The first Buddha in history

Wen Chunxiang was stunned.

This is not the voice of the little monk, but the voice of Song Qing.

The two are similar, but very different.

But the tone of shouting "Little Peony" seemed to retreat, almost making Wen Chunxiang think that the person hugging him at this moment was not the little monk, but Song Qing.

"You...you..." Wen Chunxiang wanted to break free from Xie Zhenghong's embrace, but Xie Zhenghong's embrace became tighter when he noticed it.

"He doesn't have Song Qing's bones, Song Qing didn't leave any ashes and relics, and all he has is a string of Buddhist beads."

Wen Chunxiang's face was slightly angry, "Little monk, don't say any more."

"Senior, even if you don't like to hear it, I still have to say it." Xie Zhenghong hugged Wen Chunxiang tightly, and said word by word, "Senior, I sometimes dream, and I often dream of seeing a house. The house is not big. There's a flower pot on the windowsill."

Wen Chunxiang's clenched fists loosened and tightened, and his chest was constricted so tightly that he could hardly speak.

He knew what the little monk was going to say next.

When he and the young monk first met, he saw the lotus seal on the young monk's hand, which was a mark that only the reincarnation of the Buddha's cultivation would have.If the little monk is Song Qing, all this can be explained.It is also common for monks to seize homes. For monks, the past and present lives are just a joke.In order to find a glimmer of life, how many masters would give up their current cultivation and reincarnate in the lower world to break through themselves?In contrast, it is a blessing in misfortune that Song Qing Zuohua can still get a glimmer of life to start over.

But his reason as a monk had already told him clearly that he should be happy for the little monk's words at this moment, but Wen Chunxiang couldn't be happy at all.

He didn't know what kind of expression he should put on at this moment?

"When did you know?" Wen Chunxiang's emotions fluctuated, and his voice was a little bit aggrieved.When did the little monk remember it, and why did he never tell him about it?If such an incident hadn't happened, how long would the little monk plan to hide from him?

"Senior, are you sad?" Xie Zhenghong couldn't see Wen Chunxiang's current appearance, and he didn't intend to use his spiritual sense to see.

"No." Wen Chunxiang replied coldly, and pushed Xie Zhenghong away in a blink of an eye, "Since Song Qing has nothing left in Xing Kaichang's hands, don't blame me for being rude."

"Senior!" Xie Zhenghong was taken aback by Wen Chunxiang's actions.

Hearing Xie Zhenghong's voice, Wen Chunxiang was even faster, and in a blink of an eye he was in front of Xing Kaichang.

"Wen Chunxiang, what are you doing?" Xing Kaichang was a little far away, and with the sound transmission between Xie Zhenghong and Wen Chunxiang, he didn't know what the two were talking about.But in his opinion, even if it is said, it is probably just some words of parting between ordinary Taoist couples.How could Xing Kaichang imagine that this ordinary Buddhist cultivator in front of him would be the reincarnation of his senior brother?

How could there be such a coincidence in the world?

But, by such a coincidence, Wen Chunxiang met him.

"What did you do? Naturally, you took back something that didn't belong to you in your hands!" As soon as Wen Chunxiang said this, the surrounding thunder resounded, resounding through the sky, and the devilish energy behind him rolled out. Fang Tiandi was completely covered.

"You...you don't want Song Qing's bones anymore?" Xing Kaichang hurriedly took two steps back and said calmly.

Although his cultivation base is not low, after all, he only has a skeleton to support him.Coupled with Wen Chunxiang's profound foundation in Buddhism, it is easy for a monk like him who is neither human nor ghost.Besides, if Xing Kaichang had the strength to compete with Wen Chunxiang, why did he have to make such a big battle?

People are not as good as heaven.

"Are you afraid?" Wen Chunxiang raised his eyebrows, showing a sarcastic smile, "This is a small and simple formation, and you want to trap me in Liuren City?"

After finishing speaking, Wen Chunxiang pointed his fingers towards the sky, and the devilish energy behind him turned into a fierce dragon, the dragon's eyes were as red as blood, and he easily sucked out all the devilish energy in Liuren City.

At this moment, those city lords who were still lingering and finally escaped from Liuren City also cast their gazes over.

If the Kyushu Demon Emperor really breaks this formation, then they will be able to get out of trouble!

At this time, while trying to resist, a monk turned his head to look in Wen Chunxiang's direction, "If the Demon Emperor of Nine Provinces sends you, I will wait for you!"

