The Buddha's memories, or perhaps the images in his dreams, dissipated like a dream bubble, and eventually each falling fragment turned into a Bodhi leaf, pure and free. Between heaven and earth, there was a vast expanse, like a dark and lightless place. All that could be seen before one's eyes was a world as pure as water.

Ripples appeared with every step I took, and a figure could be seen in front of me.

Qi Wuhuo stood behind with a sword in hand.

The young man who was sitting cross-legged opened his eyes, his eyes were gentle: "You are here."

Qi Wuhuo has understood the many changes in the past and present, and why the Buddha died so early -

The Buddha chose to sit under the Bodhi tree, and entered into nirvana, turning himself into a horizontal boat, connecting the past, the present, and allowing Qi Wuhuo to pass on the final catastrophe and many future changes. And things in the past will continue to be passed down, like a closed loop, just like a ritual.

But Qi Wuhuo had never thought about these things before.

Looking at the Buddha's back, he did not ask why. After seeing the Buddha's determination, asking why would be an insult to such determination. The black-clothed emperor responded in a gentle and calm tone:

"I am late, poor Taoist."

The young man lowered his eyes and smiled, as if everything was self-evident. He said gently:

"No, not too late, not too late, just right."

He turned around and looked at the Zhenwu Emperor in black clothes and with a sword, his eyes calm, and said: "Because of the existence of fellow Taoist, the three of them should be prepared for the end of the catastrophe in advance. I think the six realms of the mortal world can still be called peaceful, but peace will not last long."

He stretched out his hand, and a lotus emerged in his palm. Every lotus seed in it was like the one Qi Wuhuo had seen, but it was different from that one. The one Qi Wuhuo had obtained was already mixed with the charm of Buddha's light, while this lotus contained a vast and boundless aura that was inherited from Qi Wuhuo's own foundation.

"This is?"

"It is the [sharp sword] that was handed down to me in ancient times and passed down from generation to generation. I am ready to give it to you, Taoist friend."

Qi Wuhuo did not immediately reach out to take the lotus flower that exuded a majestic vitality. He stared at the Buddha in front of him, thought for a moment, and asked, "Is my going and returning [predestined]?"

The young man looked at him gently and shook his head.

In the eyes of the Buddha, there are two times.

In other words, at least they were two short-lived destinies, and the two destinies had already changed when Qi Wuhuo arrived here. In the end, the two destinies completely merged into one. He said gently: "Even if the cause and effect connection you see now is not like this at the beginning."

"The Kaihuang Mojie Tianzun saw the final calamity, but we cannot complete it by relying on ourselves."

"We have different paths, but we both don't want the end to come."

"The Original Heavenly King, the Kaihuang Mojie Tianzun, and the Yuchen Daojun chose to explore in that era."

"And I first passed away here. I was betting that in the future, there must be a [Yu Zun] who can discover the divine thoughts I left here, and then try to contact them. Then, when I contact the Three Pure Ones in my memory, I will tell them about the future."

"So I am the boat that will cross the river, betting that in this era, there are still some people who have the spirit of a royal master but are willing to draw their swords before the end of the catastrophe."

The young Buddha said in a brisk tone:

"Obviously, I won the bet."

"The closed loop of cause and effect has been concluded from now on. It was your choice for you to come here and walk here. The growth of the power of the Supreme was the result of your experience. I chose to transform into a boat. It was my choice. The Original Heavenly King prepared this sword for you to face the final calamity. It was his choice."

"The three of us each have our own choices and things to do."

“But they are all indispensable.”

“But our goals are the same.”

"It is just like this lotus, which came from the original king of heaven. He trusts me, and I have been waiting for all these years. I trust my fellow Taoists, and will hand it over to you. Only by working together can we achieve the right result."

The monk's palm moved slightly, and the lotus containing majestic vitality fell in front of Qi Wuhuo, slowly turning, exuding majestic charm and powerful aura. Qi Wuhuo raised his hand to hold the object, and boundless and majestic vitality rose from it, and the lotus slowly rotated.

The Buddha said gently, "Your foundation is already very solid, and what the Primordial Heavenly King has entrusted to me is the saved ten thousand years of practice. It is like rain moistening the precious tree in the Brahma. How much you can gain is still unknown... But I believe in you. The Primordial Heavenly King of the ancient times also believes in you."

"My duty as a poor monk has been fulfilled."

