The Buddha is actually me

Chapter 438: Baiyun Holy Land, Boundless Buddhist Dharma

Yongzhou, above the clouds.

Zhang Jiuyang and his group rode on the clouds and headed towards Baiyun Temple.

As he flew, he looked at the scenery of Yongzhou below. Looking around, most of the place was Gobi Desert, with gullies crisscrossing the land, just like the loess plateau on Earth in his previous life.

Trees and water are very scarce in the barren land, which also leads to the fact that most villages and cities are located near water.

The closer he got to the west of Yongzhou, the hotter the weather seemed to be. It was completely different from Jizhou where it was already snowing. He even saw people below working under the scorching sun with their upper bodies bare.

Jizhou is suffering from bitter cold and Yongzhou is suffering from severe drought.

But no matter how difficult the environment is, there are always people on earth who are struggling to survive and are incredibly tenacious.

Zhang Jiuyang felt a little moved. He was now standing in the sky, riding the clouds and mist like an immortal, but once upon a time, he was also one of the common people.

With a thought, he cast the spell of praying for rain from the Yuding Palace, and casually summoned rain, which sprinkled on the world like silver threads.

Faintly, he seemed to hear people cheering.

Although the rain would soon dissipate and could not substantially change the drought situation in Yongzhou, when Zhang Jiuyang heard those happy laughters, he felt that it was meaningful.

If one Six Realms cannot be changed, what about ten Six Realms? What about a hundred Six Realms?
If the sixth realm doesn’t work, what about the seventh, eighth, or even ninth realm?

In addition to pursuing self-transcendence, immortals should perhaps also do something for the world that nurtured them.

At this moment, Zhang Jiuyang's desire to establish a sect and gather like-minded people became stronger.

Tongji was stunned for a moment at Zhang Jiuyang's behavior, and then he showed admiration in his eyes.

He was about to say something when his expression suddenly changed.

"clang!"

"clang!"

"clang!"

……

A distant bell sounded, clearly reaching everyone's ears.

Tongji's expression suddenly became very solemn, and he said in a deep voice: "No, this is the golden Buddha bell of my Baiyun Temple. It's not even the hour of You yet, why is it suddenly ringing?"

There is a saying that Baiyun Temple has morning bells and evening drums. Bells are rung at dawn and dusk every day, one symbolizing opening the mountain gate, and the other representing closing the mountain gate.

If the bell is rung outside of these two time periods, it usually means that something big has happened in the temple and the monks nearby need to go back immediately.

Zhang Jiuyang said without any nonsense, "In that case, let's hurry over!"

He bent his finger and a figure flew out from the treasure gourd on his waist, swelled against the wind, with a dazzling golden glow flowing all over its body. Although it had no wings, it could still fly with the wind.

It was the golden python.

This python has a trace of ancient blood and is a species born and raised naturally. In the world in the gourd, it also became the creator python god and was nourished by purple energy. Now it has shown some signs of reversion to its ancestral form.

It even developed a special ability.

Everyone stepped on the golden python's head that was as big as a hill. Then lightning and thunder flashed all around, and the wind howled. A crack appeared in the void, which was as black as ink, full of mystery and the unknown.

Then the golden python roared and drilled into the gap. In an instant, the gap closed automatically, the thunder and the strong wind disappeared, and everything returned to calm.

"Dad, look!"

On the ground, a little boy who liked to look up at the sky had a shocked look on his face and shouted loudly to his father who was working.

"what happened?"

"There is a dragon. I saw a dragon in the clouds just now. It was golden and really huge!"

The man raised his head and looked. At this moment, the wind had stopped and the rain had stopped. Apart from wisps of clouds in the sky, there was a dazzling sun.

"You idiot, you're talking nonsense again!"

"I'm not kidding, there is a dragon, whoever lies will die!!"

A moment later, a child's miserable cry was heard in the field.

……

On the mountain peak inside Baiyun Temple.

At this moment, the painting of "Five Hundred Arhats Conquering Demons" on the stone wall has been completely unrecognizable. The three-eyed Arhat's eyes have been gouged out, the long-eared Arhat has become deaf, the sleeping Arhat can never wake up again, and the wine god Arhat has had all the alcohol smell roasted away.

The five hundred arhats, who originally had various lifelike postures, have now all lost their charm and become dull and lifeless.

Tianzun moved his wrists lightly, as if he was just finishing a warm-up.

He looked at the mural again and sighed softly.

"Although it is fake, the painting master's brushwork makes it so real that it is almost indistinguishable from the real thing. It's a pity to waste such a famous painting."

