Chapter 4278

After Samantabhadra Bodhisattva finished speaking, he put his palms together and bowed in the direction of Leiyin Temple. He floated down from the six-tusked white elephant and patted the white elephant. The white elephant flew into the sky and concealed itself.

Samantabhadra Bodhisattva landed in front of the main hall of Xiao Ling Long Temple. Samantabhadra Bodhisattva released his Buddhist awareness and scanned the surroundings of Xiao Ling Long Temple. After pondering for a moment, he walked to the main hall and sat down cross-legged. He faced the statue of Maitreya Buddha and lowered his head to recite scriptures.

Not long after, two strands of Yuan Shen and a ray of clear light swept over. Samantabhadra Bodhisattva didn't even open his eyes and didn't stop reciting the scriptures. He was very clear that this was the Yuan Shen of Zhen Kong and the others.

However, with the strength of Zhen Kong and the others, it was impossible for them to detect the existence of Samantabhadra Bodhisattva.

After an unknown period of time, he heard a series of dull knocks on the door. Chunzang's voice also sounded, "Is there a senior brother here?

Disciple is Chunzang of Nirvana Sutra Seeking. I'm passing by today and it's already late. I hope senior brother can stay here for the night! "

"Monk …" Zhen Kong's voice sounded at an untimely time, "I already told you, this is a deserted temple. There's no one here!"

Samantabhadra Bodhisattva floated out of the main hall. His body flashed with Buddhist light and turned into an old monk. This old monk wore a strange orange-red outfit and a red hat that looked like a cockscomb. The old monk that Samantabhadra Bodhisattva transformed into also had dark red skin and a face full of wrinkles. Under a pair of snow-white eyebrows, his squinted eyes seemed to be submerged in the wrinkles of time.

This old monk was actually very similar to what Xiao Hua had seen in the past.

Samantabhadra Bodhisattva stood in front of the main hall and waved his hand unhurriedly. The broom that had been thrown next to the water tank in the corner for hundreds of years fell into his hand. Samantabhadra Bodhisattva looked at the temple gate with interest and then looked up at the sky. At this time, the tens of thousands of vortexes in the sky had exploded. Countless Buddha's light had shrouded the area for tens of thousands of miles. Layers of Buddha's light overlapped, and no one could tell how many layers there were.

And within this Buddhist light, countless Buddhist Kingdoms began to gradually form. Strands of faith power began to overflow within these Buddhist Kingdoms!

However, Samantabhadra Bodhisattva was a little puzzled. Within the layers of Buddha's light, there was a similar vortex. These vortexes overlapped with the Buddha's light. The layers of vortexes were hidden behind the Buddha's light and looked rather strange.

However, Samantabhadra Bodhisattva didn't have time to look at it carefully. The door of the Xiao Ling Long Temple was once again pushed open.

"Eh?" Zhen Kong's surprised voice rang out. "Why is there an old monk here?

Could he be a demon?? "

Following Zhen Kong's words, he strode past Chun Zeng and stood in front of Samantabhadra Bodhisattva. He waved his magic wand in the air and looked at Samantabhadra Bodhisattva vigilantly.

"Bullshit!

What demon … "Draconic Horse Zhen Feng's voice rang out." In your eyes, there are only two types of creatures in this world. One type won't harm a monk, and the other type will harm a monk!

Do you think an old monk can harm a monk? "

Samantabhadra Bodhisattva didn't care about the quarrel between the two. He only held a broom and swept the snow on the ground.

The snow had already been swept away when he entered the Xiao Ling Long Temple. Now, he only swept away a thin layer of snow.

Zhenkong's eyes glowed with golden light. He took a closer look but couldn't see anything. However, just as he was about to raise his magic wand, his eyes suddenly lit up as if he had seen something. The corners of his mouth curled up into a mocking smile. Then, he placed the magic wand on his shoulder and moved to the side.

"Elder …" Seeing Zhen Kong move aside, Chun Zang quickly walked over and put his palms together. "Disciple Chun Zang …"

Chun Zang wanted to greet him, but Samantabhadra Bodhisattva didn't seem to see him. He turned around and swept his gaze elsewhere.

Chun Zang helplessly walked forward and grabbed the broom. He smiled and said, "Old Master, you're old. Rest on the side. As for the rest … disciple will help you sweep …"

"Oh, little monk …" Samantabhadra Bodhisattva's body trembled. He looked up at Chun Zang and said, "Alright, since you want to sweep, then sweep more …"

Samantabhadra Bodhisattva let go of the broom and looked at Zhen Kong. His squinted eyes suddenly widened. He pointed at Xuan Kong in shock and shouted, "Demon, demon!"

"Hehe, if I'm a demon, then what are you?" Although Zhen Kong saw something, he still didn't show any respect. He rudely retorted.

"Ah?

He's a demon too? "Draconic Horse Zhen Feng was shocked and hurriedly took a few steps back.

Samantabhadra Bodhisattva's face turned pale. He pulled on Chun Zang's sleeve and shouted, "What?

Little monk, your horse can speak human language?

