An evolutionary game starting from Suolongjing

"As a monk, you carry out the act of destroying the Buddha. Xuanzang, you are destined to go to the endless hell by doing such a retrograde act. Xuanzang, you can't"

The Bodhisattva, who had replaced the Dharma King's true spirit with his fruition status, changed his face when he heard this.

A hint of ferocity suddenly appeared on his solemn and compassionate face, and a colorful halo of light suddenly appeared behind his head. In the light, there was a pair of arms holding a vajra, about to reach out, but the next moment, when that ordinary person When even some rough fingers touched the vajra.

All visions are completely destroyed.

An ordinary palm grasped the illusory light wheel of merit and virtue. Its rough fingers penetrated into the depths of the light wheel and gently clamped the arm that was about to reach out from nothingness, but it had already been The right hand holding the sword made a casual stroke.

The sharp blade easily separated the flesh of the neck like running water, skillfully passed through the gap in the spine and then split all the connected muscles and bones. At the same time, there was a slight crack deep in the disconnected head. The sound sounded quietly.

In just an instant, the panicked eyes of the Dharma King suddenly dimmed, and together with them, the halo of light that had just appeared behind the Dharma King's head also disintegrated into light particles and floated in the air.

But Master Xuanzang, who did all this, put the sword back in front of him without changing his expression. At the same time, the palm that was caught deep in the halo also fished out the head that had lost its foundation and placed it on his own. On the right side of the futon, there are also seven sternly treasured heads. Although the body has been dead for a long time, the heads with lifelike faces are quietly stacked together.

Opposite to that, on the other side, were the heads of several monks whose blood had already drained out and whose faces were pale.

Master Xuanzang, who had committed this cruel act, sat back to his seat alone, and as the time that had been frozen in the Jokhang Temple began to flow again, he ignored the panic around him and only said calmly: "Kangcang Dharma King is slightly inferior, and he is defeated. Poor monk, is there any eminent monk who can debate scriptures with this poor monk next?"

"Evil monk, evil monk!"

"Monks, please follow me and burn this heretic, peel off his skin and cramp him up!"

Seeing the headless body of another Dharma King falling limply to the ground, the gushing blood dyeing the gold bricks on the ground red, the panicked monks around them could no longer hold back their emotions, and some even went crazy. Talking like crazy.

But before the four monks, who were dressed completely differently from the surrounding monks, could react, the monk who was talking nonsense was covered by his companions and dragged away from the crowd and disappeared.

At the same time, a pale-haired, skinny monk walked out of the Main Hall. His steps were difficult and his face was even more miserable:

"Dear Master of the East, that's enough, that's enough. I, the Jokhang Temple, no longer have any more Dharma kings for you to behead. You have proven that the scriptures are wrong. We are willing to let you and your disciples re-annotate everything in the Jokhang Temple. Classics, and let the monks study them carefully!"

Listening to the old monk's prayer, Master Xuanzang, who was sitting on the futon, seemed to have not heard anything and still looked like he was sitting down and waiting.

For him, it was a matter of course that the erroneous scriptures needed to be corrected and that the monks should learn the correct scriptures, and it was not worth exchanging.

Just like two hundred years ago, he traveled westward to seek the Dharma.

After seeing that the original Lingshan Buddha Land was not the Buddhist land on earth that he imagined, Master Xuanzang also painstakingly started a great debate with the local monks throughout the Buddha Land. .

As it turned out, it was the monks who were at fault, not Xuanzang.

There are indeed errors and omissions in their Buddhist teachings. The monks in the Buddhist land have misinterpreted the true meaning of the Buddha for a long time, and it is natural for them to revise it again.

As for the number of people during this period, when the monks got used to oppressing others, used to indulge in vocal music, used to confine women and treat people as human beings, they were no longer pure and kind monks seeking Buddha, but annoying heretics. , is an evil spirit.

So what does it matter if a few heretic demons die?

Even if the trouble finally came to the Buddha, wouldn't he still praise his actions for eradicating demons and defending the Way, which were indeed great virtues?

After that, Xuanzang was called the Mahayana Heaven and the Heaven of Liberation by the monks in Lingshan Buddha Land, but Xuanzang didn't care about it. If he really had supreme merit, how could he not see the Buddha personally show him sainthood and achieve enlightenment? If he If it is so extraordinary, then why was it not given the Lingshan Sutra, but only some incomplete and misinterpreted Buddhist scriptures returned to the Tang Dynasty?

