I Really Don't Want to Be the Boss

"Anyway, Wutian Buddha's Dharma is very interesting."

Speaking of this, the old monk said seriously: "If there are three Buddhas in Buddhism, there can be a fourth Buddha."

Wutian understood the old monk's words, and he was promising him the position of the fourth Buddha.

In the past, the Buddha lit lamps, now the Buddha Tathagata, and the future Buddha Maitreya.

These three Buddhas are already in the past, now, and in the future, what kind of Buddha should the fourth Buddha be when he enters Lingshan?

"There are three Buddhas in Buddhism, but the Tathagata Buddha is in charge now. If Wutian Buddha becomes the fourth Buddha in Buddhism, what position should he be in?"

Wutian speaks out his thoughts directly.

What can be resolved through negotiation will naturally be resolved through negotiation.

The old monk said: "The present will eventually become the past."

"In today's Lingshan, the Buddha's Dharma of the Tathagata Buddha is the righteous Dharma, so the Tathagata Buddha is the current Buddha. After the Dharma of the Wutian Buddha is passed on to Lingshan by Xuanzang, the Dharma of the Wutian Buddha will become the Dharma of the Lingshan Mountain."

"At that time, Wutian Buddha will be the current Buddha of Lingshan."

(PS: Thanks for the reward of 'Zhuojiu Duxiyan'.)

Chapter 31 Please Your Majesty to Die

"Fa Ming Tathagata, good!"

Wutian nodded.

Whoever is the Fa-rectification can represent the present. The meaning of the old monk is very clear.

Wutian is quite acknowledging this.

"However, all of this has to wait for them to survive the catastrophe of the nine-headed golden eagle."

The old monk continued, "If you can't survive this calamity, don't mention anything."

"It makes sense."

Wutian didn't have any opinion on what the old monk said.

……

After Chen Xuanzang and the others dealt with the spider essence, they went to the bhikkhu country as Wutian and the old monk expected.

At that time, the king of the bhikkhu kingdom fell ill and was moody like a child.

This king is actually Honghaier, the son of the Bull Demon King, in disguise.

After Chen Xuanzang and others entered the bhikkhu kingdom, they were received by the master of the bhikkhu kingdom.

The national teacher of the Bhikkhu Kingdom is a beauty. Her real body is the nine-headed golden sculpture under the seat of the Tathagata Buddha. She possesses great magic power, but the strange thing is that the spells she casts all look very strange. Fake.

Even Chen Xuanzang couldn't help asking: "Master, why do your spells look so fake?"

Although he can't see the real body of the national teacher for the time being, he can feel that the national teacher is not ordinary.

So in this case, the spell cast by the national teacher looks like magic, which makes people a little puzzled.

"Anyway, they are all fools, don't be serious, don't be serious."

The national teacher smiled casually and said to Chen Xuanzang.

"You are also mages, so everyone is a colleague. I can take you to the king, but if you get a reward from the king—"

Having said this, the national teacher raised his hand and made a gesture of counting money.

"National teacher, don't worry, we still know about this human accident."

"Naturally, half of the rewards belong to the national teacher."

Chen Xuanzang said very kindly.

He doesn't care about a few possessions.

What he really cares about is to spread the Dharma of Wutian Buddha to the world and save all living beings.

In order to pass down the Dharma of Wutian Buddha in the bhikkhu country, a Dharma meeting must be held.

And to hold a Dharma meeting on the territory of the Bhikkhu Kingdom, naturally the consent of the King of the Bhikkhu Kingdom must be obtained.

Therefore, for Chen Xuanzang, the most important thing was to meet the king of the bhikkhu kingdom. As for the rewards that the king might give, Chen Xuanzang didn't care at all in his heart.

Those extraneous things are not worth his attention.

The national teacher heard what Chen Xuanzang said, and nodded in satisfaction: "That's good, that's good."

Seeing that Chen Xuanzang was on the road, the national teacher immediately took them to the palace to meet the king.

