The first Buddha in history

"Senior?!" Xie Zhenghong exclaimed in surprise, "Are you back?"

"Not yet." Wen Chunxiang denied, "I'm still wandering around the world now, I just come to see you occasionally."

"have a look?"

"Well. I can barely see the situation within a mile around you." Wen Chunxiang narrowed his eyes slightly, as if he didn't want to discuss this issue further. If he was able to use the contract to spy on Xie Zhenghong, if he said it, it would be fine. face?

"Little monk, do you need me to come and cheer for you?"

"This..." Xie Zhenghong hesitated for a while, sketched in his mind the appearance of Wen Chunxiang cheering for him, and couldn't help feeling a little funny, "Don't bother senior." Xie Zhenghong replied.

"Then why are you always so ink-stained? There are only a few bald donkeys. You have been doing it for such a long time. What are you talking about? Just knock them unconscious and throw them on the ground." Wen Chunxiang looked at Xie Zhenghong Looking around, I lingered on the face of the unconscious monk Ruhui opposite Xie Zhenghong for a few times, and the anger in my heart burst out, and I sneered, "Little monk, I am thinking, I will stay with you Did being around you block your luck?"

"...Senior, where did you say that?" Xie Zhenghong didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

"Why not? Every time I leave for a while, it's either a demon pet, a friend, or a confidant. When I come back to see you, you are empty-handed and have no one on you?" Wen Chunxiang snorted coldly. With a cry, the heart couldn't stop dripping acid water.

Originally, it was not difficult for Wen Chunxiang to use the contract to instantly move to Xie Zhenghong's side, but before he started to move, he saw another good-looking bald donkey beside Xie Zhenghong, and the two chatted happily. The unwillingness in Xiang's heart suddenly rose again.

He was saddened by his status as a young monk, and was troubled by himself. Xie Zhenghong was like everyone else, he should make friends and be happy, and it didn't hinder him at all.Seeing this kind of scene, no matter how coaxing Wen Chunxiang is, he won't be able to return to Xie Zhenghong's side so easily.

If the little monk is not allowed to have a long memory, how can he live happily with the little monk in the future?

This problem of picking things up randomly and making friends indiscriminately must be corrected!

Wen Chunxiang already hated bald donkeys, but now when he thought of the old monk and Song Qing with bald heads when they left him, the disgust in his heart was magnified several times!

However, Ru Hui is such a monk who has nothing on his head.

What's more unfortunate is that, judging from Wen Chunxiang's harsh eyes, it's passable even for a monk like Hui.

"Senior...it's just a coincidence." Xie Zhenghong thought about it seriously, but he really couldn't find any powerful words to refute, and he didn't know how to refute it?Does the senior still pay attention to such things?

Xie Zhenghong felt a little hard to understand, but couldn't help being a little happy.

Anyone who is put on the tip of their heart like this will feel happy.

As for the bad tone in and out of Wen Chunxiang's words, Xie Zhenghong automatically filtered it out.

"Be careful!" Wen Chunxiang was about to say more, when he suddenly shouted.

When Xie Zhenghong heard the words, he resolutely avoided the attack of a certain Buddhist cultivator, and turned his head to look at the Buddhist cultivator who attacked him.

The Buddhist cultivator somehow broke free from Xie Zhenghong's restraint, seeing Xie Zhenghong suddenly startled, he took the opportunity to sneak attack.Missing a hit, he also became breathless at this moment.

"Fellow Daoist, it's inappropriate for you to do this." Xie Zhenghong's calm tone was filled with sullen anger, "The poor monk was considerate of you before, and never did anything cruel. Could it be that the sneak attack from behind is the act of an orthodox Buddhist cultivator?"

"Heh, Xie Zhenghong, do you think that if you let us go now, this kind of hypocrisy can buy me?" The face of the Buddhist monk who spoke became distorted, and his eyes gradually changed when he looked at Xie Zhenghong, "500 years ago, Wen Chunxiang came When my San Lunzong robbed the scriptures, the person who guarded the Sutra Pavilion was my master. The scriptures were snatched by Wen Chunxiang. The master felt ashamed and shameless, and his heart was full of demons. He died 200 years ago! As a disciple, I can’t To avenge him, the master does not allow us to talk about it. I have pity on my master. I was harmed by you. The Buddha asked me to forgive me, but I can’t do it. Xie Zhenghong, let me ask you, what is the change? You, can you be indifferent?!"

