Chapter 324: Going Out (Two Chapters in One)
Three years passed in a flash, and Wu Qinghua was sixteen years old.
As time went by, Wu Qinghua became increasingly unable to sleep. As if he had a vague premonition of something to come, he began to frequently bring his mother and sister all the beautiful things he saw.
The time is almost up.
But Wu Qinghua didn't know what was coming, or didn't want to think about it.
Tonight, the rutabaga flower stayed awake as usual and quietly climbed up the Soaring Cloud Mountain.
He was already familiar with the wildflowers of the Twelve Towering Mountains, and climbing the mountain alone on a moonless night was no different. As he climbed, he grasped the vines on the mountain wall and plucked a pale blue cliff lotus, tucked it into his waist.
Clover lotus is rare, and its petals can be dried and made into sachets. It's not a good idea to take only one home, so I'll look for another one.
Wu Qinghua was searching on the cliff when she suddenly felt the cliff was slightly bright.
Is the moon out?
Wu Qinghua raised her head, and in a trance she seemed to see several meteors sliding across the dark clouds. The bright Buddha's light dispelled the darkness all the way and slid into Guhu Town.
The direction is the home of Turnip Flower.
My mother and sister were both asleep at home.
Wu Qinghua felt his hands trembling. He quickly jumped off the cliff and rushed back home, only to find the gate wide open. His heart sank.
Time is up.
A bright light shone from within the doorway, its flames flickering in the wind, illuminating the entire courtyard like a phantom. Countless figures draped in cassocks were stretched out, two slender shadows leaning helplessly against each other.
The words that appeared in Wu Qinghua's dream countless times echoed in the yard.
"There are actually zombies here?"
“Back off!”
"Fortunately, it's not an old monster. It still looks very weak."
"Uncle Master, please get rid of her..."
Hearing this merciless judgment, Wu Qinghua rushed through the courtyard gate without hesitation. He used his shoulder to push aside the scattered Buddhist monks and squeezed into the encirclement amidst a sea of astonished gazes.
"Is this... a child?"
Wu Jiangnu and Xuanyi, who had been forcibly dragged out of the house, saw Wu Qinghua, and hope immediately lit up their frightened faces. Seeing that they were still safe, Wu Qinghua breathed a sigh of relief and turned to look at the Buddhist cultivators.
"Who are you and why are you trespassing into my house?"
Hearing the coldness in his voice and the disgust on his face that didn't seem fake, the Buddhist monks looked at each other in bewilderment. One monk, while keeping a wary eye on Wu Jiangnu and Xuanyi, said to Wu Qinghua in a friendly manner, "Stand a little closer. Don't get too close."
"You are the ones who should stay away." Wu Qinghua didn't appreciate it at all. He looked at the dozens of Buddhist practitioners in front of him calmly, and finally his eyes fell on the face of a middle-aged Buddhist practitioner.
The middle-aged Buddhist monk had a long black beard, which was rare among Buddhist monks. His eyes revealed calmness and indifference, which was different from other young monks.
Just as Wu Qinghua was speculating that he must be the real leader among this group of monks, the middle-aged monk suddenly asked, "Who are these two women to you?"
What’s it to you? Wu Qinghua almost blurted out, but when he heard the middle-aged monk’s voice, he inexplicably felt a surge of admiration in his heart, and his tone couldn’t help but soften: “…It’s my mother Wu Jiangnu and my sister Xuanyi.”
The moment these words came out, everyone was in an uproar. After whispering among themselves for a while, they all looked at Wu Qinghua with pity. Wu Qinghua ignored the others and only looked at the middle-aged monk.
"I remember now." It was the monk who had spoken earlier. He chanted "All Life Great Freedom" and said to the middle-aged monk, "Uncle Jingmen, he is the wild flower that avoided the virtue of offering flowers to Great Freedom."
"Strange. His mother, Wu Jiangnu, should have still been alive three years ago. Even if she died right after escaping, how could she have transformed into a corpse in just three years?"
Wu Qinghua subconsciously frowned and retorted: "My mother is still alive!"
"How can this be..." The monk's voice became lower and lower as he spoke, his eyes moving back and forth between Wu Jiangnu and Wu Qinghua. Then he suddenly realized something and looked at Master Jingmen excitedly.
"Uncle Master, could it be him?"
Master Jingmen smiled and slowly walked forward to Wu Qinghua, clasping his hands and bowing his head as he said, "If, as you say, Wu Jiangnu is still alive, we really don't need to uproot her."
Under the gaze of everyone, Lady Wu Jiang lowered her head with a gloomy expression. She exuded a strong scent of powder, and her skin was like porcelain, pale and soft without a trace of blood.
Wu Qinghua held her hand and said firmly, "Of course, mother is alive. She has never passed away."
"But, look."
Master Jingmen chanted a line with a smile, then gently pointed his finger in Wu Jiangnu's direction. Suddenly, a Buddha lamp slowly rose within Wu Jiangnu's body, illuminating her entire body from top to bottom, from inside to outside, revealing her sinews, bones, and flesh with a clear, transparent glow. Her rotting toes, her gray-green bones, and the black pus flowing through her flesh were all clearly visible.
