Chapter 503: Yellow mud is originally filthy, but it falls into the pond and becomes a lotus
"Oh no! That giant snake is heading towards the lotus!"
"Old senior, you...how can you cheat?"
Xiaotang became extremely anxious when she saw this scene and shouted loudly at the old beggar.
The old beggar held his earwax and said impatiently, "I said that if the yellow mud turns into a lotus, I will tell you about Sanle, but I didn't say that I won't try to stop it."
"If you don't have the skills, don't take on the job. If Master Li can't even beat an old beggar, then you should go home right away. Otherwise, you'll be looking for shit in the toilet!"
Xiaotang wanted to say more, but Li Daoxuan waved his hand to stop her.
"Senior, you are right. If that is the case, then I am sorry for the offense."
Li Daoxuan waved his sleeves and a white streak fell into the water. It swelled when it met water, and its scales and claws flew up. In an instant, it became a majestic white snake.
White dragon in the sleeve!
Xiaobai is a naturally occurring alien species, and Li Daoxuan has been using the dragon-raising secret technique to refine his bloodline for many years. Now he has the potential to transform into a dragon, with two crystal clear dragon horns on his head, which makes him look extraordinary and magical.
roar!
The black dragon felt a huge threat in an instant and roared a warning at the white snake.
Xiaobai was not afraid at all, and acted like the bravest of two men who met in a narrow road. He used his magical power of controlling water to rush towards the black dragon, and his body was as fast as lightning.
The black and white dragons fought each other in the water, causing huge waves.
They first sank into the pool, stirring up the silt, making the water surface turbid and turbulent, and then suddenly rushed out of the pool and flew into the sky, with the sound of dragon roars continuing.
It was a bright day under a blue sky and a vast sea of clouds. Two huge figures could be vaguely seen tumbling and fighting in it. From time to time, a dragon's tail would swoop out of the clouds and appear for a moment.
After about a cup of tea, a mournful cry was heard from the sea of clouds.
A black dragon fell from the sky and landed in front of the old beggar. His body was covered with wounds and he was dying. Many of his originally fine scales had been bitten off, and he looked very miserable.
Xiaobai turned into a streak of light and flew into Li Daoxuan's sleeve, making a proud neighing sound.
Unharmed!
Li Daoxuan touched its icy jade-like body to show encouragement.
"What a white dragon in the sleeve! This white snake has great talent. Master Li is indeed a man of great fortune. It's really enviable."
The old beggar was amazed. With his amazing eyesight, how could he not see how powerful the white snake was?
This snake is only at the Yin God level, but it has such power. If it waits for a few hundred more years, wouldn't it become a demon king that roams the world?
He seemed to have seen the scene of huge waves and flooding the world in the future, but fortunately, the snake had been subdued by Li Daoxuan, and as long as Li Daoxuan was not dead, it would not harm the human race.
"The straw sandals turned into a black dragon. Senior, your great ability to transform decay into magic makes me admire you."
"Haha, no need to flatter me. Straw sandals are just straw sandals after all. They can't turn into real dragons. Otherwise, it wouldn't have lost."
The old beggar stretched out his bare right foot, and then the dying black dragon turned into straw sandals again and wore them on his feet, but many parts of them were badly damaged and looked even more worn out.
"But don't be happy yet, the lotus hasn't bloomed yet."
The old beggar walked to the front of the pond and saw that under the magic of the little flower god, the lotus flowers transformed from yellow mud had grown into buds and were about to bloom.
He picked up a piece of grass and poked it into his nostrils.
"Ah...ah...ah...ah-choo!"
The old beggar sneezed suddenly, and all of a sudden the wind howled, the sky was covered with dark clouds, and heavy rain poured down, shattering the lotus flowers that were about to bloom in the pond.
Under the violent storm, no lotus could escape, all the leaves were withered and the flowers were withered, falling into the mud.
The little flower goddess was also drenched, her hair was wet. She bit her lips, tears of grievance, and looked at Li Daoxuan pitifully.
"Daddy, this is a bad guy, beat him!"
She flew into Li Daoxuan's arms, wiped the raindrops off her face with her Taoist robe, then waved angrily at the old beggar, deliberately looking fierce.
However, the old beggar suddenly made a face at her, which frightened her so much that she quickly shrank into her father's collar. It was a long time before she dared to show her timid eyes.
"Hahaha!"
The old beggar laughed and said, "This little guy is much more timid than your mother."
He waved his hand and was about to turn and leave.
"Master Li, it seems that the old beggar is still better after all. Don't get involved in Luoyang's affairs. Go back and practice for a few more years."
Li Daoxuan didn't say anything, but just looked at the withered lotus quietly.
There was a trace of anxiety in Xuanzang's eyes . This old senior might know why his master turned into a demon fetus. Perhaps he also had a way to save his master. He simply couldn't watch him leave.
"Senior, wait a minute!"
