Xingyue, is Xiaokai also considered Kai?

"No, no, the truth is not this."

Siddhartha shook his head. “No, this path leads to any goal. I have tried various paths, but they have all drifted further away from me. You have taught me a great deal, and I am very grateful.”

"Damp wood cannot burn."

"You're right."

The green-haired youth smiled slightly and answered in this way.

“But your experience in this monastery has given me a new direction.”

In the days that followed, Siddhartha and his six teachers began to practice asceticism in the grove, eating only one meal a day, consisting of plants and fruits that had fallen from the trees.

On the seemingly endless road of solitude, time moves slowly on.

Thus, as if in the blink of an eye, six years have passed.

“Austerity training won’t work.”

The stream in the monastic forest of Mount Tankasri shimmered under the mist, reflecting light behind the lush green leaves. The light danced, the water flowed, and the babbling brook rippled. In this scene, Siddhartha declined the invitations of his six teachers and turned to leave.

Although the six teachers have not verbally admitted defeat over the years, they all know in their hearts that Siddhartha has already subdued them.

Siddhartha chose to leave because during his recent ascetic practice, he endured hunger and pain, and accidentally fainted during one of his ascetic practices. He was fortunate enough to be offered milk by a shepherdess, which restored his mental and physical strength. He then realized that extreme asceticism could not lead to liberation, and that spiritual practice should take the middle path.

He then declined the invitations of the six teachers and decided to continue his enlightenment under the Bodhi tree in Bodh Gaya.

Watching Siddhartha's departing figure, who was determined to leave, the six teachers all wore bitter smiles.

"It is our honor to meet this Chakravartin who shares our thoughts in our lifetime."

"Yes, no wonder the teacher made us all come here."

"Let us smooth out the trampled soil, and let the earth, the sky, the universe, and all things rejoice in this choice."

So the six masters carefully smoothed out the trampled mud, which was completely different from the righteous immortals who smeared it on their foreheads.

Then--

The earthly realm—no, it's now the realm of desire.

The original three realms have been transformed into different worlds due to Siddhartha's choices. Although Siddhartha has not yet attained enlightenment, the world has already taken shape. When Siddhartha is fully enlightened, everything will go against Lyra's design and everything will be redesigned.

In Buddhism, the three realms are the Desire Realm, the Form Realm, and the Formless Realm.

The Desire Realm is a world dominated by material things and primarily focused on the pursuit of sensual pleasures, hence its name.

At this very moment, in the sixth heaven of the Desire Realm, the Paranirmitavasavartin Heaven, the beings in this heaven do not need to seek pleasure for themselves, but love to descend to the mortal world to play and transform, taking pleasure in the pleasures of others, hence the name "Paranimitavasavartin Heaven".

Gavia gazed at the first flower in the dark, otherworldly realm, which was the first demon, the leader of all demons.

The light reflected off the lush green leaves, as if in resistance, with only a corner containing blue water.

Of course, Gavia knew that it was Mara, the Buddha's enemy, who was about to be born.

Of course, it was also Kama himself, the god of love. Not long after Kavia and Siddhartha parted, Kama fell into a coma and his body gradually shrank into a ball of light and left. Following this ball of light, Kavia naturally arrived at the sixth heaven of the Desire Realm.

The reason for this is actually quite simple: Kama himself is Mara. From a later perspective, Kama, who hinders Shiva, and Mara, who obstructs Shakyamuni, are defined as beings who 'hinder practitioners'. Perhaps it can be said that Kama/Mara are gods who simultaneously embody both the good and evil aspects of the concept of love.

However, in the present moment, Mara was born to prevent Siddhartha from causing unforeseen consequences for Lyra. He is a powerful being with a high degree of divine and demonic nature, and is also the 'beast' that is rapidly transforming into the greatest calamity for humanity.

Normally, the ratio of Kama to Mara is 6:4. If the ratio is significantly biased towards Mara, this body will awaken into Beast. This is the current situation. The origin is probably the power of Asura that was obtained in the underworld.

At this moment, Kama is the son of Krishna, the son of Gavia and Mosini, the one who bears the wrath of Shiva, and the offspring of Brahma. In other words, Krishna's cosmic aspect plus Shiva's wrath that can burn the universe, along with the concept of growth, causes Mara, who is inclined towards evil and Asura, to also gain equal power.

She became the source of the calamity of the 'overflow of love and desire in the universe,' thus qualifying her to become the larva of a beast that would destroy humanity, which is why she was transformed so quickly.

