Baoxiang is dignified, with curly hair, body shape and earlobes become larger.

"Oh," Duobao sighed.

It's really no longer as free and easy as before.

I don’t know what the Master is in now, and whether the surviving junior brothers and sisters have suffered a disaster in the Three Thousand Worlds.

He will cooperate and agree to come to the West to seize power. In fact, Laojun promised to take care of Huo Ling and the others...

Duobao has been thinking over the years that if he could have half of the strategy and half of his understanding of the great way, he might have been able to have another saint killer instead of the Western sect’s “family stealing”.

Boring.

At this moment, he could not move his Dharma body and his body could not move. Just like a Buddhist facade, it could also be regarded as the Buddhist's current peak stone.

Now that the saint is not released, Senior Brother Xuandu and Senior Brother Chang Geng have left the world. Duobao is indeed one of the strongest masters, and his strength is still above those old-fashioned masters.

It is indeed a good arrangement to have him in the Buddhist temple.

After all, it was Daozu who didn't take him, the anti-Heaven, seriously at all.

‘Oh, Chang Geng.’

Duobao sighed softly, and just as he was about to sleep for a while, he saw two figures coming from outside the hall.

It is Manjushri and Cihang's two "junior brothers and sisters".

Nowadays, they are Bodhisattvas and masters responsible for the teaching affairs, and are also famous scholars who are becoming increasingly famous in the prehistoric world.

Duobao cheered up and urged his Dharma body. The golden body dozens of feet tall shone with light, and his eyes slowly opened halfway.

Manjushri and Cihang entered the hall, slightly disrupting the frequency of the monks beating wooden fish on their side.

Manjushri bowed his head and bowed: "Worship to the Buddha."

Duobao said slowly: "What's the matter?"

"Buddha," said Manjushri, "Now there are many temples in the Five Continents, and Xiniu Hezhou is even more scattered. There are countless creatures who worshipped under my Buddhist sect.

Now, Buddhist precepts continue from Western teachings. Although they have been supplemented, they are quite insufficient.

We have drawn up the charter for the new Buddhist precepts and ask the Buddha to review it."

After saying that, Manjushri slowly pushed a scroll towards Duobao and landed in the palm of the Dharma body.

Taoist Duobao took a few glances and felt that although these precepts were too many, they were not bad things. If they could restrain Buddhist disciples, there would be less turmoil in the world in the future.

He said, "Publicize according to the law of the Master."

Manjushri smiled and said, "Abide by the Buddha's decree."

Ci Hang said on the side: "Buddha, although there are many Buddhist temples in Nanzhanbu Continent today, these temples cannot enter the prosperous land of Nanzhanzhou, and Buddhism is often biased and incorrect.

It is better to choose one or two high monks to spread Mahayana Buddhism in Nanzhou, so that they can protect the teachings and save all sentient beings."

"This is quite good," Duobao said warmly, "then it will be the responsibility of Guanyin Master."

Cihang suddenly wanted to speak but stopped.

Whoever asks the question will solve it?

This is done by the boss.

Duobao also felt a little embarrassed. A little stream of light condensed from the palm of the Dharma body, turning into a few emerald green branches, and landed in the jade bottle held in Cihang's palm.

Acquired spiritual roots, willow branches.

If you give some benefits and arrange for a job, you will be somewhat confident.

Cihang didn't say much, so he took the tribute and accepted the order. Suddenly he remembered the previous message of the saint, and said:

"Buddha, why not give me one or two helpers."

Duobao asked: "Which helper does the master want to use?"

"Recently, it has been rumored in Lingshan that there is always a glow in the golden lotus treasure pond..."

Before Cihang finished speaking, a golden light flew out from the Buddha statue's eyebrows, and the Dharma body instantly turned into a size of one foot. It sat on the golden lotus platform and appeared in front of Cihang.

A sense of majesty spread out, and Duobao hid it.

"Baoguang? Let's lead the way."

Hmm, it's not because of some instinctive reaction.

Cihang and Manjushri looked at each other, asked each other to ask, and led the way to the Lotus Pond on the back mountain of Lingshan.

