The first Buddha in history

Wen Chunxiang's metamorphosis only occupies a very small part of the memory.

Maybe Senior Chunxiang didn't want to recall it, or maybe Wen Chunxiang didn't remember anything about that experience.Xie Zhenghong just watched Wen Chunxiang retreat, and as soon as the scene changed, Wen Chunxiang had successfully cultivated a human form.

It's just that Xie Zhenghong looked at the sky with almost no light, and then looked at the young man Wen Chunxiang who had finally succeeded in transforming, but was born dressed in black, and couldn't help but feel a little pity for Senior Chunxiang.

Wen Chunxiang cast a spell, and he saw clearly that he was not only a little dissatisfied, but also a little proud.

From the perspective of human aesthetics, this appearance should be pretty good.

But think about it, he is the king of flowers, those ordinary lotus peony can be called a beauty when transformed into a shape, so his appearance can't be worse than those flowers.

Xie Zhenghong looked at Wen Chunxiang who kept changing angles to observe his appearance below, and couldn't help but smile a little on his face.

If one ignores the later duplicity and more mature face of the senior, Wen Chunxiang has not changed much from the beginning to the end.

Xie Zhenghong followed the boy Wen Chunxiang to the big world to look for Song Qing.

In order to make the transformation more smooth, Wen Chunxiang and Song Qing finalized a small world that is not particularly rich in aura but definitely remote enough to serve as a cave.Now that the transformation is successful, it is natural to go back.

"I don't know if Song Qing can recognize me?" Wen Chunxiang approached the gate of Song Qing's cave, and murmured to himself, "Why don't you give him a try."

Xie Zhenghong stood beside Wen Chunxiang, seeing the sly expression of Wen Chunxiang next to him, he couldn't help poking his face with his fingers.

It's a pity that Wen Chunxiang didn't react at all. He is still thinking about how to scare Song Qing.

Thinking of this, Wen Chunxiang looked around like a thief, adjusted his clothes, put on an arrogant look, looked at himself in the mirror and nodded in agreement, "This way he shouldn't recognize me."

Xie Zhenghong smiled at the side, "Senior, with your appearance like this, you will only be exposed faster."

"Is there anyone, why don't you come out to meet me?" Wen Chunxiang kicked open the door of the ashram and shouted loudly.

"Who is presumptuous here?" Soon a blue light flew over, and the light landed on the ground, revealing a gorgeously dressed young man.

This boy was born well, dressed in green clothes, his spirits were flying high, and his cultivation was about at the stage of transforming gods.

"Who are you?" Wen Chunxiang's vigilance suddenly rose.He felt an extremely powerful monster aura from this young man, I'm afraid this person is not an ordinary demon cultivator.

"When asking who someone else is, shouldn't you introduce yourself first?" The boy frowned.Just as Wen Chunxiang was wary of him, he also took precautions against Wen Chunxiang.He has seen a lot of demon cultivators, and he has seen more of spiritual plants.But aside from his stunning looks, the black-clothed boy in front of him also had a faint devilish aura that made his skin crawl.

The young man's name is Kong Qingyi, and his main body is a peacock descended from the divine phoenix. His blood is noble, and he is almost at the stage of transforming gods as soon as he transforms into a form.A few days ago, he accidentally exposed his identity and was chased and killed by monks. He fled here and was picked up by Song Qing. While recovering from his injuries, he also assumed the responsibility of Song Qing's guard.

Song Qing was originally a cultivator at the stage of transforming gods, but his cultivation suddenly fell to the stage of Yuanying stage, which aroused the curiosity of many people, including many people with bad intentions.Kong Qingyi consciously wanted to repay this life-saving grace, so she stayed here forever.

It's just that Song Qing was suddenly a little restless these days, and it happened that another friend came to invite him to preach Buddhism, and he would return in a few days.Kong Qingyi took on the responsibility of guarding the door here.

"I won't tell you, where is Song Qing!" Wen Chunxiang asked sharply.

"He's not here, I have the final say." Kong Qingyi sneered, "Where did the goblin come from, dare to act presumptuously in front of me?"