And this is what Xuanzang has been unable to understand for two hundred years after returning to the Tang Dynasty.

Why has he been recognized by the Buddha, but has not yet been given the real spiritual mountain scriptures to educate the world?

It was not until a hundred and fifty years ago, after the entire Tang Dynasty ascended to a new world, and came into contact with a new world, that Master Xuanzang heard the story of Monk Tang from the envoy from Nanyan, and he suddenly realized this.

Specious experiences, demonized disciples with the same temperament, weak and pedantic masters, and weird ways of learning.

It's not that he couldn't get the true scriptures because he was not sincere, but that the true scriptures had already been given to the monk named Tang Seng who looked like the opposite of him.

The other party preached Buddhism in the name of Xuanzang, but the so-called true scriptures were no different from the fragments of heretics he saw in the Buddhist land.

Xuanzang tried to pursue the truth with the Buddha and Bodhisattvas, but the golden statues that used to be full of incense and the Buddha's light turned into silent clay bodies one by one.

Until he heard that the Buddha had repeatedly appeared in Tubo in the west, Master Xuanzang, who had not been able to get what he asked for, took his disciples on a journey to find the truth. However, they discovered these heretics who used people for their talents and regarded the people as pigs and sheep. Monk, that was an accident.

However, Master Xuanzang could not bear to see heretics harming the people. Even if these people were barbarians and uncivilized, it would be best to leave their bodies to serve as slave labor for the people of the Tang Dynasty to atone for their own sins.

At that time, he would need to send his disciples to persuade them every day. After three or five generations, they would be influenced by Buddhism and their sins would be expelled. Then he would use himself as a mediator to apply to His Majesty for the annexation of the barbarians.

But before that, the heretical evil spirits who distort Buddhist scriptures and harm the barbarian people must be put to death.

"Alas, Xuanzang, do you really believe that the road will end in the dark and never come back?"

Seeing Master Xuanzang pretending to be deaf and mute and not answering his questions at all, the aging monk couldn't help but sigh.

Master Xuanzang slowly raised his head, and his ancient and smooth eyes stared at the old monk in front of him with an indifferent expression. Although there was no mystery, it made the old monk suddenly tremble.

Under those eyes, he felt as if he had been seen through.

In fact, when Master Xuanzang spoke slowly, it confirmed the old monk’s guess:

"The poor monk only wants to see the Buddha once and obtain a true sutra. What's wrong with that?"

"As for these, do Bodhisattvas really want to defend these Buddhas and enemies of heretics?"

"Then why don't you sit down and let the poor monk debate with the Bodhisattva?"

Old monk.

In other words, the Bodhisattva who was pretending to be an old monk was stunned when he heard this.

It is not unbelievable that his identity was revealed. In fact, before this, several Bodhisattvas could not resist Xuanzang's cruelty and personally went to debate with Xuanzang, but what was the result?

Other monks regard the words of Buddhas and Bodhisattvas as the ultimate principles; but Xuanzang is different. When all the scriptures come into his hands, he will first evaluate them. Only those that conform to his principles are considered Buddhist scriptures, and those that do not conform to his principles are considered Buddhist scriptures. His standard is heresy.

The Buddha himself was not so overbearing. Just like the Tibetan scriptures, when they were spread to Lingshan, the scriptures also underwent some localized transformations to facilitate local customs.

But Xuanzang was different. Although he did not force all monks to convert to his system, he used the method of debating scriptures to eliminate from the root those who did not conform to the rules he set.

If in his hometown of Lingshan, Xuanzang swept the entire Buddhist land without hesitation to give Lingshan, which was already lonely in his hometown, space to develop again, then the same experience in Tubo was to dig out the roots of Lingshan. .

Because the former followed Lingshan and settled in Kyushu, the beliefs and monks there have been abandoned by the Buddhas and regarded as dispensable.

But with the rise of a certain butcher, under the cover of heaven, he suppressed the Lingshan ancestral temple unscrupulously, and with the decision of Lingshan to close the mountain in Kyushu, on the Tibetan side of Kyushu, Lingshan can still guarantee the continuous flow of incense and belief. The final foundation of absolute.

Neither the Buddhas nor the Bodhisattvas can allow the Tubo lineage to decline.

