then.

Why can Nezha remember this?

Only Qi practitioners who have reached a certain level of cultivation and rely on their own Dao package can resist the memory of all living beings modified by Tao Ancestor with the power of the origin of heaven and earth.

Or like Master Yuding helping Taiyi and Duobao helping Huo Ling, they work together to resist.

Considering that Nezha and Yang Jian were gods in heaven, Master Yuding did not protect these two disciples at that time and allowed their memories of Li Changshou to be modified by Tao Ancestor.

Nezha forgot the existence of Uncle Chang'an, and Li Jing filled the gap;

Yang Jian also forgot the true heel of Taibai Jinxing. There were many shadows of Taibaijinxing in his memory, but his perception became that it was just the Jade Emperor's messenger, and it was the Jade Emperor who was arranging all this.

But hundreds of years have passed, and the memory sealed by Daozu was actually broken by Nezha...

Master Yuding carefully investigated and said, "This is indeed unreasonable."

"No, that makes sense."

Master Taiyi stood aside with his hands behind his hands and said something leisurely.

"Why?"

"Whatever you say," Taiyi Zhenren laughed sarcastically, "It's okay, just give it a try."

Jade Cauldron:......

"I wonder if this is some kind of conspiracy."

Yuding sighed, walked back to the futon beside him, sat down cross-legged, closed his eyes and meditated.

Taiyi Zhenren came close to his precious apprentice and imitated his example. He put his finger on Nezha's forehead and examined it carefully.

The real person thought about it carefully and said:

“Actually, it makes sense.

In this life, the closest person to Nezha is his Uncle Chang'an. It can also be said that his Uncle Chang'an has the deepest influence on him.

But from this point of view, the blue ripples are not reducing the memory of the creature, but sealing this impression.

Perhaps, he can find a way to restore his complete memory about 'Uncle Chang'an'. "

Master Yuding said:

"I'm afraid it's another plot. Daozu wants to make Chanjiao confront Heaven and break the teacher's eternal undefeated destiny, so he takes action against the teacher.

Now in the world, Zhunti is dead, the third uncle is imprisoned in an unknown place, the great uncle is sealed in the Zixiao Palace, the Holy Mother has long been restrained by the heavens, and the Holy Saint has lost power some time ago and has retreated to the wilderness. stage.

Only our teacher is safe and sound now. "

Yang Jian said: "Master, I don't think there should be such a scheme."

Master Taiyi smiled and sighed: "Why, do you think that the being in the sky is still afraid of being embarrassed?

Ahem... So what if Nezha recovers his memory about Uncle Chang'an.

After all, this world has become like this. The Great Sage has withdrawn and Heaven has risen. In fact, your uncle Chang'an just disagrees with your master, and this situation is their consensus.

Since this is already the case, why bother changing again. "

Master Yuding glanced at Taiyi, and Taiyi winked at Yuding.

Keep a steady hand and act for the way of heaven. If the ancestor is watching this place, there will be a better chance of survival.

The way to survive in the prehistoric times.

"How to deal with it?"

Yuding asked: "Should we let Nezha remember it, or should we seal this part of the memory again just to be on the safe side?"

"Seal it," Taiyi Zhenren said with a bit of reluctance in his eyes, and he quickly made up his mind, "It can only be sealed."

Yuding stood up and walked to Nezha's side. He tapped Nezha's forehead a few times and gently drove away the shadow that appeared on Nezha's spiritual platform.

Master Taiyi was hesitant to speak, and his eyes were a little complicated.

Yang Jian was a little disappointed on the side.

"Master, uncle, and disciples feel that this memory is extremely important to us.

This has nothing to do with right or wrong, the pattern of heaven and earth, or the dispute between great religions. At the very least, we should know what happened and what kind of disputes there were.

Right and wrong, right and wrong, there should always be an explanation. "

"What's the use of knowing this? What's the use of having an explanation?"

Taiyi shook his head and said seriously: "It doesn't change anything, it just adds to the trouble."

Yang Jian's eyes were clear and his expression was calm, and he said again:

"But if you don't even know the true face of this world, how can you say you are doing justice for heaven, and how can you act like a heavenly god?"

