After the Li family moved away from the mountain, the practice place in the Qingdu Cave Mansion below became a place for cultivators to break through in retreat on the lake.
Li Xuanxuan came out of the palace on the top of the mountain, Li Ximing's grandson Li Zhouyi followed closely behind, his talent was really not high, he was still in the second layer of fetal breath after cultivating, Li Ximing was in retreat again, and this child could only follow Li Xuanxuan to help him.
When the old man arrived in front of the hall, a stag was kneeling in front of the hall, his fur shiny and smooth, but he was kneeling hard, and tears flowed uncontrollably in the deer's eyes.
The white ape looked from the side, his eyes quietly opened, with some sadness, while the monk Kongheng folded his hands, muttering scriptures and frowning, looking at this appearance was extremely embarrassing.
Li Xuanxuan had heard the cause and effect earlier, and the old man was rarely angry, but now he could not hide his dissatisfaction and said urgently:
"Shi Xiu? Seeing that my family is not pleasing to the eye, I just rushed to it, what kind of anger do you have with a mortal!"
Li Chenghuai stood aside, his voice was very soft, and he said helplessly:
"This matter has caused a lot of uproar, it has spread all over the towns on the east bank, everyone is in danger, no one dares to enter the mountain, and there are still many people who want to build temples, saying that they believe in the World-Honored One, so they don't have to suffer such evil."
"Ridiculous!"
Li Xuanxuan sighed, and the white ape stroked the back of the deer, and it took a long time to make a sound:
"Zhao Xie is the most stubborn, the most able to tease life, what retribution is done for fun, he doesn't understand the pain of others, and when the pain hits himself, he gets erupted, forgets compassion, forgets forgiveness, and swings a knife to defend the way."
The old ape rarely said such a long thing, and the hall suddenly fell silent, Kong Heng was uncomfortable to hear, paused, and murmured:
"Old-timer... They are also teaching people to do good, but they are too domineering... I don't think everyone is like this..."
The old ape sighed, didn't say much, just said:
"The master is right."
Li Xuanxuan looked at the stag lying on the ground and spoke:
"Since the master can't resolve it, is there any trace of the monk? Or recognize the Taoist tradition of that master, but I am afraid that if he is allowed to run amok on the lake, it will be more dangerous at that time."
Kong Heng paused and explained:
"I practice the ancient way, I can't calculate, it looks like he is also an old mage, and he has left no trace... I'm afraid it's hard to find."
"As for the Taoist system."
Kong Heng had a lot of certainty now, and said softly:
"I see that his behavior should be a certain of the seven paths, which is more ancient, and he has neither given killing precepts nor casting any spells, and his behavior is quite orthodox."
"Oh?"
Li Xuanxuan was slightly relieved, if it was Yan Shi who repaired the head in his belly like Murong Xia, it would be a mouth crossing to melt away half of the town, and if he didn't find out, it would be extremely harmful.
"Which ones are the right path?"
Kong Heng nodded and said:
"Back to the old man, the precepts and penance and the great admiration of the Dharma realm are quite upright, and they resonate with my Tao, and there is also a family... Be... It is the one that purifies the world of anger, and it can be regarded as the right path..."
Li Xuanxuan was startled when he heard this, and the old man frowned and said:
"Anger is also considered a pure world?"
"Exactly."
Kong Heng whispered:
"Those monks in the barren mountains and wild temples are not counted, the rules of several famous temples that were angry in the past are quite strict, although they are paranoid and stubborn, but they advocate the exorcism of demons, which is the right way..."
Li Xuanxuan was silent for a moment, shook his head and said:
"That is 80% anger, not to mention a hundred years, and a thousand years will not be clean!"
"A wrath..."
After hearing this, Kong Heng recited several scriptures repeatedly, showing some embarrassment, and replied in a low voice:
"My lord... Anger is not easy to deal with, if it is the wild monks who come to the barren mountains and wild temples, it is fine, but if it is really this one, such an act must be a big temple..."
He was very worried and said softly:
"It is said that after the fall of the [Angry Four Demon Emperors]... Anger is a great loss of strength, these gates and temples have been closed and no longer out, and almost all the mages outside have fallen, but don't have pity..."
"[Angry Four Demon Emperors] fell, pity can be said to be eight or nine out of strength, but it is also not something that a mage can afford."
Li Xuanxuan was silent, waited for a quarter of an hour, Chen Yuan quickly came up, clenched his fists and bowed in the hall, and said in a deep voice:
"Ladies and gentlemen, there is a mage waiting outside the peak!"
Li Xuanxuan was frightened, and quickly sent Li Chenghuai over, and said in a hurried voice:
"You go to Wushan quickly! Let's see if Xi Ming is in retreat to a critical moment, if it's okay, ask him to come over quickly! I'm afraid it's troublesome!"
