Three Burials of the Tang Dynasty with Bronze Head and Iron Arm[Comprehensive English and American]

After the trip to New York, the three burials made up enough merit, and I taught little Tony for a few days at Stark's family's home. Seeing that Howard and Maria were deeply in love with each other, I couldn't help but miss my beloved wife in Daughter's Country even more, so I asked a few Farewell to the benefactor.

Ever since, a thunderbolt fell from the clear sky, and when the mage opened his eyes again, he had already returned to the Tathagata West Heaven Palace.

Above the treasure hall, the statue of the Buddha is solemn, sitting upright on the twelfth-grade golden lotus platform, and seeing the strong merits and virtues around him in the third burial, he knows that he has benefited a lot from the experience, so he routinely asked: "Jin Chanzi, New York, can you Get a glimpse of this experience?"

The third burial saluted with fists clasped, with a solemn expression: "Amitabha, I am going to save someone with predestined relationship. Sajia has already discovered that that small world has a lot of merit and virtue, and the meritorious virtues of several good people are golden, but they are born as hard-working people with ill-fated lives. There is something strange, could it be that there is something wrong with Fate Xingjun?"

"Yes, yes! What the three burial disciples said is true."

The Buddha clapped his palms and sighed, his eyes showed admiration, and he explained to his beloved disciple in detail: "As you can see, on the day when each small world is born, the heavenly court will recognize a fate star king as the way of heaven for that small world, so that other Manage the newborn world?"

"Is it the Xingjun training class co-organized by the Eastern and Western Gods?"

San Zan frowned, thought for a moment, and said: "Sajia knows it. It is rumored that it is an exchange school. Not only is tuition free, but it also includes distribution, but the distribution orientation is not very accurate. I heard that Dongfang Xingjun was sent to Japan. In the world of horror movies, people even recognize it as Izanagi."

The way of heaven is the name of the East, and the western gods call these fate stars the gods of creation or gods, and some are called Izanagi, or Brahma and Uranus.

There is a saying in Buddhist Zen that one flower is one world, one leaf is one bodhi, three thousand worlds are not fantasy, and even in some worlds, there are miniature projections of the gods of the great world.

For example, in the small world that I visited just before the third burial, I believe in the projection of Yahweh in that world. Tathagata has some friendship with Yahweh, and often makes tea and discusses Taoism. I think it is like this, so I let the third burial go to that small world. experience.

Sure enough, the Buddha nodded and said: "It's the problem of the Fate Star Lord. Among those small worlds, there is a world named Marvel, and the Fate Star Lord in charge is an exchange god selected from the West. His term of office has just passed. , to return to heaven."

The implication is that because of this, that small world is so chaotic, causing good people to suffer.

San Zan had a vague impression, and said: "It's the old man named Stan Lee? The Sa family had heard of his name before going down to earth, and I heard that his achievements are the best among the star kings in that world. It's a small world."

"That's right. He has completed his meritorious deeds recently and returned to the Western Temple. He has already been promoted and paid, and has been transferred to Jehovah's side."

The Buddha sighed with emotion about the talented disciples of other people, and looked at the three funerals with grief and hatred.

Before the ninth reincarnation, Jin Chanzi was knowledgeable and gentle, and was recognized as a holy monk in the Three Realms, but now...

The Buddha sighed in his heart, and said again: "I also prepared a small world for you, named dc, because the destiny stars in charge of this world change frequently, so it is a bit chaotic, and I asked several benefactors with great merit to accept it. Only when you have encountered hardships, you need you, disciple, to set things right, to gain merits and virtues, and to achieve positive results through cultivation.”

San Zan suddenly realized, and said: "The Sa family knows!"

The Buddha smiled with the flowers, and then moved his eyes majesticly, looking at the quiet dragon girl and Bajie.

In front of the Buddha, the dragon girl didn't dare to be presumptuous, she turned into a very handsome white horse, and stood aside with low eyebrows.

Bajie also maintained a correct posture, returning to the prototype of the little fragrant pig, and docilely lay beside Wukong's legs, not daring to say more.