Wu Qinghua's mother, who had once been alive, suddenly became a rotting corpse standing on the ground. A foul stench, unmistakable even by cosmetics, gushed out, and all the Buddhist practitioners, except Master Jingmen, covered their mouths and noses with their sleeves.
Master Jingmen simply said calmly, "The flesh and blood have rotted, and the spirit has dissipated. He is merely forcing himself to stay in this world, a walking corpse. How can he be called alive?"
Wu Qinghua tightly grasped the rotten palm, his expression unchanged: "It is not the appearance or the spirit that determines a person's life or death. If someone thinks about it, then it will be born in front of them."
“The Great Self says that all things begin in His heart.”
Master Jingmen's smile widened. With a flip of his hand, the Buddha's light within Wu Jiangnu extinguished, but the makeup covering her body melted away, revealing flowing lines within her still-pristine skin.
"You realized the Dharma of Great Freedom on your own and want to revive your mother, right?"
Without waiting for Wu Qinghua to answer, Master Jingmen suddenly withdrew his hand and sighed.
"He is truly a genius, but pitiful and lamentable."
"What do you want to say?" Wu Qinghua couldn't help but speak, a sneer on his lips. "Isn't your great freedom to do whatever you want, free and unrestrained, to change the state of everything, regardless of the laws of nature? Why don't you believe that people can be resurrected?"
"People can naturally come back to life after death."
Master Jingmen closed his eyes and sighed, which made Wu Qinghua stunned.
"An ancient book says: Mahāshīrti once resurrected 30 million people in Tianyanzhou, but their reincarnation was extinguished in one day. The gods, dissatisfied, shouted at him with thunder and lightning. The Buddha said that the beast cloud disaster had claimed 30 million lives, but they were given the gods' lives, and that their lives were not meant to end. After three days of fighting, the gods were defeated, but 30 million people survived."
"If you are a son of the Buddha and one day a successor to the Buddha, resurrecting a person will be as easy as pie."
"But, just wait and see."
A gentle breeze suddenly swept through the courtyard, rustling the golden-studded cassock of Master Jingmen. From each flake, a tiny ray of Buddha's light condensed. This light was pure white, of perfect beauty, pure and flawless. The light drifted with the wind, and the tiny dots gradually condensed into a long mirror.
The mirror was facing Wu Jiangnu. Wu Qinghua subconsciously wanted to block Wu Jiangnu's figure, but saw the white mirror suddenly burst, and Wu Jiangnu wailed in pain!
“Hmm!”
The white light turned into a long thread, pulling the resentful soul filled with death and resentment out of Wu Jiangnu's body!
"Mother!"
Wu Qinghua quickly hugged the body of Wu Jiangnu who had fallen down due to exhaustion. He was horrified to find that Wu Jiangnu would not respond to his words. He suddenly looked up and shouted angrily: "What did you do!"
Master Jingmen shook his head, his eyes slightly lowered with pity: "It's not what I did, but what you did to her."
A white silk thread entangled the vengeful spirit, which howled shrilly. A chilling wind suddenly swept through the courtyard, and the Buddhist monks chanted scriptures to suppress it. Its soul was distorted and turbid, and even its human form could not be seen. There was not a trace of rationality left in it.
"When a person dies, his soul enters the cycle of reincarnation. If the soul does not change, the person does not change, and therefore there is an afterlife."
"Yet you rashly twisted Wu Jiangnu's spirit. Instead of truly resurrecting her living soul into a body, you transformed her into a vengeful spirit with your own hands."
"The resentful souls cannot enter the cycle of reincarnation, there is neither this life nor the afterlife."
Wu Qinghua felt as if struck by lightning, cold sweat gushed out of his body, and suddenly he had a splitting headache.
Master Jingmen sighed sadly: "If you are a Buddhist, it may be possible to find your mother in the future through reincarnation."
"But now, you have killed your mother with your own hands."
The vengeful spirit let out a sharp scream, its shadow looming, filled with resentment.
The body of her mother in Wu Qinghua's arms gradually decomposed into pus and rotten flesh, which fell off the bones, and the bones also scattered and eventually rotted into mud.
By the way, Wu Qinghua had heard these words before.
The entire Guhu Town began to collapse, and the sky was like water stained with ink, dripping down. In the falling rain, except for Wu Qinghua, no one seemed to notice the changes in the world.
Master Jingmen still extended his hand towards Wu Qinghua as he had done three hundred years ago. His hand also began to crack as the world collapsed.
"...The Buddha's disciple emerged from the north, between the Zhongqu Mountains. He had not yet entered the Dao, but had already attained enlightenment. The Great Free Spirit transmitted his life."
"You are qualified to become a son of Buddha and inherit the Buddha's throne."
Wu Qinghua stared silently at the only remaining dress in her hand. On it were embroidered stitch by stitch with the blessing flowers commonly worn by women. They were all embroidered by Wu Qinghua for her mother.
As the world collapsed, the dress gradually twisted into a chaos and slipped away from his hands.
Even without Master Jingmen continuing, Wu Qinghua remembered what he said next.
