The immortal is beside me

Chapter 106 (End of Buddhist Chapter) Burning all the Buddhas, there is no Pure Land in the world

"It is indeed a polluted inheritance."

In the air, Zhou Qing lowered his eyes slightly and looked at the golden Buddha under his feet.

The Buddha's relic in the pocket was vibrating, which meant that the core of the Buddhist heritage was here, but the existence of the core was somewhat abnormal.

That golden body was half of the sacred Buddha's spirit and half of the angry tyrant's. The two auras mixed together, blending in contradiction and conflicting in fusion.

One of them was undoubtedly the Pure Land inheritance of Buddhism, while the other seemed deep and mysterious, giving him a familiar yet strange feeling.

Familiarity comes from memory, and those people in Peach Blossom Land who had fought with him seemed to have a similar aura.

The strangeness comes from the present. Although this aura is similar to the people in the Peach Blossom Spring he met, the connotation is completely different. If the latter are separated water droplets, then the former is the ocean.

"Little monk, I have something to ask you."

The voice floated down, fell into the raging fire, and also fell into the ears of the only figure left in the fire.

With the previous blow, a huge hole appeared in the golden pure land, and it collapsed like an avalanche. Countless Buddhas on all sides were reduced to ashes, and only one existence remained in the huge golden space.

Venerable Shi Ming.

At this moment, the golden body of half Buddha, half demon was slowly raising its head from the flames. The Buddha side was covered with cracks, while the demon side was ferocious and bloodshot.

He looked at the flame-wrapped figure in the air, and suddenly he seemed to see the figure of the red-robed Taoist priest from a thousand years ago. That man had personally killed Kashyapa, and his name as a demon still remains in Buddhist scriptures.

Now, the devil in history has reappeared, but this time he did not fight for forty-nine days. Instead, he annihilated all the Buddhas and tore the entire Pure Land apart in the instant of face-to-face contact. The inheritance that embodied the true meaning of the Buddha was as fragile as porcelain in front of his flames.

Shi Ming had previously believed he was fully prepared, having thought of all the ways to deal with him. But the moment he made his move, he realized all his preparations had been for nothing.

He did have obsessions and they did carry causality, but that did not constitute his weakness—or rather, he simply did not have the opportunity to turn his obsession into a weakness.

In fact, Zhou Qing had not yet used his full strength at this time. He deliberately spared Shi Ming's life in order to find out the source of the evil.

"Where did you get the inheritance you hold?"

As the words fell, the Buddha on the ground seemed to be stunned. Facing the raging fire, his cracked golden body moved slowly, and fragments of light sprinkled on his cracked face.

"It comes from the aspirations of all living beings and from the Buddha's great wish to save all living beings!"

The words echoed in the half-broken pure land. Zhou Qing's eyes flashed slightly in the air. This answer made him realize that the Buddha in front of him could no longer say anything useful.

"Shakyamuni did indeed teach some good followers."

He shook his head slightly: "However, Buddhism does not understand what the aspirations of all living beings are."

The flames ignited again, lighting up the entire sky.

He did not intend to think about whether what the Buddha said in front of him was the original meaning or a distorted meaning. He just swept away those who were superior to him.

Blazing flames filled the air, spreading waves of heat, melting the golden pure land. Before the flames, the venerable, his half-shattered golden body, slowly stood up.

"Master Wuqing, you are truly a powerful being rarely seen in a thousand years."

He looked up and said, "But the Buddha has already entered the heavenly realm and is one with the heavens. Why do you think you are superior to the Buddha?"

As he spoke, a majestic Buddha light emanated from his body, and the remaining power of the Pure Land inheritance was unified into one, transforming into a giant Buddha standing tall and upright, with every move he made exuding immense power.

That was the true meaning from Sakyamuni and the foundation of Buddhism. He understood that ordinary struggle was useless, so he used the last resort of overdrawing his foundation.

Then, he saw the figure in the air lower his eyes.

"Because I have returned from heaven, and Shakyamuni has not," he said, "I can now destroy this lineage."

The surging Buddha light paused for a moment, and the golden Buddha seemed to be stunned on the spot. The next second, the blazing flames descended, engulfing everything.

At the Environmental Sanitation Bureau's inspection station, the specialist standing in front of the meter suddenly widened his eyes, watching the curve in front of him indicating the concentration of spiritual power plummeting, dropping from the top to zero within a few minutes.

At the same time, thousands of Buddhist temples within a radius of thousands of miles dimmed in an instant. People looked up from between the tall buildings and saw the golden clouds hovering in the sky dispersing and disappearing without a trace in a few moments.

Beneath that cloud lay seeds that had been brewing for millennia, enough to spark a second An Lushan Rebellion. But in just a few minutes, those seeds slumbered forever underground.

In the raging fire, Zhou Qing lowered his body, slowly floated to the ground, and walked forward.

