Becoming a Saint by Leisure Reading - Chapter 691
[Chapter 670 The first bullet covered by firepower!]
The recent Daxuan is very lively.
Great victory in the Southern Wilderness!
Although it is not a great victory in war, its significance is far more profound.
According to the true records of Mr. Sima Lie, the great Confucian of the Spring and Autumn Hall, the historical truth about the tides in the Southern Wilderness is revealed in front of the people of Daxuan.
After all, they are all records of “My Relatives Watching It”, so there is no doubt about their authenticity!
Among them, there are many scholars who are good at writing, and based on the history recorded by Sima Lie, they re-edited and wrote touching stories.
Among them, the most outstanding one, apart from the semi-saints who ascended to the heavens, is the pride of the human race——Chen Luo, Chen Wuhou!
Who would have thought that the arrogant capital of the Yaozu, the white ink who claimed to be fighting against Chen Wuhou’s Wen Dao, turned out to be Chen Wuhou himself!
This wave…
hahahahahaha!
As lonely as the monster race is, the human race is as excited.
In terms of culture, my human race has been far ahead since the establishment of the first dynasty. You monster race think you can catch up casually?
In addition, the martial arts “Blood Body Transformation”, a supernatural power that only martial arts talents can practice, has also attracted great attention.
Ever since, a new saying was spread on the street—the
Daoist school is ruthless, the Confucian school is dirty, and the blood body changes to deceive everything.
First deceive the demon clan into being fooled, and then deceive the saint clan in the world.
It was also taking advantage of this momentum that Wenchang Pavilion announced that the reset version of “Journey to the West” would be open for distribution. At the same time, on the day when the new minister took office, the latest two chapters of “Journey to the West” would be released to the outside world.
Immediately, no one paid attention to the news of the new Wenxiang, and everyone was looking forward to the release of the new “Journey to the West”.
Two chapters at a time!
Marquis Chen Wu, the light of literati!
…
Zhongjing.
Since midnight, guests waiting for the latest two chapters of storytelling have already lined up in front of the various wake-up morning teahouses. No way, it’s too hot, if you want to listen to it in the morning, you’d better go home, wash up and sleep.
Not only the human race, but even the monster race living in Zhongjing spent a lot of money just to listen to books in the front row.
Some people who despised Baimo in the past picked up the story of Monkey King published by Yaozu again, and fell into it after reading it.
Especially those young teenagers shouting “I want this day, I can’t cover my eyes anymore”, as if full of infinite power.
Finally, the manuscripts transcribed from major academies were transferred to the storytellers in Xingzao Teahouse through Wenchang Pavilion. Those storytellers spent half an hour pondering and understanding the content of the new manuscript. Then, the first ray of morning light fell on the eaves. Wake up in the morning, the door of the teahouse is wide open, and the guests who have been waiting all night flock in. Occupying a seat, ordering food, and setting out the money that is going to reward the storyteller today, a series of actions are done in one go!
Not long after, there was a crisp rumbling sound on the stage of the teahouse, and the storyteller came out with a smile on his face, first bowed to Sifang, then took out Xingmu, and slapped him hard.
“Mentors, I don’t waste my time talking. Today, I will bring you the twelfth and thirteenth chapters of “Journey to the West”!
” Throwing it to the stage, the storyteller didn’t look sideways, picked up the teapot and took a sip, moistened his throat, and then said—
“The thirteenth year of Zhenguan, the age is Jisi, September Jiaxu, the third day of the first month, Gui Mao Liangchen…”
…
Time never stops, he is fast, he is slow, he just keeps walking like this.
The sun on the other side of the day rose slowly, and the warm light fell on the pavilions and pavilions, lengthening the shadows on the ground.
This is an ordinary morning, a morning that will never come again, a unique morning.
The sound of the storytelling came from the Xingzao Teahouse, spread to the street, and then, along with a gust of wind, spread between the heaven and the earth.
…
the happy days are always short.
“At the time when he was exhorting to say goodbye, he heard thunderous shouts from the foot of the mountain: “My master is here! My master is here too! “It made Sanzang demented, and Boqin was struggling.” The storyteller reached out and picked up the piece of
Xingmu
. ” After the words
fell, Mr. Storyteller immediately turned around skillfully, and disappeared from everyone’s sight almost without any pause.
It wasn’t until this moment that everyone reacted.
“It’s gone?”
“Is it broken here?”
“Wow, shame on the literati, stand up for me!”
“Two chapters? That’s it?”
“Is this one chapter divided into two?”
“I seem to have heard it, but I don’t seem to have heard it.”
“What do these two chapters say? Learn from the scriptures and go on the road? I’m not afraid to spend money, tell me for a day!
” It ‘s shameful.”
“Shame of the literati!”
“He-tui!”
A group of people cursed, and the respect for the “light of the literati” when they lined up to enter the teahouse not long ago has long since disappeared.
“Is this how the human race plays?” Several monster races listening to the book were a little dazed when they saw the righteous indignation around them.
Can you say that?
“Outlander monster!” An old man in grade who led the table seemed tired of scolding, took a sip of tea, and said, “This is the correct way to open Wuhou’s articles.
” Shame.”
“Not only do the two not conflict, but they also seem to complement each other!”
“Are you angry when you hear this fragment?” The
Yaozu guest nodded.
“Can’t you hold it in your heart?” The
Yaozu guest nodded again.
