Was that still ancient times
Some people witnessed with their own eyes that the statues turned into living people, or in other words, turned into the holy relics of the real gods in their eyes, and thus their faith became more devout.
The Buddha statues in the temple disappeared, and no one replaced them.
Sometimes He would go to other places in this snowy land to have a look, and sometimes when He got bored, He would return to this increasingly magnificent temple to take shelter, sitting on the lotus seat and watching the ordinary people who came to worship Him.
The peaceful days lasted for hundreds of years.
Until one day, this isolated snowy area welcomed a group of unexpected guests. They wore the same monk robes and had the same rosary beads around their necks. They preached their Buddhist teachings and scriptures to all the residents here. They soon discovered this snow peak, the temple on the peak, and Him in the temple.
They claimed to be from the Central Region Buddhist sect, a branch of the Tantric Buddhism. They traveled across mountains and rivers to come to this snowy region that was like a pure land that had not yet been set foot by monks, just to save all ignorant beings.
They possess all kinds of magical powers that amaze all the simple residents and give rise to sincere awe in them.
So they got permission and occupied the temple.
They erected a new Buddha on his original temple and altar, and named him the "Holy Son of Buddhism", saying that he was the clear evidence of the Buddha's manifestation in the reincarnation of hundreds of generations.
From then on, He had His own name.
Lonely...
Silence.
But the number of people who believed in him gradually decreased, and people turned to believe in the monks on the holy mountain who possessed the power to destroy the world, and worshipped and respected them.
His power gradually became less stable.
He began to disappear from time to time, sometimes for a long time, sometimes for a short time. The power from the bottom of people's hearts could no longer support His appearance in the world at any time. Only at certain times, the monks of Tantric Buddhism held rituals and guided the thoughts of the world, so that they could accumulate enough power for His appearance.
The Holy Son Jiye gradually became the most mysterious existence in the Snow Region.
Likewise, with the arrival of the Tantric monks came not only changed beliefs but also shed blood.
After the war between the Yin and Yang worlds, Buddhism completely moved north.
The Snow Region, which was originally a pure land of Tantric Buddhism, has since become the Snow Region of Tantric Buddhism and their lair.
Soon, there were consorts, Buddha mothers, Dharma masters, gurus, and even Dharma kings…
Of course, there was also killing.
It is the rule and domination of the monks over mortals, and the differences and contradictions between the New and Old Esoteric Buddhism.
The originally clean and clear sky above the snowy land was suddenly covered with layers of oppressive blood. People's faith in gods and Buddhas began to waver. Even if they traveled through mountains and rivers to the holy mountain, they were just begging for wealth, beauty, power, and even immortality from the clay puppets in the temple.
They poured out their evil desires on the temple grounds.
The monks who walk in the temple and worship the gods and Buddhas every day do dirty and filthy things with ease.
The corpse of the Buddha Mother and her consort, a body destroyed in the struggle between the old and the new, was abandoned like a piece of rag on one moonlit night after another, and thrown indifferently into the gem-like lake behind the temple, splashing a slight ripple before returning to calm.
The holy lake in heaven, Galan.
It silently witnesses all the cruelty that occurs in this snowy land, all the greed and ugliness of human nature, and also accommodates countless unwilling and resentful souls.
In the alternation between sleep and wakefulness, Jiye could clearly feel the changes in this holy lake on the top of the snowy region.
It gradually develops a consciousness of its own.
So he also became "Him".
But He is not pure white, but a dark blue. In the daytime when the sun is shining, His shadow cannot be seen, and His movements can only be seen in the night when the stars and the moon are hidden.
That is an existence completely different from myself.
It is also beautiful.
It is also the appearance that everyone desires and yearns for the most.
The cold, clear water of the Holy Lake condensed into His smooth long hair, woven into His silky dress, and even melted into His eyes that were like sky gems...
One day hundreds of years ago, Jiye saw a little girl climb up the holy mountain, enter the holy temple to worship, and then come to the shore of the holy lake.
She was stunned by the beauty of the holy lake and knelt down devoutly.
She prayed to the holy lake, praying for everything to go smoothly, praying for her parents' health, and praying that this holy lake in the snowy land would be the most beautiful it could be on every day in the future.
Then, Galan spoke for the first time.
That was truly the most gentle and clear voice Jiye had ever heard in the world, and the gently rippling lake water served as a backdrop.
He said to the little girl, "Galan, my name is Galan..."
The little girl was so frightened that her face turned pale. She threw away the blue phlox she had picked from the foot of the mountain, cried, "The holy lake is speaking," and went down the mountain.
Soon, there was no trace.
So Jiye walked over and picked up the bunch of blue finches from the lakeside.
Galan spoke to Him for the first time: "She was making a wish for you. This bouquet of flowers was originally for you. She found the wrong person."
Silence is silence.
After a long time, he shook his head and said, "It's for you."
The bright blue delphinium looks like a bird spreading its wings ready to fly.
After he said that, he stood by the lake and handed the bunch of blue finches to Galan. However, he waited for a long time, and the lake was still silent, with no intention of taking it away.
