Chapter 129: Are You Worthy of Saving Me?
"I only have one warning. If you don't want to join Buddhism, stay away from these monks. Don't have too much contact with them. Buddhism is very deep and difficult to guess!"
The mountain god gave a warning that he would never give under normal circumstances, even though there was an unpredictable old monk preaching not far away.
Because He knew where the opportunities for the sentient beings in these mountains came from and from whom they came. When He was seeking the way and the Dharma, He did not see any kind-hearted old monk who could preach to Him.
Of course, he could just keep silent and accept these benefits. After all, the old monk who passed down the Dharma would not care, as he had already been prepared to pay.
However, this action went against his original intention and was not in line with His wishes, which made Him feel uncomfortable and his mood was difficult to calm down. So, even though He knew there was a risk of offending others, He still said these words.
"Thank you for the warning from the mountain god. I naturally don't want to join the Buddhist sect, nor do I want to have any contact with these bald donkeys. But someone tried to kidnap my dog in front of me, and I can't just ignore it. Even if I have to put a sword on his neck, I have to take my dog back!"
Feng Qing'an turned around and bowed earnestly to the mountain god in front of him to express his gratitude.
"Then go ahead, sir!"
Glancing at the simple long sword hanging on Feng Qing'an's waist, the mountain god chuckled.
I don't know if the old monk has cultivated some kind of golden body of Buddhism, but even if he has, it may not be able to withstand the edge of this sword.
"Um!"
The young man turned around and walked forward, passing by mice, rabbits, tigers, wolves, roe deer and deer that were quietly listening to the Dharma, in the not-so-big mountain, but the Buddhist sounds echoing in every corner of the forest. He walked to the Black Mountain, which stood in the best position like a small building, immersed in the Zen sounds.
"Why don't you wake up? How long are you going to stay here?"
Feng Qing'an kicked Heishan's hind legs hard in frustration. He had been training hard in the Netherworld for so long, but he couldn't stand being scolded by an old monk.
Awooo~
The scolding from Soul Contract, coupled with the slight pain in his body, suddenly woke up Heishan, who was chasing the golden wheel and exploring the secrets inside. When he lowered his head, he happened to see Feng Qing'an, who was staring at him expressionlessly.
Awooo~
Heishan whimpered, and in an instant he remembered the whole cause and effect, realizing how shameful his action just now was. So, the angry and humiliated wolf cast a fierce look at the old monk.
"Shut up and stop howling!"
Looking at the birds and animals in the mountains around the old monk who were listening to the Buddhist scriptures with fascination, Feng Qing'an kicked Heishan on the hind legs again and scolded him in the soul contract.
He may not like the Buddhist scriptures, and Heishan may not listen to them, because they all have their own perfect methods of practice, but they cannot ruin the opportunities of the sentient beings in these mountains.
For these birds and beasts, this is a supreme opportunity to change their future destiny. Feng Qingan has already understood this from the mountain god. Among those who are listening to the Dharma, there may be little goblins who are like the mountain god, seeking the Dharma but cannot find it anywhere.
"Come with me!"
Feng Qing'an glanced at the old monk who was sitting cross-legged among the flowers and plants, with Buddha's light surrounding him. The old monk also looked up, looked at him, smiled at him, and continued to turn the rosary in his hand and preach.
It seemed that there was no surprise or astonishment at his arrival. Feng Qingan, as a human being, was also regarded as one of the living creatures in the mountains, and was treated equally.
Although he didn't want to have anything to do with Buddhism, when Feng Qing'an saw the old monk in such a posture, he couldn't help but admire in his heart that he was indeed a high monk.
Woo~
An almost inaudible whimper emanated from Heishan's throat, and its huge body instantly transformed into a wolfhound that was just taller than Feng Qing'an's waist when it squatted.
"go back!"
Feng Qing'an did not awaken the wolf demons that were addicted to the Zen sounds. Since the mountain god said that there was nothing wrong with the Buddhist practice taught by the old monk, he let them continue to listen. It would be great to see the benefits go to waste.
Although the practice methods of Buddhism are all aimed at salvation, and one must eventually become a monk after practicing, one must also reach a certain level of attainment to achieve this, as Buddhism does not require everything.
It is not that you can enter Buddhism just by practicing Buddhism. If you want to be a monk, you must have real skills to prove yourself, otherwise people will not accept you as a waste.
Feng Qing'an felt that, without his intervention, it was unlikely that these hundreds of wolf demons would be able to cultivate themselves to a level that would be coveted by the Buddhist sect.
