Playing the role of gods and Buddhas: starting from Avalokitesvara

"Holy monk, you are here."

"Lord Zhao, the poor monk is disturbing again." Meng Yuan led the horse into the mansion with Old Master Zhao, and said as he walked.

After receiving Wang Kan's secret letter, he rushed to Yuanzhou City at night, because he wanted to see how the children sent last time were doing now, so he specially came to Zhao Mansion to take a look.

Old Master Zhao accompanied them and said: "These children are very intelligent, I asked two gentlemen to teach them to read and hyphenate, most of them can learn."

Meng Yuan nodded slightly, these were carefully selected by the Wang family from all over the place, and children with cultivation qualifications would naturally not be too stupid.

Passing through the rockery garden, I came to a hidden courtyard in the back mountain, and I saw forty or fifty children sitting inside, holding books and shaking their heads and reading with their husbands.

Meng Yuan was relieved to see that the innocence of a child finally appeared on their faces, instead of the numb and stiff expression on the boat.

"It's really troublesome Zhao Shizhu." Meng Yuan sincerely thanked Old Master Zhao on the side.

"The holy monk does not have to be polite, this is also to accumulate virtue for my family, may the Buddha bless my son's peace." After some courtesy, Old Master Zhao

asked people to prepare a courtyard for Meng Yuan to live in, and Old Master Zhao originally wanted to consult Meng Yuan for some Dharma, but he had a lot of household chores, and he was called away by the housekeeper after only a few cursory words.

Meng Yuan sat in the courtyard, holding a hand, and the Buddha was displayed.

I saw that in the middle of the sky, the zombies were concentrating on cultivation under the leadership of Bi Liuli, and when they noticed that someone was peeping, they immediately opened their eyes and looked.

And in the eyes of Bi Liuli, there seemed to be two bright moons hanging high on the heavenly dome, looking at it, and then worshiped: "Worship the Lord, I don't know what to command?"

"Well, it's okay for now, you guys are good to practice." Meng Yuan only instructed.

There is no difference between the Buddha Kingdom and this external heaven and earth, and zombies, Yasha and other creatures are all strange things of heaven and earth, which can swallow all kinds of spiritual cultivation such as yin qi, resentment, and dead qi between heaven and earth.

In Meng Yuan's view, this is pure cultivation, and the kind of devouring innocent creatures' flesh and blood souls to supplement their own Dao practice is an evil demon, and has nothing to do with the birth of his own race.

"Wow, is this a cultivator's spell?" At this time, a little fat man stuck out his head from next to Meng Yuan and shouted, it was Old Master Zhao's only son, Zhao Shan.

Meng Yuan had noticed him a long time ago, so he put the Buddha Kingdom in his palm in front of Zhao Shan and asked, "What do you see?" When

Zhao Shan heard this, he remembered that his father had ordered him to be respectful to the monk brother, so he stood up straight and said with a straight look: "I saw that there are many layers of worlds, each world is very large, and there are people living there.

Meng Yuan immediately shook his palm and immediately dissipated, which made Zhao Shan's eyes full of shock: "Holy monk, you have destroyed so many worlds?

Aren't the people of those worlds dead together!

"What you see is not necessarily true, how can I destroy the world with one hand?" Meng Yuan stretched out his hand for him to watch.

Zhao Shan scratched his head, also oh, it can only be attributed to the infinite fantasy of the Immortal Dao spell.

For a time, the little fat man was full of curiosity, pulled Meng Yuan to ask the east and west, and became a curious baby.

Until Old Master Zhao came to bring Meng Yuan fasting rice, found that his son was curious about everything, chased the holy monk to ask this and that, and drove him out.

"Hehe, this kid is really annoying, don't blame the holy monk."

Meng Yuan said with a smile: "Lord Zhao is polite, I see that Ling Lang has a sincere heart, and his thirst for knowledge about all things will surely achieve success in the future."

If this kind of person is based on Meng Yuan's previous life, he is the kind of curiosity, but also very persevering, often to break the casserole and ask the end, and finally either become an authority in a certain industry, or count stars in a mental hospital.

And Old Master Zhao immediately showed a smile after hearing this, which parent does not want their children to become dragons and phoenixes among people?

"Holy monk, there have been many more cultivators in Yuanzhou City recently, according to the information I have received, although most of them are scattered cultivators, there are also some big ones, you should be careful."

"Well, there is a reminder from Lao Zhao's benefactor."

When night falls, there are more people on the street.

Wang Huan and Shi Qianqian mixed in the crowd, waiting for the ghost market to open, and behind them was a figure, wrapped in a cloak, and the breath was restrained like an ordinary person.

"Old ancestor, I'll be tired of you guarding outside the ghost market in a while." Wang Huan said respectfully to the figure behind him.

"Don't worry, I feel the breath of a few old guys, but you have to keep an eye on it then, and don't ask others to get that foundation building method."

"Don't worry, Lao Zu."

They never thought of spending their own money to buy their own secret method, but planned to prevent others from getting it, and when the black market closed, Lao Zu would catch the wood master and ask the person behind the scenes.

Although you can also do it in the black market, the Wang family is also worried about provoking the terrifying existence behind the black market, after all, if the Jindan Realm moves its hands and accidentally destroys people's houses, will it also be hung in the black market shop at that time?

Therefore, these guys who did not intend to spend money on it at all stayed outside the black market tacitly.

Suddenly, the street in front of him seemed to be twisted, and suddenly many more shops appeared, and when the hour came, a ghost market appeared.

Rushing!

At this moment, I saw a team of black armored ghost pawns dressed in dark armor and only revealing two ghost fire eyes, standing at the junction of the ghost market and the human world.

"Huh? How could a ghost market put on such a battle? Someone came for the first time and asked curiously.

There are three ghost markets in Dayan Country, and the other two ghost markets have not had this situation?

Everyone carefully passed through the open space guarded by the ghosts, and they didn't seem to mind these people passing by.

Those ghost pawns are all strong and have the cultivation of the foundation realm, which makes the vast majority of people tremble.

Wang Huan and Shi Qianqian were also a little strange after entering side by side, until they heard someone next to them carefully explain:

"Hey, it's not a few days ago, someone stole two treasures from the ghost market, and they didn't catch anyone after two consecutive attacks, which can make many people's hearts moved, but those guys stayed in the ghost market forever."

Dare to steal something from the ghost market and haven't been caught yet?

Everyone was a little curious about who did it, and if they knew his name, they would definitely be able to make a splash, and of course, they would definitely end up being hung in the shop by the ghost market as exhibits. This ghost

market belonged to the Barren Bone Venerable, and last time Meng Yuan offended the other party not lightly, so after seeing the ghost pawn at the gate, he didn't think about going to the main entrance.

Immediately mounted the horse, after running two steps on the street, a feeling of peeling suddenly came from all directions, and the houses on the street became lighter and lighter, but another layer of barren and dark scene gradually became clear.

Not long after, Meng Yuan came to the dim sky again.

But what made him happy was that he actually felt a faint power of faith!

He once made a grand wish for hundreds of thousands of revenants in the Forgetting River, and preached scriptures, and finally planted the seeds in this land of the dead.

However, according to this, it can be judged that he should still be in the land of the ghost river, and there is a distance from the ghost market, so he slapped his horse and went in one direction.