My brother is so cunning.

The ground was covered with a huge mandala array, and the eight petals of the eight-petal lotus extended infinitely in all directions under the feet. The statues of the four Buddhas and four Bodhisattvas appeared, and the twelve courtyards of the myriad things turned into the images of all living beings in the heavens.

There is no doubt that Wen Rui stepped into the secret realm opened up by the Great Joy Bodhisattva.

Immortals can open up home space, and the great masters of Western religion also have similar abilities.

The exclusive secret realm opened up by the Buddhas and Bodhisattvas of Western religion is called "Mandala Pure Realm", also known as "Ganzang Mandala", which means altar and dojo, and is the palace of the Dharma Realm of all supreme masters.

The Western Tantric Buddhism claims that all the heavens and the world are evolved from the mandala Dharma Realm of Vairocana Tathagata, but this statement is not recognized by the gods and immortals.

When believers meditate, they can visualize the mandala Dharma Realm of the Buddhas and Bodhisattvas they believe in. No matter where they are, their consciousness projects the mandala, just like practicing beside the Buddhas and Bodhisattvas.

The mandala of the Bodhisattva is like the divine world of the gods, a world where the inner spirit is embodied.

This world is between reality and illusion, a non-material and non-imaginary space, and everything in this space is controlled by the master of the mandala.

In the center of the huge mandala array, an old monk wearing a bright yellow monk robe and half-exposing one shoulder sat cross-legged in meditation.

The old monk's earlobes fell to his shoulders, his lips were protruding and his nose was flat, and his appearance looked quite strange.

Wen Rui recognized at a glance that the old monk showed the true appearance of the long-eared Dingguang fairy, the image of a fairy before he entered the Western religion.

In the Dharma world created by oneself, the appearance, body shape, and even gender can be changed at will. Whatever appearance you want to present, you can present it as you wish.

But when the Great Joy Bodhisattva met Wen Rui, he still presented the old appearance during the Conferred God Tribulation.

Wen Rui walked up to the old monk and performed a Jiejiao Daoji to him.

"Disciple Wen Rui, meet Uncle Master Ding Guang."

Each of them talked about their own things. Long-eared Ding Guangxian showed his appearance during the Jiejiao period, and Wen Rui could only answer him as a disciple of Jiejiao.

It must be said that Wen Rui's seniority in Jiejiao was a bit low. He had to call everyone with a name and surname in the Conferred God Tribulation Grandpa and Grandma.

The old monk looked up at him with a bitter look on his face. He did not say anything, but just shook his head slowly.

Taking out the scroll of the Jade Emperor's decree, Wen Rui handed it forward, followed the procedure step by step, and said: "The disciple was entrusted by the special envoy of the Heavenly Court and the Bodhisattva Guanyin of your religion to pass on this Jade Emperor's decree to Uncle Master."

The old monk raised his hand to take the scroll, his expression still calm.

"The matter here is over, and the disciple will not disturb Uncle Master's meditation. Goodbye."

Handing over the scroll, Wen Rui bowed again and was about to leave.

The old monk still had that indifferent look, motionless, just looking at him steadily.

Wen Rui said goodbye, but he didn't move. He was in the altar, and the owner of the altar wouldn't let him leave. He couldn't leave even if he wanted to.

A monk and a layman, one sitting and one standing, looked at each other, and the scene was a bit awkward.

"Little Rui'er..." The old monk spoke slowly, as if he was recalling: "Isn't that what my senior sister called you back then?"

"Yes."

"I remember you, and I have a deep impression of you."

The old monk's tone was like an elder chatting with his children and grandchildren: "Back then, Master Tongtian summoned all the immortals to gather and held a swearing-in meeting before the formation of the Ten Thousand Immortals Formation. You shouted at the top of your voice at the meeting, saying that this battle would be lost. I beg Master not to act on your own."

"Master, please laugh at me. It's a pity that my disciple was insignificant and could not persuade the master. Master. "

Wen Rui said helplessly: "That shout did not even stir up the slightest splash. No one would listen to the failure argument of a mere mortal like me."

