Not long after Yang Xingzhou left Wanhua Mountain, the rest of the Eight Demons returned one after another. Everyone divided Yang Xingzhou's eight scriptures, each practiced them, concentrated on enlightenment, and retreated one after another.

Just before the retreat, according to the coping methods taught by Yang Xingzhou, he asked his disciples to go down the mountain to participate in some strange things.

Some disciples conquered demons, saved people, and publicized the deeds of the founder of Wanhua Mountain.

That's all. Some disciples spent a lot of money to have some literati compile various miraculous deeds of the Eight Demons, and beautify the Eight Demons into eight immortals who saved the world and the people.

At this time, there were already legends of the Eight Immortals among the people, but they were not very popular. There were mainly legends about Lu Zu, Zhang Guo and others.

Now the Eight Demons have also begun to compete for the spot of the Eight Immortals, and they also call themselves the Eight Immortals.

In addition, he paid a lot of money to hire scholars to compile stories and let storytellers spread them everywhere, so he quickly became famous. Almost everyone knew that there were eight old immortals on Wanhua Mountain who saved the world and the people.

So much so that the original limelight of the Eight Immortals was overshadowed by the Eight Demons. Money clears the way, and everything goes smoothly!

In just a few months, the legend of the "Latter Eight Immortals" has penetrated deeply into the folk and has been spread in various cities.

In restaurants, entertainment venues, and theaters, the story of the Eight Demons is spread.

Many years later, in the story about the Legend of the Eight Immortals, they were deliberately divided into the "First Eight Immortals" and the "Latter Eight Immortals" to differentiate between the Eight Demons and the Eight Immortals. As a result, the deeds of the "Eight Immortals of Wanhua Mountain" spread throughout the world and were changed into various forms.

Such a story.

But when Monk Daoji encountered a wall at Jinshan Temple, he was not angry. He laughed, turned around and went down the mountain. After Zhike turned around, he had already arrived at Fahai's room in the temple.

"Brother!"

Zen Master Fahai was practicing the supreme Zen technique taught by Yang Xingzhou indoors, purifying himself and exercising his spirit. When he saw Jidian appearing, he stood up hurriedly: "I heard that my senior brother had a fight with Mr. Yang a few days ago. How is everything now?"

Jidian said: "It's not good. This life's golden body has been destroyed, and many years of practice have been ruined. Fahai, I will have to go through a great disaster in the future, and you will have to help me then."

Fahai said: "When senior brother is in trouble, junior brother will naturally help him, but I don't know what kind of disaster it is?"

Jidian shook his head and said: "You can't say it, it will change as soon as you say it, and it will be harder to prepare for it after it changes."

Practitioners generally have premonitions about upcoming disasters. The stronger the cultivation level and the higher the realm, the more accurate this premonition will be.

There's just one thing, you just need to know what's about to happen and you can't say it out loud. Once you say it out, the destiny will change immediately!

It is said that when the mouth is opened and the energy is dispersed, the movement of the tongue is right and wrong.

Once you tell the specific disaster you have encountered, the heaven and earth will react, and changes will occur. The previously known disaster may evolve into a bigger disaster, which is even difficult to predict.

Fahai said: "That's good, that's good. I wonder how senior brother can withstand the catastrophe?"

Jidian said: "This catastrophe is becoming more and more fierce. I am afraid that the magic weapon on my body cannot withstand it. Abbot, I want to lend you a treasure."

Fahai understood instantly: "Senior brother, do you want to borrow my purple gold alms bowl?"

Jidian said: "It can't protect me without it."

Fahai did not hesitate and handed the alms bowl placed on the table to Jidian: "This is a magic weapon passed down by the Buddha. It is best for protecting the body and subduing demons. Senior brother, please make good use of it and don't let the magic weapon become dusty."

This is a thing of the Buddha. Seeing the alms bowl is like seeing the World Honored One. Ji Dian did not dare to neglect, and knelt down and said: "Disciple must make good use of the magic weapon to subjugate demons and protect the legal system!"

After he took the alms bowl, he wanted to say something again, but Fahai said: "Now that you have been expelled from the Buddhist sect, the ultimatum is not there, and the foundation is difficult to survive. Senior brother, it is not convenient to stay here for a long time, you... just go!"

Jidian was stunned: "Where should I go?"

Immediately he understood: "Yes, I really want to go!"

He nodded slightly to Fahai, his figure quickly faded, and the next moment he had arrived at the shore of the West Lake and in front of Lingyin Temple.