Without staying for too long, he walked straight towards the mural.

Just as he was about to hit the stone wall, his figure flowed into the mural like water and disappeared.

In the painting “Five Hundred Arhats Conquering Demons”, a mysterious man in black robe suddenly appeared.

In the world of the painting, Tianzun looked around at the world, the mountains, the waters, the clouds, the birds, the flowers and the fish, which were no different from the reality.

Even with his divine eyes, he could not find any flaws, which shows the magic of the painting saint's skills.

It is truly a paradise on earth.

Tianzun looked in one direction, where there was a lake reflecting the distant mountains, and the scenery was very beautiful.

He walked to the lake, looked at his reflection in the water, and smiled faintly.

"There are a lot of hidden thoughts."

The next moment he stretched out his hand, and the distant mountain was actually moved by him, as if it was pushed by a giant and changed its direction.

In an instant, the reflection in the lake changed and merged with the mountain, forming the shape of a giant Buddha.

The Buddha picked up a flower and smiled, showing compassion.

Wow!

A portal suddenly appeared in the middle of the lake, filled with dim light. It was impossible to tell what was inside, but it seemed to have infinite attraction.

Tianzun walked on the green waves and approached the gate step by step.

Passing through that door is the real holy place of Baiyun Temple.

The so-called holy land has always been hidden in the painting and is equipped with mechanisms that require moving mountains to the right position before it can be opened. This is a secret that has been passed down in Baiyun Temple for thousands of years, but Tianzun knows it like the back of his hand.

But just as he was about to step through the door, something unexpected happened.

The stone Buddha suddenly lowered its giant hand and smashed it towards the Heavenly Venerable with its flower-picking finger. The Buddha’s light was bright and his magic power was boundless, as if the hand of god had descended from the sky to subdue the devil.

But when the Buddha's hand was about to fall on the head of Tianzun, it suddenly turned into petals, floating slowly in the air. With the sunset, the scenery was very beautiful.

“If you like picking flowers, then become a flower.” Tianzun slowly raised his eyes, looked at the figure standing solemnly above the Buddha’s head in the distance, and smiled slightly.

"Tonghui, I didn't expect you to notice it. You have made great progress over the years. You have practiced silent meditation for thirty-two years in order to achieve the sound of thunder and break through the seventh realm. Listen to my advice and don't waste your time here."

On the Buddha's head, Tonghui, with his flowing white beard, holds a nine-ring staff in his hand, his eight-treasure robe flutters in the wind, and there is a flash of anger in his eyes, but more of it is solemnity.

The holy land was opened, which alarmed him who was in seclusion. When he rushed over, the five hundred Arhats had all been killed or injured.

At that moment, even though he had achieved a clear mind and a calm heart, he couldn't help but become furious.

Although these five hundred arhats are noisy and often like to quarrel, many eminent monks of Baiyun Temple grew up under their care and guidance.

Over the thousands of years, the arhats in the murals have long regarded Baiyun Temple as their home, and generations of monks have also regarded them as elders and masters.

But he was also very clear that this mysterious man in front of him, who was completely unfathomable, was so powerful that he was probably the most powerful enemy Baiyun Temple had ever encountered.

Without any hesitation, seeing that the Heavenly Venerable was about to enter the gate, Tonghui suddenly shook the staff in his hand, inserted it into the stone, then flew up and sat upright on the staff.

Wow!

The nine-ring tin staff clanged, and an astonishing force spread out, shattering the still falling petals and blowing the robes of the Heavenly Venerable.

Boom!

The world in the painting suddenly became bright with Buddhist light, Sanskrit sounds were like thunder, and a vast sense of Zen rose into the sky. Behind Tonghui, a huge statue of Buddha appeared, as if it was about to speak.

Tianzun's steps paused slightly, and a ripple flashed in his eyes, as if his interest was aroused.

Silent meditation is a very special practice in Buddhism. Buddhism believes that the cycle of life and death of all living beings is due to the three karmas of body, speech and mind. If these three karmas are eliminated, one can quickly be liberated.

Among them, the practice of silent meditation is to reduce verbal karma.

The mouth is the gateway to the heart. When the mouth is closed, the heart is calm. When this place is quiet, everything is beautiful; when this mouth is closed, everything is beautiful; when this heart is calm, everything is lovely.

It may seem easy, but it requires constant practice, and you cannot even speak while sleeping. It is extremely difficult and only those with great perseverance and determination can succeed.

A Buddhist monk once said that if you don’t speak for twenty years, even Buddha will not be able to do anything to you in the future.

