The Eastern Emperor of all Heavens did not wish to become a Buddha.

Chapter 47 Meng Qi: So you and I are the same!
"Is this the Buddha's sacred site, the Pure Land of Vulture Peak, that you spoke of, Master Fahai?"

After a while, Jiang Zhiwei and the others looked at the majestic, continuous mountain range in front of them and felt the vast energy contained within it, and couldn't help but speak.

Unexpectedly, these martial artists, who were only at the Enlightenment stage, were able to enter the legendary Buddha's sacred site, the Pure Land of Samsara, one day, giving them the feeling of stepping into the ancient mythological era.

Unfortunately, judging from the dilapidated state of the outside world, the demons' rampage across the land has not only affected ordinary living beings, but even this Buddhist sacred site, the Pure Land of Ling Mountain, has not been spared.

"Yes."

Zhong Xu snapped out of his reverie, nodded, looked at the distant mountains, and smiled, saying, "Let's go see what's left of this sacred mountain after the demons wreaked havoc on the land. Maybe we can find a few Buddhist artifacts left behind by the Buddha and Bodhisattvas."

The moment he finished speaking, he strode forward.

They come, the security!
Since he had already arrived at the sacred Buddhist land, Zhong Xu was also very curious about what he would encounter in this former Buddhist sanctuary.

After walking for a while, Zhong Xu noticed Meng Qi's hesitant gaze and a faint smile appeared in his eyes: "Junior brother, do you have any questions that you need me to answer?"

Meng Qi nodded subconsciously, but his expression faltered slightly after realizing the other person's form of address.

Then, he forced a smile: "Brother Fahai, you have keen insight. I was indeed a Buddhist disciple before, but I have now returned to secular life."

Meng Qi first emphasized that he was no longer a monk, then his expression became more serious: "Brother Fahai, may I ask what the name of the sword technique you used earlier is?"

"That swordsmanship just now!"

Zhong Xu's tone became a few degrees lower: "This sword technique is called 'Breaking the Precepts Sword,' and it was taught to me by my esteemed master, the Venerable Master Puzhi."

'Puzhi'

Meng Qi's heart skipped a beat, thinking of the Zen Master Yuanmeng and the Demon Lord he had encountered before. Could it be that Puzhi in the world of Zhuxian was also in this situation?

Thinking of this, he felt as if he had vaguely grasped something, and quickly said, "So, the small jade Buddha mark in your palm, Senior Brother, was also left by the Venerable Master Puzhi?"

The moment the words left his mouth, Meng Qi looked at the white-clad figure in front of him with a hint of nervousness.

He also had that small jade Buddha, and more than one.

When he transmigrated, he possessed an identical small jade Buddha, a gift from an unnamed old monk, which became the medium through which he entered the Six Paths of Reincarnation.

Later, he obtained an identical small jade Buddha in the cycle of reincarnation, which was left behind by an old monk after his death.

To Meng Qi's surprise, his senior brother Fahai had an identical small jade Buddha mark on his palm, and it was with this mark that he opened the gate to the Pure Land of Ling Mountain.

This gave him the feeling that after years of searching, he had finally touched upon the essence of the fog that had always shrouded him.

"Little Jade Buddha"

Zhong Xu suddenly turned his gaze, his eyes swirling with countless black and white star lines, making Meng Qi's heart tremble. He felt as if everything about him had been completely seen through, and he couldn't help but shrink back.

"That's right, it was left behind by my master, the Venerable Master Puzhi, when he passed away."

'Left behind at the time of death.'

These words echoed in Meng Qi's mind, and a monstrous wave surged in the sea of ​​his heart.

Isn't this the same as the origin of the small jade Buddha in his hand?

'Could it be that I guessed wrong before, and that the Fahai brother before me has nothing to do with Ananda, but that the one truly connected to Ananda is his master, Puzhi?'

'No, Senior Brother Fahai also obtained the Little Jade Buddha, and mastered the "Ananda's Breaking the Precepts Blade." He even cultivated a bizarre technique that combined Buddhism and demonism. He's the same as me.'

Thinking of this, a strange look appeared in Meng Qi's eyes.

No wonder I felt that Brother Fahai was very similar to me.

Just then, a leisurely voice rang in Meng Qi's ears:

"Junior brother, if I'm not mistaken, you should also be proficient in this sword technique, right?"