He sat there cross-legged, raised his hands and gently placed them together in front of him. The mental world of the Buddhas around him shattered, and all the troubles turned into scattered Bodhi leaves. Under the Bodhi tree, the young Buddha had a gentle expression, and flowing light dissipated around him. All the monks in the Buddhist kingdom were waiting outside.

Amitabha, who was bewitched by Po Xun, recognized his teacher. The old Amitabha's eyes widened. He staggered forward, and then seemed to have lost all his strength. He suddenly swayed, knelt on the ground, and choked with sobs: "My Buddha, my Buddha..."

"You're back."

"You are back..."

Amitabha's voice was choked with sobs, tears streaming down his face, and he was speechless. It was as if all the struggles of several kalpas had come to an end, and now he could finally breathe a sigh of relief. The burden on his shoulders seemed to be eased. The young man lowered his eyes, reached out his hand and gently stroked the shoulder of the old Buddha next to him, saying, "Thank you for your hard work..."

Amitabha was choked with sobs and unable to speak.

The Buddha said softly, "In these years, my spirit has only remained under this Bodhi tree, and I cannot guide you. Today, perhaps there is still some time. Amitabha, go and call everyone here."

Amitabha wiped his tears with his sleeves, stood up and walked outside. He seemed to have forgotten his current cultivation level, and just like in the early years of ancient times, he leaned forward and trotted out. Under the Bodhi tree, only the Great Emperor Zhenwu in a black robe and jade crown and the young Buddha who was sitting cross-legged were left.

Qi Wuhuo looked at him and said, "...carrying the communication between our souls and wills, your soul..."

The Buddha smiled and said, "Well, even with the presence of Yuchen Daojun, my memory accurately fell on the time when the three appeared at the same time, but my soul has reached its limit and may be broken."

"But after being broken, it is also the beginning of a new life. My soul will not disappear into nothingness, but will return to this world. Maybe it will turn into grass or trees, or fall into a river, or fall on the shoulder of a passerby one day. If you think about it this way, won't you be less sad?"

"Fellow Daoist, there is no need to feel sad or regretful about this."

The Buddha clasped his hands together and said softly, "There is no greater kindness in the world than saving lives."

“To save the common people from suffering is the greatest good deed.”

"My Dharma has been perfected at this moment, so there is no need for any thanks or sorrow."

It is suffering for living beings who cannot understand the cycle of life and death.

However, to regard the reincarnation and death of all living beings as the Tao, and to take the suffering and death of all living beings lightly, is itself evil.

In my opinion, all living beings are lovable.

So if one day, the Great Dao turns, the heaven and earth are opened up, and the catastrophe of the era changes and becomes the enemy of the living beings in front of me, I will definitely stand on the side of the living beings.

Qi Wuhuo felt the Buddha's way in front of him.

The Buddha seemed to remember something and smiled gently, "Speaking of which, fellow Daoist, you may not know where I come from. I am one of the spiritual roots of heaven and earth that was born after Taiyi created the world. It is this Bodhi tree. You may say it is Buddhism, but I am not a Buddha."

"I left but they didn't disperse. So although this Bodhi tree has borne fruit, it has never matured. After I leave, this fruit will also mature. If you are interested, you can come here and take it."

During this period of time, accompanied by the sound of footsteps, more monks came together. After bowing, they slowly walked into the area covered by the Bodhi tree and sat cross-legged on the ground. No longer needing the golden lotus or the white jade lotus platform, the young Buddha began to tell the final Buddhist teachings.

The tone was peaceful and serene, with peace and tranquility, and many Bodhisattvas listened quietly.

Finally, they saw the young man under the Bodhi tree close his eyes, and his body began to ripple, as if it was about to break apart. Amitabha subconsciously called out:

"Buddha!"

The young man opened his eyes and smiled, "I'm just closing my eyes to rest. Don't make such a noise."

The old Amitabha Buddha, like a novice monk, half-knelt before the Buddha and said:

"Buddha, if you leave, what should we do?"

"How will the disciple practice..."

"Isn't cultivation your business? Why are you asking me?"

Amitabha Buddha whispered: "I am worried that I will lose my Buddha heart and fall into evil again."

The Buddha smiled and said, "If you need external forces to restrain you in order to stay away from evil and desire, then isn't that what you call Buddha's heart? Isn't that actually not practicing?"