The longer you practice silent meditation, the fewer bad karma you will have. Your essence, energy and spirit will be hidden deep in the Danzhong acupoint in your chest, just like a dam that stores vast waves.

The moment he opened his mouth again, the dam collapsed instantly, and decades of accumulation burst out at this moment, which could shatter the golden bell, break the jade gate, and emit the sound of the yang, changing the world.

Tonghui has been practicing for thirty-two years, and the power he has accumulated is astonishing. At this moment, his power is suddenly broken, and the energy that bursts out even makes the world in the painting begin to shake and become shaky.

It seemed as if the whole world could not bear the weight of his words.

"Buddha! Dharma! Has! No! Boundaries!!!"

Boom!

As the words fell, the stone Buddha actually shed its stone body, stood up trembling, and an eternal golden light flowed all over its body.

He used his only remaining Buddha's hand to smash towards the Heavenly Venerable again. This time, the Buddha's hand grew bigger and bigger, almost covering the entire sky and spreading throughout the world in the painting.

There is no sun or moon in the sky, only Buddha's light.

Before the Buddha's hand arrived, the lake under the feet of the Heavenly Venerable had already begun to sink. The terrifying pressure almost split the lake in two. The entire earth sank slightly, and a huge palm print emerged.

The Buddha's teachings are boundless, and it is time to turn back.

If you don't turn back, you'll be beheaded.

Tianzun looked up at the despairing Buddha's hand, feeling the amazing and incredible Buddha's power, and couldn't help but sigh softly.

"What a great silent meditation! If you were allowed to use it to break through the realm, you might actually be able to enter the seventh realm. What a pity."

After thirty-two years of silent meditation, the first words he said when he opened his mouth almost reached the state of "words come true and the law follows effect". Unfortunately, he did not use his wisdom to break through the state, but forcibly raised his Buddha power to the peak, to fight him to the death.

This palm has the power of the seventh realm.

"It's a pity that even the Buddha, whose Dharma is boundless, died in the Time Inn."

As soon as he finished speaking, spots of decay and mold began to appear on the dazzling gold of the Buddha's hand, as if it had experienced the erosion of time and vicissitudes of life in an instant.

Every breath is a thousand years in a flash.

Just as the Buddha's hand was about to fall on Tianzun, the golden color had completely disappeared, replaced by mottled traces of time and a smell of decay.

With a crack, the Buddha's hand collapsed and turned into dust that floated in the air, just like the yellow sand in Yongzhou that never retreats all year round.

puff!
Abbot Tonghui suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood. His aura plummeted and he became extremely listless. Even his originally bright eyes became cloudy.

He looked at Tianzun in shock and murmured, "Confusing cause and effect... Who are you?"

The method of confusing cause and effect and the silent meditation are his two most proficient magical powers, but the irony is that the way the other party broke his 32 years of silent meditation was to mix up the cause and effect.

Moreover, the other party's attainments in this art can be said to have reached the pinnacle. He has practiced for a lifetime, but he cannot even catch up with him.

"who I am……"

Upon hearing this question, Tianzun's eyes were filled with ripples and he remained silent for a long time, as if he was recalling the long and unforgettable years in the past.

After a long while, he looked at Abbot Tonghui and said, "You have practiced Buddhism all your life, and you can be considered a great monk. If that's the case..."

He waved his sleeves, dispersing the clouds and mist surrounding him, revealing the black robe and the bronze mask underneath.

Then he stretched out his slender hand and slowly took off his mask.

When his face was completely exposed to the sunlight, Tonghui's pupils shook violently, even a hundred times more shocked than seeing his silent meditation being broken.

A great Buddhist monk had completely lost his concentration at this moment, as if struck by lightning. His body was shaking and even his voice was trembling.

"You, you, how could you possibly..."

"You...are still alive..."

Tianzun put on the mask again, then stretched out a hand and touched Tonghui's head. There seemed to be a deep emotion hidden in his calm voice.

"Of course I'm alive. I've always been alive."

"Those who want me dead are going to be disappointed."

……

In the void, the golden python shuttled like lightning.

This is the magical power of traveling through the void. Its bloodline is very extraordinary, and it can even involve the way of space and evolve into this magical power.

In terms of speed, it is even faster than Jiange's sword-controlling technique. Of course, it also consumes a lot of its mana, so it will not be used easily unless it is an emergency.

It only took a few breaths for the golden python to fly out from the dark void turbulence and return to the real world.

At this moment, they had already reached the sky above Baiyun Temple.

Thousands of miles away, arrived in an instant.

……

(End of this chapter)