Flowing Sand River.
This was a special river. The Three Thousand Ruo River was so deep that goose feathers couldn't float.
However, after changing certain conditions, the Flowing Sand River's attributes changed. It became three thousand ice freezing up and eight hundred arhats 'bellies sticking down.
Under the lead of Sun Wukong and Tang Sanzang, and the highest instructions of Buddha, Guanyin, Manjushri, Lingji, Samantabhadra, Dashi Zhi, and the eight hundred Arhats reluctantly stuck their bellies up.
He used the most primitive and warmest action that best reflected the fearlessness of Buddhism to melt this cold ice.
"Hiss! It's too cold, Buddha!"
"Ahhhh, cold, cold, it's too bone-piercing!”
However, their actions were pious and united, but the result was miserable and absurd. This was the hard ice created by the Life Magical Power of the Corpse Ancestor She Bi. Not only was it hard, but it was also bone-chilling.
Not only was it cold, but it was also freezing.
Although these Bodhisattvas and Buddhas had long cultivated into golden bodies, they could not withstand this most primitive cold. As soon as they pressed against it, some Arhats could not help but let out miserable cries like pigs being slaughtered.
So what if he had the body of an Arhat? He still froze these immortals into idiots. Among them, Bodhisattva Lingji and Bodhisattva Manjushri screamed the most miserably, as if their mothers had died.
"Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva, practice the deep Prajna Paramita, and see that the five skandhas are empty, and overcome all suffering. The color of the sarira is the same as the void, and the void is the same as the color…"
However, in contrast to the unbearable reactions of the Arhats and Bodhisattvas, Tang Sanzang, who was a mortal body, was trembling all over from the cold. He put his hands together, clenched his teeth, and leaned against the ice. He began to recite the Heart Sutra given by the Wuchao Zen Master. In this atmosphere of crying for his parents, he was like a white lotus flower that was isolated from the world.
Puff...
Tang Sanzang's stomach seemed to be touched by his devotion. It started to glow and heat up. Soon, steam started to rise from his lower body. Under Tang Sanzang's efforts, the indestructible and cold ice melted rapidly.
"Look at you! Look at Sanzang, he's just a mortal, but he didn't even scream! Furthermore, he was chanting scriptures and Buddha! I see that all of you are really used to living like royalty on weekdays. You've even forgotten your original intentions!”
In comparison, Tathagata was even more resentful as he swept his gaze over the Arhats and Bodhisattvas who were complaining incessantly. He was furious.
These guys were really disappointing. Tathagata had only felt that these guys from the Spirit Mountain didn't seem to be serious.
However, he did not expect that after the tide receded, the disaster would come and see who could not swim. These guys couldn't even compare to a mortal like Tang Sanzang. Before Tang Sanzang called out, they called out first.
" Bodhisattva Avalokitesvara, sariras, color is not different from emptiness, emptiness is not different from color..."
Sun Wukong also followed Tang Sanzang in chanting the Heart Sutra. Then, hot steam rose around him. He immediately let out a surprised voice,"It's useful! It was really useful to recite this heart sutra with Master!”
"Everyone, work hard and recite the Heart Sutra with Master. With our combined efforts, we will definitely be able to melt this ice and save Junior Brother Sha!”
"Look, Wukong is chanting scriptures!”Rulai was even angrier. Such a sinful prisoner had really changed his ways, but this group of good-for-nothings from Mount Numinous were all trying to play tricks!
He was so angry that his entire body trembled and he wanted to hit someone.
" That's what I heard…Pineapple, jackfruit…"
Under Tathagata's supervision, and under Sun Wukong and Tang Sanzang's comparison, these Bodhisattvas had no choice but to start chanting scriptures and circulating their mana. They tried to use the method of chanting scriptures to change the hard ice and obtain warmth.
For a moment, the chanting of scriptures resounded on the surface of the Flowing Sand River. There were no more screams. Instead, it seemed as if the holy mountain had been moved here. The air was filled with the smell of piety.
Tathagata was finally satisfied.
"Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva, I'll leave the other side to you.”
He made some arrangements and sat down on the Flowing Sand River to recite the scriptures. As a leader, of course, he couldn't just say it out loud. He naturally had to take the lead and participate.
However, he did not need to stick his belly on solid ice. He was the leader and could sit cross-legged. He had special privileges and could just pretend. In any case, this reflected the concerted efforts of the Spirited Mountain.
Naturally, he couldn't miss this rare opportunity to promote Buddhism.
It could be said.
Their butts were different, and their positions were different.
In Tathagata's position, he naturally did not consider the efficiency of melting the ice in his belly. Instead, he considered the influence of the Buddhist Dharma.
This action of gathering everyone's strength and melting the ice with his body was simply a reappearance of his fearless spirit of cutting meat to feed the eagle. It was a rare method of education, so he naturally wanted to seize it and let these pampered Bodhisattvas have a good initial education.
The idea was naturally wonderful.
But action was not desirable.
Sun Wukong saw this and suddenly had a thought. Then, the weather near the Flowing Sand River suddenly changed. A cold northwest wind began to blow. At the same time, thick dark clouds came over. In the next moment, along with the bone-chilling northwest wind, drizzles fell from the sky, forming a freezing rain.
When the freezing rain came down, it encountered the frozen flowing sand river. It was like adding ice to ice. The coldness made some Bodhisattvas and Arhats unable to help but cry out again.
Yes.
That's right, this was the original magical ability of the Ancestor of Heaven's Will, Shaman Sheshi, to control the weather. After successfully crossing the Flowing Sand River, Sun Wukong obtained the original magical ability of Shaman Sheshi.
Therefore, even though he was lying on the ice layer, the bone-piercing cold and hard ice felt like he had returned to his bed at home. It was as soft as jade and did not harm him at all.
On the contrary, he was now close to the ice layer and could control the flow of ice elements in the entire ice river. He wanted to make the place colder and harder.
"Ah, Buddha, it's raining. It's getting colder! I, I can't hold on much longer."
Under Sun Wukong's secret manipulation, it could be said that the cold temperature of the entire river gradually gathered here. Sun Wukong naturally focused on these high and mighty Bodhisattvas.
As expected, not long after, some Bodhisattvas began to scream again.
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