Now the only person in Liuren City who can save them is the Demon Emperor of Kyushu, who cares whether the other party is the enemy of Demon Emperor Ji Xie?His Majesty the Demon Emperor failed to manage his spirit sword well, and instead used them as bait for beheading the common people.Since the Demon Emperor is so cruel, we can't blame them for finding another way!And Kyushu Demon Emperor Wen Chunxiang is a good object of allegiance no matter how you look at it.

As soon as these words came out, some monks immediately responded, "At this time of life and death, please let the Demon Emperor ignore the past. If there is anything wrong with us, please don't mind the Demon Emperor."

The next thing is to say good things without money, and I can't wait to praise Wen Chunxiang's heaven and earth.

"Shut up!" Wen Chunxiang was so annoyed, a red light flashed in his eyes, and the magic dragon behind him roared towards where Wen Chunxiang pointed.The magic dragon raised its head and whizzed, straight into the sky, and the formation above the sky of Liuren City "creaked" and shattered in response.Seeing this, the remaining monks were overjoyed, and rushed towards the broken hole in groups of three or four.

"Damn it!" Xing Kaichang didn't know what kind of madness this Wen Chunxiang was going through, and now he didn't care about what was going on just now, "Wen Chunxiang, you really want to see my senior brother's bones being bruised and dusted!"

"If you have it, you can try it." Xing Kaichang's words and deeds are undoubtedly courting death in Wen Chunxiang's eyes.

Heh, in front of me, still here in a state of dying struggle, do you really think that Wen Chunxiang is a soft persimmon that can be squeezed casually?

Thinking of this, Wen Chunxiang had a thought, and countless demonic energy gushed out again, and the hand cream lay across his chest, constantly changing various fingering and handprints, like a silver screen bursting, and golden light scattered in all directions.

A phantom of a golden Buddha appeared above Wen Chunxiang's head, intertwined with the magic dragon, it looked extremely strange, but it also looked majestic.

Xie Zhenghong watched without blinking, he knew that senior was really angry this time.

Although Wen Chunxiang would get angry from time to time, he always acted with discretion. He clearly knew that the demonic energy in his body was so powerful, and the posture he used was no worse than when he fought against the Four Scattered Immortals.It's just that today's Wen Chunxiang is much better at controlling the devil energy than before because of his double cultivation with Xie Zhenghong. He can clearly maintain his mind and not be controlled by the devil energy.

Therefore, when Wen Chunxiang didn't need to restrain himself at all, and really released his demonic energy, not to mention the small Liuren City, even the entire small demon world began to tremble a little.

"...I thought it was hard to see the demonic energy soaring into the sky a few days ago, but I didn't expect that the demon emperor's full power would be so shocking to the world?" Several city lords escaped by chance, and no longer dared to look directly at them, they all got up and tried to escape far away.Thousands of miles away, you can still feel the pressure and power coming towards you.

If it weren't for the special terrain and abundant resources of the Small Demon Realm, if it were replaced by a normal Small World, it would probably be on the verge of destruction.

It's never just a season that can sacrifice blood to the world!

Xie Zhenghong was on the other side, making the same gesture as Wen Chunxiang.

This is the Tathagata palm that his predecessors had taught him.

"go with!"

Wen Chunxiang pointed his finger down, and the golden light shadow on the top turned into a huge golden light hand. It was truly earth-shattering. One hand actually enveloped the entire Liuren City. Looking at it from a distance, Going, I saw a glaring golden light covering Liuren City, and after a little distance, I couldn't see the real appearance of the hand shadow!

Xing Kaichang only felt countless uncomfortable breaths coming from his head. When he looked up, he was about to crack, almost unable to maintain his human form.

"Wen Chunxiang, stop!"

Xing Kaichang used several supernatural powers in an attempt to stop the giant golden palm, but when these supernatural powers met the giant golden palm, it was like a mud cow entering the sea, and a mayfly shaking a tree, unable to make any waves. On the contrary, he only felt that he His whole body seemed to be on fire, and the pain almost made him howl.

"Amitabha." Xie Zhenghong withdrew his palm and stopped the Tathagata palm that he hadn't used.

With the jewels and jade from the seniors in front, why should he do it again?

In contrast, I am afraid that the senior wants to defeat Xing Kaichang by himself.

Although Xie Zhenghong has some memories of Song Qing, he doesn't actually have much impression of such a "junior brother".

The memory he "saw" was broken, only the scrolls of Buddhist scriptures and pots of black peonies.

