In the far west of the Holy Spirit Realm, beyond the snow-capped mountains, across countless treacherous mountains, quicksand, lava, and poisonous water, a small patch of green is so eye-catching among the vast poisonous miasma.
Countless ferocious beasts and birds surrounded this green space less than a hundred miles in radius. They were gearing up, sticky saliva dripping from the corners of their mouths, and they kept making low roars. However, the sound of "dong-dong" wooden fish tapping came, and the evil spirits of these ferocious beasts and birds were gradually reduced, and their demeanor became much more relaxed.
Gradually, beasts and ferocious birds whose evil spirits have been wiped out slowly walk into the green space, swaying their bodies. They kowtowed step by step and slowly walked deep into the core of the green space. Their bodies were gradually enveloped in a faint Zen light. After they walked thirty or fifty miles, their bodies turned into a ball of golden Buddha light and dissipated.
The body disintegrated, and only a little bit of the true spirit chanted the Buddha's name and was incorporated into a golden lotus suspended in the middle of the green field.
A vast and boundless Buddhist kingdom can be faintly seen among the lotus flowers. Countless Buddhas, Bodhisattvas, Arhats, Vajras, and powerful men are smiling happily. They are sitting in their respective dojos and Zen forests, either giving lectures, Dharma, or discussing the supreme principles of heaven, earth, humans, gods, and ghosts.
Suddenly there was lightning and thunder in the Buddha's home, and blood rain fell from the sky. Buddha, Bodhisattva and other Buddhist great powers fell to their knees in panic, and worshiped the sky with tears streaming down their faces. Their golden bodies gradually dimmed, the tyrannical aura on their bodies gradually weakened, and they gradually became no different from mortals.
Under the lotus flowers, at the core of the green space, a young novice monk who looked to be only seven or eight years old with a shaved scalp stood quietly by a spring. The spring water with a radius of about ten feet is crystal clear, and it seems to be only more than three feet deep. But in this clear spring, a few sections of white lotus root are deeply rooted in the soft white sand, a few dark green stems are picked out from the water, and seven or eight large lotus leaves are clustered around a red lotus.
The little novice monk stood by the spring, holding a wooden fish and tapping it gently, constantly trying to transform the endless ferocious birds and beasts from the outside world into the Buddhist kingdom.
When the blood rain fell in the Buddhist kingdom, the little novice's body trembled slightly and tears fell from his eyes. He immediately grabbed the most eye-catching golden Bodhi seed from a string of Buddhist beads hanging on his wrist, and carefully placed it into the clear spring.
The bodhi seed begins to sprout when it falls into the water. When it hits the white sand at the bottom of the water, it begins to take root and grow rapidly. In just a few breaths, a lush bodhi tree grew out of the spring water.
The bodhi tree with its dancing branches and leaves swayed slightly, and accompanied by a faint fragrance, a monk with delicate features and a height of two feet quietly stood beside the little novice.
The young novice monk knelt down and worshiped: "Buddha."
The young monk raised his head, and the infinite lotus print flashed across his eyes. He sighed softly and said: "There is no Bodhi Buddha in the world, only the Taoist monk Subhuti... We have been together for countless years, but I didn't expect that it would be you who ruined my path in the end."
The little novice monk raised his head in shock and exclaimed: "The Buddha of Sadness and Joy?"
Subhuti sighed softly, and touched his head with his right hand, and long hair suddenly grew on his smooth scalp. He casually pulled up a Taoist bun and inserted a piece of Bodhi paper into the bun as a hairpin. Subhuti shook his body and the monk's robe turned into a gray Taoist robe.
He looked at the little novice who was kneeling on the ground, pointed his hand, and the little novice rolled on the spot and turned into a little Taoist boy wearing a gray Taoist robe.
"Okay, don't always be merciful and merciful from now on. Well, those old bull noses, what do they usually say? Immeasurable gods? Infinite longevity and blessings?" Subhuti smiled mockingly, raised his finger and pointed at the floating things in the air. The countless Buddhist masters inside the lotus sighed one after another and turned into golden light and escaped into the void.
Countless Buddhist monks in the Buddhist country have reincarnated one after another. These people are poor people who have been saved by Subhuti for countless years and died in various disasters and wars. After they entered reincarnation, traces of black-yellow aura fell from the sky and continued to merge into Subhuti's body.
As more and more true spirits reincarnated, a golden light of nine levels of merit gradually emerged behind Subhuti's head. He, who originally had a weak aura and was like a mortal, quickly recovered his cultivation with the power of merit. When the golden light of the Nine Layers of Merits was completely formed, three white qi rays on Subhuti's head shot up high. On each white qi, a jade-colored lotus flower slowly rotated, emitting thousands of miles of bright light to illuminate the void.
"Buddhism has the benefits of Buddhism, and Taoism has the wonderful realm of Taoism." Subhuti smiled calmly, and shook his broad sleeves coolly: "Buddhist Bodhi Buddha is dead, Taoist Subhuti... Well, from now on I will be Taoist Master. Subhuti, you can live a leisurely life."
Looking up at the sky, Subhuti's right hand was like a sword, and he gently waved it into the air. With a slight cracking sound, the last link between Subhuti and Bodhi Buddha was cut off by him. From then on, even if someone controls the way of heaven, they will not be able to find Subhuti's origins from countless heavenly secrets and fates.