On the contrary, Heishan, who possesses the qualifications of a demon king, is definitely the object of this monk's envy. Not to mention the Buddhist sect, even if the immortal cultivators saw him, they would still want him.
So, Feng Qing'an led Heishan back the original way. He was even prepared to be stopped by the old monk, so he kept his hand on the hilt of the sword at his waist, ready to draw the sword at any time.
He was feeling very aggrieved now. If the old monk dared to be unreasonable, he would let the old monk know what the truth was!
However, until Feng Qing'an and Heishan had completely gone away and even the Buddhist music could no longer be heard, the old monk did not make any move to stop them.
But Feng Qing'an did not see that after he and Heishan really left, the old monk who had been preaching calmly suddenly broke out in a sweat, soaking his linen clothes, and he looked as wet as if he had been fished out of the water.
This strange phenomenon only lasted for a short moment on the old monk's body. The birds and beasts listening around were so engrossed in the Zen sound that they did not notice it. In the next moment, all the water vapor on the old monk's body evaporated, and he returned to the appearance of a calm and composed monk.
Although the main characters had all left, the old monk did not stop until the sun was high in the sky, when he finished reading a volume of scriptures. The birds and beasts woke up as if from a dream, and came back to their senses in the lingering Zen atmosphere.
"Today's lecture ends here. You may return home. If there is a chance for you to join me in the future, you can become my disciple !"
The monk had a kind face and the birds and animals did not fight at all. The remaining Buddhist music made it difficult for them to have the urge to kill. Even though they were starving, they did not kill the food that was within reach nearby.
Although all the birds and beasts had dispersed, some still stayed where they were, unwilling to leave. But the old monk didn't want to talk anymore, and his figure flashed, and then disappeared in the sunlight like flowers in the mirror and water.
“The scripture is well spoken!”
Not far away, the elegant scholar in green who was listening with his hands behind his back suddenly spoke.
"Amitabha!"
The old monk appeared behind the scholar and chanted a Buddhist name.
"It is my great honor to be praised by the mountain god!"
"It's a pity that I still want to express myself. With only one scroll of scriptures, it's hard to achieve the desired result!"
"For an enlightened being, one volume of scripture is enough! For the birds and beasts in the mountains, one volume of scripture can awaken their wisdom, which is also enough. Unfortunately, for you, the mountain god, one volume of scripture is of no use to you!"
"good!"
The mountain god nodded in acknowledgement. Although the scripture was good, it was of little use to him now. He only appeared here because he was the mountain god.
"If the mountain god wants to read the whole text, he can enter my Bodhi Temple. My temple has the whole volume of the "Sura of the Holy King of the Wheel", as well as the "Great Sun Sutra" and the "Ninno Sutra"..."
"I am with this mountain, but I cannot enter Buddhism!"
Before the old monk could finish his words, he was interrupted by the elegant scholar in blue robe, who made his attitude clear.
"Buddha is everywhere. If the mountain god is willing, I can build a temple in the mountain!"
The old monk did not give up. He had been to many places and had an extraordinary vision. He could see that the mountain god in front of him was completely different from ordinary mountain gods. If he could be brought into the temple, he would be able to add a guardian deity with extraordinary combat power to the temple.
Although he was startled just now, it did not disturb his mind. Although the mountain god in front of him was not his target for coming here, it was also an unexpected gain. If he could win him over, Bodhi Temple would have a real foothold in Dajin.
“This mountain doesn’t need a temple!”
The mountain god's face was colder. His meaning was very clear. If the monk still didn't know what was good for him and kept pestering him, then don't blame him for being rude.
"Since the mountain god has no intention, then let's forget about this matter. However, there is one thing I need to ask the mountain god for advice on!"
"But you can tell me!"
"The mountain god seems to be biased against my Buddhist sect?"
The old monk was still calm, with a smile on his wrinkled face, but the Buddha beads in his hand changed color quietly, and his simple monk's robes turned into a bright red cassock, on which were hung Ruyi beads, Dust-repelling beads, and Wind-calming beads, as well as red agate, purple coral, and relics.
"If I really had a prejudice against Buddhism, I wouldn't have kept you here to preach!"
The mountain god did not even notice the changes in the old monk, and acted as if he was blind.
"Then I am quite confused. Why would the mountain god defame our Buddhism in front of that second young master?"
The old monk's smile had disappeared at some point, and a staff appeared in his hand. The string of rotating Buddhist beads had turned red, and there seemed to be evil spirits struggling and roaring in them.
"I'm just telling the truth, how can you slander me?"