It is closer to the place where the saints lived in seclusion, so it is already deserted on weekdays. As the sun grows, it is inevitable that it is a bit deserted.

Duobao is rarely able to leave the hall, and he is in great interest at this time.

Lingshan has changed a lot in recent years. Palaces everywhere have risen from the ground, and the entire Lingshan has been completely transformed, and even the mountain has expanded a little.

The Freshun Buddha, who was in charge of this matter, wanted to build the entire Lingshan into a large temple, establish it as a place for Buddhas to practice, and become a holy place in the hearts of thousands of Buddhist disciples.

Soon, Duobao, Manjushri, and Cihang arrived at the side of the treasure pond. Duobao looked at it from afar, his nose twitched, and he just sniffed it...

I was fooled, there was no treasure.

"Is it here?"

“It’s here.”

Cihang flicked his fingers, and a little treasure light flowed, and the treasure pool suddenly turned transparent.

At the bottom of the pond, a golden cicada was blocked layer by layer, lying in the corner and trembling slightly with its wings.

Duobao naturally recognized the golden cicada's heels, the ferocious beast of Hongmeng who was taken to be a disciple of the saint, the six-winged golden cicada and the golden cicada.

That year, he was almost killed by Chang Geng's junior brother, but was rescued by the saints of the Western Sect.

——Although Duobao has not shown up, he witnessed this scene next to his master through the small window built by the four swords of Zhuxian.

Cihang Road: "This golden cicada can be of great use."

Manjushri said, "The golden cicada is cruel and cruel and bloodthirsty. There are many capable people in my Buddhism, so why use it?"

Cihang rarely argues with others, but this time he said firmly: "Just make it look like it again."

Duobao saw something and said slowly:

"The golden cicada is dead. At this moment, it is entirely up to the natural power to support his life. It is better to reshape his soul with Buddhism and teach it carefully.

Since you are here, you have a connection with my Buddhist sect, and you can also realize that the sea of ​​suffering is boundless and turning back is the shore."

Manjushri pondered a few times: "What the Buddha said is very much."

Cihang accidentally glanced at the residence of the saint, sighed softly in his heart, and continued to discuss how to deal with the golden cicada and how to make the golden cicada play a role in the subsequent role.

Sometimes, she is indeed doing things that make herself embarrassed because of her kindness.

Soon, the three of them decided to follow up their lives.

In fact, most of them were Cihang talking, and Duobao and Manjushri were listening.

Cihang's plan is like this:

Let the golden cicadas first raise the wounds, help the golden cicadas to restore their origins and reshape their human body. This process will take about hundreds of years.

After hundreds of years, Jin Chan appeared in Lingshan, the Buddha took disciples and gave them his feet, and then found an excuse to send him into the samsara and reincarnate to the prosperous land of Southern Continent.

From the golden cicada to the east and west, he actively takes the Mahayana Buddhism back to the Southern Continent, and can preach Buddhism in the place where the human race gathers.

After this matter was settled, Duobao looked at Cihang a few times and asked with a smile:

"Master, do these words come from the Buddhas of all ages or from the way of heaven?"

Ci Hang was stunned for a moment and replied with a smile: "Is it different?"

Duobao smiled and said, "Indeed, it's about the same, so it will be done so that the master will take care of the whole process."

"yes."

Cihang agreed, but his expression could not show his joy or anger, but he could not help but sigh a few times in his heart.

This Jin Chanzi's future fate was arranged like this.

It has no right to know at all.

At the same time, in the northwest of Southern Continent, Lingtai Fangcun Mountain.

Li Changshou felt something, and he carefully calculated his fingers, but couldn't help but raise his eyebrows.

Will the Golden Cicada be born in three hundred years? The "Accessor to the Book" has been arranged?

Um?

Isn’t that the moment when the monkey returns after learning and interacts wildly with the Heavenly Court?

That's right, Jin Chanzi seems to have to walk through the cycle of reincarnation more than once, nine times and ten times in the cycle of reincarnation.

Golden Cicada Zi...

Li Changshou was meditating on the surface, but began to think in secret.
Chapter completed!