kingnovel Chapter 516 If Buddhism and Taoism become Buddha, then everyone should be bald.
Chapter 516 If Buddhism and Taoism become Buddha, then everyone should be bald.
In an instant,
One hundred thousand heavenly soldiers and generals, along with the Taoist priests of the Chan Sect, completely surrounded the already collapsed Ten Thousand Immortals Formation.
Seeing this, Master Yuding was filled with envy:
"When will I be the kind of person so sought after by so many saints and quasi-saints?"
If word gets out, you could brag about it for ten thousand years in the Three Realms.
Yun Zhongzi patted him on the shoulder and said with pride:
"People need to learn to comfort themselves. We all share Yang Jiao's life; taking her away is taking away us."
Anyway, he always treated himself as Senior Brother Xuandu's junior brother...
That's the Grand Master Xuandu!
A celestial being, like a god descended from heaven, appeared during the darkest time of his life and saved him.
Yun Zhongzi's eyes sparkled.
Maitreya and Ksitigarbha exchanged a glance, slowly took two steps back, and said softly:
"Now that this matter is settled, we should return to the Western Religion."
Master Yu Ding recalled the matter of the Qiankun Bag, his lips twitched, but he didn't utter any words of comfort, only nodding softly:
"Take care of yourself."
"Take care of yourself."
Maitreya and Ksitigarbha turned back to the Western Paradise, their hearts filled with worry, wondering how their master would react to the empty Qiankun Bag.
But at that moment, Maitreya suddenly remembered Yang Jiao's words—"The Western religion is too chaotic."
Where does the chaos lie?
Their Western religious staff are simple, how could there be chaos?
No matter how chaotic things get, who can compare to his status as the next leader of the Western Religion?
The two were extremely fast.
However, they still didn't return as quickly as the Guide and the Burning Lamp.
As soon as the Guide entered the West, he looked at the desolate land that was no different from before and sneered. All of this would be gone forever, and the Western Sect would surely prosper in the future.
He descended from the clouds.
With light steps, he even kicked the dilapidated gate as he passed by.
"What a shabby door! It's an eyesore here!"
They completely crushed the gate that the Styx Ancestor had failed to destroy when he came to attack the Western Sect into dust.
They were excitedly preparing to see the grand spectacle of three thousand Taoist priests sitting in front of the lecture hall.
"Junior brother, I'm back!" Jieyin shouted.
The entire Western church was extremely quiet.
silence.
An eerie silence.
Normally, even a group of about a hundred people in the Western Church would have some quiet conversations, but now, it was so quiet that it didn't seem like there were three thousand more people.
He paused, looking suspicious.
"Could it be that Zhunti's methods of educating Taoists have improved? He can so easily pacify Taoists without using his own Six Roots Purification Bamboo?"
The Guide was overjoyed.
Their steps picked up again.
He strode towards the lecture hall.
“Junior brother, Junior brother Zhunti, I have returned. Although the Ten Thousand Immortals Formation was fraught with difficulties, the gains were considerable.”
The guide turned a corner, hurriedly stepped into the lecture hall, spread his arms wide, and boomed:
"Junior brother, let's witness the grandeur of the Western Religion together!"
goo goo...
Inside the hall, there was complete silence.
Only the Daoist Zhunti sat in the empty hall with his head bowed and eyes downcast. The futon beneath him had a hole in it, and he clutched his deflated Qiankun bag as if he had lost his mother.
When she looked up, tears welled up in her eyes.
"Senior brother!"
"The Taoist priest, all the Taoist priests are gone."
In the West, a rare and deafening clap of thunder resounded.
A noisy bolt of purple lightning struck out.
It's like dividing the sky in two.
The gloomy sky made it difficult to distinguish between light and shadow on the face of the Taoist guide.
After a long while, as if coming to his senses, he repeatedly asked:
"You're saying... the Taoist priest is gone? How could the Taoist priest be gone?"
Western religions had the opportunity to break free from the predicament of the broken ley lines, but only they know the desolation and sorrow involved.
