"Bang bang bang"
Cien Temple, the na of this ancient temple, was not well-known in previous years, under the backdrop of the declining Buddhist Law in Jingguan City, it appeared desolate. Only a month ago, a Holy Monk from the Western Soil ca here, his Buddhist Law boundless, stayed at Cien Temple, and opened the altar to preach, attracting thousands.
It is said that when this Holy Monk opened the altar to preach, the Buddha statues covered in dust for years within the temple emanated infinite Buddha Light, dust vanished and light erged. There was also a natural Buddhist Chant, resonating with the scripture, indescribably wonderful, spreading excitent throughout Jingguan City at once.
Since then, this ancient temple’s fa soared, transforming from its once desolate state into today’s bustling scene, incense never stopping!
Under the night sky, in Cien Temple, the incense during the day was too strong, after burning out, leaving a layer of white mist, hovering in the ancient temple among the mountains, unwilling to dissipate.
In the pitch-black night, the ancient temple is quiet, with sparse lights hidden, and in the mist, the faint sound of wood knocking and subtle chanting can be heard.
Inside the temple, in the Great Hall, candle flas cast flickering shadows on the windows, the Buddha’s gilded hand half-bathed in shadow, the curvature of the thumb flickering in the firelight, as if secretly calculating sothing.
On the left and right sides, the clay sculptures of the eighteen Arhats emanate a cold light in the dark, so have frighteningly protruding brow bones, others have fierce arcs of grinning at their mouths, when the candlelight passes, those glass-like eyeballs seem to turn with the lamp fla.
And in the center where two rows of lamp flas converge, on a mat, a Venerable sits cross-legged facing the Buddha’s Golden Body, one hand holding Buddha Beads, the other tapping a wood fish, lips moving slightly.
"Dong, dong, dong"
In the Heavenly King Hall opposite, Weituo holds the Vajra Pestle, armor folds hide candlelight fragnts, those pitch-dark eyes seem to stare at the Great Hall opposite, glowing frighteningly in the dark.
In this night setting, a swallow with a scissor tail and feathers like dark satin flies over a low mountain, soaring through the forest, diving into the ancient temple.
When the swallow flies into the white mist, a streak of golden light sweeps over from the yard-long swallow, and the swallow, seemingly unobstructed, threads the eaves and twirls around pillars, arriving at the temple’s backyard.
There is a place for monks to rest in the temple.
The swallow flaps its wings, coming to a room in the east wing of the backyard, pecking at the door with its beak, and then moving to two rooms in the west wing, as if soone is knocking on the door.
However, after the door sounds, there is no movent from behind the door.
But after a dozen breaths, in a dark room in the east wing.
A few rustling sounds slowly erge in the darkness, and gradually increase in volu.
"Night Marquis, did you send the signal?"
"No."
"Was it you?"
"No, who gathered us three together, that’s our secret eting signal among the four of us, who else could it be? Asura, this fellow is..."
Before the voice finished, the sound of flapping wings ca from the room, then, under the gaze of three pairs of glowing eyes in the dark,
a swallow flew in, then under the gaze of the three pairs of eyes, feathers on the flying body scattered like a Heavenly Girl throwing flowers.
Then, a child slowly descended from within.
The child, with a striking appearance, face like a full moon mirrored in glass, exuding compassion like a Buddha statue, but the center of the brow is open with a vertical eye, pupil blood-red.
The top of its head has two knots, wearing a small blue robe, with shallow golden entwined lotus patterns on the neck and sleeve cuffs, bare feet stepping on wooden clogs.
"Asura!"
"It’s you, the fellow!"
"Hmph, you’ve returned, why be so mysterious?"
Three immature voices, yet with an old-fashioned tone, sound one after another.
In the dark, three similarly dressed children gather around, with different faces, including two female children.
They are the remaining three Golden Boys and Jade Girls following the Western Holy Monk.
Despite their cute appearances, they are actually terrifyingly powerful, transford from three Great Demons among the Eight Demons of the Demon Country.
As Asura appears, seeing these three people, a strange color flashes in its eyes but quickly returns to normal, quietly saying:
"I secretly ca back."
"What do you an?" One Jade Girl transford from a Qian Dapo, frowned gracefully, her voice like Heavenly Girl’s wind chis and jade jadeite.
