v5 Chapter 838： 108,000, finally back to the East!

As all the phantom images of the Buddhist scriptures fell into Chen Luo's spirit, the Zen-Buddhist Way shook for a moment, and everything returned to calm. Along with the light on the manuscript, it also dimmed, and fell on the desk again, returning to its original state.

Chen Luo raised his head and looked up. Although he was separated from the roof, he could feel that Tiandao didn't seem to express anything.

"That's it?"

Chen Luo thought that there would be some big move, but he didn't expect that there was not even a thunder after brewing for a long time.

"Over there..." Chen Luo closed his eyes, sensed the state of his avatar, and learned that the Buddha's light was overflowing in the central whirling pure land, especially Dizang, which showed the Buddha's Dharma appearance.

But that's all, no further action.

Chen Luo frowned slightly: I have obtained all the sutras, what else do I want?

Could it be...

Afterwards, Chen Luo sighed lightly.

The four masters and apprentices are still in the 80th difficulty, and they are still one difficulty away from "Ninety-nine Return to True", and "Journey to the West" is still two chapters away from the end!

The function of this scripture can only be seen after writing it all, right?

God, you are really stuck!

OK, I'll write!

I can always write!

…

At the same time that Chen Luo was writing "Journey to the West" in a hurry, Nanhuang, Weihushan.

Feng Bugui looked at Feng Feifei and frowned slightly.

"Retreat?"

"I remember that Nanzhi just left the seclusion not long ago, why did he go into seclusion again?"

Feng Feifei said calmly: "Azhi felt the blood pulse hit, so he decided to retreat again."

Feng Bugui stood up and walked towards Feng Feifei slowly, releasing the aura all over his body, causing turmoil in the space around him.

Feng Feifei was fully alert, and she sensed that Feng Bugui's cultivation seemed to have taken a step further.

"You...arrived at the Bone Desolate Realm?" Feng Feifei showed horror on his face. You must know that Feng Bugui was promoted to the Ancestor Demon and entered the First Ancestor Realm a few months ago. Why did he step into the Bone Desolate so quickly?

The four realms of the ancestor demon: the first ancestor, the desolate bone, the desolate vein, and the desolate soul.

Don't look at when Chen Luo wrote Journey to the West before, it seemed that only the Desolate Soul Realm was valuable, but now in Nanhuang, about 60% of the ancestor monsters are still in the First Ancestor Realm.

After all, what Chen Luo wrote was about the potential of the bloodline, and how much it can be exchanged depends on everyone's fortune.

Even Feng Feifei can be regarded as the pride of the Tiger Clan, Feng Bugui is not close to a Jiazi when he is old, and he is only a barren bone after practicing so far.

In all fairness, if there is no Feng Nanzhi, Feng Bugui can indeed be called the first genius of the Tiger Clan in thousands of years.

"The bloodline road before Huanghun, to me, is like walking on a plain." Feng Bugui stood still in front of Feng Feifei, and said: "Feng Feifei, you are teaching Nanzhi's practice."

"At this time last year, she was already the pinnacle saint."

"With such a noble bloodline, why haven't you stepped into the ancestral realm yet?"

"Why do you retreat over and over again?"

"Is it because you didn't teach well? Or is there something wrong with her?"

Facing Feng's question of not returning, Feng Feifei's face remained unchanged, and he said calmly: "Every practice has a predestined relationship."

"Nanzhi's goal is not to be promoted to the ancestor demon, but to become an emperor demon beyond the past!"

"Before the ancestral realm, be more cautious, there is no harm!"

Fengbuguiyantong shrank slightly, then returned to his seat and sat down again: "I know that the white tiger is not complete."

"The elders suggested that Nan Zhi and I would practice dual cultivation after the Ancestral Demon Realm. For her, it is a good thing for the Tiger Clan."

"I will never let her down."

"She was raised by that fox in Qingqiu since she was a child, so she has a purer mind."

"You can persuade me a little or two on weekdays."

Feng Feifei snorted lightly, but did not reply.

The wind didn't return and he didn't care about it. With a wave of his hand, there was an extra porcelain bottle in his hand.

Feng Bugui threw the porcelain bottle to Feng Feifei, and said, "There are twelve drops of ancestor demon blood in it, which I got from hunting other ancestor demons these days."

"It's all blood essence suitable for the white tiger's bloodline. It can be regarded as my apology for the dispute in the stone palace last time!"

"Come find me again when she advances, and I will force out a drop of Qiongqi's blood to help her advance!"

Feng Feifei accepted the porcelain bottle and nodded: "I will tell her."

Feng Bugui sized Feng Feifei up again, and said, "Nanzhi, she...is not retreating in the ancestral land."

Feng Feifei chuckled lightly, but did not respond.

Feng Bugui narrowed his eyes slightly, and nodded after a while: "If you have any questions, come to Yihu to find me."

"It's inconvenient for the other elders to take action, I don't have any worries!"

After finishing speaking, Feng Bugui stood up, waved the cloak behind him, and walked out of the stone hall.