When the other trapped Buddhist cultivators heard what this Buddhist cultivator said, they couldn't help showing some indignant expressions.

Yes, compared to Xie Zhenghong, Wen Chunxiang made them lose face even more.

No, it should be said that both Wen Chunxiang and Xie Zhenghong seemed born to oppose them.

Wen Chunxiang snatched away so many Buddhist treasures and scriptures. From then on, these disciples could only know that their sect had such things in a few records.

How sad!

Obviously it is a resource they have, and it is a skill they can learn.

Xie Zhenghong has the Tathagata God Palm on his body, the Dharma seal on his body, and even his cultivation base, which one is not piled up with the resources of their Buddhist cultivation?And among those resources, how much should they have?

But now, Wen Chunxiang used the things he took away from them to train Xie Zhenghong, and then used Xie Zhenghong to suppress Buddhism, how shameless?A thief stole something from his master, and finally used it to make a fortune and slandered his master. How can there be such a reason in the world?This kind of shame is enough to make these Buddhist disciples fight with their lives!

After hearing this, Xie Zhenghong sighed slightly.

"Why, you have nothing to say?" the Buddhist cultivator asked with a sneer.

"The poor monk has nothing to say." Xie Zhenghong looked at him calmly and said, "The Devil Emperor of Kyushu was originally a demon cultivator, and he just did what a demon cultivator should do. Even if he didn't snatch the scriptures, is it true that in your eyes, Isn’t he a demon cultivator?”

"you!"

"Did the poor monk say something wrong?" Xie Zhenghong asked back.

"Hahaha, little monk, you are right!" Wen Chunxiang laughed out loud on the other side when he heard such words suddenly, "I just did what a demon cultivator should do." After laughing, Wen Chunxiang Another sneer appeared on Chunxiang's face, "They kept calling me the devil, if you don't do what the devil should do, how can you be worthy of this title? If you want to get something, come here and talk to me What's the point of talking nonsense behind your back?"

He is already the devil emperor, the big boss among the devils, if he doesn't do something bad, how can he be worthy of the title they gave him?

Furthermore, there is no reason for the law of the jungle to prey on the strong in the cultivation world.

If this is true, then as disciples of Buddhism, the Buddha also said that all living beings are equal, shouldn't they share the resources of the sect equally?Then why are some people more and some people less?Didn't those monks with few resources have their things taken away?

When those monks who were seized by other monks because of their lack of cultivation were crying, did these Buddhist disciples stand up and seek justice for him?

He, Wen Chunxiang, was able to get those things because of his ability!

But if his cultivation level was a little bit close and he was beaten to death by those Buddhist monks, would these disciples still say this?

Not being jealous is a mediocrity!

"Exaggerated words." Tongzhi couldn't help cursing, then turned his head and urged Ruhui, "Ruhui, many scriptures of your Faxiangzong were also snatched by Wen Chunxiang, maybe Xie Zhenghong has already learned a lot of your Faxiangzong's exercises Now, as a direct disciple of Fa Xiangzong, shouldn't you contribute a little bit?"

Ruhui looked helpless.

Tongzhi was right, as a friend, he could chat and laugh happily with Xie Zhenghong, but as a disciple of Fa Xiangzong, he should protect the face of the sect.

"Thank you fellow daoist, please." Ru Hui said with his hands clasped.

Xie Zhenghong also bowed to Ruhui, "Please!"

When Shen Potian woke up again, Ning Ruihan had disappeared.

He is no longer in the Little Devil Realm at this moment, but has arrived in a strange world.

Shen Potian was about to get up when he touched a jade slip for summons beside the bed.

"Disciple, you should take a good rest outside for a while, if something happens, I will contact you again." Ning Ruihan's voice came out, "Remember not to lose face as a teacher, Shen Potian is dead, You are the Young City Lord of Xiaotai City in the Little Devil Realm!"

Shen Potian crushed the jade slip into pieces.