"Everything in the past is all false, and everything in front of us..." Subhuti was sighing to himself, when the little Taoist boy beside him suddenly sighed: "Ancestor, everything in the past is all false. Is this the mantra of our monks?"
Subhuti slapped his forehead hard, laughed at himself, took the little Taoist boy's hand and walked towards the east step by step. He crossed the vast snow-capped mountains, turning a blind eye to those majestic and ancient temples, and turning a blind eye to those disciples who were kneeling on the ground and crying bitterly. He walked towards the east step by step, and finally came to the gate of heaven.
Standing far away, Subhuti bowed deeply to the heavenly generals who were guarding the Heavenly Gate: "Immeasurable Heavenly Lord, Subhuti, a poor Taoist, is a wandering cultivator in the wild clouds. He has heard about the reputation of Heavenly Court for a long time, so he came here to seek a position as an immortal. .”
Three lines of white energy rushed out from the top of his head, and Subhuti exuded his own magic power wave with all his strength - the realm of annihilation, which was only one step away from the realm of indestructibility. Then the golden bells in the heaven rang, jade chimes sounded, and many important officials of the heaven came out to welcome Subhuti.
The Taoist Master from the realm of annihilation came to seek refuge. This was the strongest indigenous monk that Heavenly Court had recruited over the years. Compared with Subhuti, among the Taoist monks from small families who came to seek refuge in the past, the most powerful ones were only the lower-level Taoist monks in the realm of annihilation of all dharma, not even comparable to Subhuti's toenails.
Three days later, Subhuti put on the fairy clothes and crown of the Immortal Court, hung up the Immortal Urn waist plate, left a ray of true spirit on the Immortal Book of the Immortal Palace, and officially became the leader of the Lei Department among the various tribes of the Immortal Court. Supervisory order Yin.
In the vast chaos, within the soul master formation, Taoist Kongmiao and King Sadness and Joy stood side by side, looking at Yin Xuege with cold eyes.
The golden body of the Bodhi Buddha is floating quietly next to the King of Sadness and Joy. Dozens of radiant relics are suppressed by his hand. Bits and pieces of pure Buddhist Zen power are being continuously absorbed into the body of the King of Sadness and Joy.
Even the golden body of Bodhi Buddha whose head was beheaded, the huge amount of essence and blood contained in it is being slowly pumped into the body by the King of Sadness and Joy, making his golden body become more powerful and majestic. His Buddhist practice, nourished by the Zen power contained in dozens of relics of the Bodhi Buddha, became more and more unfathomable.
Yin Xuege looked at Taoist Kongmiao with dumbfounded eyes. After a long time, he sighed: "Wonderful, wonderful, it seems that Daozu has been prepared for a long time? That great monk is too real-minded, and he really can't play with it. Dao Ancestor, you!"
Kongmiao Taoist Ancestor sighed lightly, looked at the Sadness and Joy Ming King standing next to him, and said calmly: "I don't want this either, but the opportunity of the road is tied by a thread, and this ray of life cannot be given to others."
Blinking his eyes, Yin Xuege nodded: "That makes sense. Fortunately, fortunately, I don't have the people around me who were ambushed by you, Dao Ancestor."
Daozu Kongmiao squinted his eyes and suddenly smiled: "How do you know that there is no secret hand planted by me beside you?"
Yin Xuuge shrugged his shoulders and said calmly: "If you can tell me my origin, I will believe that you have manipulated me. But I think, in fact, even if Dao Ancestor you left that Dao Palace in the Yuanlu world , in fact, you are not sure who I am, right?"
With a hiss, Daozu Kongmiao took a breath of air.
As Yin Xuege said, the Taoist palace left by Kongmiao Daozu in the Yuanlu world even left part of the materials taken from his own body, and also spent favors to obtain it from several other Taoist ancestors. Da Neng picked part of the branches from his body, and finally melted them into Shifang Chaodu and gave them to Yin Xuege.
But in fact, Daozu Kongmiao failed to see clearly the name and origin of the person who obtained his Dao Palace.
There is a thick layer of fog surrounding Yin Xuege, which makes it impossible for Kongmiao Daozu, who controls time and space and can distort the river of time at will, to see his true nature and estimate his past and future.
Seeing the troubled face of Daozu Kongmiao, Yin Xuege laughed happily: "Ha, you were right? I wasn't sure at first, and I was afraid that you really left some secrets around me, but now I see Come on, you can’t do it.”
Kongmiao Taoist Ancestor looked at Yin Xuege with a gloomy expression, and said in a low voice: "We can only rely on our own methods."
At this time, Yin Xuuge was unwilling to take action. He played with a ball of Yuanci Lei Gang, looked at King Sadness and Joy with a smile and said: "Great monk, can you tell me why you betrayed your old friend? It's your turn. In this state, you won’t have any control in other people’s hands, right?”
The Ming King of Sadness and Joy looked at Yin Xuege expressionlessly, without saying a word.
Daozu Kongmiao wanted to speak, but Yin Xuege cut him off: "Daozu, you have to be careful. No matter what means you use to force Sadhu Buddha to help you plot against Bodhi Buddha, he can do it to his old friend Let’s attack, why can’t I attack you?”
With a 'haha' smile, Yin Xuuge narrowed his eyes and said, "Are you really sure that you can trust him? Are you sure that he won't stab you when you are most critical?"
Dao Ancestor Kongmiao's expression changed slightly, King Ming's Sadness and Joy still looked sad and happy, with no expression at all on his face.
(End of chapter)