For Song Qing, there are only two kinds of worlds in him, one is his Buddhism and Taoism, and the other is his little peony.

Simple, monotonous but extremely rich.

"The fourth form of Tathagata palm, Buddha asked Jialan." Wen Chunxiang withdrew his hand, quietly watching the big golden palm keep pressing towards Xing Kaichang, without any emotion on his face, "Buddha asked Jialan specializes in ghost cultivation. Although you can't be called, you are almost the same as ghost cultivation."

"Wen Chunxiang, don't be complacent..." Xing Kaichang has been oppressed by Buddha Wen Jialan, one part of his body has recovered into a skeleton, but the other half is still the boy, "Wen Chunxiang, do you think you can live a good life?" Tribulation? Haha, none of us should be alive, I was just one step ahead."

"Wen Chunxiang, I'll wait for you in hell!"

Xing Kaichang didn't know what he thought of, he laughed loudly, and even gave up resisting people, allowing the giant golden palm to attack him.

He had already prepared for this battle.

Unsuccessful, they become benevolent.

It is impossible for Wen Chunxiang to live a good life and survive the catastrophe!

When being engulfed by the huge golden light, Xing Kaichang thought of when he was young, he and his senior brother lived together with peace of mind.I was worrying about how to enter the inner door every day, and my brother tried to comfort him in different ways every day.

If he hadn't left back then, even with a black peony like Wen Chunxiang around, he would probably be able to live well.

After all, the past cannot be traced back.

"Junior brother, you are too persistent. It doesn't matter if we can enter the inner gate or not?" Song Qing poured water on the peonies in the basin and turned his head to persuade.

"Brother, if we can't enter the inner door, we may die at any time." Xing Kaichang raised his head and retorted, "Just like this peony we picked up, it can only be trampled on the ground. Luck. But brother, if one day we end up in a worse situation than this peony, who will pick us up?"

Xing Kaichang was engulfed in the golden light, and all the skeletons he brought disappeared completely.

A string of Buddhist beads fell from the sky, was caught by a hand, and held in the palm of his hand.

"You can wait, I may not come." Wen Chunxiang brushed off his sleeves, and took the beads in his hand.Although his face was a little pale, it seemed to complement his expression at the moment.

Xing Kaichang is just a clown who only plays tricks behind his back, and the real troublesome person is still in the little devil's palace!

Wen Chunxiang raised his head, the little devil palace floating in the sky disappeared without a trace at some point.

At that time, he also lived in the Little Demon Palace, but he didn't notice anything wrong in it.

He couldn't even imagine how high Ji Xie's cultivation was.

"Senior!" Xie Zhenghong called out.

Wen Chunxiang turned his head slowly, glanced at Xie Zhenghong, his expression became a little strange.

"Senior, what's wrong with you?" Xie Zhenghong stepped forward.

"Don't come over." Wen Chunxiang stretched out his hand, blocking Xie Zhenghong's step forward.

"Don't call me that."

"Don't call you that?" Xie Zhenghong tilted his head and smiled, "Is that called Little Peony?"

Wen Chunxiang's face turned pale.

"forward……"

Before Xie Zhenghong could say anything, Wen Chunxiang turned into a blue light, flew away from this world without stopping, and disappeared without a trace.

"..."

Xie Zhenghong withdrew his outstretched hand, with a certain look on his face.

That's why he didn't want to tell senior the truth for a long time.

Wen Chunxiang seems smart, but in fact he is confused.But where he should be confused, he is also damn smart.

Wen Chunxiang didn't know how to face Xie Zhenghong.

He didn't know if this was his little monk or he was his little peony.

The original good relationship was suddenly inserted with irregular factors, which made Wen Chunxiang's mind full of fighting spirit just now sober, even if dozens of basins of cold water were poured in front of him, it was nothing more than that.

He didn't want to see the little monk for the time being.

He has to think about it.

Wen Chunxiang ran away.

Run fast.

It's not that Xie Zhenghong never thought about using a contract to contact Wen Chunxiang, but he finally gave up on such an idea.If senior doesn't want to understand, no matter how much he says, it's useless.Not to mention seniors, even Xie Zhenghong himself is a bit dumbfounded now.

Xie Zhenghong looked at the lotus seal on his hand and counted it, it was still 98.

In the Song and Qing Dynasties, the lotus seal on this hand was eighty.

Every reincarnation, one piece is added.