Li Chenghuai nodded and went down sharply, Kong Heng saw that the old man was in such a hurry, so he hurriedly comforted him and said:
"This person came to ask like this, it may not be an enemy, the old man sit down for a while, and it would be better for me and the white ape senior to deal with it first..."
Li Xuanxuan had no other way, except for Li Ximing in retreat, the only thing left in the family was the white ape and the empty balance, the old ape was not strong, and the only one who was really reliable was the empty balance, so he had to nod.
Li Xuanxuan responded, Kong Heng walked out of the hall quickly, the old ape followed silently, Kong Heng said softly:
"I don't know if the person who came is an enemy or a friend, at least a Buddhist cultivator, I'll go out and test one or two first, and the old-timers will wait in the formation."
The white ape nodded slightly, and when he reached the outside of the formation, Kong Heng rode the wind and saw an old monk standing on the surface of the sparkling lake.
The old monk was full of wrinkles, holding a stick in his hand, his face was calm, and he was wearing a dark yellow robe, exposing most of his arms.
The dark yellow cassock on his body faintly appeared strings of circular runes, shining like scales under the light, and the long stick hung on his hand, showing a jade white color all over.
He didn't say a word, stood silently, there was already a circle of monks around him, all trembling and not daring to be angry.
Kong Heng landed on the lake, and the surrounding monks breathed a sigh of relief, and dispersed with a bang, and the leader An Siwei leaned over and said respectfully:
"Master... This person stepped on the rotten wood by the lake as a boat and rowed all the way."
Kong Heng took a slight look, and then realized that this person was stepping on a dead wood on the soles of his feet, standing on the lake with this thing, his expression was very serious, he opened his eyes, and his voice was thick:
"The master is the Northern World-Honored Taoist!"
Before Kong Heng could speak, he was so embarrassed that he was so embarrassed, and said politely:
"I can't be a master, the little monk is empty, and he is a teacher at Liaohe Temple."
"Liaohe Temple?"
The old monk obviously didn't have a good temper, his eyes opened, the scales of his robe were shining, his tone was quite harsh, and he said in a deep voice:
"The master's Taoism is profound and authentic, everyone envies him, how can we forget the evil of extravagance, we monks measure the world with our feet, how do we learn to practice high and high, isn't it the desire for pleasure!"
This person turned a person into a deer for no reason, and Kong Heng's question was not asked yet, but he was stunned by him, and frowned:
"It's not good to be high and high, the old-timers are serious."
The old monk let him go, snorted, and said in a deep voice:
"North Demon Temple, hidden box."
"It is indeed an angry Taoist system..."
Kong Heng chuckled in his heart, and suddenly felt that something was wrong, so he could only bite the bullet and bow in return, and said softly:
"I don't know why the senior came here..."
Fu Xia responded coldly, as if he was amused by him and almost laughed out loud, and only whispered:
"Master Kongheng... Do you really don't understand or pretend not to understand... You and I are both people who understand the Tao, so don't talk nonsense! Are you a monk of the Northern World-Honored Dao?"
The politeness on his original face also faded, and he even had doubts about the identity of the person in front of him, and said coldly, Kong Heng paused for a moment, and was no longer polite to him, and said in a deep voice:
"What is the good way for the seniors to turn people into deer and practice this evil method of creating animals? ! I have only heard of the North Demon Temple to subdue demons and exorcise demons, but I have never heard of such evil methods!"
When Fuxiang was asked by him, a copper-colored brilliance suddenly appeared in his eyes, and his face also turned into the color of gold paint, his voice was low, suppressing his anger, and he gritted his teeth and said:
"Evil law of animal creation? This is the way of reincarnation! He killed the deer for his own selfish desires, which was no different from killing a person, and turning him into a deer, it was still because he had not been educated and punished lightly!"
The air balance cuffs were windless and automatic, and a hazy golden light also appeared behind him, his voice had some strong Sanskrit voices, and he said in a deep voice:
"He killed the deer to save his wife, you turned him into a deer, and his wife was already poor and sick in bed, so she died... He killed the deer, but you harmed people!"
When Fu Xiang heard his words, he knew that he valued people more than beasts, and did not respect the doctrine of equality of all living beings, so he became furious, not only covered with gold paint, but also a little bright lines appeared, and shouted:
"Fanatic! Let me ask you! He was poor, and his wife was bedridden... Whose fault is it? Whose is it not? How dare you talk nonsense here!"
His voice was already rolling like thunder, shaking the surrounding monks to flee as if they were fleeing, and those who were a little slower had already sprayed blood from both ears, staggering, Kong Heng saw it in his eyes, his hands were sealed, and the golden light shook behind him.