The old beggar ignored him and even quickened his pace.
However, the next moment, he suddenly stopped, let out a light exclamation, and looked at the lotuses.
I saw countless tiny green dots floating among the surrounding grass and trees, rushing towards the withered lotus flowers.
The strong wind stopped and turned into a gentle warm breeze.
The rainstorm dissipated, and the golden sunlight pierced through the dark clouds and shone on the lotus flowers.
Beautiful lotus flowers are in full bloom, some are white, some are red, with bright colors and graceful postures. As the breeze blows by, they bring wisps of elegant fragrance.
The scene was as beautiful as a painting, which made Xiaotang and Xuanzang excited.
"The lotus blossomed, the lotus is alive, we won!"
She jumped and danced, very happy for Xuanzang.
The old beggar turned around and stared at Li Daoxuan, saying: "You have just entered the Yang God realm, but you have been able to cultivate the Great Five Elements Escape Technique to this level. You are truly a young man to be feared."
"It seems that the rumors are true. Qingyi and you have a close relationship. She even passed on this magical power to you, which shows her trust in you. This time, the old beggar deserves to lose."
Li Daoxuan clasped his fists and smiled, "It was just luck."
He was not being modest. Luck was indeed an element of victory in this fight.
If the Little Flower God could not turn the yellow mud into lotus seeds, no matter how powerful his Great Five Elements Escape Technique was, he would not be able to create something out of nothing and make the yellow mud bloom and bear fruit.
Without the little flower god given by his senior sister, he would not have been able to win this competition.
"Winning is winning. How can there be any luck or no luck?"
The old beggar said impatiently: "I am willing to admit defeat and can tell you about Sanle, but..."
His eyes rolled and a meaningful smile appeared on his ugly old face.
"The old beggar doesn't want to talk here. If you want to listen, just follow me."
After he finished speaking, a ray of golden light flew out from the top of his head and went straight into the sky, while the old beggar's body did not move, and he did not even blink, like a sculpture.
Out of Yangshen!
Li Daoxuan did not hesitate at all. His soul escaped from his body and turned into a bright golden light, rushing into the sky and chasing after the old beggar.
The sea of clouds was vast, and the old beggar stood above the sky, looking at Li Daoxuan with a smile.
"Master Li is so brave. I didn't expect you to dare to chase me."
"Although you have a strange personality, you are not a bad person. In fact, the reason why you did not want to reveal the news about Master Sanle and set the test was not because you were deliberately making things difficult for us, but because you were worried that we would be in danger."
Li Daoxuan stood with his hands behind his back, his eyes clear and bright.
He had already figured out the old beggar's character. This person was a typical person who was tough on the outside but soft on the inside. He actually recognized Xuanzang from the beginning, and then deliberately said that he would kill Sanle's disciple with a palm, with the purpose of scaring Xuanzang away.
Also, before, at the gate of the White Horse Temple, the people threw yellow mud at him, but such a great monk in the Yangshen realm was not angry at all, and did not retaliate secretly.
Sure enough, the person who could be entrusted by Master Sanle couldn't be that bad.
"Yellow mud is originally filthy, but it falls into the pond and becomes a lotus. Senior, I have passed your test. I wonder if you can tell me the details of Master Sanle now?"
"No hurry, no hurry!" The old beggar rubbed his hands, his eyes showing some excitement.
"I had too many concerns in the previous competitions, which were like scratching an itch with a shoe, and it was not fun at all. I finally met a person like you, so I will accompany this old beggar to have a good fight first!"
Obviously, when the old beggar met Li Daoxuan, he was excited and wanted to take advantage of him.
The previous fights could only stop there, otherwise the battle between the Yang Gods would be so loud and eye-catching, and would even destroy the mountains and rivers. Now that the old beggar has come out of the Yang God and arrived above the nine heavens, he just wants to have a hearty fight.
Li Daoxuan smiled bitterly and said, "Senior, do we have to fight?"
"Hey, Master Li, are you scared?"
Li Daoxuan shook his head and said, "If that's the case, then I'm sorry."
"Hahaha, if you want to offend me, don't hold back, use all your magical powers. I haven't been beaten for a long time. I really miss it!"
Li Daoxuan: “…”
The old beggar pointed at his own face and said with a smile: "If you can beat the old beggar into a pig head today, I will tell you everything about Sanle. If you have the guts, come and beat me up. Don't be like a eunuch without balls, who is so sissy that he doesn't even feel pain when he hits people!"
Li Daoxuan clenched his fists. This senior didn't have a bad heart, but his mouth... really deserved a beating!
"Come here!"
boom!
The Samadhi True Fire gushed out, covering the sky and the earth, burning the clouds red, like a second scorching sun.
"Perm, perm, perm...my hair!"
"You little brat, how come your first move is the Samadhi True Fire!!!"
…
White Horse Temple, in a Zen temple.
