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"Junior brother, don’t you ever regret it?"

The stand-in monkey stood at the foot of Wuzhi Mountain, looking at Liu Er with only one head exposed, and asked with emotion in his heart.

At this time, several days have passed since the Antian Conference, and several years have passed in the human world.

Wuzhi Mountain where Liu Er is, has already Moss grew.

Liu Er smiled and said:"I am so happy that I can't regret it?""

As he said this, he grabbed the iron balls in front of him and chewed them. He drank another glass of copper juice and was very satisfied.

"No pain No gain. How could I know that the suffering I am experiencing today is not a blessing in the future?"

Speaking of this, Liu'er immediately stopped talking.

The thing was almost successful, and he couldn't help but show off.

But if his ambition is aroused now, what else will he have to do when the time comes to fight for the title of Holy Buddha?.

The stand-in monkey shook his head:"This is not the case. I once heard someone say that if there is no more suffering, there will be endless suffering. This suffering has no end. Even Buddhists say that the sea of ​​suffering is boundless. Liu

Er sneered in his heart, but his face was very calm:"Senior brother, please go back to Tiangong and become an official. I have my own plans.""

The stand-in monkey nodded and put down the fruit basket in his hand.

There were no delicacies in it, just fruits from Huaguo Mountain.

He chatted with Liu Er for a while, and then returned to the Heavenly Palace through the clouds.

"Click!"

Liu Er gently grabbed a fruit, took a bite, and looked towards the direction of heaven.

"Humph, senior brother, you were born with good fortune, so naturally you don’t know the suffering of demons like us. You don’t want the good fortune of Lingshan, but I can’t give it up."

Firmly thinking, Liu Er waited attentively.

Time passed by in the blink of an eye, five hundred years.

Five hundred years, a vicissitudes of life, Liu Er did not know how many times he had the heart to shrink back, and finally he was persuaded by himself.

He has already There is no way out.

Now he is at the foot of Wuzhi Mountain. How can he get out if he doesn't go to get the scriptures

? He can only tell himself over and over again the benefits of becoming a Buddha and becoming an ancestor.

Occasionally, he will think of what his senior brother said, that being free is the greatest benefit..

At this time, he no longer had the ambition he had five hundred years ago, and he also had some recognition of freedom. Only by losing freedom can one understand the value of freedom.

But he has paid so much, and if he quits now, wouldn't it be a waste.

Yes!

The sound of horse hooves sounded, Liu Er raised his head and saw a monk riding a white horse, galloping past.

He looked happy and shouted quickly:"Master, Master~!""

So, the journey to learn the scriptures began.

But on this journey, the demons were different from the Journey to the West he knew.

There was no black bear spirit, no white-bone spirit...

Many monsters disappeared and were replaced by some strange ones.

"Perhaps, the great expert who predicts the future cannot predict the future in such detail. It is normal for there to be errors and omissions."

As the Taiyi Golden Immortal, he also knows the art of calculation.

However, this art of calculation has been useless for many years.

Since the day he learned the art of heaven and earth, the heaven and earth have been in chaos, making his magical powers useless.

Even so, he knew one thing - it was impossible for Tian Ji's calculations to be absolutely accurate.

If there were really no errors, he would have to wonder if someone had set up a trap for him.

Lingshan.

Tathagata's expression was very subtle.

Originally Tian Ji Of the eighty-one calamities determined, many disappeared directly.

This simply made Lingshan sit in wax.

Fortunately, Lingshan had many mounts, and these eighty-one calamities were gathered together.

However, although the calamities were gathered together, the luck was not so easy to make up..

When Tang Monk and his party reached the foot of Lingshan Mountain, they were shocked to find that they had lost 10% of their luck in this journey to the west.

This is a lot.

You know, after the journey to the west, Buddhism flourished.

It can make the world expand and the religion prosper. 10% of your luck is enough to benefit people endlessly

"who is it?"

"Heaven? Tathagata's eyes were cold and he said,"

Impossible. As the Supreme Being of Heaven and Earth, the Jade Emperor cannot offend Heaven easily." He would only send heavenly mounts and gods to share some luck."

Sending gods and mounts to share luck is something Tathagata tacitly agrees to.

After all, the Jade Emperor is the nominal Supreme Being of the Three Realms, and his face must still be given.

It is absolutely impossible to eat alone.

Even if Lingshan becomes great in the future, Tathagata will not Be prepared to offend others.

Once the forces other than Lingshan unite, it will definitely be a disaster for Buddhism.

Therefore, at the beginning of the journey to the west, Lingshan’s plan is to get both rain and dew.

Lingshan will take the big head, and Heaven will take the small head. SomeYes, if Zhenyuan can get some more. (To read Baoshuang novels, go to Feilu Novel Network!)

Divided in this way, the journey to the West can be regarded as a happy one.

But at this moment, Tathagata couldn't laugh anymore.

The decrease in luck has a huge impact on Lingshan.

Venerable Avalokitesvara:"World Honored One, have you ever calculated who did this?"

Tathagata shook his head gently:"The secret of heaven is chaotic, how can we know it. However, whoever takes such a huge piece of luck will naturally suffer disaster. It will be exposed."

A 10% chance of luck is enough to greatly improve one's strength.

When the time comes, how can we escape the Tathagata's eyes?

".The six-eared macaque was consecrated as the Holy Buddha of Fighting!"

"Xuanzang of the Tang Dynasty was conferred the title of Zhan Tan Merit Buddha……"

"……"

After a reward, luck flows, and the weather of heaven and earth undergoes mysterious changes.

Tang Seng, Liu Er and his party couldn't wait to go straight to the Tang Dynasty with the scriptures. Before they could go far, they encountered a disaster and the scriptures fell into the water.

"It’s the Wordless Scripture!"

Everyone took out the scriptures and found that there was not a single word in the scriptures. They were dumbfounded.

"How great is this!"Tang Monk was caught blind.

Liu Er's expression moved and he said:"Master, this scripture is determined by heaven. You say it is the true scripture, it is the true scripture."

"Big Brother is saying……"Bajie's expression changed,"You asked Master to compile scriptures and form his own school?"

Liu Er chuckled:"I didn't say that."

Tang Monk was silent, and Zhu Bajie was silent immediately.

Even Sha Monk's expression became subtle.

Buddhism flourished, and these scriptures were the key.

The wordless sutra is just one lineAfter ninety-nine and eighty-one difficulties to get it, it was recognized by heaven. (Moqian Zhao)

As long as you write scriptures on it, it will be the real Buddhist scriptures.

At that time, the person who wrote the sutra will be the new Buddhist Heavenly Lord, but if he comes to sit down, it will be much better to take the seat of the Sandalwood Merit Buddha.

Moreover, as long as the writers of the scriptures mention Liu Er and his party, they will also benefit from it.

The temptation is too great.

The whole group was moved.

Including Tang Seng, his heart was beating fast at this time.

"Let’s discuss this matter again!"

Tang Monk looked at the three disciples and the white dragon horse and said softly.

He looked at Lingshan and immediately withdrew his gaze.

"Master, I will support you in whatever you do."

Zhu Bajie immediately expressed his position.

Sha Seng also nodded:"Everything is master."

Liu Er and Bai Longma naturally had no objections and gave a positive opinion.

A trace of struggle flashed across Tang Seng's face, and then he looked firm:"In this case, the poor monk will not postpone it any longer. Bajie, bring me some pen and ink!".