Not far away under a tree, the emperor in a black robe and holding a sword was looking into the distance, as if Buddhism had returned to the earliest years of the ancient times. Beside him, Yuchen Da Dao Jun had a calm expression, but at this moment, he had opened the memories he left for himself. The Buddha could serve as a raft to maintain the past and the present, and the communication above the level of the Royal Lord naturally had Yuchen Da Dao Jun as an anchor.

Is it the past that determines the present, or is it the present that reverses the past?

It is cause or effect, but it is hard to tell.

Yuchen Daojun looked at his palm and said calmly: "It seems that it is time for me to leave."

The young Daoist Master said in a carefree manner: "It's just like in the ancient times, in the mountains and forests, I had another big dream... However, this time in the big dream, I fought with my future self, and I have fought with you before, so I don't have any regrets."

"No doubt."

"I'll do you a favor, please."

"Buddhism, please give me a peaceful life."

Qi Wuhuo nodded slightly. Da Dao Jun didn't say much. He patted his disciple on the shoulder, smiled carefreely, picked up the Qingping Sword in his hand again, and walked forward. Just like in the past, his footsteps became lighter, his body gradually dispersed, and finally turned into a wisp of spring breeze and walked into the wind. Da Dao Jun Yuchen in this state and at this stage will never be seen again.

The essence of Jade Morning, the purple smoke of Nine Celebrations, the shining jade radiance, the shining gold reflection of the truth.

Eventually it turned into a stream of Qi, which flowed and changed, and returned to the thirty-four heavens, and went to the Shangqing realm, Yu Yutian.

Qi Wuhuo stared at the Jade Emperor, who was transformed from the silhouette of Shangqing Lingbao Tianzun at a certain stage in the past, leaving, and whispered in his heart: "Goodbye, teacher..."

The Buddha over there lowered his eyes gently, responded to the confusion of many disciples, and finally smiled and said: "It is time for me to leave."

Amitabha said: "Teacher...!"

The Buddha, who looked like a young man, reached out his hand and stroked the hair of the young monk. Finally, he looked at the dazed and bitter Randeng, nodded, and smiled, "Did you change the path?"

Ran Deng's eyes felt sore.

The Buddha said softly, "That's good too. Go and have a look at other roads. Come back in the end, or don't come back at all. Don't let certain things restrict you."

He looked at Amitabha Buddha, the other monks, and the Bodhisattvas, and said softly:

"If you think so, then I will come back."

He made a promise.

"But I don't know when I will be back. Maybe the next moment, or maybe a long, long time later."

"As I came from, as I go, you should treat me as if I am coming and practicing with sincerity. But you should also know that I am only coming and have not really arrived. So, don't blindly believe in an idol of Buddha. Everyone has the Buddha Dharma and Buddha nature. How can there be only one fixed standard?"

Amitabha murmured, "As I came from, as I am going, Buddha, Tathagata."

The young man lowered his eyes and smiled, clasped his hands together, and recited his last Buddhist teachings.

"Do all that is good and avoid all that is evil."

“That is my Dharma.”

The sound spread and the wind blew over, and the Buddha, who used his body as a boat and crossed the ages just for a glimmer of hope, turned into smoke.

Because he was the boat, the Three Pure Ones all knew the future final disaster scene.

Therefore, the Three Pure Ones could train someone who could break the final calamity. In the end, it was this person who could break the final calamity who passed the message back. Everything was perfect, except for the last part. The Buddha's voice was warm and peaceful, with blessings:

"please--"

"We must break the final catastrophe."

Many monks burst into tears, and the Bodhi fruit had not matured for several kalpas.

On this day, it finally matured.

Qi Wuhuo held a lotus in his hand, looked at the direction where the Buddha left, nodded solemnly, and the lotus in his hand spread out. The power and determination entrusted to him by the Original Heavenly King, spanning countless years and determination, fell into his body.

It takes time, but the Yu Zun Qi that needs time to be polished is like a tree bud in the rain. At this moment, it began to grow at an incredible speed. At his current level, it is impossible for others to infuse his cultivation. However, the entrustment of the Original Heavenly King is enough to erase Qi Wuhuo's most critical flaw——

time.

Qi Wuhuo closed his eyes.

Observe the catastrophe and break the catastrophe, and the context behind all the events in the past finally becomes clear.

The light is flowing on the Bodhi tree, and the Taoist's Qi is already formed.

The aura of royal dignity spreads throughout the body.

Only one step left to take.