Zhunti Daoist was ashen-hearted.
Looking at the dilapidated Western Religion and the three thousand Taoists promised by the Guide, he suddenly didn't know how to face his future.
The Guide Daoist's steps were heavy, as if weighed down by a thousand pounds. He arrived in front of the Zhunti Daoist with seemingly slow but extremely fast steps, and took the Qiankun bag from his hand to take a look.
Above, there was clearly a hole.
His trembling fingers brushed across it, shattering into fragments of murmured words:
"How could this happen... This Qiankun bag was perfectly fine... How did it get a hole?"
"How did a hole appear?"
Jieyin slumped down and examined the Qiankun Bag from all angles.
My hands trembled like a sieve.
Immediately, his expression turned gloomy:
"Who is it that has ruined the fortunes of my Western Sect?! I will surely grind him to dust!"
His hatred was boundless at this moment.
He was filled with regret. Had he known that the three thousand Taoists of the Western Sect had been lost, he should have lent a helping hand to the Tongtian Sect Leader in the Ten Thousand Immortals Formation!
This damned Primordial Three Realms, let's just start it all over again!
Let the earth, water, wind, and fire stir up an even more turbulent storm!
Jieyin looked up to the sky and roared:
"why?"
"Master!" Maitreya landed and rushed over. Seeing that the Guide Daoist was in great turmoil, he hurriedly called out, "Master, don't be anxious."
"Maitreya?"
The guide's eyes were bloodshot, reflecting Maitreya's face. He grabbed Maitreya's shoulder and asked angrily:
"Who on earth? Who broke the Qiankun Bag?"
Maitreya looked at him with sorrow.
The guide had immense strength in his hand, and with a shake, a patch of bruises appeared beneath his rough Taoist robe.
Maitreya whispered, trying to wake him:
"Master, please calm down."
"Calm down? How can I calm down!" The Guide pushed Maitreya away, his anger almost overwhelming him. "This is our only hope!"
He was about to leave, holding six bamboo sticks of purity.
The ancient lands cannot tolerate the West, but why should they be?
Luck is something anyone can fight for!
He wants to leave! The Investiture of the Gods? The Shang-Zhou War? All the fortune and merit of the world should fall to the West!
Seeing that the Guide had become so angry, Maitreya shouted loudly:
"Master, your disciple has a way, your disciple has a way!"
The guide paused in his steps.
The lightning and thunder outside suddenly stopped. The guide straightened his robes, turned to look at Maitreya, and forced a smile:
"Good Maitreya, what's the plan?"
Even Zhunti Daoist, who had been in a state of utter despair, cast a hopeful glance at Maitreya.
The two sages were truly at their wits' end.
Western religions cannot be allowed to remain forever unable to recover.
Seeing that his master had finally calmed down, Maitreya then said:
"Since the Western religion's fortunes have run out, let's change its name."
Can changing your name change your luck?
The guide was confused.
"What name should we change it to? But even if we change the name, the Western religion will still be in the West."
Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva slowly walked up, bowed, and said to the Guide:
“Master, I still have Breath Soil and Garrison Soil in my possession, which can be used to build mountains and palaces.”
"Nuwa's Breath Soil, Zhen Yuanzi's Garrison Soil? You have them!" The Guide Daoist looked at Ksitigarbha with surprise. Those were treasures he didn't even have. He was overjoyed and said, "These two types of soil are not something our Western Sect has. You... good Ksitigarbha!"
He spent half his life scheming, only to return to his apprentice's side.
Upon hearing this, Daoist Ran Deng finally breathed a sigh of relief.
Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva walked out of the main hall, looked at the soil he was holding in his arms, and felt grateful to Yang Jiao in his heart.
In the end, what do the previous fears matter?
He has taken too many advantages from Yang Jiao, from prayer wheels to ritual implements, the Di Ting (a mythical beast), and now the sacred land.
Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva smiled with his eyes lowered:
"It is Ksitigarbha's good fortune that I have made a good friend."
Maitreya also smiled.