His memory stayed in the scene when "Ji Xie" turned into a long sword flying towards the Little Demon Palace, and Liuren City was besieged by countless cloaked monsters.

But Xie Zhenghong and Wen Chunxiang were in Liuren City, and he didn't know what exactly happened.

"boom!"

Shen Potian's fist hit the cave, and this strong force instantly punched out a big hole in the mountain.

He actually watched his friend being attacked and knocked unconscious and taken away?

Shen Potian was almost speechless in anger.

It turned out that even if he changed from a righteous sword cultivator to a demon cultivator, his strength was far from enough.

It is impossible for him to stand by his friend's side to help him, it is impossible for him to draw his sword to fight those evil heretics, and it is even more impossible for him to settle those injustices with his own strength!

Even if he is a cultivator in the transformation stage, he is nothing more than an ant in the battle of those powerful people.

The way is endless!

Shen Potian has never realized this so clearly.

His memory was frozen in the scene of the chaos in Liuren City.Those city lords who were usually high above and talked to Ning Ruihan and Yanyan could only become bait for beheading the common people, turning into streams of blood and disappearing without a trace.

If he wasn't a demon-dissipating body, if he wasn't Ning Ruihan's disciple, his staying there would only allow his friends to devote part of their minds to protecting him.

He was able to live until now, not by himself, but by Geng Yifeng's "luck" as Xie Zhenghong's friend.

"Xie Zhenghong has a skill. He can make everyone he approves enjoy the blessing of good fortune. But Xie Zhenghong looks ordinary, but he knows it very well in his heart. Those who approach him with impure intentions are helpful to him. He can tell the malicious ones, and it will cut off the way for other people to get luck! Since they can't get luck, they can only take it away!"

"Shen Potian, you will always be aware of this. Xie Zhenghong's fortune will become more and more prosperous, and more and more people will discover this. At that time, Xie Zhenghong will become the object of competition for all parties. You Believe it or not, even if some people say that eating Xie Zhenghong's meat can make great progress in cultivation, some people will believe it and try it! At that time, if Wen Chunxiang wants to protect him, he may have to make an enemy of the entire cultivation world. And you friends will never escape the fate of being held hostage and threatened."

What Geng Yifeng said kept flashing in Shen Potian's mind.

When he heard it at the time, he only felt that Geng Yifeng was exaggerating the facts, the theory of luck was illusory, how could it be so evil?

But now that I think about it, it seems to make a lot of sense.

Of course, what worries Shen Potian even more is the situation Geng Yifeng assumed.

In the world of comprehension, no monk has successfully ascended for thousands of years.

How many unborn ancestors and hermits are hidden behind these sects, waiting for the chance to ascend?

At that time, if Xie Zhenghongzhisheng really alarmed those people, even if he was divided and eaten, it would not be impossible!

What kind of scene will it be if it really reaches that point?

Just thinking about it makes me shudder.

Wen Chunxiang returned to the setting sun world.

He told Xie Zhenghong that he was still in the world, which was a lie.

"Wen Chunxiang, you have stayed with me for so long, you should go back." Yan Qiao couldn't help frowning.

"It's only three days." Wen Chunxiang said lightly without moving his eyelids.

"... Jinghuo hasn't come out of the alchemy room for three full days because of the leaf you gave me!" Yan Qiao couldn't help roaring, "The alchemy room hasn't even been bombed!"

Hearing this, Wen Chunxiang had some expression on his face. He raised his head and looked at Yan Qiao in surprise. Isn't it a happy thing that the alchemy room didn't blow up?

"You don't understand." Yan Qiao beat his chest and paused. "Jinghuo recently bombed the alchemy room about once every two days. He hasn't bombed it yet, which proves that he is still thinking about how to deal with that leaf? Once he thinks about it If it exceeds two days, it proves that he is not sure, and the time for thinking will be extended endlessly! A year or two is not bad, and if it is longer, decades are possible!"

Wen Chunxiang smiled, "You know him well."

"He once told me with great interest that he once stood still for nearly a hundred years in order to think about the method of refining a kind of elixir." Yan Qiao's face was very ugly, "The one you gave him A leaf, what did you do?"