In the light of the fire, the golden light on all sides had faded away, and only a palm-sized relic remained where the Venerable Shi Ming had originally stood, curled up in the fire and trembling unsteadily.

Streams of golden aura seeped out from it, transforming into an illusory monk. He was wearing a simple cloth robe and had Buddhist beads hanging around his neck. He looked as plain as a wandering monk in the countryside.

The entire Pure Land of Buddha Shakyamuni is built around the true meaning he left behind. Now that the Pure Land is about to perish, this trace of meaning also appears.

"Amitabha." The Buddha's phantom clasped its hands together and bowed slightly to Zhou Qing. "May I ask, benefactor, where is the fault in saving all living beings and educating the masses?"

To save all sentient beings is the original purpose of building the Pure Land and the answer that the Buddha sought.

Now that the Pure Land is broken, this answer is denied, which proves that the other party's will is above Buddhism.

"The so-called universal salvation is nothing but a hypocritical facade. Living beings do not need humans to save them, much less to teach them from a high position," Zhou Qing said. "It is not the Buddha who saves the world, but the world who saves the Buddha."

The golden light flickered, and the expression of the shadow in front of him seemed to change slightly.

"Is that so? That's why you can come back."

Cracks appeared on the phantom, and pieces of broken light crumbled along with the surrounding pure land. Before completely dissipating, he clasped his hands together and bowed slightly to the person in front of him.

"Thank you, benefactor, for saving the Buddha."

The flames flickered, the Buddha's shadow shattered, and the inheritance disappeared.

From then on, there was no pure land on earth.

A few days later, Cangtian Sect.

"The Buddhist tradition is destroyed?"

The voice echoed in the hall, and Song Lishan, the leader of the Huangshan Cangtian Sect, twitched his face: "How is this possible?"

The expressions of the various sect leaders around him were identical. Over the past few days, their spirits had been on a roller coaster of ups and downs.

At first, they were full of enthusiasm and held great hope to dance with the Buddha, with their swords pointing at the Buddha's relics. It seemed that they were only one step away from reviving the heritage and reappearing in the sky.

Then they heard the news that Buddhism was defeated in the discussion between immortals and Buddhas, and even several elders of the Cangtian Sect who were accompanying them were killed. The expectations that had been hanging high were shattered in an instant.

Before they could grieve for long, news came from the Buddhist community that the Pure Land had been successfully revived. Although they didn't know how it was done, it gave them a glimmer of hope.

Then, before they could send a message to the Buddhist sect to inquire about the situation, they heard the latest news that the Buddhist heritage was destroyed and the Buddhist sects in all directions would be silent for a hundred years.

The ups and downs of life were condensed into a few days, more thrilling than a roller coaster. These centuries-old elders were nearly devastated. How could a Hedao-level inheritance be destroyed? This was beyond their comprehension, beyond their imagination.

Who or what entity did this?

"Don't worry about the Buddhist sect." The leader of the Cangtian Sect in the capital said with a sullen face, "Think about it first, what should we do next?"

The powerful figure behind the scenes had severed the Buddhist tradition, a drastic measure that was bound to be irreconcilable with Buddhism. They had previously had a dispute with Buddhism, and if that powerful figure was inclined to implicate them, they would likely be implicated and eradicated.

The Lianxu inheritance has not yet revived, and facing an existence that can fight against the Buddha, they have no chance of survival.

Unless they can find another Hedao to rely on, but how many forces in this world are there that possess the Hedao heritage?

As if sensing their contemplation, the communication spirit stone beside the table suddenly vibrated, and as the spiritual light gathered, a figure was projected onto the surface of the spirit stone.

"Masters, how are you?"

A faint voice came from it, and the figure on the spirit stone wore a sheep bone mask and a fur coat, which seemed to be the attire of ancient nomadic people.

"We've received news that something seems to have happened to the Buddhist sect. It seems they can no longer fulfill your grand wish to reshape the heavens."

The Sheep Bone Envoy spoke in a leisurely tone, "In that case, will you no longer consider our previous proposal?"

There was silence at the table. Everyone who was originally talking fell silent, and their eyes, with different expressions, all fell on the spirit stone that showed the human figure.

They knew what force this man represented, a tribe from the grassland, the people of Changshengtian.

As early as several years ago, they had already begun to win over the major Central Plains sects in the four regions, and the Cangtian Sect was one of them.

Based on the idea of ​​difference between Chinese and barbarians, they did not accept the invitation at that time, especially after Buddhism extended an olive branch, the invitation from the grassland was thrown aside.

but now.
"Now that you know about Buddhism, do you still plan to enter the Central Plains?"

Song Lishan, the leader of the Huangshan Cangtian Sect, said in a deep voice, "The Buddhist heritage has been destroyed. This must have been the work of a powerful individual. That powerful individual is likely still within the Central Plains. If you, the grassland forces, want to take action, how can you circumvent him?"

"Bypass? Where the people of Changshengtian go, they never bypass, they only trample on."

