This is the last humanitarian destiny of a city in a country and a state. All its humanitarian artifacts were sent to the capital by military masters dispatched by Li Zhai, and were placed next to Qi Wuhuo, waiting for the Taoist to complete the last tripod. That is, to use this magical power to cast the ninth tripod and complete the formation.

But before these elite cavalrymen and generals delivered the key material representing the final link in the ritual for the unification of the human world, a new guest arrived.

It is the golden cicada in front of the Buddha.

Compared to the first time they met, he possessed the arrogance of a person listening to the Dharma in front of the Buddha, the clarity of the Buddha's mind and nature, and the wildness of the golden cicada beast. When they met for the second time, he had lost his original arrogance and possessed the firmness and persistence of a practitioner of Buddhism, except that he still had an excessive joy at the fulfillment of Buddhism.

This is the third time we have met.

He was covered in dirt and looked disheveled, and his eyes had lost their former arrogance and brilliance, replaced by an extreme sadness.

"It's been a long time, Taoist priest."

The sound of the golden cicada in front of the Buddha is low and tired.

He seemed to have experienced the most miserable thing in the world.

The weight of these experiences was heavy and powerful; even the golden cicada in front of the Buddha felt the fatigue and sadness arising from his own mind. The Taoist poured him a cup of tea, and then the two of them still sat under the old tree, talking about the past.

The monk is tired and the Taoist is old.

"So, what's your story this time?"

The Taoist priest held the tea in his hand with a gentle voice.

There was a ripple in the eyes of the Golden Cicada in front of the Buddha. He clasped the tea in his hands and spoke slowly, telling this story.

He made three great vows.

Targeting those who are greedy for money, murderous, and sexually abusive.

The money-grubbing man was persuaded by him to give up stealing and instead devote the rest of his life to atoning for the sins of the people.

I wish to live in poverty all my life.

The murderous and aggressive person finally burst into tears in front of the victim, drew his sword and committed suicide. The last person he killed was himself, and he also ended his own killing and brutality.

Finally, he found the most beautiful and dangerous woman.

He persuaded her with Buddhist teachings, enlightened her with Buddhist principles, and learned about the woman's past story, which helped her to resolve her emotional problems. All of this was done without using any Buddhist supernatural powers, not even the so-called telepathy or the cessation of outflows. It was simply something that any enlightened person could do.

The courtesan mocked at first, but in the end hoped to get the monk's heart. He was the golden cicada in front of the Buddha, a great monk in Buddhism, with a beautiful face, pure and peaceful temperament, and the ambition to save all living beings. For anyone who has fallen into the mud, such an existence is like light.

When encountering such a beautiful existence, only two creatures will fall.

Hold on tight, or pull him into the mud.

Watching such a holy monk sinking into the suffering and desires, unable to rebirth, for those who clearly know that they are sinking into the suffering and desires, there is even a kind of destructive joy.

This is what the Oiran did in the beginning.

She seduced, coerced, exploited, and even took off her clothes, revealing her graceful body and snuggled into the monk's arms.

But from beginning to end, the monk just looked at her with a compassionate and gentle gaze, and this happened countless times and for many years. There was even one time when she faced a life-and-death crisis. The most beautiful courtesan girl in the country finally revealed her true feelings. She was sold by her parents to pay off their debts when she was young, and no one in this world loved her.

Her parents love her for her money; the people love her for her appearance.

The nobles are practitioners, and what they love is her body.

At that time, the monk carried her through the moonlight and said, "I can love you."

The monk's eyes are broad-minded, compassionate, warm and sincere.

A true practitioner has love for all living things.

Since she met the monk, the extremely beautiful girl never did anything like an oiran again. One day, after getting drunk, the bright moon was in the sky, falling on the river. The monk in white sat cross-legged on the boat, watching the girl's charming dance, and then gently left a kiss on the monk's cheek.

The monk succeeded.

He helped the girl who grew up in an environment of betrayal to understand what it means to love others and what it means to love herself.

Qi Wuhuo held his tea and listened to the monk telling this story. He lowered his eyes slightly and said:

"So, what happens next?"

"Afterwards, the world was in chaos..."

"No, it cannot be said that the world is in chaos. It should be that the mighty king's army has finally arrived to wipe out this place full of evil people, betrayal, and the last rebellion. Under such pressure, what I did to convert the people there attracted the city lord's killing."

"I forced the Dharma out and turned it into relics, which remain here."