"It's not that no one did." The old monk smiled bitterly and said: "I listened to it back then. The more I thought about it, the more I felt that what you said made sense, so..."

"Eh? No way, didn't the master uncle believe what I said, so..."

Wen Rui was stunned. He was in a tiger's den and a dragon's pool, and his mood was not disturbed at all. This sentence was like a hurricane that set off a huge wave in his heart.

The old monk said frankly: "I was already shaken in my heart back then, and your words put the last bit of weight on it, and I made up my mind. When the master handed the Six Soul Banner to me, I knew what I should do. "

Wen Rui was a little confused. Wouldn't the long-eared Dingguang fairy rebel without his appearance?

"Uncle Master, please don't make random causal connections. I never taught you to steal the banner and surrender to the enemy."

Wen Rui said: "My suggestion at the time was to ask the master to disperse the Ten Thousand Immortals Formation and not fight for personal gain, and then kill all the traitors of King Wen of Zhou, and then kill Emperor Xin and Daji, and enthrone the new emperor of Shang Dynasty. With two approaches, the Chan Sect will no longer have an excuse to fight with our sect under the righteousness of heaven."

"The master is arrogant and would rather break than bend, so how could he listen to such advice?"

The old monk smiled bitterly and said: "But I thought it was the best way back then. A perfect countermeasure for the situation at that time."

"As you said, the Ten Thousand Immortals Formation actually gathered the Jiejiao immortals together, making it easier for the opponent to catch them all. Only by breaking up the whole into parts, standing firm on morality, making arrangements all over the world, and blooming in all directions, can we take advantage of the chaos to seek a glimmer of hope."

"I also overheard that you advised Senior Sister Jin Ling to remind the leader not to give the Six Soul Banner, a treasure that can determine the outcome, to me for safekeeping. You said that I looked like a cowardly and weak person, and there was a worry that I would turn against my side in the battle. "

The old monk pointed to his ears with extra-long earlobes and explained, "My innate magical power before I became a monk was based on these ears, and I overheard a lot of secrets. I heard most of the things you, a kid, said against me behind my back."

Only then did Wen Rui know that when he secretly reported the evil deeds of Chang'er Dingguangxian to Wen Zhong and Jinling Shengmu, and analyzed the situation and persuaded the master and fellow disciples of Jinling Sect, all of which were overheard by Chang'er Dingguangxian.

As a result, the people who should have listened to these advice did not listen, and lost their lives in vain on Juelong Ridge and in the Ten Thousand Immortals Formation.

On the contrary, the people who should not have listened listened to it, and regarded it as a guide, and followed it to the letter.

"Why did I steal the banner and defect? ​​It's because I know too much."

The old monk sighed and said, "After listening to your insightful advice, I know that if I don't use the Six Soul Banner, the Ten Thousand Immortals Formation will be defeated. When I used the Six Soul Banner, I remembered what I overheard from the master. I know that when this banner is shaken, the four saints will die immediately. The saints fall like a big star falling to the ground, and the world will be overturned. Everything in the mortal world will be turned into dust, yin and yang will be reversed, and all living beings will not exist. The master will have to re-enact the earth, fire, water and wind to recreate the world."

At this point, the old monk spread his hands: "Xiao Rui'er, you are a smart person, you come to teach my uncle, if you were me in that situation, what would I do?"

This question was asked with a sincere tone, revealing a bit of grievance and helplessness.

Wen Rui could imagine how entangled the long-eared Dingguang fairy was when he received the order from the master Tongtian to deliver the Six Soul Banner to the master at the critical moment five hundred years ago.

The war was irreversible. Shaking the Six Souls Banner to curse the Four Saints would mean death together with all the sentient beings in the Three Realms.

What else could he do? If he didn't secretly send the banner to the saints of the Chan Sect and the Western Sect, it would only take a few seconds for Tongtian Sect Master to react and personally take the banner back from him.

It seemed that stealing the banner and turning against the enemy was the only way to preserve the Three Realms and save all sentient beings.