"Probably because the fusion is more perfect." Wen Chunxiang shrugged disapprovingly, "In these three thousand worlds, apart from myself, I am afraid that there is no more perfect fusion of Buddhism and magic. Yes. I have also dabbled in alchemy a little bit. This alchemy often pays attention to a balance. According to a certain proportion, various materials are added with fingerprints and heat, and they are fused together. The more balanced the materials and heat If it is perfect, the appearance of the pill will be better. The leaves of this seat are naturally the best thing for the balance between heaven and earth. It has been polished for nearly ten thousand years. , but also to go further.”

When Wen Chunxiang said this, his face was full of pride.

This is nothing to be proud of.

Because what Wen Chunxiang can do, no one else can.

Dual cultivation of Buddha and Demon, dual cultivation of Buddhism and Taoism, dual cultivation of Taoism and Demons, are all things that many monks have done.

The latter two may still have some effect, but no one has ever succeeded in the former.

Wen Chunxiang's success, apart from his own efforts and external help, is also inseparable from the fact that he himself is a peony.

As a peony, Wen Chunxiang was born without those overly intense emotions. When he was planted with the foundation of Buddhism and Taoism, Wen Chunxiang's experience was too blank.Buddhists often say that a grain of sand is a world, and a leaf is a bodhi. Although it is wrong to use it here, you can understand the meaning.

If news of Chunxiang's double cultivating of Buddha and Demon gets out, I'm afraid it will cause no less sensation than the groundless "Secret Method of Crossing Tribulation".

How many Buddhist cultivators have been unable to ascend, seal, or obtain the Three Jewels for so long, precisely because it is difficult to overcome the demonic obstacles in their hearts.

However, Wen Chunxiang's success means that even if there are demonic obstacles in his body, those Buddhist practitioners can successfully obtain the golden body.

This in itself is unreasonable.

This is in fundamental conflict with the teachings of many Buddhist sects.

So Wen Chunxiang couldn't say anything.

Although he hates those Buddhist monks who are bald donkeys, the old monks, Song Qing and the young monks are all Buddhist monks. If the news of his dual cultivation of Buddha and demons spreads, it will only cause chaos in Buddhism. Neither he nor the young monks can afford it. Evil consequences.

"What is a more perfect fusion?" Yan Qiao sneered, "Just say that Shuangxiu is not enough?"

Wen Chunxiang's expression suddenly fell, and he stared at Yan Qiao viciously.

"Wait, don't do it, it's easy to think about it." Yan Qiao hurriedly took two steps back, "You looked like that after drinking Baihua wine, you don't know the way you looked at your little monk at that time, almost Swallowed him alive. Fortunately, your little monk is so smart that he talked to you with a smile as if nothing happened."

"...was my eyes scary back then?" Wen Chunxiang touched his face and asked strangely.

"It's more than scary!" Yan Qiao exaggerated, "Even if you threw your little monk to the ground in the next moment, it wouldn't be an exaggeration! Even Jinghuo is so slow, he avoided you at that time of."

Wen Chunxiang was speechless.

This is really irrefutable.

"Looking at you now, you have released a relaxed posture from the beginning to the end, and it seems to have blossomed successfully." Yan Qiao pointed at Wen Chunxiang, "Tell me, why did you come to me? ? It’s not just to amuse me and Jinghuo.”

Wen Chunxiang was suspiciously silent for a while, then looked at Yan Qiao and said, "Can you do the divination for me?"

"Ah?" Yan Qiao almost thought she had heard it wrong, "Didn't you always say that I was just pretending to be a ghost to deceive people? Don't you hate the thing that is destined in the dark, and you believe that man will conquer the sky?"

"Today is different from the past. Didn't you say that those monks looking for Taoist companions are asking for their own sins?" Wen Chunxiang didn't spend much time arguing with him, "Forget it, or not?"

"……What kind of?"

"Even... the origin of the little monk." Wen Chunxiang looked at Yan Qiao seriously and said.

Yan Qiao shook her head without hesitation.

"Why did you refuse so quickly?" Wen Chunxiang's face was very bad, "You refused me without even showing the Tianji chessboard?"