The sheep bone messenger sneered, "To be able to destroy the Buddhist tradition, that great being certainly possesses some magical powers. But the 'universal salvation' that Shakyamuni possessed is nothing more than a figment of his imagination to unify everyone's thoughts."

"The authority held by Changshengtian is not as benevolent as that of Sakyamuni."

After these words were spoken, everyone fell silent. The Cang Tian Sect Masters stared at each other, their eyes filled with mixed emotions.

"That's fine. With history in mind, your hesitation is understandable."

The figure in the spirit stone laughed and said, "There is still some time before our next move. You can give it some more consideration. I hope that by then, you can make the right decision."

The spiritual light flowed, and the figure in the stone slowly faded. Before it was about to disappear, Song Lishan suddenly spoke.

"What do you mean by action?"

The flow of spiritual light stopped for a moment, and the figure carrying the sheep bones appeared again, and the eyes behind the mask seemed to be slightly narrowed.

"We need to go into the Central Plains to find someone."

"Find someone?"

The sheep bone messenger's voice deepened slightly. "That person's name is Shaowa—of course, that was her former name. Now the people of the Central Plains call her... the Divine Eagle."

"She was once a Khitan goddess and a Liao Dynasty messenger. Thousands of years ago, she was the most powerful being on the northern grasslands."

"As for now."

The messenger paused.

"Now she is a traitor to the grassland."

China, Yingzhou.

"Excuse me, Condor." Several specialists with the badge of the Environmental Sanitation Bureau knocked on the door and bowed slightly towards the inside.

The room was decorated like a presidential suite in a hotel, very refined. Next to the semi-circular window, a woman who looked to be in her prime was sitting in the corner.

She was wearing a leather fur coat and her outfit was very casual, but even so, it did not diminish the beauty of her face.

A famous scholar once compared people's appearances to paintings: some resemble sharp-edged prints, others simple, delicate ink paintings. If that were applied to her, she would undoubtedly resemble a gorgeous painting, with willow-shaped eyebrows like ink, eyes as deep as the abyss, and a beauty that exuded an exotic charm.

At this moment, she was sitting cross-legged on a cushion, wiping the longbow in her hand with her fingers. Against the wall beside her, there was a giant sword that was almost as tall as her. Judging from the spiritual power flowing on it, it was undoubtedly a top-grade spiritual weapon.

"Shenying, we are from the Equipment and Logistics Department of the Sanitation Bureau. We are here to pick up the weapons you handed over." The commissioner said.

Divine Eagle, this is the title of a strategic-level cultivator. Like Yuan Tiangang's "Heavenly Master", it represents the top cultivator in China's extraordinary system.

"Take it."

The woman known as the Divine Eagle waved her hand casually, and the giant sword leaning against the wall slowly floated up and flew lightly towards the man.

In her hand, the giant sword that was as tall as a person seemed like a sponge thrown casually, but when it fell, its weight almost knocked down several burly men with strong cultivation behind her.

Instruments are the hands and feet of a cultivator. Most cultivators treat their natal spiritual instruments as if they were their own flesh and blood, never leaving them unless absolutely necessary, and naturally personally maintaining them on a daily basis.

But contrary to her beautiful appearance, this "Divine Eagle" was quite a trouble-maker, leaving the daily maintenance of her spiritual weapon to the Environmental Sanitation Bureau. Due to her strategic status, the government had specially assigned a team of the most elite weapon repair personnel to serve her.

"How long will it take?"

"If it's just this sword, it will be done in a day."

The commissioner said, looking at the longbow in her hand: "Of course, if we add that bow..."

"No need for the bow." The woman shook her head. "I can take care of it myself."

As she spoke, her slender fingers stroked the bow. Unlike the casual and bold manner in which she had just held the sword, her movements now were gentle and careful, as if she were protecting a delicate flower.

As his fingers brushed past, a tiny light shone from the bow, and the somewhat dull longbow immediately became shiny.

At the end of the bow, there was a word the size of a fingernail engraved: Qing.

p.s. I will update more than 8k words today, so I will hurry up and finish writing this paragraph in one go.

Actually, in the original design, this battle would be more intense and longer, probably lasting seven or eight chapters, but halfway through I suddenly realized that something was wrong. This is an invincible article. If it was a fight based on ancient memories, it would be fine, but if the modern male protagonist can't kill people instantly, can he still be called invincible?

So I changed the outline overnight, removed all the battle scenes that were originally planned here, and it became the current version.

Because of this, the memories that were originally required to be explained during the battle between the two sides were brought forward. Some friends reported that the perspective switching in the first few chapters was a bit dizzying and the reading was a bit sluggish. This was indeed caused by the temporary change of the outline. I will find a way to revise the content of the first few chapters when I have time to improve the reading experience, and avoid similar problems in the future.

Despite the bumps and bruises, the stories of Buddhism and the Tang Dynasty have come to an end. The preliminary preparations have been completed, and a new stage of the plot will begin. Please support us.
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