Before the lotus seal is complete, he must find what he lost to make up for it.

Back then, Song Qing's transformation was so fast, apart from Wen Chunxiang's factors, it was also because he hadn't found all his things.

Xie Zhenghong sighed on the spot, and finally disappeared here.

He should go back to the setting sun world now and wait for the senior to come back.

After Wen Chunxiang and Xie Zhenghong both left the Little Demon Realm, the Little Demon Palace reappeared, and a woman in white came out from above.

"Finally left." The woman in white wiped the sweat from her brow, looking at the fragmented city of Liuren, almost unable to cry.

These subordinates were all locked in the Little Demon Palace by the sword spirit who cut the common people, and could not pass on news, nor could they come out.Now that Zhan Cangsheng is full and the enemies are gone, the restriction of the Little Demon Palace will be lifted, and they will be let out to clean up the mess.

The woman in white almost shed tears for the life she will see in the future.

She took out a token and reunited those who were loyal to the Demon Emperor, rewarding those who should be rewarded, and punishing those who should be punished.

"Geng Yifeng, now that Xing Kaichang is dead, have those people under him settled it?"

"Solved."

Geng Yifeng bowed to the woman in white, with a smile on his face, "Together with the resources accumulated in Xing Kaichang's hands, all of them have been taken back by category."

"Good job." The woman in white nodded, "The Demon Emperor of Kyushu is really not to be underestimated, and Xie Zhenghong, alas, I don't know how exciting the outside world will be in the future. Before receiving the notice, you can play around, you don't have to stay in the Little Demon Realm all the time."

"Thank you, my lord."

Wen Chunxiang didn't know how long he had been flying, nor where he had flown.

When he finally sorted out the messy thoughts in his mind, he had already sat in a tavern, turning into an ordinary mortal and sitting there for a long time.

Wen Chunxiang calculated his position, a little dumbfounded.

Maybe it's because he relies heavily on this place, or maybe only this one place can make him feel at ease.

Ten thousand years ago, this place used to be the place where he met the old monk.

As time goes by, the clothes and culture of the mortals here have completely changed.

It has to be said that it is a sad thing to revisit the old place but not find any similarities with the memory.

For monks, such things are quite common.

Wen Chunxiang drank the tea in his hand.

"Xiao Er, do you have any wine?" Wen Chunxiang tasted it, but he was still not used to this kind of tea.

Worse than the rain that rains from the sky!

"Yes, yes, what kind of wine does the guest officer want?" Xiao Er approached courteously, nodded and bowed.

Xiaoer has worked here for a long time, so he has seen a lot.

However, he has never felt the same breath as the guest in front of him in any guest.

It's as if they are completely from two worlds.

This is probably a high-ranking official who is traveling!

Xiao Er thought so.

Therefore, when Wen Chunxiang greeted him, he responded with extra hospitality.

"Let's have some." Wen Chunxiang said indifferently, anyway, the wine in the world is no different to him.

"Yes, yes." Xiaoer knew that although the other party said so, he couldn't be so perfunctory, so he put a bottle of good wine in the store one by one, and ran back and forth several times before delivering everything.

"It's almost there." Wen Chunxiang threw him a silver coin, and Xiao Er happily took it away.

Except for the wine money, the rest is almost half a year's wages!

Wen Chunxiang started to drink.

It tastes bad.

Compared with the wine that the little monk once gave him, it is a heaven and a world.

Wait, why did he think of the little monk again?

Wen Chunxiang held his forehead, feeling that he was almost hopeless.

He seems to be divided into two people, each insisting on their own words, arguing hard.

The black Wen Chunxiang here cursed loudly: "The little monk didn't tell the truth, he did it on purpose, he just wanted to see your jokes!"

Bai Wenchunxiang's eyes were full of tears: "But this is a young monk trained by me."

Hei Wenchunxiang continued, "What little monk, that's Song Qing, Song Qing! That bastard Song Qing lied to you to ascend, and now he's reincarnated as a little monk to lie to you. For so many years in the drum, you have been alone for so many years, do you not hate at all? When you are sad and regretting, he is reincarnated and practiced happily. If it is not for Xing Kaichang, how long will your little monk keep from you? "

Bai Wenchunxiang's eyes were full of tears: "But this is the little monk I chose myself."

Hei Wenchunxiang scolded angrily: "Bah, you just lost your head. It's not enough time to get in for nearly ten thousand years, and you have to continue this bottomless pit!"