"Clang!"
A six-armed Vajra drilled up in the golden light behind him, the huge horizontal patterned golden face flashed red, his eyes widened, and his six arms held the golden chain, covering the sky like a spider's web, casting a golden curtain to protect the cultivators.
Kong Heng gritted his teeth and said:
"Whose can this be? He was poor because his father was good at gambling and lost his family wealth, and his wife was bedridden, but he was unlucky and ill-fated.
Fuxian was stunned for a moment, as if he had heard something extremely funny, and a burst of wild laughter erupted from the back of his throat, the long stick in his hand glowed with dazzling colors, and he said coldly:
"What a bad luck, what an ill-fated fate, let me tell you!"
The long stick in his hand rushed into the sky like a white rainbow, crashing into a golden lock, making a crisp and loud vibration, and Fuxiang said angrily:
"He lives on the territory of the Li family behind you, but he has lived a very poor life, that is the sin of your Li family! All tragedies are caused by your Li family! You still want to push it on my head!"
"His wife was killed by your Li family, and he turned to harm other living beings, and I turned him into a deer for the sake of his murder... I haven't settled the score with your Li family yet!"
This sound stunned Kong Heng, so that the golden chains in the air stopped, and the hot white light hit him, making him snort, only to feel that Mount Tai was pressing down and it was difficult to breathe.
He felt his whole body boiling with mana, and spat out a few words from his mouth:
"Crooked door!"
The monk in front of him did not put his mind on fighting with him, his eyes were full of anger, he suppressed him with a stick in one hand, and said in a cold voice:
"There are no temples, no tenants, no Buddhist teachings, no education, but the land is divided by household... Let individuals drift with their own destiny... There must be tragedy... Seeing that people are indifferent to the rights and wrongs of people rising and falling, and you still say it's not your fault?"
"If the people practice the teachings of the Dharma and return the land, and the people are tenants of the temple, and the people can only cultivate the land for themselves and practice, and they have bliss in their hearts, so the more they suffer, the closer they get to the World-Honored One, how can there be a reason for poverty? How can there be a reason why we have to hunt? There are many Buddhist monks in charge, where will his wife still get sick?"
The anger in Fu Xia's eyes seemed to materialize, and he erupted aggressively from his eyes, holding the stick in one hand to calm Kongheng, and suddenly raised his hand, summoning a dazzling golden light.
"My Taoist and Dharma appearance was harmed by these villains of the immortal path, and I fell short, my strength was seventy or eighty, and I had nowhere to borrow the magic... I can deal with you people... It's still more than enough!"
The golden light in his hand jumped up like a poisonous snake and drilled towards Kong Heng, Kong Heng's heart was full of alarm signs, his eyes instantly turned into a piece of gold, emitting colorful light, and floated down from the lake like rain.
This colorful light was quite peculiar, the lotus flowers on the lake it passed through, the sound of the scriptures resounded, the five-colored light surged up like a fountain, the white stick in Fu Xian's hand dimmed, and the golden chain took the opportunity to pull out and protect it on Kongheng's body.
"[Dahua Light Technique]..."
This colorful light fell on him like rain, and Fuxia looked furious and said fiercely:
"People who have such clever spells but submit to the immortal path!"
These words echoed over the lake, Kong Heng's heart was hot when he heard it, gritted his teeth, and pinched his spell to cast a spell, the golden chain became thicker and thicker, but he did not dare to act rashly, for fear of being suppressed by the white light.
Seeing that he didn't react, Fuxia paused slightly, and said in a deep voice:
"These immortal cultivators are seeking self-cultivation, how can they have the people in their hearts? As long as the practitioners enter the world, they will inevitably build layers of immortal peaks, and cunning and insidious schemes will emerge one after another! The interests of the people are entangled, and their hearts are full of dust, and it is difficult to have a good person..."
"Only I explain that all beings are equal, all are temple tenants, all are united in oneness, suffering and joy, only thinking of truth, goodness, and beauty, no officials, no leaders, and no need to be tortured by fate and run around!"
"You are a guest minister under the immortal cultivator, and you are indifferent to all this! Empty balance! You are ashamed of the Northern World-Honored One..."
Before he finished speaking, he only heard a burst of thunder in the air, and a strong bright light condensed in the air, and a huge city wall with sky light emerged, exquisite and simple, like Mount Tai pressing on the top, shining a huge golden reflection on the lake.
Fu Xiafu was angry again, his eyes were like copper, bathed in the overwhelming light, shining on him like a golden statue, and said coldly:
"I discuss with my peers, who are you? How dare you interfere!"
Mingguan in front of him slowly enlarged in his pupils, but he heard a cold voice like thunder:
"Fuck your damn bald donkey! On your plague dog!"