Wen Chunxiang's eyes gradually turned red.

When Xie Zhenghong saw it, he knew that the senior was about to lose control of his demonic energy.

Kong Qingyi on the opposite side seemed to have noticed something, couldn't help but took two steps back, the vigilance on his face became more serious.Secretly guessing Wen Chunxiang's origin in his heart, this demonic energy is too frightening, and it looks even more disharmonious when placed on the young man in front of him.

"Senior!" Xie Zhenghong couldn't help calling out.

Wen Chunxiang gave Kong Qingyi a hard look, as if he sensed something was wrong with him, "Song Qing isn't here, I'll come back next time."

After finishing speaking, Wen Chunxiang flew away quickly.

He was afraid that he would not be able to control himself, so he wanted to kill the miscellaneous bird in front of him!

Wen Chunxiang ran all the way, found a mountain with more spiritual energy and plunged into it, quietly practicing the Buddhist exercises he had learned.

I don't know how long it took before Wen Chunxiang's mood gradually calmed down.

Wen Chunxiang was in a bad mood.

He originally thought that if he successfully transformed himself, he would not be eroded by this devilish energy, but the reality was far less optimistic than he thought.

A few years passed.

"Tsk tsk, good guy." Several demon cultivators stood in front of Wen Chunxiang, and couldn't help admiring, "What kind of demon cultivator are you? I have seen many fox cultivators, but none of them are as good-looking as you."

Wen Chunxiang ignored him, "Get out of the way."

"Beauty, don't be angry. Looking at you like this, I'm afraid you have just transformed into a form not long ago." Several demon cultivators laughed, "You don't even know how to restrain the evil spirit on your body, you better behave yourself."

After finishing speaking, those demon cultivators rushed forward.

Wen Chunxiang didn't even move, the devilish energy in his body rushed towards those devil cultivators without hesitation.

In less than a breath, those magic cultivators in the transformation stage were sucked clean, not even the corpses were left.

"Senior." Xie Zhenghong turned his head to look at Wen Chunxiang, who had a cold expression on his face.

He has experienced such a thing more than once or twice.

He deliberately didn't restrain his evil spirit.

As long as you stop at the place where those demon cultivators are, they will take the initiative to come to seek death and become a stutter for his demon energy.

"The cultivation base has increased again." Wen Chunxiang looked down at his hands, showing a wry smile.

He had already known the news of Song Qing's cultivation base drop these days, and Wen Chunxiang could know exactly why Song Qing's cultivation base dropped just by counting the time.He felt more and more that he had no face to see Song Qing, that he had failed his kindness.

Ordinary Buddhist cultivation methods can't satisfy him at all, and the previous demon cultivation methods are also useless.The demon energy on his body is getting stronger and stronger, even if he does nothing, his cultivation is still increasing day by day.But in the same way, he can consciously control the devilish energy in his body through this cultivation base.

This afternoon, Wen Chunxiang drank tea alone in a restaurant.

Now that he has successfully transformed, he has a lot of spirit stones, so he no longer needs to drink the remaining spirit tea.

"Hey, have you heard? Zen Master Song Qing seems to have lost a powerful magic weapon, and now his brothers are looking for news about the thief!"

"I've heard that it seems to be the little guard next to Zen Master Song Qing. He knows people and faces but doesn't know his heart. I didn't expect that the people around him betrayed him."

"It's a pity that the magic weapon, I heard it's a top-level real treasure, almost reaching the level of a semi-immortal weapon. It's the most powerful protective object on Zen Master Song and Qing."

"However, Zen Master Song Qing himself didn't seem to have any intention of continuing to investigate, and he didn't say anything. But he didn't want to pursue it, and the others couldn't help it. The magic weapon is so powerful, who wouldn't want it?"

Wen Chunxiang jumped up against the case, "It's unreasonable!"

Song Qing was actually bullied like this?

Wen Chunxiang no longer had the thought of not daring to see Song Qing in his heart, and immediately flew towards Song Qing's teacher's gate.

Xie Zhenghong also chased after him.

"Song Qing, Song Qing, are you there?" Wen Chunxiang shouted at the gate of Song Qing's cave.