"Asura, didn’t you go to the Venerable to report?" another Yaksha asked suspiciously.
"Why should I go? Do you all want to stay by that bald monk, beco his mount, set by your clan on the pillar of sha?" Asura’s low voice transmitted into the ears of several Great Demons, sounding harshly.
"Asura, you want to escape? Can’t escape, that person has planted a mark on us." The last child transford from a Dragon suddenly spoke in a sharp tone.
Another female Yaksha, and a Jade Girl who transford from a Qian Dapo, also kept a close watch.
Asura sneered, "Why should we escape? That bald donkey has pushed us too far. I have found a way, a legitimate way to be rid of his control."
"Do you have such kindness?"
"What way?"
"Don’t beat around the bush."
The tones of the three Great Demons varied, yet all eagerly inquired about what Asura had to say.
Asura then began to explain:
"Wasn’t I sent by that bald donkey to track down the whereabouts of the Martial Saint of the Ninth Mountain? At that ti, the troops of the Human Clan left the city, and I followed, secretly devoured so of their troops, and thus seized their mories."
"And discovered an interesting clue."
"This Martial Saint surnad Chen once killed a golden Gu Diao, which was a Great Demon."
"Can you guess who this person is? Have you seen him?"
Asura showed a strange smile, making the three Golden Boy and Jade Girl freeze, and then they realized.
"Gu Diao Great Demon?"
"I know, it’s a disciple that the Golden-winged Roc King of the Garuda Clan brought back from outside, nad Moluo!"
Great Demons are already rare, and being of the Gu Diao Clan, this na is not hard to know.
"Yes, it’s him!"
"Have you thought about this, if this information is taken back and inford the Peng King, relying on the Peng King’s strength and status in Pure Land, along with being part of the Eight Tribes, if we can move him, we can be free from the bald donkey’s confinent, and gain liberty." Asura eerily transmitted sound.
The other three Demons showed thoughtful expressions, then so were puzzled, others frowned.
"Strange, since you know this news, why don’t you accomplish it yourself? There must be sothing fishy inside." One Demon felt sothing was wrong, and sized up Asura warily, not believing he could be so kind-hearted.
The other two Demons also felt weird.
"Because I’m not sure that I can complete this task myself. If that bald donkey notices, we lose this opportunity. There’s a human saying, many hands make light work. If we each use our ans to send this news out, the success rate is higher. Considering our current situation, standing alone doesn’t bring extra benefit."
Asura’s eyes shone darkly in the shadows.
This statent seed reasonable, the doubt in the hearts of the other three Demons diminished sowhat. Mainly, it seed to carry no risk, just spreading a piece of news.
But just then, an unexpected Buddhist chant suddenly echoed in the darkened room.
"Amitabha Buddha!"
"You all, wake up!"
Following a stern shout, golden light suddenly burst forth in the dark space, driving away the darkness, illuminates a faintly outlined mountain forest.
They were no longer in so room at the back yard, but unknowingly arrived at a mountain forest outside the temple.
The eyes of the three Demons widened, realizing sothing was wrong, their figures prepared to retreat.
But they saw the "Asura" whose blood-red Demon Eye suddenly transford into a glazed golden light, the three Demons being so close, they could not escape, fixed by the golden light.
Then, only hearing a burst of laughter, that "Asura" flicked his sleeve, turning into a shadow covering the sky, enveloping towards the three Demons.
However, at that mont, one of the three Demons suddenly emitted Buddha Light, and its fixed body scattered into smoke.
The sleeve only enveloped the remaining two Demons who disappeared with a swipe.
The Jade Girl transford from the Qian Dapo who had vanished earlier now appeared at the spot where the golden light sprang, witnessing the disappearance of the two Demons, her spirit startled, then hastily knelt before the Western Holy Monk standing on the Golden Lotus.
"Thank you, Venerable, for your blessing!"
"It is your own wisdom and blessing that allowed you to notice sothing amiss and inform ; otherwise, you’d have been abducted."
This young Holy Monk, with eyes like stars and moons, gazed at the "Asura," as if to see through the true body beneath the skin.
"Amitabha Buddha, why not show yourself in true form? Chen Wusheng!"
Chen Yuan frowned, glancing at the Jade Girl; it turned out that among these Demons, so had already pledged allegiance to this Holy Monk.
Causing his plan to only succeed halfway!
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