Master Yuding looked at his beloved disciple and said warmly: "That's fine, I'll tell you something as a teacher."

Taiyi smiled and said: "I'll add a few more layers of formation."

"Come on, Pindao."

Jade Cauldron said calmly, and circles of colorful light waves swayed from his forehead, wrapping the entire cave in the light.

Nezha, who was sleeping soundly, smacked his lips, destined not to hear these words.

Master Yuding said:

"Yang Jian, you are much more stable than Nezha. If I tell you these things, you should not lose control.

What do you want to know?

Your life experience is closely related to Nezha’s ‘Uncle Chang’an’, and your parents are both his registered disciples.

The reason why your Xuan Gong is so powerful is because 'Uncle Chang'an' has given you many benefits.

A large part of your current memory should have not been modified. The person who gave you Xuanxue, led you to heaven, and the spiritual mountain ordered to protect you was Taibai Jinxing, but it was not the will of the Jade Emperor.

When he was in heaven, the Jade Emperor mostly listened to him.

During the years when 'Uncle Chang'an' was in charge of the divine power in heaven, you, Nezha, and even the three Taoist sects were all arranged by him to the point where you could not breathe.

The person I admire most as a teacher is your Uncle Chang'an.

It was him who made the variables in you subside and gave you the opportunity to exceed your original limit. "

Yuding collected his thoughts and continued:

"Actually, the saint-killers are not Zhao Gongming and his wife, the saint-killers are Zhao Gongming and your uncle Chang'an.

And that slaying of the saint fundamentally changed the fate of the prehistoric world, so that the later Taoist ancestors had to tear off the hypocritical face they had pretended to be before, directly sent down the heavenly punishment to destroy the Jiejiao, and promoted the canonization of gods.

The scene was quite ironic.

Daozu kept saying in ancient times that Zixiao Palace would not appear in the world, but in the end he still couldn't help but show his ferocious face.

This actually shows that 'Uncle Chang'an' has almost accomplished what he wants to do, so Daozu has no regard for dignity and directly breaks his rhythm. "

Master Taiyi muttered in a low voice with some guilt:

"Junior brother, is it okay to address Dao Ancestor directly like this?"

Master Yuding said: "What the poor Taoist cultivates is the heart, which is a place that cannot be touched by the way of heaven. The way of heaven can deduce the three thousand avenues, but it cannot deduce the hearts of all living beings.

Even mortals can create bizarre worlds with their whims.

No matter how much calculation power Heaven has, it cannot predict what is in the hearts of sentient beings. He can only forcefully give thoughts and erase thoughts, that's all. "

Taiyi and Yang Jian nodded at the same time.

At this moment, there seemed to be no generational gap between them.

They sat in the golden cave of Qianyuan Mountain and listened to the story of "Uncle Chang'an" told by Master Yuding.

…

"Um--"

Lingshan, Hall of Ten Thousand Buddhas.

The Lord of Buddhism sat quietly on the throne. The dozens of feet tall golden body exuded a gentle light, and looked particularly solemn and solemn amidst the sounds of wooden fish and chanting scriptures around him.

And in the center of this golden body, similar to the mustard seed universe, there is a small house.

Taoist Duobao is sitting among the treasures at this moment, calculating how many spiritual treasures he spent to cast this great golden body, and thinking about how to lead Buddhism to prosperity in the future.

They come, the security.

Although he has been the leader for some years, he has arranged Lingshan in an orderly manner, and the Buddha's reputation is becoming more and more famous in the world.

But in the end, I am still a little uncomfortable with it.

Duobao didn't know whether it was the great uncle's magical power or the power of heaven that always affected his Taoist heart, making him sometimes almost annihilate his emotions and nature, leaving only his Taoist nature.

It should be the power of heaven.

To put it bluntly, Duobao is actually just a "lingbao person". If someone else sits in this position, the effect may be worse, but it is not irreplaceable.

Duobao smiled bitterly, summoned a 'water-condensed fairy orchid mirror', and looked at himself in the mirror.

The treasure is dignified, with curly hair, a stout body, and enlarged earlobes.

"Alas," Duobao sighed.

It's really not as cool as it used to be.