Of course, the Indian 'lira' chose her not only because she was qualified, but also because she had a deep relationship with Kavia and Kavia herself was the best choice to prevent Siddhartha's enlightenment... After all, Siddhartha, under Kavia's guidance, had never married or had children.

"No, no."

Gavia gazed at the demon king who had emerged from the darkness of the sixth day and spoke softly, though it was unclear whether she was speaking to Moro or something else.

"An existence that blends the elements of the goddess of love and the demon of heaven is an extremely powerful being of high status, possessing unparalleled power. Both deeply love humanity, but this makes it impossible for them to save the world."

Mara was born to save the world, but this salvation meant restoring the world to its original state and preventing Siddhartha from attaining enlightenment.

"Human rejection is inevitable. It's absurd from the start for someone who is not human, who cannot understand human existence, to want to save the world."

Having existed somewhere for an unknown amount of time, the dark and deep blue colors on the flame-like flower gradually faded. It was there, silently waiting for its moment.

Gradually, the flower bud turned into petals, enveloping the human figure's body. Soon, even the petals were slowly pushed aside, and from the center of the petals, the tiny flower revealed its true form. Its dark and murky blue color merged with the human figure, transforming into a demon, stretching out its body.

"I will grant all mankind infinite depravity. I will grant all mankind eternal satisfaction. And the universe will be filled with my love—"

Gavia stared at Moro, whose smile seemed to have completely transformed his personality, and remained silent, lost in thought.

"Oh my, isn't this my divine guide, my child, my father, Gavia? You actually managed to find this place, amazing!"

"You were chosen by fate to come to this long-closed place. You are the only one who can possess the love of the universe..."

The girl with a stunning figure spoke in a voice as clear as a nightingale's song, spreading her arms as she spoke.

"If I don't conquer you, the Himalayas will be loved by the world. So I must conquer you first, and fill you with my love, so that the world can be filled with love."

"..."

Gavia was speechless.

The leader of the demons seemed to take his silence as acquiescence; her cheeks flushed, and she said excitedly:

"In that case, let's get started."

"No."

"Really? It won't work then. Well, let's start here... uh, eh?"

Moro blinked, stunned.

"Huh... did I hear that right? You were just about to be conquered by me, weren't you? You're not mistaken, are you?"

"No."

"why!"

"Why don't you put on some clothes first?"

"No! No, please don't..."

"If you are safe and sound, then I can leave."

Without continuing to watch the unreasonable Mara, Gavia turned to look at the distant Bodh Gaya.

"Hey? Wait, where are you going? That's where I'm supposed to be, don't go there—"

"Have you forgotten? I have a name that only you know."

Gavia turned to look at Moro and smiled gently.

"Besides, I am still the proxy of the God of Love, aren't I? You should just be a true demon king. After all, Moro, you have never experienced the sorrows of joy and sorrow, nor have you experienced birth, aging, sickness, and death. How can you see the true nature of humanity? Let me go, that's enough."

Kama himself is Mara, and Eros is a demon. While Kavia's love for humanity differs from Eros's, it is remarkably similar. Therefore, Kavia, who once represented Eros, possesses a cosmic form, carries Shiva's wrath, and, given his deep connection with Kama, can also become a representative demon.

Under the Bodhi tree, auspicious grass was laid out, and Siddhartha Gautama, seated in the lotus position, was undergoing his final enlightenment.

Then, in an instant, the surroundings turned into a thick, blood-red mist, enveloping Siddhartha like a sea of ​​blood. Suddenly, a strong wind swept in, and his silver-white hair danced in the sea of ​​blood, while the fresh fragrance of new green lingered around his body.

Sensing this change, the green-haired youth slowly opened his eyes:

"It's been a long time, teacher, the teacher of six masters, the teacher of enlightenment."

Memories are as beautiful as gold, and that's precisely why I've come here.

Using the conceptualization of Gavia as the leader of the Heavenly Demons, he narrowed his eyes and a smile appeared on his lips.

"The seven emotions and six desires, pride, anger, vanity, greed, and illusions—all belong to me."

"Om Man, the Lord of the Free Gods."

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Chapter 340 The Awakener.

"The Lord of the Free God... Mara."

Siddhartha repeated the phrase softly.

The teacher before me is the teacher of the Six Teachers, namely Mara. Although I was somewhat surprised, it was not an unacceptable fact.