"exist."

Wen Chunxiang turned his head, and Song Qing was looking at him with a smile, "Congratulations on your successful transformation, little peony."

Wen Chunxiang couldn't help feeling a little embarrassed, "Fortunately, I came here once before, but you weren't here. Also, now that I've successfully transformed, don't call me Little Peony anymore."

"Master Wen, congratulations on your successful transformation." Song Qing put his hands together and said in a dignified manner.

Wen Chunxiang laughed out loud, "You really look like those monks now."

"Amitabha, the poor monk is originally a Buddhist cultivator." Song Qing said with a smile.

The two looked at each other and smiled, as if the time of parting had never existed.

And Xie Zhenghong could only watch Song Qing in front of him becoming more and more similar to the man in Tsing Yi in his dream, and couldn't help but feel a faint sense of absurdity in his heart.

Is it Zhuang Zhou dreaming of a butterfly or a butterfly dreaming of Zhuang Zhou?

Buddhism pays the most attention to cause and effect, but Xie Zhenghong couldn't let Xie Zhenghong think deeply about what happened in front of him.

Maybe things are more complicated than he imagined.

Xie Zhenghong looked down at Song Qing's right hand, but there was no lotus seal on it.

But did the other party really not have it?

Xie Zhenghong looked at Song Qing who was smiling and chatting with Wen Chunxiang and thought so.

The predecessors said that those who can see the lotus seal must have a Mahayana cultivation base.Wen Chunxiang used to be a monk in the Mahayana period, even if his cultivation base declined later, he could still see what Xie Zhenghong was holding in the cave of Yinzhen Temple at a glance.But at this moment, Wen Chunxiang was only at the peak of the God Transformation Stage, so how could he see clearly what Song Qing was holding?

In other words, as long as Song Qing thinks about it, it is not difficult for him to hide the mark on his hand.

"Song Qing, who is that miscellaneous bird next to you? He dared to steal your things, I'll help you get them back!" Wen Chunxiang said angrily.

"He was probably flustered for a while." Song Qing smiled and comforted him, "He is a peacock. The peacock has a deep connection with our Buddhist family, and his family is even richer, so he doesn't like a small magic weapon at all. He probably It’s just that I want to take something as a souvenir.”

"If you don't ask, you are a thief!" Wen Chunxiang said angrily when he saw Song Qing defending the miscellaneous bird, "Don't worry, I will teach you a good lesson when I see him in the future."

"En." Song Qing responded.

Wen Chunxiang succeeded in transforming into a young man of thirteen or fourteen years old, plus he knows some Buddhist exercises, as long as he restrains the evil spirit and demon energy, he looks no different from an ordinary Buddhist cultivator. .

Song Qing's brothers and sisters also thought that this was a kid Song Qing knew, and this kid had a very cute personality, and suddenly brought a lot of life to this peaceful Buddhist school, so he was quite popular.

Wen Chunxiang and Song Qing get along like a pair of master and apprentice.

Wen Chunxiang had just transformed, so he didn't know many things, and Song Qing taught him carefully.Song and Qing found the jade slips to teach Wen Chunxiang about human culture and etiquette, and even some common sense in the realm of self-cultivation.There are even many Buddhist exercises that are not passed on to the outside world, and Song Qing also used them in front of Wen Chunxiang intentionally or unintentionally.

The scene of such a day lasted quite a long time.

Xie Zhenghong watched from the side, and was also very happy for Wen Chunxiang.

Even Song Qing, Xie Zhenghong became more and more used to seeing him.

Many times, Xie Zhenghong only needs to look at Song Qing's face to know what he is thinking and what he wants to do.

It was as if... another self was sitting across from him.

Every time Wen Chunxiang thought he avoided Song Qing to kill those demon cultivators, but Xie Zhenghong saw something from Song Qing's expression.

Most of the jade slips that Song Qing read in the past were Buddhist classics, but now he reads more of those jade slips that the Buddhists subdue demons.

He was looking for a way to control Wen Chunxiang's devilish energy.

But he did not stop Wen Chunxiang's behavior.