Even though he knew that what he had just said to Feng Qingan had been heard by the old monk, the mountain god didn't care. As the god of a mountain, how could he not even have the qualifications to tell the truth? This old monk was good, but he was not worthy of His fear.
"The mountain god really has a deep misunderstanding of my Buddhism. Since he is unwilling to take the initiative to enter my Bodhi Temple, I have no choice but to be rude and force the mountain god to enter my temple and read the Buddhist scriptures to explain his fallacy."
The old monk threw the rosary in his hand, and the big red Buddhist beads exploded. The phantom of the demon that was easy to manifest before, at this moment turned into twelve real ugly and ferocious demons, surrounded by blood and evil. When they appeared, they landed on the place where they stood, and the grass and trees withered, and all life was lost.
"Is Buddha everywhere? 1,500 years ago, I sought the Dharma. When my life span was running out and I was getting old, why didn't I see Buddha? Invite me to the temple to read the Buddhist scriptures? 1,000 years ago, I traveled the mountains for a hundred years but didn't make any progress. Why didn't you come and invite me?"
Although the mountain god was asking questions, his expression became more and more indifferent. He didn't even look at the demon that was showing its fangs and claws. He just turned around and looked at the old monk who no longer had any trace of simplicity.
"Amitabha, mountain god, you have fallen into karma, you need to chant Buddhist scriptures to resolve it..."
Boom——
In broad daylight, thunder struck from the sky, a symbol of the strongest and most masculine power of heaven and earth. With just one strike, the twelve evil demons surrounding the mountain god were instantly annihilated. The plants that had been withered by the evil spirit of the demons were all restored at this moment, without a single leaf being hurt!
The green lightning that fell from the sky choked the old monk's unspoken words in his throat. He looked at the green-robed gentleman in front of him in astonishment, because he did not feel any flow of magic power or change in the earth's energy, but just the sudden thunder from the sky.
"I don't need to worship your Buddha, let alone read any Buddhist scriptures!"
In Feng Qing'an's impression, the ethereal and otherworldly scholar in green had remained largely unchanged, but his black jade eyes had now turned into golden vertical pupils, staring at the old monk with supreme majesty, like a dragon looking down at the ants in the mortal world.
Just by looking at it, the many precious beads and spiritual objects inlaid on the seven-treasure cassock on the old monk exploded one after another, and the staff in his hand broke and exploded on the spot, turning into a short stick. The old monk turned back to his original simple and unpretentious appearance, but looked a little more pitiful and ridiculous.
"God of the Mountain Granted by Heaven?! This is impossible!"
The old monk looked at the short stick in his hand in disbelief. Although he had expected that the mountain god was extremely extraordinary, he did not expect him to be so extraordinary.
He had seen at least eight hundred mountain and river gods, if not a thousand. However, the only one who could make him so embarrassed and lose his Zen mind was the one in front of him.
He had never seen such a god. The gods of mountains and rivers in this world were almost all successful cultivators, or powerful monsters and demons who occupied the veins of the earth or controlled the veins of water.
He had only heard that in ancient times , or even in the more distant ancient times, there were sacred mountains that contained divine spirits, but such innate sacredness had long disappeared and only existed in ancient books.
The one before him was definitely not a god born from the mountains. His path was the true path of the gods of the earth, without the aid of incense or magic power, but was granted by heaven.
"I will spare your life today because you have helped to awaken the spiritual wisdom of the people on this mountain. If you dare to offend me again in the future, I will send you to the Pure Land of Buddhism in advance. Don't say I didn't warn you!"
"I accept your teachings. I thank the mountain god for not killing me. Please forgive me for my unintentional offense!"
The old monk was truly humble at this moment. Even though the mountain god had disappeared before him, he repeatedly bowed to the place where the mountain god had originally stood.
After not receiving any response, the old monk left the mountain at the speed of wind. Only after entering a temple where popularity was growing did he heave a sigh of relief and temporarily put his mind at ease.
However, after taking a look at his own embarrassed posture, he couldn't help but smile bitterly.
"Five hundred years of accumulation, now gone in an instant because of a careless remark! It is truly a sin, good! Good!"
But after all, he was a monk with profound cultivation. He did not feel sad for long because his Buddhist treasures were completely destroyed. Instead, he could not help but sigh.
“This place is indeed worthy of being the birthplace of the Fengzhou governor. It is full of spiritual essence. His brother is just as I expected, with great wisdom But I never expected that there would be such a mountain god here.
This matter is beyond my power to decide, I should report it to the abbot and ask all my fellow monks to come here!"