"Do you want to turn the resentful soul back into the true soul of Wu Jiangnu?"
"I think so." Wu Qinghua murmured, still giving the same answer from three hundred years ago.
“There is only one person in this world who can do this, and that is great freedom.”
"Come on, child, follow me and I will let you..."
The gate collapsed with a bang, and rain clouds crashed down, the roar obscuring Master Jingmen's voice. Just as Wu Qinghua reached out her hand, an uneasy face suddenly flashed through her mind.
Wu Qinghua was startled and turned around to look for Xuanyi. Xuanyi was standing far away under the collapsed courtyard wall, her face completely shrouded in shadow.
But Wu Qinghua inexplicably had a feeling that Xuan Yi was watching her.
"If I leave, what about her?"
Master Jingmen's figure slowly melted away, and his voice had unknowingly turned into Wu Qinghua's voice.
"Have you forgotten? She is a ghost cultivator. Now that the crack in the ghost world gate has reopened, she must be strangled."
……wrong.
The formation completely collapsed, the world twisted and melted, and it penetrated into Wu Qinghua's brain in one breath, and he suddenly fell to the ground!
"What happened to Master Uncle?!"
In the golden body's dantian, Wu Qinghua's soul suddenly trembled, and the Buddha's light around him flickered, and the golden body also resonated with it!
"Master's spirit...seems to have broken free!"
The people outside the formation who were paying close attention to the golden body did not dare to breathe. Even Master Jingmen stopped stroking his beard and his eyes could not help but be fixed on Wu Qinghua's soul.
“Hmm!”
The eight fake stars in the sky turned into smoke and dust and fell into the black cloud. Wu Qinghua suddenly opened his eyes, and the golden Buddha light rushed out of the black cloud directly!
Master Jingmen's expression of relief flashed, and he immediately waved his hand and said, "Stop the strange cultivator, don't let her escape!"
"Heavenly Sacrifice Gate!"
Hundreds of Buddhist cultivators responded with a roar. Dozens of Lianxu Buddhist cultivators first sat cross-legged in the void, clasping their hands and silently reciting scriptures. Suddenly, thousands of Buddha lights flashed across the sky, weaving into a giant net that enveloped the black clouds.
Luo Xuanyi tried to step back, but she saw a huge shadow of a sky gate looming and pressing down, making her unable to move for a moment.
Seeing the strange cultivator locked up by the Buddha's Light Heavenly Gate, the Yuanying on the ground immediately removed the golden beads from around his neck and tossed them into the air. With the sound of muttering scriptures, the beads immediately disintegrated into tens of thousands of thumb-sized golden Buddhist beads, and a chanting figure rose from each bead.
Tens of thousands of Buddhist beads were inlaid into the giant net woven by the Buddha's light. The gate of heaven suddenly opened, revealing the Rakshasa Hell behind the gate, which was about to press down and lock Luo Xuanyi in it!
A fierce glint flashed in Luo Xuanyi's eyes. She forcefully summoned the vast dead energy dormant within her body, abruptly breaking free from the Heavenly Gate's restraints. She had already grasped the confused servant, and just as she was about to blow him away, the Heavenly Gate suddenly collapsed!
"Without Buddha in the world, the gates of heaven will not descend."
"boom!"
The gate of heaven closed sadly and disappeared, the giant net of Buddha's light trembled, and thousands of Buddhist beads flew everywhere and turned into dust!
Dozens of Void Refinement cultivators spat out blood in the air, almost fainted and fell to the ground. Master Jingmen waved his robe and gently put them down.
But Master Jingmen's gaze never fell on them. He looked at the Wu Qinghua who had broken through the Tianmen Gate in disbelief: "Qinghua...?"
Wu Qinghua covered half of her face with one hand, gasping in pain, and said words that Master Jingmen could not understand at all.
"No... She is my only relative..."
That’s right, we can’t let them kill Xuanyi.
Anyway, for us, family members are the most important.
Master Jingmen suddenly realized: "Everyone, be careful and use the Heart Protection Sutra to protect your soul. The tricky cultivator might be able to confuse people's minds!"
So you are the me created by Xuanyi?
Wu Qinghua stared at the "Wu Qinghua" in his soul who still looked like a sixteen-year-old boy, and murmured.
Yes, I am a turnip flower with two families, a turnip flower that is not alone even though my mother has passed away.
"Rubuli Flower" smiled gently and looked at the flowing black clouds.
And you?
You haven’t even become a Buddhist disciple, can you really become a Buddha and save your mother?
Rutabaga's breathing gradually became calmer, and at the same time, the boundary between him and "Rutabaga" began to blur.
I don't want to be alone... I'm afraid of being alone.
"Qinghua, wake up! Recite the Heart Purification Mantra silently!" Master Jingmen suddenly felt something was wrong, and he called out.
But Rutabaga remained awake.
What will you choose? Turnip Flower turned back with a smile.
For Turnip Flower, there is actually no other choice.
He was awake and swallowed the "turnip flower".
The first and second updates are combined. Something happened today and I came back at 9 o'clock, but I will finish the remaining two updates~ I will continue to update after midnight~ but it may be a little late, see you tomorrow~
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