The speed of Song Qing's practice can already be called monstrous, but Wen Chunxiang's speed is not bad at all.

In less than a hundred years, Song Qing was already a monk in the combined body stage, and he also successfully formed the seal of impermanence.

And in the magic way, news gradually spread that a powerful magic cultivator went around slaughtering fellow practitioners.

Wen Chunxiang also unknowingly became a demon king in the fusion stage.

However, the higher the level of cultivation, the more uneasy Wen Chunxiang felt.

"Which one is this?" Wen Chunxiang rubbed his forehead, glanced at the storage bags left by those demon cultivators, randomly picked some and put them in his own storage bags, and the rest The fire burned them all.

His whereabouts seem to have been exposed recently, more and more demon cultivators came to test him, and many even proposed to cooperate with him internally and externally to destroy the Buddhist sect.

A few days ago, Song Qing defeated the Demon Cultivator and several monks who were unparalleled in the limelight. They were in full swing, and they almost became a serious problem for the Demon Cultivators in this world.

Anyone with a discerning eye can see that Song Qing is powerful, and even the Buddhist sect where Song Qing belongs has become cautious when dealing with Song Qing's problems.

If the elder who originally accepted Song Qing as a registered disciple still wanted to make things difficult for Song Qing, now he can't wait to confess Song Qing.Such a buddhist cultivator, he didn't have the confidence to shave Song Qing at all.In the end, the head abbot made the final decision, determined to invite the elder Taishang out to shave Song Qing.

"Song Qing, do you really want to ascend soon?" Wen Chunxiang couldn't help asking, "They all said that you will ascend in the next 100 years."

Song Qing responded lightly.

In this way, he is already at the peak of the tribulation stage. In the past few years, he has cut off all causes and effects except Wen Chunxiang, and he can become a monk at the Mahayana stage at any time.

"Can you wait for me any longer?" Wen Chunxiang said earnestly, "I am now in the middle of the tribulation period, and I will be able to ascend through the tribulation in a few days."

Song Qing smiled and shook his head, "When the opportunity comes, I can't stop it. Chunxiang, you have been guarding me for long enough, you should learn to be more independent. I can't be with you all the time."

"Why can't you stay with me all the time?" Wen Chunxiang was puzzled. "I couldn't stay with the old monk because of his limited lifespan. Now I have the ability to stay with you all the time. What's so good about being a monk? You can't speak loudly." You can't cry even if you laugh, and you have to shave your head. You can easily suppress those demon cultivators now, but once you shave, you can only chant scriptures to them."

"I'm in the Buddhist gate, and I'm practicing the Buddhist way. Now I'm standing in front of the main road. How can I not move forward?" Song Qing smiled and pinched Wen Chunxiang's face, "We can't fall by the wayside."

"But once you ascend, you will go to the Buddhist world." Wen Chunxiang said, "I can't go again."

"Chunxiang, walk alone, you have to learn to get used to it." Song Qing sighed, "Recently, your actions have been a bit rough, and some people in the master's school are already suspicious of you. You'd better restrain yourself."

"Are you disliking me for being a demon?" Wen Chunxiang sneered.

"I did not mean that."

"I understand." Wen Chunxiang nodded calmly, "Isn't it 100 years? It seems that I can't fly. I will go to other worlds to find some innate magic energy to use, and I will catch up soon your speed."

"Chunxiang..."

"You don't need to say any more." Wen Chunxiang stopped him, "When we become Mahayana monks together, your senior brothers will not dare to say more. I have killed a good person all these years. Then Duo Moxiu secretly wanted to find trouble with your Buddhist sect, but I solved it, and now they suspect me instead, do you want to kill demons?"

"Can……"

"I'm leaving first, see you in 100 years." Wen Chunxiang left in a hurry.

Song Qing sighed behind him.

But Wen Chunxiang had no intention of staying at all.

Wen Chunxiang flew all the way to other worlds, and he didn't know how many demon cultivators who found fault were killed before he stopped slowly.