I don’t know what Master’s current situation is like, or whether all the surviving junior brothers and sisters have suffered disaster in the Three Thousand Worlds.

He will cooperate and agree to come to the West to teach and seize power. In fact, it is also Laojun's promise that he will take care of Huo Ling and the others...

Duobao has been thinking over the years that if he could have half of Junior Brother Chang Geng's strategy and half of his understanding of the Tao, he might be able to become a saint-slayer instead of a 'family thief' like the Western religion.

Boring.

At this moment, he is here, his Dharma body cannot move, and his true body cannot move. He is just like a facade of Buddhism, and it can also be regarded as the backbone of Buddhism today.

Now that the saint has not come out, Senior Brother Xuandu and Junior Brother Chang Geng of the Renjiao have left the world. Duobao is indeed one of the strongest masters, and his strength is still higher than those of the veteran experts.

It is indeed a good arrangement to have him control the Buddhist scene.

After all, it was Daozu who didn't take him as an anti-heaven seriously at all.

‘Alas, Chang Geng. ’

Duobao sighed softly and was just about to sleep for a while when he saw two figures coming from outside the main hall.

It was Manjusri and Cihang, the two ‘junior brothers and junior sisters’.

Nowadays, they are Bodhisattva masters in charge of educational affairs, and they are also celebrities who are gradually becoming famous in the ancient world.

Duobao cheered up and raised his dharma body. The golden body dozens of feet high shone with light, and his eyes slowly opened half-open.

Manjusri and Cihang entered the hall, slightly disrupting the frequency of the monks knocking on wooden fish.

Manjusri lowered his head and saluted: "Meet the Buddha."

Duobao said slowly: "What's the matter?"

"Buddha," Manjusri said, "Now there are many temples in Wubuzhou, and Xiniuhezhou is even more dotted with temples. There are countless living beings who have worshiped under my Buddhist sect.

Nowadays, Buddhist precepts continue from Western teachings. Although there are additions, they are quite insufficient.

We drafted the rules for the new Buddhist precepts and asked the Buddha to review them. "

After saying this, Manjusri slowly pushed a scroll towards Duobao and landed it in the palm of Dharmakaya.

Taoist Duobao took a few glances and felt that although these precepts were numerous, they were not a bad thing; if they could restrain the Buddhist disciples, there would be less turmoil in the world in the future.

He said: "Just promote it according to the master's method."

Manjusri smiled and said: "Follow the Buddha's decree."

Cihang on the side said again: "Buddha, although there are many Buddhist temples in Nanfangbu Continent today, these temples cannot enter the prosperous areas of Nanzhou, and the spread of Buddhism among mortals is often biased and inaccurate.

It would be better to select one or two eminent monks to spread Mahayana Buddhism in Nanzhou. This can protect the teachings and save all sentient beings. "

"This is a good matter," Duobao said warmly, "then Master Guanyin will be responsible for it."

Cihang suddenly stopped talking.

Whoever raises a problem will solve it?

This hands-off shopkeeper made it.

Duobao also felt a little embarrassed, and a little stream of light condensed in the palm of the Dharma body, turning into a few green branches, and fell into the jade bottle held in Cihang's palm.

Acquired spiritual roots, willow branches.

Giving some benefits and arranging officials will give you some confidence.

Cihang didn't have much to say, so he bowed and accepted his orders. Suddenly he remembered the instructions that the Holy Saint had given him before, and said:

"Buddha, why don't you give the poor monk one or two more helpers?"

Duobao asked: "What kind of help does Master want to use?"

"Recently, there is a rumor in Lingshan that there is always a precious light shining in the golden lotus pond..."

Before Cihang finished speaking, a golden light flew out from the center of the Buddha statue's eyebrows, and his body instantly became ten feet in size, sitting on a golden lotus platform, and appeared in front of Cihang.

A wave of majesty spread out, and was immediately concealed by Duobao.

"Baoguang? Please lead the way."

Well, it's not because of any instinctive reaction.

Cihang and Master Manjusri looked at each other, greeted each other, and led the way to the Lotus Pond at the back of Lingshan Mountain.

It is close to the place where the saint received his seclusion, so it is already sparsely populated on weekdays. As the sun gets longer, it inevitably becomes a bit deserted.