It … it's a demon too? "

Chun Zang held the broom with one hand and supported the old monk with the other. He replied with a slightly loud voice, "Old Master, don't be afraid. This Draconic Horse is this poor monk's disciple. Although it has the appearance of a Draconic Horse, it's actually a dragon. It's of the same bloodline as my Buddhist Sect's Guardian Heavenly Dragon!"

"Monk …" Draconic Horse Zhen Feng was unhappy and shouted, "How can your Buddhist Sect's Heavenly Dragon be compared to my Dragon Island's bloodline?"

"Namo Amitabha …" The old monk was still afraid. His withered vine-like hand tightly held onto Chun Zang and shouted, "Since it's a dragon, then it's a demon. I remember that when I was young, my house was next to a river. Dragons would often appear there. Every year, they would eat Little Boy!"

"That old man …" Draconic Horse Zhen Feng was even more unhappy. He almost jumped up and shouted, "That's a Flood Dragon. To put it bluntly, it's a python spirit. How can it be compared to this old man?"

"Namo Amitabha …" The old monk's face turned pale. He hid beside Chun Zang and secretly looked at Draconic Horse Zhen Feng and said, "You still say that he's your disciple. Look at him, he doesn't even call you master. How can he be your disciple?

Such a disciple … what do you want him for? "

"Damn it …" Draconic Horse Zhen Feng angrily said, "What does it have to do with you whether I call you master or not?"

"Zhen Feng …" Chun Zang finally couldn't bear it and shouted, "Go outside the temple and wait. Don't scare this old man."

Draconic Horse Zhen Feng smiled and said, "If master doesn't worry about this disciple carrying the scripture outside, then this disciple will go …"

"Master, you don't need to worry about this!"

Zhen Han, who had been watching from the side for a long time, immediately walked over and said with a smile, "This disciple will take the scripture from Junior Brother's back and then let Senior Brother kick him down the mountain!"

"Zhen Han …" Draconic Horse Zhen Feng was somewhat flustered, "You dare? I'll give you ten times the courage …"

"Why wouldn't I dare?" Zhen Han replied with interest, "You should ask Senior Brother this question …"

After saying this, Zhen Han half-jokingly pulled Draconic Horse Zhen Feng towards a corner of the small temple, away from the old monk.

As for Zhen Kong, he had already jumped onto the wall of the small temple. He raised his eyes and looked at the Buddhist light and rosy clouds in the sky. He listened to the inexplicable rumbling sounds with an expectant look on his face. No one knew what he was thinking.

"Hehe, I've let this old man see a joke!"

Chun Zang smiled and helped the old monk to the side of the main hall. He used his kasaya to clean the dust on the steps and invited the old monk to sit down. He said, "These disciples of this poor monk are naughty and often inadvertently violate the precepts. This poor monk usually doesn't teach them well. This is all this poor monk's fault!

However, these disciples of this poor monk have good hearts … "

"The secular world once said that if one doesn't teach well, it's the father's fault.

If one doesn't teach strictly, the teacher will be lazy.

You are indeed not a qualified teacher! "The old monk sat down, his eyes still narrowed as he indifferently replied.

Chun Zang could only bitterly smile. After the old monk sat down, he took a broom and began to sweep the floor of the Exquisite Temple. It was just like the day when Xiao Hua came to the Exquisite Temple. Before the Buddhist light descended, there was heavy snow. No matter how he swept, he couldn't catch up with the falling snow.

After the Buddhist light descended, the dark clouds had already been dispersed and the snowflakes had already stopped fluttering. Perhaps there were still some snowflakes that were unwilling to be left out in the air to join in the fun. However, it was much easier for Chun Zang to sweep.

In just half a meal's time, Chun Zang had already cleaned the entire courtyard. After he gathered all the snow at the foot of the wall, he very naturally picked up the wooden cover of the water jar at the foot of the wall as if he wanted to drink some water.

However, when he picked up the wooden cover, the water jar was empty. There wasn't a single drop of water. Chun Zang couldn't help but be stunned!

At this moment, a bitter smile appeared on the face of Samantabhadra Bodhisattva. He could casually sweep the snow in the courtyard and make it look like someone regularly cleaned the courtyard.

However, he didn't drink water. Why would he think of putting water in the water jar?

"Zhen Kong …" Chun Zang was only stunned for a moment before he raised his head and shouted, "Go and help this old man get some water!

On such a snowy day, I'm afraid it's not convenient for him to get water! "

"Yes, master …" Zhen Kong didn't hesitate at all and immediately answered. At this moment, Samantabhadra Bodhisattva smiled and said, "The water of the mortal world can only quench the thirst of the stomach. How can the thirst of the sarira be quenched?"

Chun Zang smiled and said, "Buddha's words are naturally the rain of the sarira. As long as one listens to Buddha's mantra at all times, the sarira will naturally not be thirsty!"

"Namu Maitreya …" Samantabhadra Bodhisattva put his palms together and bowed respectfully. "You're right. However, what if the sarira doesn't know how to drink water and listen? What should we do?"

"Enlighten …" Chun Zang didn't hesitate. "Enlighten and enlighten. Follow thousands of miles without fear. Take one step at a time and you'll naturally see Buddha's true appearance."

"Alright, please …" Samantabhadra Bodhisattva took a deep breath and stepped aside. He raised his hand and gestured, "Please take the first step to see Buddha!"