"It doesn't need to be counted at all." Yan Qiao was also very depressed. "Your little monk knew that he was lucky and the proud son of heaven. I don't know how many years of merits and virtues he has cultivated, and what is the origin? Forget it, I’m afraid it would be easy for me to go back a level in my cultivation.”

How could Wen Chunxiang not know?

No one knew better than him how powerful the little monk was.

Not to mention the old monk, as a mortal, the seal he gave to Wen Chunxiang can save Wen Chunxiang's life from the catastrophe.As for Song Qing, he successfully crossed the catastrophe, and it was only a matter of time before he ascended.

But now, the things that these two people have may all be inherited by the little monk Hui.

When he talked about this with Yan Qiao, he just didn't give up.

After Wen Chunxiang thought about the cause and effect between himself and Xie Zhenghong, he couldn't help but panic.

He originally thought that the little monk would be able to accompany him for hundreds or thousands of years at least.

But if the young monk is the former old monk, the former Song and Qing Dynasties, I am afraid that it will take less than 100 years to successfully ascend.

100 years, what is the concept?

It's too short!

"Why, did you have a conflict with your little monk?" Yan Qiao pretended for a long time, and finally couldn't help asking, "I wanted to ask before, the two of you seem to have never had any quarrel, this time What's wrong with making such a big fuss?" At first Yan Qiao thought it was because of Shuangxiu, but Wen Chunxiang couldn't "eat" Xie Zhenghong and became furious.But looking at it now, Wen Chunxiang clearly enjoyed it.

"Has he been here?" Wen Chunxiang grasped the point very well.

"Well, let me say more good things about him when you come." Yan Qiao betrayed Xie Zhenghong without hesitation.

"At the beginning, there were some things that I couldn't figure out, but when I went to the world, I figured it out." Wen Chunxiang pointed out, "I provoked him first, so naturally I was responsible. As for the past, what? Cause and effect, reincarnation, put it aside for now."

"...What are you talking about?" Yan Qiao was confused.

"It's nothing." Wen Chunxiang stretched his waist, and the whole person seemed to be very happy, "Although you are long-winded, there is one sentence that is right."

"What?" Yan Qiao had a bad intuition, but she couldn't help asking.

"I am indeed here to amuse you." Wen Chunxiang said solemnly, "Okay, I should go too, that idiot little monk can only be bullied without me by his side. Thinking about it, it's really frustrating This seat is very helpless."

Wen Chunxiang smiled slightly, showing the advantages of his appearance without blessing.

The peony flower is born to be beautiful all over the country, but Wen Chunxiang is naturally even better.

Yan Qiao was not at all bewildered by Wen Chunxiang like this, on the contrary countless flames burned fiercely in her heart.

It wasn't until Wen Chunxiang left in the form of Prajna Zen Master that Yan Qiao secretly cursed in the direction Wen Chunxiang left.

"WTF!"

The author has something to say:

As a young guest valued by the head of the family, Fozi sat in the VIP seat.

And those monks, Taoists, and other so-called martial arts masters all sat below, accepting the test of the Patriarch, and selecting people with real talents and real learning to catch ghosts and subdue demons.

After living in this mansion, the Buddha found that there were no ghosts here. On the contrary, there were two or three small demons, but they were obviously pure and pure, and they were not treacherous or evil.Most of the strange things in this mansion are man-made.

But Buddha is also willing to watch such a fight, to see how the exorcism skills of other sects are?Especially the monks, whom Master has said many times, must take a good look at their process of casting spells.

"You masters have come from afar, I am very grateful, but my family is small, only needing the help of one or two masters is enough, I dare not delay your practice." Patriarch said with a smile.Immediately afterwards, many maids came up with trays, "Here are some travel expenses. If you want to leave now, these are right to be used as money."

Although the maids did not have a thousand taels of silver in their hands, there were dozens of them.The people in the room knew their own family affairs, so it was up to the family to know how much they were capable of.This patriarch obviously puts the courtesy before the soldiers, and now he can get a good meal by leaving with the money, but if he really compares it later, it will be different.

Thinking of this, many people got up one after another, took the silver and bowed their hands towards the Patriarch and left.

Soon, there were only a few people left in the living room.

Two monks, a Taoist priest, a girl and a big man with a big knife.