Chapter 79: The Past of Jiejiao

Faced with the little boy’s question, Xu Xian remained silent.

Who is senior brother?

If he had not been to Guanyin Temple and had not entered the world of pearls, he might have answered.

But after learning that his senior brother was Tathagata, he felt that it would be better for him to remain silent. The little boy in front of him had unknown origins and might know his senior brother’s name.

Maybe there will be another storm.

Faced with the little boy’s inquiring eyes, he remained indifferent, silently pulled out a silver needle, and repeatedly pierced the place where the evil spirit was accumulated.

“Hmm!” the little boy groaned.

He clenched his teeth, not paying attention to Xu Xian’s silence, and said to himself: “Before the Shang and Zhou dynasties, Buddhism and Taoism were one family. The Buddha Tathagata was once a Taoist!”

Xu Xian was stunned.

How is it possible that my senior brother, who is the leader of Buddhism, was previously a disciple of Taoism?

He suddenly realized that the little boy was knowledgeable and willing to share, and today might be a good opportunity for him to learn about the origins of his master.

“How can Tathagata Buddha be a disciple of Taoism?” Xu Xian paused, “You are not talking nonsense, are you?”

Xiaobai listened attentively.

Although understanding the secrets of the three realms is not beneficial to spiritual practice, it can broaden one’s horizons and increase one’s knowledge.

I can tell Xiaoqing about it later.

“I personally witnessed it! How could it be false?”

The little boy’s eyes widened, and he said in a deep voice, “During the transition from Shang to Zhou, Tathagata Buddha was the first disciple of Jiejiao. In front of Jiepai Pass, he set up the Zhuxian Sword Formation on behalf of the Shangqing Saint to fight against the immortals. It was a great event that was recorded in the history of the Three Realms.”

and many more!

Brother, for whom are you setting up the Zhu Xian Sword Formation?
Xu Xian was confused.

“Ouch!” The little boy grimaced in pain, “Where are you stabbing? Watch out!”

Xu Xian came to his senses and found that he had stabbed the little boy and made him bleed.

He immediately pulled out the silver needle and apologized: “I was distracted by mistake. Please continue, I will be careful.”

His face was as calm as a lake, but his heart was turbulent.

Killing Immortal Sword Formation!

Isn’t this the formation that my master wants to teach me?

Could it be that the master is…
“That battle was so fierce that the heavens and the earth collapsed. The Jie Sect was outnumbered and ultimately defeated.”

The little boy recalled the grand occasion of that year and said with emotion: “The Jiejiao, which was said to have thousands of immortals coming to pay homage, has since disappeared. Some of the Jiejiao immortals have been included in the list of gods, some have joined Buddhism, some have become mounts, and some have disappeared without a trace.”

“The Supreme Purity Saint of Jiejiao was also confined to Zixiao Palace by Daozu and has not appeared for two thousand years.”

“Ow!”

The little boy’s face was distorted with pain. He shouted, “Do you know how to give an injection? Did you buy the banner on the wall?”

Xu Xian forced a smile and then put down the needle in his hand.

He couldn’t give acupuncture to the little boy anymore.

Grounded?

Isn’t that what imprisonment means?

If the Saint Shangqing is his master, then his master has been imprisoned in a place called Zixiao Palace for more than two thousand years?

This is simply… unbearable!

Reason is like a small boat, which is in danger under the storm of emotions.

He tried to calm down.

The master is not necessarily a Shangqing Saint, and even if he is a Shangqing Saint, he is not necessarily under house arrest.

After all, he grew up next to his master.

“I won’t talk anymore. You don’t understand what I’m saying anyway.” The little boy was stabbed twice and felt painful. He immediately lost the mood to talk.

He closed his eyes and lay motionless on the bed, like a salted fish without dreams.

Xu Xian remained silent.

Xiaobai didn’t say anything either. She could tell from the boy’s terrifying identity that he was, so she didn’t dare to say anything.

For a moment, Bao’an Hall fell into silence.

As time passed, the evil spirit in the little boy’s body became less and less, and finally dissipated completely.

He pulled out the silver needle himself and sat up from the bed.

Swish – Under the watchful eyes of Xu Xian and Xiaobai, his wounds healed at a speed visible to the naked eye and soon formed scabs.

After a few more breaths, the blood scab fell off, revealing fair skin.

He looked up and met Xu Xian’s gaze.

Xu Xian was stunned for a moment, then showed a surprised expression and showed his support.

“Thanks!”

The little boy clenched his fists, anger burning in his eyes: “I will go meet those yellow-haired rats again!”

He put on his clothes and drew his three-pointed, double-edged sword.

Xu Xian observed the little boy.

Compared to the last time we met, the little boy was obviously stronger this time, perhaps a sign of recovery of his magic power.

He didn’t know who the little boy was, but from his words, he could tell that the boy had lived for at least two thousand years and might have even participated in the war two thousand years ago.

If we recover a little more, we might be able to destroy Guanyin Temple.

“Miss.”

“I’m tired, let’s close the door.”

he whispered.

I have too many questions in my mind that need to be answered, and I no longer want to stay in Bao’an Hall.

“Okay.” Xiaobai was understanding.

She walked to the door, locked the door of Bao’an Hall from the inside, then held Xu Xian’s hand and led him out through the back door.

Standing in the narrow alley, Xu Xian looked up at the sky.

He knew who could help him.

The leaves were swaying and the air was filled with the scent of rouge.

“Waiting for the moon in the west wing, the door is half open to the wind.”

“The shadows of flowers brush against the wall, I wonder if it’s the beautiful lady coming.”

Deep in the courtyard, a petite figure sat in a rocking chair, swinging her pink feet.

She waved her round fan and said delicately, “The play “Romance of the West Chamber” ordered by Captain Li is our Baoqingfang’s specialty. You two should memorize the lyrics and make sure nothing goes wrong on the day of the performance!”

There were a few boxes not far away.

Costumes and props were scattered around the box, and two small objects that looked like wine jars were lying in the box, tossing around.

Ding bang! Dang!
Bang!
Boom! Bang!
The noise of rummaging through boxes and cabinets became louder and louder, and was occasionally accompanied by the sound of vases being broken.

The girl’s face darkened.

“What a fool!” She appeared next to the box like a fox and lifted two small objects that looked like wine jars into the air.

These two things look weird.

He has long ears and a bald head, looks like an arhat, has an obsessed expression, and has short limbs.

Arhat ghost.

The girl loosened her grip, letting the Luohan ghost fall freely.

And when they are about to land on the ground, he lifts his leg and sweeps it across, as if playing Cuju, and kicks them away together.

“Go and recite the words!”

The two Luohan ghosts drew a parabola and fell into the pavilion.

They climbed up and giggled.

At this moment, the girl waved her hand, and the costumes and props scattered on the ground swirled and flew up.

She kept two of the sets.

The rest shook a few times, all ignited with strange pink flames, and turned into ashes.

“After singing this play, Romance of the West Chamber, I should find a place to hide.”

The girl sat on the box and muttered to herself, “I made forty-eight great aspirations to become a saint, but none of them were completed. Now the heavens are pressing me, and the two old monks are going crazy. I don’t know what the world will become in the future. I’ll go hide in Shura City first and see how the situation develops.”

The courtyard gradually became quiet, and after a while, the sound of opera could be heard faintly.

“But it is just like that, in the late spring in the east of Pu County, the doors are shut tightly in the quiet temple.”

“Flowers fall into the water and flow red, I am filled with sorrow and worry, I can only blame the east wind.”

(End of this chapter)