The two fire foxes watched the immortal go away and kowtowed in the same direction in tacit understanding.
"The Immortal is gone!"
The little fox said.
The old fox shook his head: "It's the benefactor who left!"
He added, "Before the benefactor leaves, you and I should quickly swallow this immortal date, or else disaster will surely befall us!"
After saying that, it swallowed the fairy date in one gulp, and immediately its pores burst into rosy light, shining brightly. The entire fox hair became more lustrous, as if a faint spiritual ripple was wandering on the surface of its body.
The little fox understood what the other party meant. With such a precious treasure in hand, it would surely attract the covetousness of others. Not only would it be robbed, it might even cost its life. So it immediately ate the fairy dates in its hand.
The two fire foxes sat in meditation on the spot, their spiritual energy gushing out, as if they were in some kind of enlightenment.
Little did they know that this scene was being seen by several patrolling grass-headed gods. One of them shook his head, his eyes gleaming, and suggested that the two fire foxes should be caught and gutted.
On the one hand, you can kill monsters to gain merit.
On the one hand, you can also get the spiritual charm of the fairy dates.
This immediately attracted strong opposition from another Grass-Headed God who was leading the team: "There has been some unrest in the Green Grass Lake area recently. I heard that the divine being who caused chaos in the Netherworld and killed two Ghost Emperors and three Yama Palaces has come here. I guess the young man just now must be him.
My master is the god of the mountains in the earth. He asked us to conduct this tour in order to prevent any unexpected events from happening, which might cause dissatisfaction from the sacred one.
You, on the other hand, not only don't you want to keep a low profile, but you're also obsessed with killing people and stealing treasures? Don't you even look at who inspired these two Firefoxes?"
After these words were spoken, the other grass-headed gods nodded without comment.
The leading Grass-Headed God said, "You are a new Grass-Headed God, so you must be cautious at every step. Now you are a member of the Immortal Family. It is no longer like when you were used to being wild in the mountains and forests and no one cared about you. If you really cause trouble, not only you and I, but even the master will be implicated!"
After a scolding, these grass-headed gods stood guard at a distance, protecting the two fire foxes from being attacked. This could be considered as a good relationship and an apology for their reckless behavior just now.
After all, the sacred cannot be insulted, especially an immortal like Zhang Ling who has all-knowing Taoism.
The other party will quickly notice any abnormal behavior.
This is tantamount to destroying one's own future!
What happened here was quickly sensed by Zhang Ling, who had just left.
At this moment, he was flying on the clouds towards a mountain top, but he suddenly stopped and turned his head to look behind him. He counted with his fingers and found that they were several grass-headed gods from the Qingcao Lake area. After pondering for a moment, he didn't care anymore, waved his sleeves and continued to move forward.
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After walking for a while, I looked down from the clouds and found something interesting.
There is a temple at the foot of the mountain. A lotus can be vaguely seen, and it is protected by golden light. It seems that there is a master sitting in it, or the statue enshrined there is very powerful, which can illuminate this place and leave no trace of Buddhism.
Since I have the chance to pass by here, of course I have to go down and take a look.
Not long after, Zhang Ling arrived in front of the temple and walked in. There was a Buddha statue placed in the temple. It was made of gold, shiny all over, and looked very noble.
Zhang Ling didn't quite understand which deity this Buddha statue represented, so he walked quickly to the front and looked it up and down, looking left and right out of curiosity.
This Buddha statue has its breasts exposed and its mouth wide open in laughter, like a Buddha in Zhang Ling's memory.
"Yeah! He's a little fat, but he looks similar!"
Just as Zhang Ling was standing in front of the Buddha statue and talking to himself, an old monk suddenly came up behind him.
He was wearing a cassock, had a shaved head and a white beard, and wore a string of large precious beads around his neck. He said with a hint of displeasure between his brows, "Amitabha, this is a sacred place for Buddhism. Why are you laughing, benefactor? Are you being disrespectful to my Buddha by making such jokes?"
Zhang Ling was stunned for a moment before he heard the old monk say, "Since you've been fortunate enough to enter this place, you must be someone with a connection to the Buddha. How can you be so frivolous and not even bow down before the Buddha? You have no respect for him. I see an extraordinary aura between your brows. You must be someone with great wisdom. If you can achieve enlightenment this time, you'll earn the Buddha's favor, ascend to the throne of the Great Treasure, and journey to the Pure Land!"
"Donor, you have a connection with Buddha. Don't let this lead you to depravity and waste your connection with Buddha!"
The old monk scolded and preached to Zhang Ling, thinking that the young man in blue had gone astray, relying on his youth to act recklessly and wasting his talent. So he felt pity for the young man and wanted to lead him into Buddhism.
Zhang Ling was speechless. He didn't expect that this monk would have his eyes on him!
I remember that the Buddhist Vajra Guardian God Fashan had also said in Daluo Temple that he had wisdom, but he didn't say that he would lead him into Buddhism. The old monk in front of him was quite interesting.
Zhang Ling shook his head, politely declining the other party's offer. "I am also cultivating in this world, just like all living beings. The general public are generally cultivators, but I am also at peace with myself and don't think there is anything wrong with it."
Upon hearing this, the old monk was immediately disappointed. He sighed, muttered "Amitabha," and retorted, "Practice means to have a clear conscience. You are so frivolous, you must only know how to play games in this world, not to pursue your career, and not to think about the future. How can you feel at peace with yourself when you waste your Buddhist karma?"
Zhang Ling saw that the old monk was too stubborn and was unwilling to explain anything to him. Instead, he asked, "Then how did you do it?"
The old monk said contentedly, "I do good deeds every day, offer sacrifices to the Buddha, recite sutras, observe the precepts, and be careful in what I say and do. This is why I am always pious and have such peace of mind. This is my practice, and I have a clear conscience."
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