The two went out together and scattered the Breath Soil and Garrison Soil beside the Netherworld Blood Sea.
Suddenly,
The earth began to tremble, the earth's veins were nourished by the breathing soil, and the damaged areas overlapped.
A roaring sound arose.
Above the repaired ley lines, a towering mountain with no visible peak rises forth, with smaller hills clinging to the larger one, layer upon layer.
At the foot of the mountain lies a dark, blood-soaked sea; on its slopes, snow blankets the landscape; and atop the mountain, golden light gleams.
Maitreya stood with his hands behind his back, looking back at Jieyin and Zhun, and asked:
“Master, people idolize sects and are attached to appearances. This mountain is built of divine soil, but gods, immortals, and the Tao are all attached to it. Why not name it Spirit Mountain?”
"Mount Ling?" Jieyin repeated, his eyes lighting up. "Good! Mount Ling is good!"
Hongjun is the Dao, but the Dao destroyed the West.
They do not acknowledge God and say, “The Spirit is good, the Spirit is great!”
At the summit, a magnificent palace stood, and the guide looked upon Ksitigarbha and Maitreya, finally seeing hope and the future of Western Buddhism.
He pointed to the highest main peak and said:
"Like Mount Sumeru, which is not moved by the wind."
"Let's call this place Mount Sumeru."
Unchanging and unreal.
Maitreya and the others had no objections.
"What will the Western religion be called from now on?" Since he no longer pursued the Tao, the Guide thought for a moment and said, "How about the word 'Buddha'? The enlightened one is a Buddha."
Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva agreed, and Maitreya Bodhisattva had no objections. Dipankara Bodhisattva wanted to speak, but after observing the emotions of the two saints, he ultimately said nothing.
Western religions have too weak a foundation.
Ran Deng lowered his eyes, keeping his plans to himself—once these saints had withdrawn from the world, the Western religion would be in his hands.
Maitreya responded with a nod:
"Good! From now on, our Western religion will be called Buddhism!"
Buddhism.
What man desires, Heaven will listen to.
When the term "Buddhism" appeared, a mysterious light descended from the sky.
Heaven has acknowledged it.
However, this light did not arouse much excitement in their eyes.
The Daoist Zhunti straightened his disheveled hair, straightened the flowers, and proposed:
"Now that we have Mount Ling and Mount Sumeru, shouldn't we also change our clothes?"
Maitreya and Ksitigarbha were taught from a young age that they had little vanity when it came to material possessions.
At this moment, the only thing that could cause a rift between the two was—hair!
After the fake landscape painting was created, their thick hair never grew back!
Maitreya suddenly chuckled softly, glancing at all the former Western Sect disciples who had come out at the sound, an idea forming in his mind:
"Clothing is not a big deal for now."
Jin Chanzi suddenly had a bad feeling in the crowd. This Maitreya was smiling in a very strange way!
next moment,
I saw him curl his lips into a smile, his narrowed eyes revealing no emotion, and he said:
"The ten entanglements and ten afflictions are like the three thousand different afflictions in the hearts of people... After I and Ksitigarbha lost our hair, we became much more enlightened. Perhaps, from now on, all Buddhists should shave their heads to avoid afflictive thoughts?"
The Taoist Zhunti, with his hair in a bun, paused.
A soft sigh:
“I did indeed attach importance to the appearance of hair, and Maitreya’s words make sense.”
"Without hair, there is no trouble; one can see things clearly."
Upon seeing that Zhunti agreed, Maitreya immediately took out his razor and walked towards all the Taoists with a chuckle.
Jin Chanzi shouted, pointed at Maitreya, and said with a single glance:
"Pah! I think you're just obsessed with having hair because you've lost it, wanting everyone to look like you!"
Maitreya raised the razor, turned it, and said in a deep voice:
"Jin Chanzi was the first to shave his head."
Then, she ran towards him with light steps.
Upon seeing this, Jin Chanzi turned around and started running while covering his hair.
The razor in Maitreya's hand gleamed coldly as it chased after something:
"Hey hey hey..."