The Buddha's light dissipated and shattered, falling on the earth like the morning light. The expressions of the many believers who had been chanting the Buddha's name fanatically before froze little by little. The divine light of incomparable trust and expectation on their faces disappeared in an instant, and the four Bodhisattvas sighed as they watched this scene.
You guys——
What we trust is Buddha.
Or the law?
Is it only the powerful and immense statue that you worship?
So what you worship is the Buddha's Dharma that brings enlightenment, or just pure power?
Even if there is no Dharma, and it is just pure evil force, would you still revere it as you revere Buddha?
Maitreya Bodhisattva could not laugh either. The other Bodhisattvas all sighed in unison, their expressions complicated and they remained silent.
Lu Chunyang patted Li Zhai on the shoulder, smiled and sighed, "What do you think? I didn't lie, did I?"
"The Green Bull has appeared, and the purple energy is flowing continuously. There is absolutely no way they will be defeated..."
Li Zhai nodded, he raised his head and looked at the highest point of the towering Zhaixing Tower in the distance, calmed his mind, and then paced away with his sword in hand. Before that, the luck of the world collided with each other, and the atmosphere was deadlocked, like a huge vortex swirling up, swallowing everything in the world into it.
And now, this stalemate is finally coming to an end. The situation is unfavorable. The cavalry under his command have already surrounded the Zhaixing Tower. In fact, no matter who wins or loses the battle, he will not give up easily.
They will make one last desperate effort.
Emperor Li Hui looked at the collapse of the Buddhist image outside, his expression slowly solidified. For a moment, he could not even feel the slightest fear. Deep in his heart, there was only a sense of unreality as if he was stepping on a cloud of nothingness. He was defeated? How could he be defeated?
How is this possible? !
Outside, one could hear the murderous sound of armor colliding as the armored cavalry guards quickly climbed the stairs. Everything seemed like a dream.
One month after ascending the throne, it was already the end.
Could it be that——
Am I really wrong?
He turned sideways to look at the scenery below the Zhaixing Tower. It was too high here, so high that he could not clearly see the people below. But at this moment he could hear the cheers coming with the wind. At this moment, people's hearts almost turned into something substantial that could be seen and observed by the naked eye.
He murmured, "Am I really wrong..."
boom!!!
The gate of the Zhaixing Tower, which was built by skilled craftsmen, was directly knocked open, and the iron cavalrymen armed with sharp weapons swarmed in like a swarm. The cold light was so bright that it blinded people's eyes. The palace maids screamed and exclaimed. The Human Emperor Li Hui watched all this. He held the sword, and finally sighed and loosened his fingers.
The newly forged sword with a strong sense of humanity fell to the ground. Li Hui sighed:
"I give up."
"Just arrest me, don't hurt innocent people."
…
Great changes have taken place in the world, and at the center of all the changes, a Taoist priest with his robe hanging down, holding the Eight Scenery Palace Lantern, walked forward step by step. An old monk, Sengpo, was in a dark and pale state, sitting here with his hands folded, coughing up blood foam from the corners of his mouth. At this moment, his face looked compassionate and helpless, looking at the Taoist priest who was walking towards him step by step.
"Taishang Xuanwei Zhenren..."
"Really, ahem, it's amazing."
He looked at the young Taoist priest, sighed sincerely, and said gently: "At such a young age, he has come this far. Even though he was brought here by a great trend, it is beyond my expectation. However, you should know that I was defeated by the world, not by you, Your Excellency."
"The Bodhi tree of my Buddha was also born at the beginning of the world. It is also extremely ancient, extremely powerful, and extremely mysterious."
"My 17-lineage Buddhist Dharma was also created by the hard work of our predecessors, who advanced step by step, and finally glimpsed a little bit of the wonderful Dharma and finally achieved success. Why can't we prosper? Why can't we have believers? Why can't we belong to the human world? Why can't people in the human world believe in my Buddha?"
"Master Dao, can you explain this to me?"
"Or do you want to kill me?"
The old monk looked extremely peaceful, and said gently: "Your Excellency, do you know that the Buddhist forces in this capital are far more than what you have seen with your own eyes? There are still countless undercurrents surging and lurking below. You won today, but it does not mean that you can win tomorrow. You won tomorrow, but it does not mean that you will win every time in the future."
"Among the many Bodhisattvas and Buddhas in the seventeen lines of Buddhism, there may be some shadows of the existences in heaven."
"I am only here as one of my three incarnations. Killing me will not help the cause."
"Why don't you make a deal with me?"
The old monk had a gentle expression and compassion in his eyes. He clasped his hands together and said:
"You and I practice cultivation, both seeking to transcend, but there are many who have achieved transcendence. Apart from the Three Pure Ones, who else can do it? I can open the Dharma of all Buddhas and allow you to practice. With your talent, you can sit on the lotus platform within a thousand years."