An obvious look of pain appeared on the face of the Golden Cicada in front of the Buddha.

Seventeen years ago, the actions of the arrogant and contemptuous, yet devout and ardent monk were a reflection of his supreme faith in his own Dharma, but it was like a sword that struck him in the face and ended up falling on himself.

His body trembled, but he finally calmed down and said, "The city lord also has cultivation skills. His level of cultivation can even be said to be not weak. I wasted my own skills and was imprisoned by him. At that time, I was still full of confidence. I wanted to use my death to convert the people of this city to follow the Dharma."

"Perhaps, as you said, Taoist Priest—"

"When I said I wanted to save all living beings and verify the Buddha's teachings, I was already looking down on them. I was testing the dark side of human nature, but I never thought that I would be burned by the bright side of human nature."

"She saved me. She agreed to the city lord's request that she spend the night with him."

"But she did not break her promise to me. She put on clean clothes and killed herself with a dagger."

"Finally she said she loved me, too."

"But, but it shouldn't be like this. I should have supreme cultivation, I should be the golden cicada in front of the Buddha, I should only need to raise my fingers to solve all of this, the joys and sorrows of mortals should be very far away from me."

The golden cicada in front of the Buddha was trembling.

The proud monk was finally saved by this person, who in his eyes was extremely evil, extremely pitiful, extremely compassionate and sympathetic.

Such radiant Buddha nature and such pure humanity shattered the pride in Jin Chan's heart, leaving behind only endless subtle pain, like a palm brushing across an extremely fast blade.

Jin Chan lowered his eyes, his expression painful, and said:

"But, what I said, that I can love her, is only because I practice Buddhism, I love all living beings in the world, and she is just one of them."

"But she said she loved me in the end, but it was only because I am who I am."

"The weight of the two is not equal, and it's not fair."

"It shouldn't be like this. It shouldn't be like this."

At that time, the monk who came out of the prison was covered with wounds, but he was hugging the woman in white who committed suicide, howling and wailing in pain. It was raining and snowing heavily at that time. Only a few days later, the army of the mighty king broke through the city. The spears were so sharp that the monk felt pain and resentment in his heart.

Why didn’t the mighty king’s troops arrive earlier?

He used a piece of white jade and the complicated rituals of Buddhism to seal the woman's body, and then he carried the coffin and walked step by step to find the Buddhas, hoping that the Buddhas could deliver her to the Buddha's kingdom. In the end, he was abandoned by the Buddhas. When they saw that he had lost his cultivation and his Buddha's light was clear, they just said, "You are a lowly woman, you are of the lowest level, dirty and impure, and you cannot enter the Buddha's kingdom."

The golden Buddha light left, its brightness clear and bright; the golden cicada in front of the Buddha laughed and cried loudly; the white jade scattered; the rituals became useless.

His monk's robe was no longer clean, his feet were muddy and his robe was stained with blood.

In the heavy rain, he dug up a grave with his bare hands, and blood was everywhere.

Bury her on the grassland under the moonlight.

Then he stumbled, step by step, through the human world and came here.

The monk held the tea and asked, "Master, where is the Dharma? The Dharma is immeasurable and equal to all living beings, but why do you say that you cannot touch women? The Dharma is immeasurable and equal to all living beings, but among all the great wishes, why is there such a reward as [a woman turning into a man], [a minister of the king], [or an emperor]?"

"This great aspiration has already proved that the Buddha sees all living beings differently."

When Jin Chan asked Qi Wuhuo in front of the Buddha.

On the nine stone tablets, with the Tao as the center, there are four stone tablets on each side. Qiu left many written heritages on one of the stone tablets. At this moment, on the other side of the center of the Tao, the only blank stone tablet among the nine stone tablets was rippling with countless ripples, which seemed to turn into flowing light.

Clear and pure, with boundless compassion.

At this time, if you agree to it, you can solidify the inheritance on this stone tablet.

The last of the nine monuments was completed.

However, the Taoist with gray hair paused and replied, "I don't know."

"So, what do you think Buddha is?"

"Oh……"

The tired monk smiled gently and said, "It's still the same as what we said seventeen years ago, right?"

"I will go to the human world again."

The first time was when the Buddha came to the West to spread the Dharma to the world.

The second time, he saved all evil, gave up his cultivation, and saved the people with the law.

The Taoist asked, "What are you going to see this time?"