Inside the palace, the king is like a child, sitting on the steps, playing with some children's toys.

After the national teacher entered the palace, he first walked to the king's side and explained the identities of Chen Xuanzang and others.

After listening to the national teacher's narration, the king sat upright on the steps and spoke to Chen Xuanzang and others.

"I heard that you are monks from Tang Dynasty."

"good."

Chen Xuanzang responded, and then took the initiative to give his name: "My surname is Chen, Chen Xuanzang, and my dharma name is three burials."

Later, he was going to introduce Miss Duan and the two apprentices.

However, before he could open his mouth, the king said, "Recently there was a muscular demon monk named Tang Sanbu, who has such a great name, and he was talking about you, right?"

"Exactly!"

Chen Xuanzang was embarrassed, clasped his palms together, and admitted.

This nickname came out of nowhere, and every time someone mentioned it, Chen Xuanzang would feel a particularly unnatural feeling in his heart.

"What talents do you know?"

the king continued.

"I--"

Chen Xuanzang hesitated, thinking about what kind of talents he would have.

Seeing Chen Xuanzang thinking about it, the king simply asked again: "Can you dance?"

"No!" Chen Xuanzang replied.

He really doesn't know how to dance. If you ask him to sing nursery rhymes, he can still sing, but if you ask him to dance, it is really too difficult for him.

The king seemed to be a little dissatisfied, but he didn't show any anger, and just asked patiently, "Then will you crush a big stone in your chest?"

"Neither!"

Chen Xuanzang was helpless, he was a monk teaching the Dharma, and he was not a performer.

The questions asked by the king seemed to be specially embarrassing him.

Hearing Chen Xuanzang said no again, the king got a little angry, stood up, and said angrily: "This will not work, and that will not work, what use are you for?"

"I know the great Dharma of Wutian Buddha."

"The Dharma of Wutian Buddha can save sentient beings from the sea of ​​suffering, open up the wisdom of the people, and strengthen the power of the country."

"I can hold a method meeting in the bhikkhu country, so that the citizens of the bhikkhu country can come to understand the Dharma of Wutian Buddha."

Chen Xuanzang took advantage of the situation and said that he would naturally not let the topic of his speech be held in the king's hands all the time.

He came to meet the king in person just to hold a Fa conference.

Now it can be regarded as directly expressing his purpose clearly.

"I'm not interested in Wutian Buddha's Dharma, I want to have fun."

The king immediately lost his temper.

"No, it doesn't matter. You can learn it. Let's learn how to break the boulder on the chest first."

"Come here, bring a stone over here."

The king did not ask Chen Xuanzang's opinion at all, but made Chen Xuanzang's arrangements very clear.

Miss Duan summoned the Wuding Flying Ring and gently wrapped it around her index finger. Just waiting for Chen Xuanzang to express his opinion, the fight will start.

"Your Majesty, I really won't break a big stone in my chest."

Chen Xuanzang clenched his two fists tightly.

"How about I show you a monster-fighting show?"

"In my journey westward, I have encountered countless demons and ghosts, all of whom were beaten to death with my bare hands."

"Since your majesty is elegant, today, the poor monk will perform such a performance for your majesty."

Speaking of this, Chen Xuanzang's words inexplicably carried some majesty.

After the words fell, Chen Xuanzang stomped his foot on the ground.

The palace shook.

On Chen Xuanzang's upper body, his clothes were torn, revealing chunks of strong muscles.

On his body, the golden Buddha's light circulated, and the golden light shone on his fist, giving people a feeling of great power.

"The poor monk hasn't explained to His Majesty what the meaning of the poor monk's dharma name Three Burials is."

"Three burials, burying the sky, burying the ground, and burying all living beings."

"Your Majesty, please die."

The golden light on Chen Xuanzang's body was shining, and his power was astonishing.

As soon as the words fell, Chen Xuanzang's figure flashed and appeared in front of the king, and an iron fist blasted out, directly knocking the king flying backwards.

"boom--"

"boom--"

……