"I didn't leave him on purpose." Wen Chunxiang murmured to himself, "But I'm about to bloom, and I can't stay by his side to harm him anymore. Even if I can ascend, I can only go to the Demon Realm, the Demon Realm and Buddha The world is so far apart, those immortals are stronger than us, it is impossible to be like in the cultivation world, no one knows our relationship."

"Is Feisheng just that good?" Wen Chunxiang wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, "It would be fine if he was a mortal."

"Senior." Standing in front of Wen Chunxiang, Xie Zhenghong whispered, "Everything will be fine."

100 years later.

Wen Chunxiang is preparing for the robbery.

He is now at the peak of the tribulation stage, as long as he successfully crosses the tribulation, he can use the thunder to suppress the devil energy in his body and become the body of a demon god.

70 years ago, he heard the news that Song Qingdu Tribulation was successful.

Today's Song Qing is already a Mahayana monk, as long as he quietly waits for the call of the Buddhist world, he can leave his own world at any time.

Many demon cultivators in the big world know that there is a powerful demon cultivator among them, but few of them know who this person is.Wen Chunxiang was so low-key that almost everyone who saw him died.

Wen Chunxiang tried to find Song Qing, but Song Qing was very, very busy.

Buddhist practitioners in the Three Thousand Worlds are proud to see Song Qing. Every time Song Qing appears, there will always be countless Buddhist practitioners following him, and Wen Chunxiang has no way to get close.

Song Qing finally succeeded in shaving, and now he looks even less happy, angry, sad, and joyful, almost like a walking statue.

But Buddhist cultivators all say that this is the capital of a Bodhisattva.

Wen Chunxiang thought he couldn't appreciate it.

After Song Qing became a monk in the Mahayana period, his body was entangled with fairy spirit from time to time.This kind of aura is almost a disaster for Moxiu, especially for Wen Chunxiang, who is entangled in demonic aura.

As long as Wen Chunxiang was within a mile of Song Qing, the devilish energy in him would keep clamoring.

Wail, pain, resentment!

Wen Chunxiang could hardly bear the torture.

The stronger the devilish energy in his body, the more Wen Chunxiang could understand the words of these devilish spirits.

Many times Wen Chunxiang was almost unable to survive, but the Buddhist imprint on his body rescued him from the brink of despair time and time again.

Once, once, again.

Wen Chunxiang desperately suppressed his urge to blossom, and his mood became more and more ups and downs.

He even thought of running to Song Qing and asking Song Qing to save him.

During the 100 years since leaving Song and Qing Dynasties, Wen Chunxiang encountered almost all kinds of bad things.

Being hunted down and deceived can only be said to be commonplace, and assassinations and sieges are even more frequent.

The monks who killed him were not just simple demon cultivators.

There are always some immortal cultivators and Buddhist cultivators who believe that he is a big devil, committing all kinds of evil, and besiege him again and again.In the beginning, Wen Chunxiang thought of not causing trouble for Song Qing, so he relented and let go of a few batches.

But those monks were unwilling to let him go.

After killing the first Buddhist cultivator, Wen Chunxiang knew that he might not be able to accompany Song Qing in the future.

He was originally a peony flower that had been raised by others for many years, and he would always be infinitely dependent on the person who raised him.

It's hard to be independent.

During these years of acting alone outside, Wen Chunxiang finally understood how much there is between the demonic cultivator and the Buddhist cultivator.If he is just a simple peony flower demon, maybe there is still a possibility.

It's a pity...it's a pity.

The catastrophe of ascension was too late to guard against.

Wen Chunxiang thought he was fully prepared, but he still seemed stretched when facing this kind of catastrophe that would never happen in ten thousand years.

His skills and magic weapons are all vulnerable.

"Senior, senior!"

Xie Zhenghong stood in front of Wen Chunxiang, but Tianlei still passed through Xie Zhenghong's body and chopped Wen Chunxiang into a shapeless shape.

Wen Chunxiang could hardly get up.

Only seventy thunderbolts fell, and there were still eleven.

But Wen Chunxiang knew that he couldn't hide from the one he connected.

The weaker his body was, the more the demon energy in his body wanted to occupy his body to resist the catastrophe.But the heavier the magic energy, the stronger the power of the sky thunder.