However, he met Xuanzang, who was so stubborn. As a result, while the heads of the Tibetan monks were rolling in, the heads of the Bodhisattva sages in Lingshan were also killed.

No way, except that Buddhism in Kyushu is relatively mild.

Both Lingshan Homeland and Tubo are absolutely domineering and authoritative in their interpretation of classics.

The winner is the king, and the loser is beheaded. It is almost an inevitable result. Even if the former is very compassionate, the monk with a broken Buddha heart has been separated from the Buddha by an eternal divine punishment. The great wisdom of breaking and then standing up is not Everyone is qualified.

As for Xuanzang's so-called request, it is absolutely impossible to agree to it.

Even a Bodhisattva who disagrees with him will be killed. Who knows if this stubborn thing will drag the Buddha into a debate when he sees that the Buddhist scriptures are not as he wants.

Although the probability of Buddha losing is small, he must not gamble.

After all, not long ago, in a very sure siege, the Lingshan clan was killed by two animals and the blood flowed like a river. The four great Bodhisattvas were dead and injured, and even the Buddha himself was not well.

Although Xuanzang was not as rough and brutal as the butcher, his proficiency in Buddhism was something that at least most Bodhisattvas would consider themselves inferior to.

However, scruples are scruples. When all the monks in the Jokhang Temple focused their expectant eyes on the old monk, facing the turbulent hearts and the desire to turn into reality in the sky above the Jokhang Temple, His heart roared, and the old monk still felt stressed.

Taking one step forward meant that he had to argue with Xuanzang, who was profound in Buddhist teachings.

But taking a step back would have to face the imbalance of the hearts of the entire Jokhang Temple, which in turn contributed to Xuanzang's luck and made him even more terrifying and uncontrollable during his trip to Tubo.

While the old monk was struggling to make a choice, a blood cloud suddenly rolled in from the sky in the east, covering the sky and covering the sun.

Compared with the monks who were in a daze and were struck by Xuanzang, their inspiration was not keen.

The already agitated old monk and the aggressive Master Xuanzang noticed this strangeness immediately.

And just by the time they turned their heads, they were already gone.

Only a dim blood cloud enveloped the entire Tubo sky.

Buddhas weeping blood?

This was the first thought that came to the minds of the belated monks.

Mortal creatures, their true spirits are dim and their eyes are cloudy.

We can only see the appearance of things through changes in the environment, but not the inner meaning.

But for Xuanzang and Bodhisattva incarnations, who both occupy a heavy role in the vast mythical history of Kyushu, with this dark blood cloud shrouding them, a terrifying aura of blood and killing is spreading rapidly, like an endless stream. The hellish karma echoed in my ears along with the miserable wails of thousands of living beings.

Devil?

No, even a devil who meets once in ten thousand years does not have this appearance.

In the entire Jiuzhou, the only one with such ferocious power is the enemy of Lingshan, the reckless man from Jiuzhou!

In an instant, the Bodhisattva, who was disguised as an old monk, recalled some deeply buried painful scenes in his mind.

The ancient and bloody battle axe, the broken and sharp broken blade, the former friends who died in tears under the shattered world.

But now, this nightmare from the past is following us again.

Even before that, in order to prevent Xuanzang from not following the rules and holding an old fist against him, the Bodhisattva had descended into his true body, but as powerful as he was, he still felt a sense of oppression that was enough to suffocate him.

war!

Now that things have come to this, there is nowhere to escape.

Although with the dharma rhyme that enveloped Tubo, he could use it to tear open a passage directly to Lingshan and avoid it.

But the passage itself is two-way. While he can avoid it, the master behind the blood cloud can also use it to break into the Lingshan Buddha Land directly.

My Buddha is compassionate!

He recited a Dharma chant silently in his heart, and in the next moment, the old and decaying body instantly became tall and straight, the skin like dead wood became moist and lustrous, the red monk's robes became pure white as snow, and the appearance of a man transformed. Made a kind and kind female face.

A lotus plant with nine blooms rose from his feet, and a golden sword and a pure white vase were held in his hands.

I saw the lotus platform suddenly flying up, and then turned into a golden stream of light.

Countless scriptures were flying in the light, thousands of Sanskrit characters made large and small swastikas, and thousands of golden lights condensed into a long sword.

The next moment, a scarlet light flashed across the void.

The mighty, rainbow-like sword energy was directly dispersed, and the cold aura turned into an invisible but qualitative impact.