"To practice Buddhism and Taoism together, one is a Buddha in Buddhism, enjoying boundless purity; to practice Taoism, one is a celestial being, having the highest freedom. By practicing both Buddhism and Taoism, one can attain transcendence. How do you think?"
"Killing me will do you no good, but great harm."
He spoke calmly and sincerely.
The Supreme One does nothing but acts, knowing that the flow of all things is part of the Tao. He will not be angry or happy about it, but will always be calm. His true disciples should naturally have such a bearing. If they speak in this way, perhaps they can survive, remain useful, and pass on this information to the Buddhas.
The Taoist priest walked over, holding the Eight Scenery Palace Lantern in one hand.
Take your time.
He raised his left hand, and his five slender white fingers gently brushed the monk's head.
Accompanied by a crisp sound.
The old monk turned his head on his neck several times, and finally put his hands together, facing the human world.
The head looked at the world behind it, with a look of compassion in its eyes.
In an instant, his breath stopped.
Just before his death, he absolutely refused to believe it. How could a disciple of Tai Shang suddenly develop such a murderous intent as thunderous? How could a disciple of Tai Shang break the calamity by killing like the disciples of Shang Qing?
The Taoist stood here with his hands in front of him. The sleeves of his wide Taoist robe fell down, his hair was tied up with a wooden hairpin, and he held the Eight Scenery Palace Lantern in his hand with a purple flame burning in the lantern. He listened to the cheers coming from behind him, looked up and saw the flow and changes of countless fortunes. In the cause and effect, the deaths of countless people disappeared, and the fortune of humanity in the world gradually rose from the fall.
In the foreseeable future, there will be no more temples occupying land and money, no more monks not working, and no one wanting to use the good fortune of the human world as nourishment. As a result, the human world can gradually prosper under the flow of this good fortune, and the elderly will have someone to rely on and the young will have someone to raise. People will naturally live longer and live better lives.
The monk was facing the human world, his back turned to the common people, his eyes dead silent, while the Taoist stood beside him, listening to the bustling sounds of the human world, lowering his eyes calmly, and said in a calm tone:
"The immortal way values life."
"The infinite measure of people."
The corner of Old Qingniu's eye twitched.
This, what school of Xiandao Guisheng is this? !
What happened?!
How come the Second Master also seems to have been raised by Fuxi? At this time, the young Taoist seemed to have noticed something, his expression slightly changed, and he lowered his eyes to look at the body of the monk, and saw that the body of the Namo Emperor Treasure Banner Mani Shengguang Buddha gradually dissipated and turned into clear Buddha light, making a posture of nirvana, and turned into infinite Buddha light rising up.
The Buddha's light gathered and transformed into the appearance of the monk, with his hands clasped together, a pure expression and a kind face.
Soon he would transform into Buddha's light and rise into the sky, then return to the West.
The Taoist swept his sleeves, and they suddenly grew larger. His mind outlined the inner world, and he used the inner world to pry the outside world. In an instant, the sleeves seemed infinitely huge, as if they had opened up a world, and they actually directly covered the light of the Buddhas. The next moment, the infinite light of the Buddhas was directly introduced into Qi Wuhuo's inner world!
The old monk screamed and disappeared, with his slender white hands slowly stretched out forward.
The Buddha's light dispersed, and the relic fell into Qi Wuhuo's palm, and then suddenly dissipated the Buddha's light. It was as warm and smooth as jade, and seemed to be a treasure, with a strong Buddhist charm. The young Taoist held the Buddha's relic in his fingers, his eyes slightly narrowed, as if thinking about something.
Suddenly, streaks of light appeared in the sky and flew towards this side.
The old blue ox shook its body and turned into a human form, catching all the flowing lights on behalf of the young Taoist. He glanced at them and then showed three points more respect than usual. He slightly cupped his hands and said, "Second Master, this is a greeting card from the four Bodhisattvas of Buddhism: Guanyin Bodhisattva, Maitreya Bodhisattva, Manjusri Bodhisattva, and Samantabhadra Bodhisattva."
"There is also a post from Lu Chunyang."
"They all want to meet you, Second Master. It seems that they want to discuss the aftermath of the Buddhist dispute."
The young Taoist withdrew his attention from the Buddhist beads and relics, nodded slightly, and said: "Okay, I'll write them a reply. It happens that I have many things to ask them..." The biggest problem of the Buddhist calamity was accumulated by the young Taoist, and he broke it with one finger. This meant that the biggest trouble was gone, but it was still extremely difficult to resolve the many subsequent aftermaths.
Qi Wuhuo replied to the visiting cards one by one, and then looked at the Star-Picking Tower under the blue sky.
The destiny of humanity converges there.
The battle is going on fiercely. I think everything should be settled by this time tomorrow.