So He stepped back and placed the blue phinium by the lake.
Night falls and the evening breeze blows gently.
The moon moves and the stars shift, and a night passes in the blink of an eye.
The next morning, the bunch of blue finches by the lake disappeared, and only the lake water with floating ice was still rippling gently.
Jiye thought, maybe the wind was too strong that night and blew away the small bouquet of flowers
A few years later, the little girl grew into a young woman.
Jiye and Galan saw her appearance among a group of new consorts who had come to the temple.
She also became a concubine.
The originally beautiful appearance gradually withered in the cold wind of the holy mountain.
Now that she has grown into a young girl, she has learned about many strange things in this world and is no longer afraid of the holy lake that spoke back then.
On every silent and deserted night, she would bring a bunch of blue delphiniums to the bank of the holy lake, curl up with her knees hugged, and pour out her heart to the endless waves of the lake.
But the Holy Lake never spoke again, and Galan never spoke again.
Day after day, time flies by.
Suddenly one day, the girl no longer appeared by the lake.
At dawn three days later, her lifeless and broken body was thrown into the lake by the monks of the temple. The cold, clear blue water filled her sad and tearful eyes, soaked her naked body, and flowed over her head with cloud-like hair, becoming the final tomb for her...
There was no more such a beautiful face in the temple;
There are no more blue delphiniums flapping their wings and ready to fly by the Holy Lake.
There is only increasingly chaotic fighting and increasingly thick blood...
In the past days, Jiye always wondered, is such a special person like himself and such a special person like Galan a god or a demon
Now I realize that this question is not important.
What’s important is that all mortals in this world and in this snowy land regard them as gods.
But what’s the use of gods
Silence comes from the most devout faith and the purest thoughts in one’s heart; while galan is born from one’s eternal desire and the most impure longing.
Good begins with evil, and people’s hearts have always been divided.
People in the world crave the protection of gods like them, believing that gods dominate everything and are extremely powerful, but they do not know that gods also crave the faith of people.
People can still survive in this world without gods.
Without humans, gods can only perish silently!
A bunch of small blue delphiniums lay in his palm, with the blue and purple petals fluttering in the wind, and Jiye could hear the voice coming from the depths of his heart.
Maybe it was His own voice, maybe it was Galan’s voice.
So she raised her fingers, and with a familiar yet unfamiliar gesture, she picked up a flower and smiled, gently placing this bunch of bright, swaying blue delphiniums in her hair beside her ear.
It is a kind of beauty shrouded in mist. You cannot see His face clearly with your eyes, but when you feel it with your heart, you will feel the beauty that goes straight to the depths of your heart...
At this moment, He is Jiya and also Galan.
At this moment, He is both good and evil.
At this moment, He is a god in everyone's eyes, and also the most ethereal dream in his own eyes.
Dharma King Baoyin, who was not far away, had already discovered the changes the moment the Holy Sacrifice Formation disappeared. At this moment, Qu Zhengfeng and others seemed to have guessed his thoughts and attacked him at the right moment!
Dakini Yangjin had been injured in the previous fight and her face was pale;
As a bounded and powerful being, Master Xuelang also showed signs of fatigue after resisting the fierce attack just now;
Even Qu Zhengfeng, who was holding the Yashan sword, had blood gushing out from between his fingers.
But they knew better than anyone that this was the most critical moment of the battle. So the snow-white conch fell from mid-air, the golden Brahma seal rose from the ground, and the dark gray Yashan sword let out the longest sword chant and swept across!
The ferocious black energy seemed to be boiling at this moment!
Before these three fierce attacks came, the original large mass of black gas suddenly split and divided into thousands of strands!
Like clouds, like water columns, like strings of beads!
There was an angry roar between heaven and earth!
In this critical moment, Dharma King Baoyin actually split his current body into tens of millions, which scattered and fled, turning into a black cloud that covered the sky and went straight towards Jiye above the ruins!
"boom!"
Three powerful attacks came almost at the same time, but also missed at the same time, and collided with each other in the void, and were annihilated wildly!
There was only that one black cloud in the sky.
The wind is howling and the danger is coming!
But what was there for Jiye to fear at this moment? He stared ahead, staring at the "Buddha King" who was no longer the Dharma King of the Buddha, staring at his body that should not belong to this world, and only thought of himself, Jiye and Galan's birth in this world.
They are absurd existences in this world that are almost paradoxical.
People in the world yearn for salvation and liberation, so they believe in gods; but gods cannot bring them salvation and liberation.
Maybe one can be saved, but not all.
People placed their vague and earnest hopes in gods that did not exist in the world. They created gods out of nowhere, but lost the power to save themselves.
Gods should not exist between heaven and earth!
Perhaps, the origin of desire is a beautiful mistake
In the ferocious black clouds that were sweeping over, He wore a bunch of blue finches on His head, letting His half-white, half-blue robe flutter. He finally smiled gently, as if lifting a heavy object with ease, and laid His palm down in an ordinary manner!