"Master..." Xiong Yi and others looked at each other, not knowing what Xiao Hua was saying. ∷

"Master..." At this time, Wang Jingfei brought his mother to the hall and was about to pay homage.

Xiao Huafei was in the air, and the Kunlun mirror in his hand waved, and a beam of light covered the two of them, saying, "You can go to Kunlun Fairyland first, and I will talk about it later if you have something to do!"

Then he turned to Xiong Yi and said, "Are those disciples ready?"

"Of course!" Xiong Yi hurriedly stood up and replied, "The disciples who can teach are separated from those who have no professors! There is no need to be special preparation!"

"Okay!" Xiao Hua waved, "You take your teacher over here, and you suddenly think of something, and you have to do it right away!"

"Actually, if you have something to do, you might as well go and do it first. Let's talk about it after you finish it and return to the mountain!" Xiong Yi led the way and replied with a smile.

Xiao Hua shook his head with a wry smile: "I thought that matter was confirmed, but I didn't expect... the news of me was obtained too early, and the real thing had not happened yet. So I was a little confused!"

Xiao Hua followed Xiong Yi to the back mountain and looked at the neat huts row after row, which was very similar to what he saw in the Yulei Sect. He nodded with satisfaction, then took out the Kunlun mirror and released his mind. Even the hut and the boys inside were all in the income space.

Then, not daring to delay too much, nodding at Xiong Yi and others, Xiao Hua flew out of the Tenglong Mountains!

Looking at Xiao Hua's back flying away in a hurry, Xiong Yi was a little puzzled. He thought to himself: "Master has accepted more than 10,000 disciples before, and now he has accepted nearly 20,000 boys, which is 30,000, which is more than the disciples of the Creation Sect in the Tenglong Mountains. Master... Why did the professor come here? Could it be that Master has other plans?"

Xiao Hua didn't know what Xiong Yi was thinking. He had already activated the escape technique to rush towards Changsheng Town. He wanted to stop him before Monk Chunzang revealed the Buddhist list! Of course, the premise for stopping was that Chunzang was Jiang Liuer.

Seeing a familiar scene appearing under him, Xiao Hua did not dare to be too arrogant. He fell slightly and used the technique of changing shape. He turned into a small nose and eyes. Then he took out his Confucian uniform and held a feather fan to activate the technique of flying to Changsheng Town.

Soon, the road where he and Yuanya, Liu Yi and Xiao Jian left Changsheng Town appeared under Xiao Hua. The scenery on the roadside was still the same, but the people on the road... were no longer the people of the past!

"Silk..." Xiao Hua flew for a moment, and saw the Buddhist sons in the air and the more kind men and women on the ground, so he released his mind power a little, and it was not very tight. Xiao Hua took a breath in surprise and exclaimed, "How come there is so much power of faith here??? Could it be... these powers of faith are all Cihang?"

As he said that, Xiao Hua raised his head and looked at the golden body of Guanyin Bodhisattva standing in the distance.

Needless to say, the true body of Guanyin Bodhisattva is the real Cihang! But the real Cihang has passed away, and only the false Cihang exists in this world.

"No wonder the Great Sun Tathagata Buddha had the idea of ​​seeking sutras by seeking sutras. This longevity town is just a town. The golden body of Namo Guanyin Bodhisattva has so much faith power. If the entire Tibetan Immortal Continent is full of temples and Bodhisattva golden bodies, how much faith power will it be!" Xiao Hua took a greedy breath. He knew that if he released the Bodhi relics at this time, he would not be able to achieve the fruit immediately. Unfortunately, in this Changsheng town where the storm and clouds, even if the Buddha's relics were not in seclusion, Xiao Hua would definitely not dare to release him!

"It's a pity that Xiao's innate divine bans!" Xiao Hua was glad while flying, "If these innate divine bans were not covered by the breath of the Buddha's sect, even if the Buddha's relics did not want to come out, this rich power of faith would fall into Xiao's Niwan Palace. It would be impossible to cover it up at that time!"

"Huh? Is this... Jiang Chaoguan?" Xiao Hua flew closer. After seeing the Qingmu Art, he had already noticed the changes in Jiang Chaoling. He was a little stunned. For a moment, he was amused and crying again. "Grandma, Jiang Chaoguan is obviously the Taoist temple of my Taoist sect, so why has it become a temple of the Buddha sect now? But where is the so-called Buddha list?"

Xiao Hua looked at Jiangchao Ridge, and there was no trace of the Buddha's list, and then looked at Jiangchao Temple. At this time, the incense of Jiangchao Temple was in full swing, and Buddha lights lingered on the temple. Among the Buddha's light, Buddha statues vaguely appeared. The scenes of the Pure Land rushed out with the Buddha's light with the sound of wooden fish in the temple. It was the style of Buddha Bodhisattvas standing in charge. At the same time, calm Buddhist consciousness slowly swept across the Jiangchao Temple, and it was obvious that the Buddhist guardian heavenly king was inspected.

Xiao Hua pressed the cloud head and bowed to a slowly flying Confucian scholar, "This fairy friend invited me, I have something to ask..."

"Immortal friend, don't you be polite. I wonder what I can help you?" The Confucian scholar was also very polite.