“Then scold it…” The
Yaozu guest hesitated: “Actually…the content of these two chapters contains a lot of information…”
“We don’t care about that!” The old man waved his hand boldly, “Mr. After reading it, it didn’t even take half an hour, not as long as the old man’s urinating !” “It’s
a shame that people can’t understand their thoughts after reading the text!”
“Call it out!” The
monster guest was taken aback, boldly Shouted: “The shame of the literati!”
Huh?
It seems to be really comfortable!
…
At the same time, high above, the sanctuary.
A series of cyan phantoms gathered in the hall of the temple, and pages of books were turned in front of each figure. That page is the manuscript of Journey to the West.
After a while, Han Changli glanced at it, and said, “This is Chen Luo left two manuscripts before going down to the Netherworld, please share your opinion.” The
church was quiet for a while, and then a clear voice sounded: “Chen Luo… Did you see them in Netherworld?”
“In the new chapter, there are Mahayana Buddhism and Hinayana Buddhism, which exactly correspond to them and the current Demon Buddha of the Western Regions!”
“This Chen Xuanzang went to the west to learn scriptures and wanted to bring back Mahayana Buddhism. ”
Could it be that their reasoning is coming back?”
“Mojie…” Another cyan figure said lightly, “I’m optimistic.
” Defiled the doctrine. They will not come back.”
“Gao Dafu, there are no absolutes!” said the semi-sage called Mojie, “If Mahayana Buddhism can’t come back, then what is the ‘Tripitaka’ that Chen Xuanzang went to get in Journey to the West?
” Gao Dafu sighed: “Even if their principles can really be retrieved through the ‘Tripitaka’, but Mojie, don’t you forget, what is their heavenly support after they return?”
“Unless Chen Luo can help them Open a new Buddhist avenue that reaches thousands of miles to the sky!”
“But that kid’s own martial art is only nine thousand miles now!” After
saying this, the half-sage Moji fell silent, and suddenly another voice sounded: “Gao Da Fu , you don’t know that kid…”
Gao Dafu was stunned, turned his head, saw the person who made the voice, and said with a smile: “Yan Baichuan, you have the most contact with that kid, tell me, this “Journey to the West” finally What exactly do you want to write?”
“Exactly, I’ll ask the literary sage to give me some pointers.” The semi-sage Moji also said.
Yan Baichuan shook his head slightly: “That kid’s article, who would have guessed it!”
“Only from what I have seen so far, the article involves the Heavenly Court, which acts on behalf of the heavens, the Netherworld, where reincarnation is orderly, and now there is also Xitian, who masters Mahayana Buddhism, and the unrivaled world. The monster clan that overwhelms the sky. This article should be a masterpiece.”
“As far as I can see, the serialized article is less than one tenth!”
“As for Wang Mojie’s mention of the ancient Buddha, I don’t know. Dare to jump to conclusions, but have you forgotten that when that kid was only three thousand miles away, he opened Chanwu and established Shaolin Temple! For this reason, the Demon Buddha of the Western Regions tried to make trouble for him, but was stopped by my temple. ”
“So, in the future, it is possible to give birth to a new way of Buddhism through martial arts
!
” If you are arrogant, that kid’s book of mortals can be read by everyone. I hope that his martial arts can give birth to Buddha, Dao, and Confucianism!”
“Hahaha, it’s really crazy, but you can’t say it.” Han Changli laughed, and finally said, “We who read books, don’t worry about Chen Luo, who writes books.”
“Since the law of heaven allows him to write “Journey to the West”, then this article must have a beginning and an end. I just wait and wait!”
But just as Han Changli finished speaking, a female voice rang out: “With this update speed, when will it be finished?”
“Why don’t you write it?” He came to the holy hall, semi-holy overseer, let him finish writing this book first.”
“Today’s broken chapter really drives me half to death!”
“Although he knew that the one calling was Monkey King, he still didn’t finish writing it. , I’m so sad!”
This voice immediately caused bursts of laughter in the church.
“Always pay attention to the movements in the Western Regions.” After laughing for a while, Han Changli said seriously, “Although we said that last time we cooperated with the Taoist Palace and severely damaged the Nether White Lotus Pure Land, the more this is the case, the more we must be vigilant against them. Counterattack.”
Speaking of this, Han Changli sighed: “It’s a pity that the ban of heaven is still there. It cannot be said, and many things are unknown.”
“I don’t know what the situation is now!”
…
At this moment, Netherworld, Changjin City.
With a long roar, Chen Luo flew out of Changjin City, but instead of rushing towards the densely packed strikers, he turned around and flew to a direction on the left side of Changjin City, before disappearing from sight in a blink of an eye.
The general and king standing at the top of the city frowned slightly, not knowing what Chen Luo meant, but the hundred coffins were still flying towards the battlefield. At this time, the battle had already begun, so there was no time to hesitate, and the general and king immediately waved the battle flag, and the city gate opened instantly At that moment, the cavalry in full outfit in the city rushed out like a sharp sword, and faced the vanguard army of rats like a tide.
The Shadowless Army focuses on surprise attacks and defensive defense, which is not their strong point.
The next time, the armored cavalry of the Shadowless Army collided with the striker of the Rat.
At this moment, there was a loud noise from the direction Chen Luo was going, and then, a huge shadow rose into the air and flew towards the battlefield.
That’s a mountain!
And that Tuoshan man was none other than Chen Luo!
The fire coverage he said, here we come!
(end of this chapter)
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