Chapter 898 The Poor Monk’s Dharma Name Xuanzang

Chapter 898 The Poor Monk’s Dharma Name Xuanzang

In Jiangzhou City, a tall walking monk, holding a Zen staff and a copper bowl, was walking on the street.

Although the monk's robes on his body are shabby and his face is quite childish, he is still strong and has a tough temperament. When walking on the street, even the gangsters in the streets do not dare to provoke him.

The soldiers who questioned him at the city gate only checked the monk's membership certificate and then politely let him into the city.

When it comes to monk status and certificates, we have to mention the incident eight years ago when the Buddha appeared and the heavenly dragon spread his kung fu.

Since then, the abbot of Jinshan Temple has attached great importance to Nie Changchuan. He not only ordained him and took a Buddhist title, but also used favors to help him obtain a formal monk registration and certificate so that he could be an honorable monk in the future.

From this point of view, although the abbot of Jinshan Temple had selfish motives, he was not unkind to Nie Changchuan.

Considering this, Nie Changchuan did not get angry after questioning the abbot and found out that he had lied. He just changed his plan of asking for the blood book to searching for the blood book in Jinshan Temple.

But he didn't expect that the abbot would hide so deeply.

Nie Changchuan searched for three months before he finally found a secret box on the lotus platform under the Buddha's throne. What was stored in it was the undershirt of his mother in this life and a blood letter written in blood.

After getting these two things, Nie Changchuan finally went down the mountain and went to Jiangzhou to take revenge.

The reason why it took so long was not only because it was difficult to repay the teacher's kindness, but also because of some of the skills.

The technique he practiced is called "Eight Parts of Heavenly Dragons", which includes eight magical techniques, one is called Heavenly Beings, the second is called Dragons, the third is called Yaksha, the fourth is called Gandharva, the fifth is called Asura, and the sixth is called Garuda. , the seventh is called Kinnara, and the eighth is called Mahologa.

Nie Changchuan made little progress in the Tianzhongxiang. He spent three years in vain and still had no success.

It wasn't until he skipped the Heavenly Appearances and directly practiced the Dragon Appearances that he made rapid progress and his cultivation level increased day by day.

But there is a drawback to this, that is, seven days a month, he will transform from a human into a celestial dragon. Although the celestial dragon is majestic and majestic, it is not a human being after all. If he walks on the human world, problems will inevitably occur.

It wasn't until three months ago that he finally made up for his shortcomings and could control them freely.

At the same time, his cultivation has reached the Vajra state in Buddhist cultivation, and he is only one step away from Arhat.

To make a simple comparison, his master, Monk Faming, is probably three realms lower than him, and the abbot is two realms lower than him.

Converted to the level of immortal cultivation in this small world, it is probably a human power below the level of an immortal.

Coupled with the Zen staff, copper bowl and other magic weapons that have been found inexplicably from Jinshan Temple over the years, as well as the powerful magical powers possessed by the Eight Heavenly Dragons, Nie Changchuan's combat power can be said to be 'I am invincible below an immortal, and I am invincible above an immortal' one'!

Of course, this immortal refers to the immortal in the small world, not the real immortal in the main world.

If we really want to compare, the strongest immortals and Buddhas in this world are actually just true immortals.

Ordinary immortals, compared to the world of immortal cultivation, are probably around the stage of refining the void to the stage of integration.

Nie Changchuan was able to cultivate to such an extent in just eight years. In addition to the selfless gifts from some powerful people in the upper world, the most important reason was that his soul and body were both amazingly talented.

Moreover, as his own divine mind, he has not encountered any bottlenecks during his cultivation.

Monk Faming knew that his cultivation had advanced by leaps and bounds, and he thought that his cultivation was at most a little different from that of the abbot. However, Nie Changchuan swung out his palm and instantly leveled a hundred meters radius to the ground. This shocked him and left him speechless.

In Jiangzhou City, Nie Changchuan walked through the streets and alleys, and soon found his target. He helped a noodle stall owner drive away the troublemaker, and then politely offered him a bowl of plain noodles.

The noodle stall owner looked melancholy, thinking that after the monk left, the gangsters would still come to look for trouble.

But even so, he put away his worries and gave Nie Changchuan a bowl of plain noodles with a smile on his face.

After Nie Changchuan had eaten and drank enough, he raised his hand with one hand and saluted the noodle stall owner. Then he strode to the end of the street, stretched out his big hand, and pulled out two gangsters from a teahouse. He beat them up in the street and forced them to reveal their identity. base area.

Then, under the watchful eyes of all the neighbors, the tall monk held a copper Zen staff as thick as a child's arm in his right hand, and grabbed a big man by the collar with his left hand, as if grabbing a chicken, and carried him towards the local gang in Jiangzhou City. station.

Not long after, Nie Changchuan threw down the gangster, pushed open the door, looked at the fierce and stunned local gang members in the door, put one hand in front of his chest, and recited: "Amitabha!"