The young Taoist suddenly felt something vaguely. On the [Map of Mountains and Rivers] that was gathered in his mind platform, ripples suddenly appeared, as if something was about to happen. This was a treasure that was closely related to Queen Wa, and Qi Wuhuo planned to go back and study it immediately.
The old green ox showed its true form again. The young Taoist took the Eight Scenery Palace Lantern and sat on the old green ox's back at the old green ox's strong request.
Old Qingniu asked slowly, "Where are you going, Second Master?"
Qi Wuhuo said gently: "Senior, you don't have to call me that."
"Just call me Wuhuo."
Old Qingniu laughed loudly and said, "Okay, then Wuhuo, where are we going next? Do you have any familiar places in the capital? Let's go together?" Qi Wuhuo thought for a moment and said, "Although there is no familiar place, there is indeed a place where I can stay."
The old blue ox laughed and asked the young Taoist to show him the way.
At this time, Qi Wuhuo paused slightly, raised his eyes and looked up at the sky.
After a moment, he retracted his gaze and sat on the back of the blue ox, holding the mountain and river map in his hand, his black hair fluttering. The blue ox took a step and disappeared into the distance step by step. In the sky, all the immortals and gods were silent. After a long time, Qianliyan moved his throat and murmured like a dream: "He, he killed..."
"Killed... Namo Dibaozhuang Mani Shengguang Buddha?"
"That's the imperial realm of the Buddhist country."
This news was too huge and too heavy, causing all the immortals and gods here to fall silent. No one spoke for a long time. After a while, someone spoke up and murmured, "Being able to defeat a Buddha head-on, does this satisfy the rules of the Arctic Saints under Zhongtian Beiji?"
With the realm of True Lord, if you kill a great demon, the Heavenly Lord, or the Buddha, you will be a [Saint]!
"So, we should call him..."
It was dead silent.
The weight of this news made the giant spirit god and other warrior gods silent for a moment, and then they sighed at the title of Zhenwu Lingying Great Emperor. The giant spirit god sighed: "To break the catastrophe as a martial artist, to seek the truth and practice Taoism, it is indeed good, but the title of Zhenwu Lingying Great Emperor is still a bit flowery."
"Yeah yeah."
"Hey, Clairvoyance and Superb Ears, don't you two think so?"
A general asked.
The Clairvoyant and the Wind-Hearing, who knew some special intelligence, remained silent, but only murmured an unfamiliar, unknown title in their hearts. This title was too overbearing, causing their bodies to tremble slightly with awe and shock. The Clairvoyant took a deep breath, looked at the quiet world below the mountain, and murmured silently in his heart, word by word:
"First kill Donghua, then defeat the Demon King, kill the Buddha, break the catastrophe, all those who come here——"
"Zhongtian Beiji Zhenwu **Demon Emperor!"
On this day, Taishang Xuanwei Zhenren was born and took control of the world to kill Namo Dibaozhuang Mani Shengguang Buddha.
Namo Emperor Treasure Banner Mani Shengguang Buddha, the three bodies of the world have been extinguished.
On this day, Emperor Li Hui was deposed after taking the throne for only one month.
The Mighty King Li Zhai questioned him angrily and eventually put him under house arrest, and he was known as Duke Wenshang.
The immortals and gods frantically spread the news of Zhenwu's appearance in all directions, as well as on the table of the Great Emperor Ziwei of the North Pole in the Central Sky. Huge pieces of news spread from heaven to earth and from the six realms, shocking all directions. The fate of countless people in the world seemed to have changed in an instant. Some people were sad that their previous opportunities had disappeared and they could no longer avoid disaster in the temple.
Some people are delighted.
I am glad that the whole world can have Qingming Festival!
What a tremendous opportunity it will be to rejoice in the great changes in the world!
The great roc rises with the wind one day, and that day is today!
However, there are also aristocratic families who are wondering, who will be the final Human Emperor?
Is he the mighty king, the world's number one general who forced his father to depose his brother? And if it was him, how could he surrender, how could he strive for the greatest benefit for his family? All living beings in the world were bustling, coming for profit and leaving for gain, changing in a multitude of ways, never stopping for a day, never resting for a moment. On this day, everyone was thinking about the future.
This is when the highest point of the Buddhist catastrophe is broken, and the aftermath is hidden and has not yet subsided.
It was a time when the empire stopped and no one knew where it would go.
People were in a panic, people were happy, people couldn't sleep all night, and they kept thinking and discussing.
They discussed the future, their country, Buddhism, and the young Taoist priest who appeared like an immortal, all day long, from the streets to teahouses and restaurants, adding a touch of charm to this world.
And on this day, no one knew.
No one cares.
In the most remote and indifferent government office in the capital, there was a young keeper of the treasury, riding a green ox and holding a lantern.