"Marshal Tianpeng, you have meritorious service in escorting here, and you will be reinstated in a short time. I will go to heaven to make peace with you for molesting Chang'e Xingjun, so don't mention it again."

The Buddha turned his eyes and said calmly: "As for the Third Princess Jade Dragon of the West Sea, your father sent your elder brother here to discuss something with you, so you don't have to go with him for this experience."

The dragon girl timidly kowtowed in response: "Yes."

"Bai Longer, if you don't want to go, just don't go."

Sanbu rubbed the head of Dragon Girl's horse, and said: "Don't be afraid if you go, the Dragon King has something to say, you just have to do it, don't fight with him, if you have something to do, wait for Master to come back and let you decide."

The white horse blinked its big clear eyes, its two eyelashes that looked like small fans trembled, and then two lines of tears flowed down.

"Father has many dragon daughters, and I'm not missing one."

The little girl wiped her tears and said angrily: "I didn't want to have a falling out with my father, but I only left the palace for three days, and my father sent a notice to the heavenly court to sever ties. It turned out that he refused to recognize me."

San Zan couldn't see her wiping her tears with the body of a horse, and always felt that something was wrong, so he patted the snow-colored mane as comfort.

The dragon girl was originally a pampered princess, but the Dragon King insisted on getting her engaged to the nine-headed sea snake. The little girl escaped from marriage and hid in Yingchou. .

The dragon girl has nowhere to go, but she refuses to give in. After being enlightened by Guanyin Bodhisattva, the willow branches are dipped in nectar, the saw horns and scales are removed, and she transforms into a white dragon horse and converts to Buddhism.On the way to learn the scriptures, he offered three burial mounts, worked hard and endured hardships.

Sanbuan took pity on Longnu when she was young, and loved her very much all the way westward, but the Dragon King's move... really broke Longnu's heart.

The dragon girl turned into a human form, but she was only a young girl in her twenties. She had a slim figure, a moon-like beauty, and was as light and beautiful as the moon among the clouds. She bowed to the Tathagata and then retreated from the treasure hall.

There is no fluctuation in the heart of the three burials. The dragons have always lived a long life, and it is common to sleep for decades. In conversion, it is roughly equivalent to a little girl who is dissatisfied with an arranged marriage and runs away from home for two hours. His father can't help but give in. up.

After Long Nu left, Ba Jie told Buddha and San Zan to return to the Heavenly Court, saying that he had to deal with the transfer of soldiers and horses in Tianhe Water Mansion first.

In the great hall, the Eighteen Arhats and the Bodhisattvas did not want to disturb the Buddha, so they had already retreated, and the Tathagata also returned to the Bodhi tree to start preparing lessons, preparing for the next three months of lectures.

The third burial chanted the Buddha's name, facing the entrance of the small world left by the Buddha, holding the Zen staff and cassock, he was about to jump down.

A slender, vigorous and powerful hand stretched out from behind him, and grabbed the mage's monk's robe directly. The owner of the palm was full of complaints, and said, "Master is leaving like this?"

The mage turned his head, facing a pair of sharp golden eyes, he couldn't help but pause: "What else is Wukong doing?"

The one called Wukong is Sun Wukong, the great disciple of the Sanbuan, also known as the Monkey King or the Monkey King. It is worthy of the name of Qi Tian.

Hearing the mage's question, he secretly gritted his teeth, but soon, his face changed, and he said a familiar formula.

The evil and handsome man shrunk slowly, and finally turned into a cute little boy. He coughed softly and said, "Will Master not look at me when he comes back?"

When San Zan saw his pale face, holding his heart and frowning sickly, he immediately realized that this delicate and frail apprentice might have suffered another angina pectoris that he had suppressed for 500 years.

"It's the Sajia's fault. They shouldn't be full of merit and get into a dead end, but make Wukong wait for it. The Sajia knows it's wrong."

Sanbuan usually loves this great apprentice of Mei Changsu the most. He is sad that he has changed from the rebellious Monkey King to the sick and crooked appearance he is now. Ai coaxed: "How about Master bringing you together this time? That kind of merit is also useful to you. It is always good to have more. Maybe it can cure your heart palpitations."