Looking at Feng Bugui's back, Feng Feifei's expression became serious, and he held the porcelain bottle containing the blood of the ancestral demon for a long time, sighed deeply, and disappeared in place.

…

"Take it away, I don't want it!" Feng Nanzhi didn't even look at the porcelain vase in Chaoyunzu Xingzhong, and said calmly, "I am a dignified empress, when will I need him to offer a treasure!"

"If I really need essence and blood, Chen Luo will do it for me... Hmph, I don't even need his. When will it be the wind's turn?"

Feng Feifei had no choice but to put away the porcelain bottle of essence and blood, watched Feng Nanzhi "clumsily" cutting the baby's clothes, and shook his head.

"These things, the old man will go to buy..."

"It's different!" Feng Nanzhi picked up the little clothes he sewed and looked at them, and said softly, "The child's first clothes must be made by the mother."

It's just that the little baby clothes are not at all aesthetically pleasing, they are probably in the shape of two pieces of clothes and then stitched together.

It was too troublesome to embroider flowers and plants, so Feng Nanzhi directly sealed some spirits of plants and trees into it.

Feng Feifei handed Feng Nanzhi a cup of psychic liquid, and said, "It's just... how can you be sure that the little guy is born with a human form?"

Feng Nanzhi: ?(°?°)?

"That's right! She is my Feng Nanzhi's child, she must be in the shape of a tiger!" Feng Nanzhi quickly took another piece of fur, "I'll sew another one..."

"Azhi, this fur is at the level of a great sage, right?" Feng Feifei felt tired, "The baby is just born, maybe it can't bear the pressure from above?"

"My Feng Nanzhi's child, how could... well, I'll change it."

"The wind will not return to advance to the desolate bone." After a while, Feng Feifei said flatly.

The movements in Feng Nanzhi's hands paused, and then continued to cut. Just when Feng Feifei wanted to say something, Feng Nanzhi said, "I have a feeling..."

"The baby is about to be born."

"One month at the earliest, three months at the latest."

"When she is born, Azu, please take care of her..."

"I will try my best to advance to the Ancestral Realm!"

"I am of the blood of the white tiger, and I will not fall after the wind does not return!"

"With me here, the Tiger Clan can't change the sky!"

"Just now... Azu, let me do what a mother should do."

After finishing speaking, Feng Nanzhi continued to sew new baby clothes...

…

the next day.

Zhongjing, Xingzao Tea House.

The storyteller is on stage, talking about the content of the ninety-eighth chapter that just came out.

Although there are no monsters and ghosts in this chapter, whether it is the loss of Ling Yundu's body or the suffering of the scriptures without words, the eyes of the audience are brightened.

When the storyteller finished speaking this section, the rare voice of "shame of the literati" did not sound, and the tea drinkers remained in their seats, discussing in twos and threes.

"You can become a Buddha only by losing your physical body?" An old man twisted his beard and said, "Although I don't know what it means, it makes sense."

"In my opinion, it should be the theory of 'clearing the mind and seeing the nature' in Shaolin Zen." A Shaolin martial artist put his hands together and said, "There is also a way of calming the mind in martial arts, which fits quite well with the way of 'heart'. "

"I want you to tell. Chen Zhuguo's martial arts came from the world of mortals, and then went to the world of mortals. Back then, I was lucky enough to see Chen Zhuguo's first bombardment of heaven. He once said that no matter the monsters, Buddhas, immortals, gods and ghosts in his works, they are all people's hearts!"

"Speaking of which, in the Dao of the Earth Immortal, which is a branch of martial arts, there is also a saying that the Tao is the heart." At this time, a Hongchen Sword Immortal who walked the Dao of the Earth Immortal with a sword in his back said softly, "The so-called being in a human body is The gods are the so-called heart. Therefore, if you teach people to cultivate the Tao, you will cultivate the mind. If you teach people to cultivate the mind, you will cultivate the Tao.”

Everyone heard the words, and immediately looked at the Taoist. During this period of time, Shaolin warriors have been seen a lot, but Hongchen Sword Immortal is still rare.

"Brother Dao, I don't know the name of the brother? If you have time, can you go to the humble house to discuss the Tao after listening to the book?" A middle-aged warrior clasped his hands.

"Under the sad wind, I came from Dongcang, and I want to go to Nanhuang. I came to Zhongjing to meet Master Chen, and I have no time to talk about Taoism. I hope you will forgive me."

Beifeng had just signed up for the number, and all the people around him looked sideways in an instant.

sad wind? The sad wind in Dongcang City?

That sad wind Taoist priest who went from Taoism to martial arts?

This is the famous martial arts talent!

At this time, an old man in a Confucian robe suddenly said to Beifeng: "Master Beifeng, I have a doubt. If you see Chen Zhuguo, can you ask for me."

Beifeng nodded hastily: "Of course I am willing, please tell the old man in detail."

"Zen School and Earth Immortals all have theories of mind cultivation from the world of mortals. Why don't Confucianism have none?" The old man sighed softly, "Confucius said to achieve benevolence, and Meng said to obtain righteousness. This is the way of a sage. I am old and dull, I want to ask Ask the mortal way of the world of mortals and Confucian minds."