A white-bearded monk was sitting in front of Changle, teaching her the "Lingyan Sutra".
He was the elder who passed on the teachings of the White Horse Temple. Under the order of the abbot Huitong, he preached the sutras to the little boy in order to guide him to enlightenment and to convert to the Three Jewels.
"The bodhisattva who dwells in the Shurangama Samadhi does not seek wealth but gives alms. He freely gives away all the treasures, food, clothing, elephants, horses, and chariots in the universe, the seas, the heavens, and the human world..."
The old monk was very absorbed in his speech, as if he was fascinated.
Changle sat upright on a cushion, his hands in the meditation mudra, looking dignified and solemn, as if he had some understanding of the principles of the Buddhist scriptures.
The old monk was very satisfied with Changle's performance. This boy was indeed very intelligent and a natural genius in Buddhism. He used to make a lot of noise, but now he could gain enlightenment after listening to his lectures.
Of course, it is not ruled out that he spoke well.
"Little donor, I will stop here for today. The Shurangama Sutra is also known as the Shurangama Sutra. It is profound and mysterious. If you want to comprehend it, you can't rush it."
Changle opened his eyes, clasped his hands together and said, "Thank you for your guidance, Master. I understand."
Seeing that the other party was neither arrogant nor impatient, but calm and respectful, the old monk was even more satisfied. He nodded and said, "I have good news for you. In a few days, Master Huitong will personally accept you as his disciple. He has even decided on a Dharma name for you: Jingzhen."
"Being able to become the direct disciple of Master Huitong is a blessing you have earned in your previous life, and it is also a fate with my Buddhist sect. I believe your father and brothers will also be happy for you."
Changle lowered her head, her lips trembling slightly, as if she was a little excited to hear the good news.
The old monk smiled and said, "Okay, I will leave now. You should practice well here and copy the scriptures I have spoken today ten times."
"yes."
Changle clasped his hands together and said humbly.
After the old monk locked the door and left, she suddenly raised her head with a look of indignation.
"You stinky monk, how dare you put me under house arrest!"
"You're still preaching, and you're talking too much. Even the turtle in the pond can preach better than you!"
"How dare you ask me to copy the scriptures? When Master comes back, I will beat you to a pulp!"
…
When she was tired of scolding, she held her little face in her hands, sighed softly, and a hint of sadness appeared in her bright black eyes.
Master...where are you?
Have you forgotten Changle...
There were many warrior monks guarding the courtyard, making it airtight. She had no way of escaping. In order to avoid being constantly persuaded by those monks like flies in her ears, she pretended to be obedient and waited for her master to come and save her.
But who knew that half a day had passed and the master had not returned yet.
Did something happen to Master?
As soon as this idea came to her mind, she rejected it. The master was invincible in the world. Even if all the monks in the White Horse Temple were combined, they would not be a match for the master. He must have been delayed temporarily by something.
Well, that must be it!
"Master, please come and save Changle as soon as possible. Changle misses you..."
"Master, if you don't save Changle, these monks will shave my head..."
"Master, if you dare to forget Changle, I...I will never make nectar cake for you again."
The little girl squatted the corner, imagining the scene of herself being shaved and becoming a nun. Her nose felt sore and pearly tears almost fell.
Although she was the eldest princess and was smart and intelligent, she was only a nine-year-old girl after all. It was inevitable that she would feel panicked and helpless when encountering such things.
At this moment, an old voice suddenly sounded.
"Your Highness...Shh!"
A little old man with gray beard emerged from the ground, with only half of his body exposed, and made a gesture to Changle to keep quiet.
When she saw him, Changle's eyes lit up.
It’s the God of Land of Shangyang City!
"Your Highness, I am here to protect you in secret under the order of the Imperial Master. Hui Tong was here before and he has great magical powers. I am no match for him, so I dare not show myself. Please forgive me, Your Highness."
Changle's heart blossomed instantly, her eyes turned into crescent moons, and she smiled extremely happily.
It turns out that my master had not forgotten me. He had always cared about me and secretly sent the God of Land to follow me.
It turns out that Master cares about Changle the most!
"Lord of the Land, please take me to find my master!"
The God of Land shook his head and said, "Your Highness, you don't know that Hui Tong's room is next to this Zen temple. With my underground escaping skills, I can easily hide myself. If I bring another person with me, I'm afraid I won't be able to hide it from Hui Tong."
"What should we do then?"
Changle said worriedly.
"Your Highness, don't worry. Stay here first. I will leave now. Even if I have to search the entire Luoyang City, I will definitely find the Imperial Master!"
After pacifying Changle, the God of Land fled underground and left quickly.
Looking at the plaque of White Horse Temple, he sneered in his heart.
Huichan and Huitong, you brothers have offended the wrong person this time. If that person knew that his disciple was imprisoned by you, he would be forced to become a monk...
Haha, I’m afraid this thousand-year-old White Horse Temple can’t be preserved.