"Wukong always listens to Master, Master, don't abandon me."

Wukong stretched out his two white and tender arms, wrapped them around Sanbu Maise's neck, and nodded docilely like a little sheep.

Wu Jing, who was watching the audience and couldn't get a word in: "..."

The mermaid Wujing was stunned, and was so shocked by the scheming monkey's operation that she couldn't make a splash with her tail.

Just like that, Sanbu jumped with his lover in his arms.

After three breaths, the scenery changed greatly——

The bitter cold wind blows towards the face, making the surrounding objects creak. The crow breaks through the thick fog under the cloud and spreads its wings to fly to the night sky. Everything looks eerie and terrifying.

At this moment, the night was dark and the wind was high, the mage hugged his sleepy and dozing disciple Wukong tightly, put the cassock of the seven treasures that was impenetrable by water and fire, and not afraid of cold and heat on his disciple, and then walked straight forward, looking around.

The DC world is darker than Marvel, with Western Gothic buildings everywhere, and there are many hideous gargoyles cast on the roof, which is really frightening to watch.

If it wasn't for the fact that San Zan hadn't smelled the evil aura, and didn't see the bones and the gatekeeper, he probably thought this was the cave of some great monster.

"The reincarnation of Sajia IX has also seen DC movies, but the memory is vague. I only remember that there are many parallel universes in Naoshizi, but I don't know which universe it is."

San Zan didn't know where he was at the moment, but he could only look at the top of his head. The clouds were so dense that the stars could not be seen, and he seemed to be haunted by evil spirits. Don't panic at all.

I'm just a little hungry, and I don't know how to alms in the West.

Wait a minute, that's not right, Sajia is a monk with an appearance fee of [-] U.S. dollars, what is the fate?

Half a minute later, the mage took out Howard's black card, slapped it at the front desk of the hotel, and said, "Open a big bed room for Sajia!"

Half a minute later, Sanbu, whose black card was invalid, was kicked out by the security guards.

"Sajia needs a second rich member."

The mage sighed, he didn't bring his alms bowl with him, and he didn't have any money to spend. Now he really has nowhere to go, so he can only meditate on the spot.

It's just that the world is impermanent, and after more than ten years of hard work, Sanbu wanted to sit in this alley with Wukong for one night, so as to rest, and go to the benefactor's house the next day to alms for alms, but there was always something wrong. Interested people disturb him to rest.

Wukong was too lazy to raise his eyes, so he simply turned into a golden little monkey, nestled in Sanbuan's chest in a daze, turned himself into a pendant, and coquettishly said in a soft and soft milky voice: "Master, you just returned Why don't you listen to Wukong and live in a big house, won't there be no such incidents?"

"Nonsense, is the magic of the fairy family used for pleasure?"

The mage tucked his beloved apprentice into his clothes, touched the back of its fluffy head, and said, "Sleep, master will take care of it."

Facing [-] or [-] burly men who were illegally holding controlled knives and pressing at every step, the sorcerer played a trick with a nine-ringed tin stick. In a human body, there must be broken bones and tendons.

The burly men did not retreat but advanced, with high enthusiasm: "Cassock! Brother, look, it is a cassock! A cassock that can ward off evil spirits! We are saved!"

San Zan sneered: "Want to touch the cassock of the Sa family's seven treasures? We know that this cassock is a promise made by the Sa family to the queen. Come, come, and the thieves don't leave! The Sa family has done a game with you!"

The burly man didn't care about it, even though he was screaming and crying bitterly when he was frightened by the mage's "Chinese Kung Fu", he still rushed over with a desperate momentum.

The "big brother" who took the lead yelled as he ran: "Damn! Brothers, look, it's a monk! A living monk!"

Several muscular brothers with snot and tears flew together, tremblingly crawled under the cassock of the third burial, and cried: "Master help! There is a resurrected zombie in front of him, he, he, he crawled out of the grave! I saw it with my own eyes. Yes! It's scary!"

Three Burials: "..."

Ah, it's a zombie, and it's not tasty.