"I have the heart to benevolent and righteous, but that is the time of life and death. But on weekdays, how should I hold my heart?"

Everyone fell into deep thought when they heard the old man's question.

Beifeng got up, bowed to the old man and said: "I will turn this question to Master Chen. As for whether Master Chen will answer and how to answer, this junior dare not draw a conclusion."

"No problem! Just ask!" The old man smiled, "Your Excellency, the tea will be paid by the old man, and I have the right to repay you..."

High above the sky, Su Poxian frowned, his eyes fell on the old man in Xingzao Tea House, and Yan Baichuan beside him also smiled helplessly.

"Tsk tsk tsk, Mr. Han still has this side!" Su Poxian said.

"Well, after watching the latest episode of "Journey to the West", Mr. Han is in a hurry." Yan Baichuan's figure appeared beside Su Poxian, "I won't talk about martial arts, even Zen and Earth Immortals have clarified the way of the heart. Only Confucianism, this Chen Luo has been slow to give the world's views on how to enter the world."

"Won't the Confucian sect not be able to reap the benefits if the martial arts are thousands of miles away!"

"But I can't pull

"This is the only way!"

Su Poxian looked around and said, "He has already incarnated seventy-two in Daxuan territory, and asked more than six hundred people about this question."

"Let them come to Chen Luo for advice."

Yan Baichuan was taken aback for a moment, and then he exchanged glances with Su Poxian.

"Shameless!" The two said in unison.

…

At this time in Anguo Gong's mansion, Chen Luo didn't know that he was being missed by the half saint again, so he ate breakfast and went back to the study.

It's a close call, shoot now!

"Chapter Ninety-ninth: Count ninety-nine to eliminate demons, three and three lines to return to the root."

Chen Luo wrote down the title of the penultimate chapter of "Journey to the West" on the paper.

It stands to reason that after writing the ninety-eight chapters yesterday, he should have continued and finished Journey to the West in one breath, but Chen Luo found that as the phantom of the scriptures entered his mind and soul sea, the Zen Buddha Way was turbulent, and his mind and soul became tired When I got up, I couldn't hold it anymore.

That's why it dragged this time until today.

…

It is said that after the Tang monk and his disciples finished learning the scriptures, the Eight Great Vajras of Lingshan were ordered to take the Tang monk and his disciples to fly to the Tang Dynasty to pass on the scriptures, but Guanyin Bodhisattva discovered Tang's kpi... no, it was a catastrophe, and he had not yet passed through.

There are only eighty difficulties, and one difficulty is still missing.

So Guanyin Bodhisattva sent someone to notify the Didi driver, the Eight Great King Kongs, to dump the passengers halfway and throw the monk and apprentice from the clouds.

There is no way, there is always an inexplicable connection between numbers and the way of heaven, such as seven seven, nine nine, and the number of the sky.

Dissatisfaction is dissatisfaction.

The Tang monk and his disciples were directly dumped to the bank of the Tongtian River, and happened to meet the Baiyuan Jing, the **** of Tongtian River they helped each other back then This Baiyuan was overjoyed to see the Tang monk and his disciples returning from learning scriptures, and took the initiative to drive them Cross the Tongtian River.

During the period, Baiyuan talked about the past, and said that he asked Tang Monk to ask the Buddha when he could achieve the right result.

As a result, Tang Seng’s reaction was: (;?Д?i|!)

The poor monk forgot!

Bai Yuan immediately got angry and threw Tang Monk, master and apprentice together, into the river.

Tang Seng was wronged and didn't care about it, so he asked Monkey King and others to fish the salute and scriptures ashore, but he encountered a devil who robbed the scriptures again and was beaten away by Monkey King.

At this time, the scriptures were already soaked, so the four masters and apprentices had to arrange to dry the scriptures. As a result, some scriptures stuck to the reef, resulting in incomplete scriptures.

At this point, the last difficulty was finally solved.

…

When writing this chapter, Chen Luo slightly changed it again.

It was the false Buddha who wanted to seize the scriptures and attacked Tang Seng and his party. The Eight Great Vajras were attacked by the false Buddha and lost their fragrance. Tang Seng and his disciples fell from the clouds and fell to the bank of Tongtian River.

As for the part about Bai Yuan, I have no choice but to keep it without asking.

In the end, when the yin demon snatches the scriptures, it is naturally changed to a fake Buddha snatching the scriptures.

Anyway, I have carried the blame for the whole book, and it's not too late for the last time.

At the end of this chapter, the Eight Great Vajras caught up with Tang Monk and his disciples again, and once again bursts of fragrant wind blew them up in the air, heading straight for the Eastern Land Tang!

…

After finishing writing this time, Chen Luo flicked his wrist.

There were so many scriptures last time, and this time there was nothing serious, so Chen Luo didn't feel tired, so he dipped the brush in the ink and continued to write.

"Journey to the West" finale!

Chapter 100: Go back to the East, and the Five Sages will come true!

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Take care of the sick, mentally ill. Today is a little short...