As soon as he entered the gate, he was already seen by Monk Deqing, who immediately shouted: "Daoji! You still know how to come back!"

This shout alarmed the monk Guang Liang, who was in charge of the temple. He hurried to the courtyard, grabbed Ji Dian's arm, and shouted: "Daoji, something happened to you!"

He turned around and ordered: "Come here, tie up Daoji and send it to the court for disposal!"

Several monks rushed up and without any explanation, pushed Ji Dian to the ground and tied him up with a rope. After tying him up, they found that it was not Daoji who was tied up, but Guang Liang, who was lying on his back with a piece of stuff in his mouth.

Dog meat.

"Woooooooo..."

Guang Liang couldn't help struggling. After the monks hurriedly untied him, Guang Liang glared at everyone: "You bastard, why did you tie me up? Bah, bah, bah, this Daoji actually stuffed my mouth with spiced dog meat. It's just ridiculous."

How unreasonable!”

He took the dog meat out of his mouth, swallowed, threw the dog meat out with a look of reluctance, and clasped his hands together: "Amitabha, sin, sin!"

But he said in his heart: "This dog meat stew is not very tasty. The cooking skills of stewing dog meat are a bit poor! It is not as good as the taste of Wang Wujia in Qianmen!"

Several monks gathered around: "Monastery supervisor, what should we do now?"

Guang Liang knew that Ji Dian had some miraculous powers, but even the miraculous monks had to abide by the rules and precepts, so he was not afraid. He thought about it and said, "Daoji is doing these crooked ways again! Let's go to the abbot's monastery. He must be there."

The abbot’s place!”

At that moment, he led a group of monks and walked aggressively towards the abbot's temple. As soon as he entered the courtyard, he saw Daoji kneeling in front of the old abbot Yuankong, kowtow and salute, and said: "Old monk, you are not dead yet!"

Yuan Kong sighed: "If you don't come, how can I die? Today, you have to give me a gift!"

He raised his eyes and glanced at Guang Liang: "Guang Liang, after all, Daoji is a monk in our temple. Even if the Queen Mother speaks, she still has to show some kindness. Today, my deadline has come. After I take a bath and change clothes, I will give Daoji tomorrow."

It’s not too late to get out of the mountain gate.”

Guang Liang was overjoyed: "Are you going?"

Yuan Kong: "...Yes, once the opportunity comes, don't let it go!"

Guang Liang said: "Okay, for the sake of the abbot, let this Daoji stay for one more night. If you are gone tomorrow, he will leave!"

Yuan Kong: "That's good, that's good. Desire for profit has clouded the heart, and the seven orifices are difficult to open. Guang Liang, you are becoming more and more like a fish in water in the world of mortals!"

Guang Liang said: "Xu Jidian drinks and eats meat, why don't you allow me to drive him away?"

Yuankong said no more, sighed a few times, asked the monks to boil water, bathe and purify themselves, changed into a new monk's robe inside and outside, put on the cassock, sat cross-legged, made a seal in his hands, and said:

"A great dream in this world,

A lot of energy is wasted.

Cultivating the golden body through countless lives,

Keep the mourning platform dust-free.

Today Nanke wakes up,

It turned out that it was still empty.

Here I go to the World Honored One with Lei Yin,

Completely Buddha-minded.”

After reciting, he remained silent.

Daoji stretched out his hand to feel his breath and shouted: "Okay! Yuankong, you are finally dead!"

Guangliang and other monks went to check and were shocked when they found out that he was really dead. He didn't expect that the abbot would die immediately. He thought that the abbot was always kind, but he felt sad.

Only Daoji clapped his hands: "What a good death! What a wonderful death! Just when you need it, you ran away!"

Guang Liang was furious and stretched out his hand to push Daoji: "Yuankong is your master. He is dead. It's okay if you don't feel sad. Why are you still laughing?"

When he pushed, Daoji fell down and fell into the dust, motionless.

A monk took a breath and looked up at Guang Liang: "In charge of the temple, Daoji is dead!"

Guang Liang was startled: "I...I just pushed him, why did he die?"

Then he rolled his eyes and said: "Call him first and see if you can call him over. If he is really dead, give his body to the court. Daoji is a coward and committed suicide out of fear of crime!"

He thought about it again and said, "Why don't we burn it? It just so happens that the master and apprentice are cremated together, which saves an urn!"
Chapter completed!