This is an unsolvable endless loop.

"Hey."

A hand rested on Wen Chunxiang's forehead, blocking the catastrophe that came down.

Even with his eyes closed, Wen Chunxiang knew who the owner of this hand was.

"Song Qing, can you not ascend?" Wen Chunxiang choked up, "I really can't succeed in ascending, can you stay with me? I don't like those monks. I obviously haven't done anything bad, but they are They have been chasing me. They believe that the exercises on my body are stolen, and they don’t believe any explanation.”

"...Sorry." Song Qing was silent for a while, then shook his head.

"I will block the next catastrophe for you, but your cultivation will drop." Song Qing's voice rang in Wen Chunxiang's ear.

"no need."

"Take a good rest first." Song Qing stretched out his hand and cast a small spell on Wen Chunxiang's body, which easily made Wen Chunxiang fall asleep.

When Wen Chunxiang woke up, his injuries had almost recovered.

The sacred scene when Song Qing was summoned by Buddha's light is circulating in the cultivation world, saying how compassionate those Bodhisattvas and Arhats are, how grand those visions are, and finally when Song Qing was picked up by those Bodhisattvas and Arhats, the Buddhist disciples how excited.

Just listen, you know how grand that scene is going to be?

Wen Chunxiang stood on the top of the mountain, looking at the sky silently, all of a sudden, he was really the only one left in the cultivation world.Those who knew Wen Chunxiang thought he died in a catastrophe.

Helpless.

There is only the demon cultivator Wen Chunxiang, not the peony flower demon Wen Chunxiang.

Xie Zhenghong walked over and took Wen Chunxiang's hand silently.

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"The great sage is safe and well." The Buddha came in the clouds and fog, and smiled at Sun Wukong with his hands folded.

"It turned out to be an old friend, a rare visitor." Sun Wukong's eyes lit up, and he ordered his disciples and grandchildren in a blink of an eye, "Hurry up and pick some good things and come back to entertain the guests."

"Yes, Your Majesty." Seeing that Sun Wukong was so happy, the monkeys hurried down to get things.

Sun Wukong pulled Buddha and sat together in the Water Curtain Cave, chatting about family affairs, "Oh, I just went to see Master a few days ago, who knows that Master went to the Bodhisattva to teach scriptures again. Not to mention the eight precepts, Buddhism is flourishing in the mortal world now, so I can't see others. Xiao Bailong is busy dealing with those relatives now, his relatives are all over the world, as for Drifting Monk... boring and boring."

"The great sage can live such a carefree life, which is really enviable to me." Buddha said sincerely.

When Sun Wukong was entrusted with the battle to defeat Buddha, he did not choose those sacred mountains and blessed lands that were full of immortality, but chose his own Huaguo Mountain as a dojo, lived his life in peace and stability, taught his disciples and grandchildren, and did not get involved in anything Whether right or wrong, Buddhism and Taoism have to show some face when they see him, and the goblins also regard him as an idol.Think about it carefully, there are so many gods in the sky, how many gods are there who can cause disasters like Monkey King and live so relaxed and happy?

"Haha, my grandson is a monkey after all, it would be nice to guard my acre and eat peaches and bananas." Sun Wukong laughed.His monkeys and grandchildren also brought melons and fruits of various colors and placed them in front of the Buddha.

Now there is Sun Wukong sitting in Huaguo Mountain, and the dojo named by the Buddha himself naturally has a bit of aura.The fruit trees in Huaguo Mountain are more or less enlightened, and although the fruits they bear are not as good as the fairy fruits in the sky, they still have a special taste.

"The great sage is so entertaining, I dare not hide it. Let me tell you the truth, this time I was ordered by the queen mother to invite the great sage to participate in the flat peach festival." Buddha said with a smile, "But it's okay if you don't participate. What's the matter, the Queen Mother didn't talk to death. It just so happened that I was bored in the heavenly court, so I came down to have a look and have a rest."

One day in the sky, one year in the mortal world.The queen mother gave him nearly a month, which is enough for him to spend many years in the mortal world.