Upon hearing this, Meng Qi's heart skipped a beat, but after a moment of silence, he nodded: "That's right, the sword technique I practice is called 'Ananda Breaking the Precepts Sword,' which is very similar to the sword technique you use, senior brother. However, my mastery of this sword technique is far inferior to yours. I have only mastered the first few moves and have not mastered the most essential one, 'Adhering to Cause and Effect.'"

“Ananda.”

A slightly deep voice rang out, and Zhong Xu, a look of realization dawning on his face, chuckled softly, "I see!" *Buzz*

Upon hearing those four familiar words, Meng Qi instantly bristled, staring at the white-robed monk in front of him with a look of terror.

Noticing Meng Qi's actions, Zhong Xu's eyes revealed a smile, but his face showed a hint of doubt: "Junior brother, what's wrong with you?"

"Oh, it's nothing."

Seeing that the white-robed monk's eyes had not changed, Meng Qi breathed a slight sigh of relief, secretly lamenting that he had overreacted.

Then, he asked curiously, "Brother Fahai, have you thought of something?"

Shaking his head, Zhong Xu looked at Meng Qi with deep eyes and said in a solemn tone, "Junior brother, master the Dao of Cause and Effect as soon as possible. It is extremely important for your future growth."

After saying that, Zhong Xu stopped talking and continued walking forward.

The principle of cause and effect.

A thoughtful look appeared in Meng Qi's eyes. After a while, his gaze toward the white-robed monk in front of him changed, carrying a hint of sympathy.

Sensing the change in Meng Qi's expression, Zhong Xu vaguely guessed what he was thinking and couldn't help but feel speechless.

However, he didn't explain much, because he wasn't entirely clear about his true relationship with the demon Buddha Ananda.

Jiang Zhiwei and the others nearby listened to the conversation between the two and, recalling what Xiao Meng had told them about Ananda, had some vague guesses in their minds.

However, sensing the gravity of the matter, they all wisely refrained from speaking.

After walking for five or six miles, a large river that cuts across the mountains appeared before them. It was eight or nine miles wide, with rolling waves flowing towards an unknown place in the distance, as if time itself were flowing away.

Zhong Xu's eyes shone with a Buddhist light, and he saw a log bridge not far from the river, but it was broken in the middle.

Beside the wooden bridge stands a stele with three large characters inscribed on it.

"Lingyun Ferry!"

Seeing the broken log bridge, Jiang Zhiwei and the others frowned slightly: "Should we find a piece of wood to stand on, or just swim across?"

Zhong Xu shook his head: "Legend has it that Lingyun Ferry is the dividing line between the sacred Ling Mountain and the mortal world, and that wood and stone do not float on it."

While introducing the situation of Lingyun Ferry, Zhong Xu casually threw a piece of wood into the river.

The wood sank into the water as easily as metal or stone, without pausing for a moment, leaving Jiang Zhiwei and the others looking at each other in bewilderment.

Even the logs sank directly into the water, so they would probably experience the same thing if they entered the water. How were they supposed to cross the river?

It seems that apart from Zen Master Fahai, who can fly freely like a landscape painting, none of them could get there.

"Use it."

With a wave of his hand, Zhong Xu caused the plaque of the Great Thunder Temple to fall into the water.

"This plaque is the plaque of the legendary Buddha's sacred site, the Great Thunder Temple. It is not in the mortal world, so it can help us cross the river. We can split into two groups and cross the river separately."

As he spoke, Zhong Xu took the lead and appeared on the plaque.

The plaque swayed and undulated without changing its shape, yet showed no sign of sinking.

Seeing this, Meng Qi and Zhang Yuanshan exchanged glances, then jumped onto the plaque one after another, leaving Jiang Zhiwei and the others behind.

Then, Zhong Xu gently waved his sleeve, causing ripples on the water. The group stood on the plaque and headed towards the opposite bank.

Buzz

As soon as he left the shore, Zhong Xu was suddenly struck by a refreshing feeling that washed over him, as if countless impurities had been washed away from his body in an instant.

At the same time, his mind and body became extremely harmonious, and he felt a sense of agility and liveliness, as well as a closer connection to the outside world.

The spiritual cultivation of communion between heaven and man is rapidly stabilized, and the understanding of heaven and earth and nature is deepened.

(End of this chapter)