Bai Wenchunxiang's eyes were full of tears: "But we are still dual cultivation."

Hei Wenchunxiang was killed in battle and fell to the ground.

Wen Chunxiang's face turned blue and white, white and red, like a palette, very exciting.

He still can't get over the hurdle in his heart.

He couldn't equate the little monk with Song Qing.

He may have once admired Song Qing, and regarded him as the only friend, brother, or even admiration of Vitality.But these are different from his feelings for the little monk.He watched the little monk grow up to this point step by step with his own eyes. He knew what the little monk was thinking when he was silent, and he also liked the little monk calling him senior in a soft voice.

He thought he was an old cow eating tender grass, but he didn't know that he was the one who was eaten as tender grass!

How ridiculous?

Going around, it turned out that the one who was with him was the one from many years ago.

Thinking of this, Wen Chunxiang drank a few more sips of wine.

People who want to get drunk, even if they don't get drunk after a thousand cups, can still get drunk.

Wen Chunxiang had a lot of money with him, enough for him to drink here for decades.

Xiao Er also changed from being attentive at the beginning to becoming a rascal later, always worried that such a guest would die drunk in their tavern.

"Hey, have you heard? A few days ago, His Majesty took the princes to hunt, and found a stone tablet many years ago. The writing on it is blurred, it seems to be something from tens of thousands of years ago!"

"Oh! So long?"

"Isn't that right? Your Majesty personally asked the immortal master to decipher the content of the inscription. The immortal gate where the immortal master is located has a history of thousands of years. Maybe he can decipher the content of the inscription."

"Hey, I heard that this is auspiciousness from heaven? At that time, His Majesty was almost bitten by a tiger. Who would have thought that a thunderbolt from the clear sky would kill the tiger and create a deep pit underneath. There is such a stone tablet in the pit."

"Wow, that's amazing!"

"Hey, your disappearance is too old-fashioned." A few more guests came up happily, "This inscription has been deciphered in the morning, and the notice was posted, right at the street!"

"What's written on the notice?"

"It's nothing, the inscription is a country that has been around for nearly ten thousand years. Because the weather has been good year after year, the inscription is to thank their national teacher."

"Their national teacher can still bless the weather?" The guests of the tavern arrived in surprise.

"Why can't it be?"

Wen Chunxiang was so noisy by these people that he couldn't fall asleep, and wanted to sleep again, but there seemed to be a force in the dark that kept clamoring to wake him up.

"What national teacher?"

"It seems to be a monk who can heal diseases. During the years when he was a national teacher, there has been no disaster."

"Oh? What's the name of that monk, the national teacher!"

"Can not remember."

"How can you not remember?"

"Oh, I'll think about it again, I'll think about it again." The guest hammered his head, thought for a long time, suddenly jumped up, and shouted happily to the people in the tavern, "That person is called Shenxiu, Shenxiu Guoshi !"

The author has something to say: After the [-]-point crit of the little monk = Song Qing, Chunxiang ushered in their [-]-point crit of the old monk.

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"Great, this bone is completely a good seed for cultivation!" A Taoist in Tsing Yi smiled and hugged a baby he picked up on the side of the road, his beard trembling with joy, "That Buddhist bald donkey bullied us, and there is no one in our Taoist sect. , Relying on the emperor's belief in Buddhism, I was forced to come here. Now, under the blessing of the Supreme Lord, I finally have a successor."

The Buddha grew up to be six years old. From the beginning of his memory, he spent every day learning various Taoism.

At that time, the royal family advocated Buddhism and Taoism, and attacked Taoism wantonly.Even the mountain goblins in the countryside know to avoid the monks. As for the Taoists, most of them are deceptive things.

The Taoist who adopted the Buddha's son is the direct descendant of this branch of Qingyang Taoist Temple, and is also the head of this branch.He has profound Taoism, and he is dedicated to revitalizing Taoism. There are many people who want to learn from teachers, but he has always looked down on the roots of ordinary people.It's hard to find such a child with good bones. Naturally, he taught him carefully, hoping that he will shake the prestige of the Taoist sect again.

When Buddha was seven years old, he secretly met a poor fish spirit and released it, but he didn't dare to tell his master.

At the age of eight, he picked up another wolf demon, and secretly let him go after he felt that the other party was a good person.

Then, taking advantage of Master's inattention, he released some good fairies he had injured.

But Buddha's master felt that the place where he lived was becoming less and less evil, presumably because those goblins were afraid of him, so they avoided him.