After saying that, Nie Changchuan picked up his Zen staff and rushed into the gambling house without hesitation.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

After the muffled sounds of flesh and blood and the shrill screams, Nie Changchuan walked out of the gambling house gate, wiped the blood on the Zen staff with a piece of black cloth that was obviously clothing, then held the thick hemp rope in his left hand and pulled hard.

"Crash-"

The sound of chairs overturning and tables turning over suddenly came from the gambling room.

A series of big men with bruised noses and swollen faces, their arms bound by hemp ropes, filed out.

Nie Changchuan held the Zen staff in his right hand and grasped the hemp rope in his left hand. He glanced at the people behind him and said: "You donors are rampant in the countryside and are full of evil. The poor monk should have sent you to see the Buddha in the West, but for the sake of the law of the Tang Dynasty and the order of the world, We still need to give all the donors a chance to survive.”

"Let's go, donors, follow the poor monk to see the official..."

After saying that, Nie Changchuan ignored the wailing of the people behind him and just grabbed the rope and dragged dozens of burly men onto the street with his own strength, heading to the Yamen in full view of everyone.

Many neighbors stood on the roadside, staring blankly at the scene in front of them.

The boss who gave Nie Changchuan a bowl of plain noodles was stunned and excitedly called the Buddha to appear.

When Nie Changchuan heard his words, he paused, looked at him and said seriously: "It is better to worship me than to worship Buddha."

After saying that, he did not explain the meaning of this sentence, and just dragged many local gangsters all the way to the front, leaving the noodle stall owner standing there blankly, staring at his back with wide eyes, confused. Is this guy a monk?

However, a scholar at the noodle stall heard the Zen meaning in Nie Changchuan's words and explained that the 'I' refers to the boss himself.

But unfortunately, the noodle stall owner couldn't listen to this Zen idea, so he only wrote down the literal meaning, secretly saying that he would build a Buddha statue for this eminent monk in the future, put it at home, and worship it with incense every day.

Along the way, the ruffians barely regained their strength, gritted their teeth, and tried their best to fight against the monks in front of them.

But it's a pity that these people are just mortals who know a little bit about boxing. They can't resist Nie Changchuan who has the power of Tianlong.

No matter they worked together to tug of war with Nie Changchuan, or grabbed hold of the surrounding houses and protrusions on the ground along the way, it was of no avail. They could only watch with despair on their faces as they were dragged forward.

When we arrived at the gate of the Yamen, local soldiers came with a large number of sergeants after hearing the news. They were stunned to see the spectacular scene at the gate.

After coming back to his senses, he calmed down his inner shock and came to the monk at the front.

As soon as he saw the tall monk's appearance, the soldier praised in his heart, 'What a strong man! ’

Then, he asked in a gentle voice: "I wonder why Master came here?"

Nie Changchuan recited the Buddha's name and said calmly: "The poor monk's Buddhist name is Xuanzang. He studied under Monk Faming of Jinshan Temple. He came to Jiangzhou City on this trip to find his lay relatives. Unexpectedly, he met a ruffian on the way. The poor monk knew a little about it. With fists and feet, I was forced to take action and captured them all, now handing them over to the officials for disposal..."

Many big men stared at Nie Changchuan's back with wide eyes, as if they didn't expect that this monk was so majestic and could tell lies without blushing or heartbeat.

What kind of ruffian was forced to take action...

It was obviously you who came to the door and arrested people by force, okay? !

Many burly men stared wide-eyed and cursed one after another.

But unfortunately, all their good teeth were broken by Nie Changchuan. No matter how aggrieved they felt at this moment, they could only whimper.

Nie Changchuan's eyes turned cold, and the hundred-pound Zen staff in his right hand suddenly hit the ground.

"Bang!"

The bluestone shattered, and the demon-conquering pestle at the end of the Zen staff sank deeply into the ground.

All the big men were attracted by it and quickly closed their mouths tightly.

Even the soldier who joined the army was startled by Nie Changchuan and said quickly: "It turns out that he is Master Xuanzang from Jinshan Temple. I wonder if he is a monk?"

"That's natural."

Nie Changchuan took out the ultimatum and handed it to a scholar next to him to look at.

After reading it, the scholar returned it to Nie Changchuan, nodded and said: "The ultimatum is correct."

Joining the Army nodded and waved his hand, and the hundred or so sergeants who followed him immediately stepped forward and took the dozens of local ruffians into custody.

The soldier raised his hands and smiled and said, "Thank you so much, Master, for eliminating harm to the people. I wonder how many days Master will stay in Jiangzhou City?"

"My wife, the governor, is suffering from a strange disease. The governor is worried about her day and night. Whenever a Taoist priest passes by, he always invites him to the mansion to help take a look at the strange disease on his wife."

"I see that the Master's appearance does not look like ordinary people. Does he have the means of hanging a pot to govern the world?"

Nie Changchuan raised one hand in front of his chest and said calmly: "Amitabha, this poor monk came all the way from Jinshan Temple to subdue demons and eliminate violence when encountering them. As for the art of hanging a pot, he also knows a little bit about it. He can be a noble person." Share the worries.”

The soldier looked happy and said hurriedly: "That's great, let's ask the mage to give us an introduction!"