Donghuang Ziji

Chapter 864: Slanting Moon Three Stars Cave

"Let's go and meet the owner of this place."

Chu Tai looked at the stone tablet and led the three immortals into the wonderful world.

There were all kinds of exotic flowers and plants in the area, pines and bamboos were green, and plum and plum trees were competing for the spring.

Going further in, you will see colorful towers, golden palaces, jade pavilions and precious pavilions, with a high platform in the center.

There is a cloud screen on the stage, with a waning moon painted on it, and three stars on the side, with the words "Slanting Moon and Three Stars Cave" written on it.

Seeing this scene, Chu Tai's eyes narrowed slightly and he whispered, "Is it serious to this extent?"

Chu Tai stretched out his hand and the clouds dispersed. The three of them walked into the cloud screen, which turned out to be a ruined palace.

The glazed tiles on the eaves were in tatters, the dragon reliefs on the walls were covered with moss, and the painted caissons were eroded like a dead fish with its scales shed.

As for the broken pieces of prayer flags, they were scattered everywhere, and some of them fell on the withered branches of the Bodhi tree in the garden, fluttering like soul-calling flags.

The entire palace exudes an atmosphere of desolation, loneliness and desolation.

"here……"

Chang Xuan couldn't believe this scene. The Fangcun Mountain in the spiritual world outside was full of mysteries, but the Xieyue Sanxing Cave Heaven, which was the core, was only this small place.

The old Taoist lying horizontally above straightened his rotten sleeves and waved his whisk, which was basically bald and had only a dozen gray strands left.

"How is it, are you a little disappointed?"

The old Taoist looked at Chu Tai, his face showing a mixture of joy and sorrow, with wisps of black air emanating from him.

Chang Xuan, Xie Ling and Fu Ying stepped forward and stood in front of Chu Tai.

"If he wants to attack you, you won't be able to fight back."

Chu Tai tapped his palms lightly with the Ruyi, and the pure and holy light spread outward from him. Wherever it passed, grass and trees grew, broken walls repaired themselves, and the Bodhi tree also sprouted a few new buds.

The old Taoist's appearance became a little younger as a result, and the whisk in his hand also grew a few silver-white threads.

Seeing this scene, Chu Tai sighed and said, "Sure enough, Daoist friend, you are the embodiment of the mind in the current time period. How many people in this world still have a mind?"

"Looking at me like this, how many people do you think still have a heart? At the beginning, only some immortals and Buddhas had problems. As time went on, a large number of immortals and Buddhas lost their original hearts, and my temple became increasingly desolate. Then, the immortals and Buddhas influenced the human world, and the human world gradually lost its heart. I couldn't bear to watch this anymore."

At this point, the old Taoist sighed and said, "We shouldn't have allowed Wukong to come back. If he hadn't come back and seen this scene, he wouldn't have..."

"Sure enough."

Chu Tai nodded and said with emotion: "The reason why the Fighting Buddha rebelled was because he saw that there was something wrong with his heart in this world. Can you tell me what happened?"

In response to Chu Tai's question, the old Taoist did not hide anything. He casually found a newly repaired cushion, sat down, scratched his back with a whisk, and asked several people to sit down.

This time, Xie Ling took the lead and wanted to clear a clean place for Chu Tai, but when the sunset glowed, there was no sign of anything unusual.

Chang Xuan and Fu Ying who were standing nearby also tried to see this, but they also failed to bring about any changes. The old Taoist laughed and said, "My Taoist temple is where my heart is. You are not calm, you are not at peace, you are not in the right place, how can you intervene? You three little guys..."

As he spoke, the old Taoist looked at Chu Tai, as if waiting for his action.

The Ruyi shook gently, and ripples appeared out of thin air. Green lotus leaves emerged from the ground wherever the ripples passed, instantly turning the palace into a lotus pond.

At the same time, five lotus flowers grew and lifted the five people up high.

"Wonderful! It's really wonderful! Your method has the magic of saving people from the immortal way, the magic of the pure and holy Yuan Qi, the dignity of Shintoism, and the compassion of Buddhism. The most important thing is that I see the aura of a familiar person, the Emperor of Hell, the Green Child of the East Sea, am I right?"

Chu Tai smiled but said nothing. He asked, "Rather than talking about my origins, you should answer my question first. It's more interesting if there is a give and take, isn't it?"

"Good! Good! Good..."

The old Taoist moved his buttocks, changed into a comfortable posture, shook his head and said: "Speaking of the changes in this world, to put it bluntly, it is still a problem of insufficient spiritual charm. In today's world, countless spiritual charms are flowing, but there is a little turbid aura in the spiritual charms."

"In the past, we practitioners would expel these turbid auras while absorbing spiritual energy to keep ourselves pure. But over time, we suddenly discovered that the accumulation of turbid auras actually gave rise to demons, or corroded living beings, causing disasters."

"Therefore, the initial subjugation of demons and monsters was actually a good thing. It was also a way for many practitioners to deal with the mess left behind during their own practice."

"But the good times didn't last long. With the continuous increase in the number of practitioners, the number of immortal officials in the heavenly court and bodhisattvas in the Lingshan Buddhist Kingdom increased. The spiritual energy gradually couldn't keep up with the consumption, and the turbid auras discharged kept accumulating until an evil demon that cholera-ravaged the world was born."

"Wait a minute, why have we never heard of this kind of evil demon?"

After sitting on the lotus seat, Chang Xuan felt an inexplicable sense of relief in his heart. He was able to face Chu Tai and the old Taoist priest with a more relaxed attitude. When he noticed something was wrong, he asked directly.

The old Taoist didn't care and said casually: "You naturally don't know that the evil demon is the evil spirit between heaven and earth, the spirit that corrodes the soul. It is born with the turbid air and is born to be at odds with the Lord of Heaven and Earth above the Nine Heavens. As soon as it was born, it went to the Heavenly Palace and was eventually suppressed in the Heavenly Prison."

"It's a pity that the birth of that guy has already meant that the relationship between the spiritual energy and the turbid energy between heaven and earth has become unbalanced, but many immortals and gods don't care at all. Some of them are even accumulating spiritual energy for their own longevity, causing the spiritual energy flowing between heaven and earth to become less and less."

"Haha, Little Gourd, what do you think the immortals will do in this situation?"

Fu Ying had never expected that he would be asked this question. He was stunned for a long time before he asked uncertainly, "Kill the demon clan?"

"But the number of demons is limited. How can we ensure that there are enough demons for them to kill at all times?"

The old Taoist asked another crucial question. The three immortals were all stunned as they thought of something.

Chu Tai, who had already guessed this, sighed when he heard this and said, "So, that's when they lost their 'hearts'?"

"Yes, that's when my dojo started to become desolate."

"At the beginning, I was thinking of instructing a predestined person to remind them. This matter was agreed by many people. At least the two people in Tushita Temple and Bajing Palace were very happy to help. It's a pity that I didn't expect that the Western Buddha was the first one without a heart..."

As he spoke, the old Taoist sighed again.

"My disciples were suppressed for five hundred years, and I myself was suppressed for three hundred years. Even the few treasures I used to protect myself were returned to the hands of the Buddhist sect."

(End of this chapter)