Just like people facing the loess soil and being scorched by the blazing sun, in fact, people have done nothing wrong, yet they have become victims. They all have things they want to protect, various memories, and expectations for the future.

The teacher is the same at this moment; otherwise, why would there be dust sparkling like that night in this seemingly blood-red and ugly crimson fog?

The surrounding crimson mist looked so new. Due to the density of the mist, Siddhartha's eyes were somewhat unable to open, but everything within the crimson mist was shining.

It was as if we were always looking forward to it, with the clear blue sky and the reddish-brown horizon stretching endlessly to the end.

A chilly wind swept down from the mountaintop, and the clouds drifted across the sky. Smoke rose from the dilapidated thatched huts, carrying the smell of poorly cooked food. The heat accumulated throughout the day slowly melted into the long skirt of the sunset, singing a hymn of praise. This is how many people relax after a busy day.

Then, Siddhartha, whose mind was no longer filled with doubt and confusion, said to Kavia, who called himself Mara:

"Thoughts have an end; I will enter the realm of immortality."

"You can't go in now. Your cultivation has reached its limit and you can't surpass it."

“You cannot bind me; you will be banished, Mara.”

"Yeah."

Gavia laughed. "Arrogance, anger, vanity, greed, and illusion are all my weapons. How will you deal with me?"

"No, fighting these things will only drag me deeper into the illusory cycle of reincarnation. I will be freed from the cycle of karma."

Siddhartha paused, then continued calmly.

"No desire can touch me, no illusion can confine me, no love can bind me, no anger can entangle me."

"Lust, pleasure, and greed are all my children."

In the Buddhist system, Mara always tries to hinder practitioners from cultivating the path through methods such as temptation and coercion. When Siddhartha was about to attain enlightenment, he sent three daughters of the demons of lust, pleasure, and greed to flatter him, intending to influence Siddhartha's enlightenment, but of course, they failed.

However, at this moment, due to the connection of various concepts, Mara, the sixth demon king, and Mara, the lord of Paranirmitavasavartin, can be regarded as two equals, and Gavia did not think of using such a method, but rather another way.

Therefore, he looked at the serene Siddhartha and said:

Even if you attain enlightenment and learn the true Dharma, allowing the world to see through the light, there will still be a day when you pass away. What will you do then?

"The true law cannot be destroyed by any force."

"The light will endure forever, and darkness will not disappear. Even now and in the future, not everyone will believe in you, but there are many who believe in me. After you pass away, fewer and fewer people will believe in you, and more and more people will believe in me."

"The true righteous law will illuminate all existence; it is a universal light that shines upon both the good and the evil."

“The sage has no fixed mind; he takes the mind of the people as his own. Mara also has no fixed mind; he takes the mind of the people as his own. In terms of conforming to human nature, you cannot compare to me. You are strict in your precepts and strongly emphasize the harm of greed, teaching people to stay away from greed, while I conform to the desires of the people and satisfy their desires.”

Gavia said, enunciating each word clearly.

"If sentient beings had no desires, where would Mara be?"

"I will leave behind written teachings."

Upon hearing this, the silver-haired youth gently shook his head:

“Words are inanimate; to educate the masses, someone needs to explain them.”

"I will leave behind treasures for the world."

“There should be new people to teach the world. Those who believe in me will come to you, and you will not refuse them.”

"will not."

Just then, Gavia raised the corners of his mouth in a provocative manner.

“When you pass away, during the Dharma-ending Age, I will have my disciples and grand-disciples infiltrate the treasures you left behind, wear your ascetic robes, and destroy your true Dharma. They will distort your scriptures and break your precepts to achieve goals that cannot be achieved by force.”

Siddhartha fell silent and silently shed tears.

A fiery red hue gradually enveloped Siddhartha's surroundings; it was a solemn and incomparably powerful force, with countless red flashes, like a meteor shower, falling from a crimson sky.

The light is as fine as raindrops, each drop carrying the heat to melt a planet.

However, at this very moment, in such a scene, not only was there a 'tyrannical' red light, but also a rain of flowers falling from the clouds, spreading a rich fragrance, making the Bodhi tree behind Siddhartha stand majestically, the warm sunlight revealing a benevolent face in the wind, the green mountains smiling, and the little river singing joyfully.

Birds brought fragrant branches, beasts gathered exotic fruits, and flowers were offered to Siddhartha.

Birds soar in the sky, beasts frolic on the ground, sentient and insentient beings alike celebrate good fortune.