Ming Dynasty Emperor System

He is still that stubborn young man after all, even after so many years, even after enduring so much torture, even after two generations!

If Patriarch Bodhi wants to help Xiao Wushen escape, it may be impossible.

With Cheng Ping alone, no one can persuade Xiao Wushen!

He was obviously determined to die, even if he had to sacrifice his own soul, to bring a happy and regretless ending to this unfinished fate.

"I hope you won't regret it." Ancestor Bodhi gave Little Martial God a deep look, and then stepped forward without hesitation, "Let's go and go crazy with Zhu Houzhao! Don't ask for something, but ask for something, nothing. It’s a pity that I was born into the Ten Thousand Heavens Luo Realm!”

Little Valkyrie followed.

The look in their eyes was amazingly consistent!

As if dreaming back to the first generation, they are still the hope of the Taoist world who are not afraid of heaven or earth!

……

He woke up again and looked around as usual.

He discovered that where he was at the moment was a pure land.

The golden Buddha's light is the background of this world, and the melodious Buddha's words murmuring from afar are like the breeze blowing on the face.

The power to cleanse the soul.

He beamed.

The memory remains when he returned to Futu Mountain and headed west with a pile of firewood.

Along the way, he asked people passing by where Xitian was.

People asked him if he wanted to find Buddha?

He shook his head and denied it. He said that he believed, and if he wanted to seek it, he would seek the way, the supreme way of the saint!

People laughed at him, but they still showed him the way.

"Buddha is everywhere! You see, that hut is the Buddha's temple. Get in from the cesspit and go all the way down until the countless filth is submerged above your head. When your body and mind are sublimated to the extreme, you can We have reached the Western Heaven in one fell swoop!”

He was extremely grateful and gave people a cane, allowing them to reach the West Heaven earlier than he did.

What simple and interesting people they are!

He thought so.

After walking for an unknown amount of time, he felt a little tired, so he found a ruined temple, laid down a pile of firewood, lay down, listened to the faint beating of his new heart, and fell asleep peacefully.

Then he got here.

Thanks to the vague dream that has always been with me, it saves me the trouble of rushing and getting lost.

As soon as you close your eyes and open them again, you can find the place you want to reach and the people you want to see.

What a satisfying thing it is to have your wish come true.

In the joy of his heart, he did not notice that the pile of firewood and cane he carried with him were missing again.

He just walked forward happily, humming the song that the child who sold his heart once sang.

It's a pity that without the accompaniment of the flute, humming from his hoarse voice is a bit like pulling an old wood with a dull saw - extremely harsh and unpleasant!

No, some people couldn't bear it anymore and came from the deepest pure land in the west to question.

A person suddenly appeared in front of him, no, to be precise, it should be a Buddha.

Arhat or Bodhisattva?

He murmured secretly in his heart, echoing the words told to him by the children.

"You'll know when it arrives."

Well... He came to pick me up as soon as I arrived in the West. It seems that the person that little brat wants me to find must be this 'Buddha'!

With this in mind, he friendly towards the Buddha and greeted him affectionately:

"Infinite Heavenly Lord! Are you the destined person I'm looking for? Hello, fellow Taoist!"

Buddha was speechless, scratched his bald head, stepped forward abruptly, and asked very fast:

"Where did the donor come from? What are you doing in the West? When do you plan to go back? What are you going to do after you go back..."

"Wait, speak slowly."

He was sweating profusely.

Doesn’t it mean that all Buddhas are sacred, taciturn, noble and transcendent beings?I feel that this Buddha is very much like a sparrow in the woods in the morning, chirping incessantly, which is annoying to people.

"Well...if you want me to speak slowly, just speak slowly. Just make a gesture and I will understand. There is no need to open your mouth. You know, as a Buddha, his mind communication is a basic skill. Ah, by the way, Donor, what did I just ask?"

Buddha said with a smile, but asked him about it.

"Uh... forget it, you're not the person I'm looking for. Goodbye!"

He fled.

The Buddha quietly looked at his retreating figure. A pair of golden Buddha eyes reflected a mass of deathly energy and a powerfully beating black heart.

"The Buddha's heart of Ksitigarbha...this donor is quite interesting."

Buddha murmured to himself.

He stopped in an inaccessible place. There was no Buddhist temple, no golden light, just a few large stones covered with moss.

He picked one of them and sat on it to rest, while thinking about how to find someone.

"You little brat, you didn't say anything clearly, so you just asked me to come to the West. Damn it, I can't find anyone..."

He complained, and suddenly an idea flashed through him, and a sneaky thought came into his mind.

"I have reached the Western Heaven, so... I have completed my mission? If I leave now and go back to Futu Mountain to sleep, I'm afraid it won't be considered a breach of trust, right?"

Thinking like this, the idea became more and more profound. He chuckled and planned to sleep again. He touched his back, but he didn't find the bundle of firewood he wanted.

"Hey, where's my precious bed?"

He panicked a little, looked down at his waist, and saw that the cane was gone.

"Damn it, even if I had a dream, I wouldn't know that it was the sneaky guy who took the crutches from my bed again!"

He is a little troubled. He can't sleep now, so let's walk back... He doesn't know the way yet, and the most important thing is that he is lazy. He wants to sleep now, but he can't sleep without a bed.

"Donor!" a voice came from behind him.

"Ouch - why is it you again?!"

He was so frightened that he fell down from the big rock. When he looked up, he saw the Buddha from before.

The Buddha was squatting on the stone, originally with his hands clasped together, but after seeing his embarrassed appearance, he couldn't help but laugh. He put his hands into his sleeves, pressed his buttocks, and undulated his thighs, shaking up and down, looking extremely philistine.

"Smile, smile, you are so ridiculous! How can a Buddha be so miserable that he would laugh at the embarrassment of mortals!"

He got up angrily, patted a layer of moss and ashes on his butt, pointed at the Buddha and cursed.

Buddha's laughter suddenly came, he lowered his head, his eyes suddenly turned cold, he looked down at him, and said in a solemn tone:

"I'm not laughing at your embarrassment, I'm laughing at your ignorance!"

"Ignorance? Why am I ignorant? You should tell me something! Ouch! Damn it, I'm so unlucky that everything I do doesn't go well! It must be because of you! You are a fake Buddha! Bah! "

He danced and defended, but accidentally fell on his butt again. After getting up, he started complaining and cursing Buddha again.

Buddha looked at him, his expression became more and more strange...