During the collision, the lotus platform emitting golden green light instantly made an overwhelming sound of breaking.

The Bodhisattva himself turned into a stream of light and flew towards where he came from.

Then, there was a roaring sound that resounded throughout the world!

Before the golden and red light fell, the prosperous and prosperous Jokhang Temple was crushed into a wasteland.

When the entire mountain shattered due to the inability to bear the manic power, the monks inside had already been crushed into flesh by the majestic pressure, and the scarlet blood mist was scattered in the dim yellow dust.

The mountain below collapsed immediately, and the nearly 10,000 monks were covered with a layer of coffins that did not fit.

A moment later, a wolfish figure crawled out of the broken pit.

Looking at Xuanzang and his four disciples who were standing thoughtfully on the ruins as if nothing happened in this destructive disaster, Bodhisattva, who was already seriously injured, could not bear it and spat out a mouthful of golden treasure. Blood.

At this moment, along with a blazing hot wind, a sky-holding figure broke through the bloody sky, and with a violent sea of ​​fire, it crashed down as the earth trembled.

In a trance, he looked down at the world like an ancient god, and at this moment, a thunderous voice sounded:

"Master Xuanzang?"

"Okay, your mission is completed, now evacuate Tubo, I will take over this place!"

"No, don't go!"

Before Xuanzang could speak, the earth-colored Bodhisattva hurriedly suppressed the surging blood in his chest and shouted: "Xuanzang, even if you don't recognize me as Buddha, you are still a monk in Lingshan, and you should have great compassion in your heart to save the world. Great wisdom.

If you leave today, do you know what will happen to thousands of living beings in Tibet and even the Western Regions? "

"Destroyed life and extinction of species, I guess this is not what you want to see, right?"

"But they're just barbarians, aren't they?"

Zhang Ke, who always speaks with actions, spoke for the first time.

Although he regarded Lingshan as a barbarian and could not stand those sanctimonious monks, he had to say that Master Xuanzang was definitely a rare white lotus in this quagmire.

From him, Zhang Ke saw the true compassion and kindness described in the Lingshan Sutra, but his own wisdom was not pedantic.

Of course, what's more important is that Lingshan has been rooted in Kyushu for a long time. Whether it is heaven or earth, the imprints they have left are too many and extremely complex, and they cannot be removed by pure force.

In the current Kyushu, the Lingshan family is not a big problem. At least after Zhang Ke raised the butcher knife and slaughtered several times, the foundation of its rise has been completely cut off.

In this way, Zhang Ke is happy to see a Xuanzang who at least he can see reinterprets everything in Lingshan, and this is what the Tang Dynasty and even the heaven are happy to see.

Glancing at Liu Ding Liujia who was hiding in the dark and laughing, Zhang Ke curled his lips in disdain.

"But the life of the barbarians is not life. Do they deserve to die?"

"I'm too lazy to reason with you, you don't deserve to listen!"

boom!

At the same time as he finished speaking, his left leg, which was like a pillar of heaven, suddenly picked up Master Xuanzang, who was still thinking on the ground, accompanied by the roar of the wind in his ears.

In just a blink of an eye, the five members of the mage group turned into several twinkling meteors and flew towards the sky.

"Wait a minute, the poor monk didn't intercede with the barbarians either?"

Master Xuanzang, who flew tens of thousands of miles away in the blink of an eye, had no chance to answer the confusion in his heart.

At the same time, the majestic Qianqi slashed straight down, and the strong wind swept across, overwhelming the sky and the earth.

Then, it fell suddenly.

For a moment, I saw the earth's peaks and ridges gathering together, and the waves like angry waves.

The pure white and holy appearance of the plateau was torn to pieces in the turbulent waves!

Deep canyons criss-crossing like spider webs mercilessly swallowed up everything on the ground, and along with the sweeping waves of earth came a sea of ​​blazing and scorching fire.

Under the swaying red fire shadow, wailing and despair could be seen everywhere. The Tubo king and nobles, who had been gathering in the luxurious palace to discuss matters a moment ago, fell towards the endless abyss along with the collapsed houses and the collapsed earth.

Groups of cattle and sheep were burned to ashes in the fierce fire, and the frozen snow-capped mountains evaporated before they could collapse.

In times of disaster, treat everyone equally!

In the apocalypse, no one will be spared!