It was difficult for Duobao to leave the main hall, and he was in high spirits at this time.

Lingshan has undergone tremendous changes over the years. Palaces have been built everywhere, the entire Lingshan has been completely transformed, and even the mountain has swelled a bit.

The person responsible for this matter, Keliu Sun Fo, wanted to build the entire Lingshan Mountain into a large temple, establish it as a place for Buddha's practice, and become a holy place in the hearts of thousands of Buddhist disciples.

Not long after, Duobao, Manjusri, and Cihang arrived at the side of the treasure pool. Duobao looked at it from a distance, with the tip of his nose twitching, and just sniffed...

I was fooled and there is no treasure.

"Is this here?"

"This is it."

Cihang flicked his finger, a little treasure light circulated, and the treasure pool suddenly became transparent.

At the bottom of the pool, a golden cicada was banned at all levels, lying in the corner and trembling its wings slightly.

Duobao naturally recognized the golden cicada's heels, which were the Hongmeng ferocious beasts that were adopted as disciples of the saint, the six-winged golden cicada and the golden cicada.

Back then, he was almost killed by a bomb blast by Junior Brother Chang Geng, but was saved by a Western Saint.

——Although Duobao did not show up, he witnessed this scene through the small window created by the Four Swords of Zhu Xian next to his master.

Cihang said: "This golden cicada can be of great use."

Manjusri said: "The golden cicada has a violent temperament and is cruel and murderous. There are many capable people in our Buddhist sect, so why use it."

Cihang rarely argued with others, but this time he said firmly: "Just reshape its soul."

Duobao saw something and said slowly:

"Jin Chan is already dead. At this moment, he is relying solely on his natural talent to stay alive. How about reshaping his soul with Buddhist teachings and teaching him carefully.

Since you are here, you have a predestined relationship with my Buddhism. You can be used by Buddhism, and you can also prove the principle of turning back to the shore of the endless sea of ​​suffering. "

Manjusri muttered for a few times: "What the Buddha said is true."

Cihang inadvertently glanced at the residence where the saint was welcomed, sighed softly in his heart, and continued to discuss how to deal with Jin Chan and how to let Jin Chan play a role in the future.

Sometimes, out of kindness, she always does things that make things difficult for herself.

Soon, the three of them decided on Jin Chan's subsequent fate.

In fact, Cihang was mostly speaking, while Duobao and Manjusri were listening.

Cihang’s plan is this:

Let Jin Chan recuperate first, help Jin Chan recover his original nature and reshape his body. This process will probably take hundreds of years.

After a few hundred years, let the golden cicada appear in Lingshan. The Buddha will accept him as a disciple and provide him with a follower. Then he will find an excuse to send him into reincarnation and be reincarnated in the prosperous place of Nanfangbuzhou.

From the golden cicada traveling from east to west, he takes the initiative to bring the Mahayana Buddhism back to the Nanfangbu Continent, so that he can promote Buddhism in the place where the fate of the human race converges.

When the matter was settled, Duobao looked Cihang over a few times and asked with a smile:

"Master, do these words come from the Buddha of all ages or from the way of heaven?"

Cihang was stunned for a moment, then replied with a smile: "Isn't it different?"

Duobao smiled and said: "Indeed, it's almost the same. Then we'll proceed like this, and the master will oversee the whole process."

"yes."

Cihang agreed, his expression showing no emotion or anger, but he could not help but sigh a few times in his heart.

The future fate of Jin Chanzi was thus arranged.

It has no right to know at all.

At the same time, in the northwest of Nanfanbuzhou, there is Fangcun Mountain in Lingtai.

Li Changshou felt something in his heart. He carefully calculated with his fingers and couldn't help but raise his eyebrows.

Will Golden Chan be born in three hundred years? "The Bible Learner" has been arranged?

Um?

Isn't that the moment when the monkey returns from his studies and interacts crazily with heaven?

That's right, Jin Chanzi seems to be reincarnated not just once, but nine or ten times.

Golden Chanzi...

Li Changshou continued to meditate on the surface, but secretly began to ponder for a while.

I don’t know if the rumors about Jin Chanzi that I spread a long time ago still have any effect.