"I heard that there is a Buddha list of the Great Sun Tathagata in this Changsheng Town. I want to find someone who seeks the sutras of the Pure Land. I don't know where the Buddha list is?"

"Since it is the Buddhist list, it is naturally within the temple." Confucian cultivator smiled, "It's difficult for a fairy friend to see it! The Jiangchao Temple only allows Buddhist children to enter, and we Confucian cultivators are not allowed to approach within ten feet!"

"Oh? The Buddha Sect is still so arrogant?" Xiao Hua asked in a low voice, "I heard that there was a disciple of the Oriental family who attacked the Buddhist Sect Manjushri Bodhisattva on that day, which destroyed their arrogance?"

"Oh, this is the time and there are a moment!" The Confucian scholar sighed, "Now the Immortal Palace and the Great Leiyin Temple are in a state of confusion. I disregard the luck of the Confucian scholars and even do evil deeds of seeking scriptures by the hundreds of Confucian scholars. What can we do if the hundreds of Confucian scholars destroy the arrogance of the Buddhist sect? I am sad that I am not excited and angry that I am not fighting!"

"Oh, poor Immortal Emperor!" Xiao Hua observed a few breaths of silence for the Immortal Emperor in his heart, and waved his hand to say goodbye to the Confucian scholar. Although the Confucian scholar's words were a bit extreme, it clearly represented the thoughts of most Confucian scholars who did not know the truth. These misunderstandings have become increasingly deviated from the truth and are increasingly unfavorable to the Immortal Palace under the influence of the Confucian scholar's family.

Looking at the Jiangchao Temple, which cannot be penetrated by the Qingming Art, Xiao Hua did not dare to use the change of form again near the Jiangchao Temple. He hurriedly flew out of Changsheng Town, found a secluded cave, quietly turned into a little novice monk, and rushed to Jiangchao Temple again.

That is, as Xiao Hua entered the cave and changed shape, a bamboo raft floated along the river. The bamboo raft was very simple and even a little damaged. An old fisherman stood there with a long bamboo pole in his hand. In front of the bamboo raft, a young monk wearing a clean monk's robe folded his hands together, looking devoutly at the golden body of Namo Guanyin Bodhisattva covered by silk on the riverside, chanting: "Namo Guanyin Bodhisattva..."

Isn’t this monk the Jiang Liuer with the Dharma name Chunzang?

When the bamboo raft was approaching Jiangchaoling, several Buddhist consciousness had already swept by, and even several techniques of clearing eyes seemed to have expected Chunzang's arrival. Chunzang didn't know all this, and looked at the closer shore, turned his head and said kindly: "Board, stop here! There are some hardships along the way!"

"Young monk is easy to leave..." The old fisherman stood up tremblingly, lifted his hand full of cracks and waved his hand kindly, which was a kind of goodbye. Then the bamboo pole in his hand was familiar on the bluestone on the shore. The bamboo raft left the shore and slowly headed towards the lower reaches of the Liao River. The bamboo raft drifted straight for several miles. The fisherman who had been standing firmly at the tail of the bamboo raft suddenly trembled all over his body, and the straw raincoat slowly disappeared. The fisherman stood up straight, and a small ceiling emerged from the void near the void. The fisherman's wrinkled face also changed, revealing the solemn appearance of treasure. However, the Buddha's face turned pale, and even the muscles on his face were twisted, which was obviously extremely painful. "Namo Amitabha..." The Buddha proclaimed the Buddha's name, stepped into the void and disappeared, leaving only the real bamboo raft drifting further and further in the Liao River!

And where there are more than ten miles away, a piece of blood is sprinkled on the protruding reefs on the Liao River, and it looks dazzling under the noon sunlight.

Chunzang, who has always been ignorant and fearless, was completely unaware of everything, stood at the bottom of Jiangchao Ridge, folded his hands respectfully, looked at the golden body of Guanyin Bodhisattva Namo on Jiangchao Temple, sorted out his monk's robe, and recited: "When Namo Guanyin Bodhisattva, Guanyin Bodhisattva, practiced the deep Prajna Paramita, he saw that the five aggregates were empty, and he survived all sufferings. Sariputra, the color is not different from emptiness, emptiness is not different from color, color is emptiness, emptiness is color..."

As Chunzang recited the Heart Sutra of Guanyin Bodhisattva, he kowtowed step by step, walking towards Jiangchaoling with great devotion. This is a pilgrimage road, and it is also a path of sublimation of the soul. Chunzang enjoys his life, and his bowing makes him feel that he is away from his ideals and his pursuits have improved. Chunzang, who is immersed in his own world, never realized that it was a mountain road with crowds, but from when it started, it gradually lost people. The same devout good man and woman began to disappear, but instead

It was his ears, the sound of wooden fish, the chanting of scriptures, and the chanting of thousands of Buddhas became louder and louder. Not only did the Jiangchao Ridge appear strangely, but the entire Changsheng Town suddenly became quiet now. The noisy sound disappeared, and the complete resentment turned into peace. Buddha lights surged out inexplicably. Perhaps some people were walking on the streets, or perhaps some were buying and selling in stores, but these all turned into backgrounds. All eyes, the entire Tibetan Immortal Continent, and the focus of the Pure Land has now fallen on Jiangchao Ridge, and on Chunzang who kowtowed step by step.
Chapter completed!