The monk was tired. The golden cicada in front of the Buddha glanced at the Taoist priest Ran Deng over there and said softly, "This is my third time in the mortal world. I am just a common person. I came from among common people and will return to them. What is there to talk about? Because there is Buddha in the hearts of common people. This time I want to go to the human world to see all the Buddhas."

"I also want to answer her question... I will come back here in seventeen years."

“I hope I can understand it by then.”

Thus, the ripples of Buddhist teachings on the ninth stone tablet finally dissipated.

Qi Wuhuo watched Jin Chan leave. He felt that since the first time he intercepted him with his realm of control, since that time they discussed Buddhism in front of the Buddha, Jin Chan's fate and path seemed to have shifted slightly. Qi Wuhuo suddenly remembered another agreement made that year.

He once again went to look for the reincarnation of Medicine Buddha.

The reincarnation of the young man was now a man in his thirties, with a tired look on his face. However, when he saw Qi Wuhuo coming here, he still entertained him warmly. The Taoist asked again: "How do you feel about your life now?"

Ming thought for a moment and answered seriously, "My parents are getting old, but fortunately they have never been injured or sick, and I can still be filial to them. Although my child is naughty, he is also innocent and cute. He is growing up, and my wife and I have known each other since we were young. Naturally, everything is going well."

He was tired, but he was still living very seriously.

The Taoist asked if his Buddhist beads were still there.

[Ming] paused, his eyes gentle, looking at the running child and replied: "The child is playing."

He now has three children, the youngest of whom is less than ten years old and is the most lively and naughty.

When Qi Wuhuo stood up to say goodbye, Ming, who was already 34 years old, saw him out of the village. Looking at the Taoist priest with gray hair on his temples, he couldn't help but ask, "Old Taoist priest, why are you asking me such a question?"

"Why?"

"I don't know either. Just treat it as an agreement with an old friend."

The Taoist smiled gently. It was raining today. He held up a green bamboo umbrella and walked into the misty rain. His tone was calm:

"I will come to see you again in seventeen years."

Ming, the reincarnation of Medicine Buddha, watched him go away, still somewhat puzzled. He thought about it and realized that his parents were not in good health and needed to take medicine; his eldest son was already old enough to get married, but his youngest son was still naughty; his wife seemed a little weak and needed a good rest.

He turned around and walked hurriedly into the world of mortals; behind him, the golden cicada in front of the Buddha just left.

The two men paused, both seemed to sense something.

In front of the Nine Monuments, the destiny of humanity was flowing, the Yuqing Tree was swaying faintly, and it seemed that flowers were blooming. However, it was raining heavily today, and the man was busy with his family's affairs. The Golden Cicada lowered his eyes and thought about the world. One walked hurriedly into the world, and the other walked tiredly, measuring the world.

So the flower, which had not yet bloomed, finally fell apart.

At this time, where is Buddhism, Taoism is lazy, and Confucianism is spreading among the nations.

The mighty King Li Zhai's troops turned back.

Agree on a final agreement of seventeen years.

Taoist Wei returned to the storage room. Many humanitarian tools had been placed in front of him. There were soldiers in armor all around him. The original guard was gone, and Li Weifeng, who was over fifty years old, with a calm brow and great prestige, stood in front. He was well maintained, but there were still silver threads in his hair and beard.

He said softly, "Thank you, Master."

The Taoist nodded calmly.

He walked in front of the various instruments of humanity and flicked his sleeves. Countless instruments rose up, and without any mysterious means, they transformed into an ancient and majestic tripod. The appearance of the tripod attracted many eyes.

All those who cultivate the destiny of humanity know what this represents.

Even Fuxi's eyes dropped.

It represents the ultimate harmony of the community order system, the earth god system, the city god system, and the destiny of the human world.

This is a ritual that countless people from top to bottom have worked hard for so many years to complete. It belongs to everyone in this era. The River Map and Luo Shu have been deduced countless times. The Taoist's finger gently touched the last of the Nine Cauldrons and said, "Go, go."

In an instant, the last of the Nine Cauldrons turned into a stream of light, flew into the sky, and appeared at the last node of the formation. It immediately emitted a bright light and suddenly fell down, fitting into the last position of the formation.

The whole world seemed to have come to a standstill.

All living things, the breath of all things, the wind, the clouds, the conversations, the discussions.

Everything stopped at this moment, the flow of human destiny stopped, even the rivers stopped rushing, as if everything had become a curtain, waiting for the final step of the ritual of this human world to be completed.

Today, the Nine Cauldrons are united!