Chapter 940

Spring gazes at the mountain eaves, stones warm and moss growing.

Hanging Temple and Fulong Temple are situated among the mountains, the surroundings like a natural emerald barrier.

During the Grain Rain season, tender buds drill out all over the mountains and plains, bamboo shoots push open the black mud, growing from the cracks in the stones, and the opened shoot shells are filled with clear dew.

The wingtips of swallows cut through the long sky, landing on the Buddha's hands and even on people's bodies, lifting their wings without fear, using their beaks to groom the feathers that have traveled through the forest and been dampened by the morning dew.

"Victorious Fighting—· Fighting—

Soft clouds present auspiciousness, overflowing with golden light.

Master Di Xian twisted his prayer beads, staring at the Ninth Golden Wheel in the Buddha's palm, ignoring the swallows on his shoulders, his lips buzzing, over and over again.

Behind him, several elder monks, whose Buddhist scholarship was clearly a notch lower, had dilated pupils and rapid breathing,

their expressions full of unconcealable shock.

This...

How could it be?

"Victorious Fighting?"

"Is this Victorious Fighting?"

"Why would it be Victorious Fighting?"

The thirty-five Buddhas constantly reside in all worlds of the ten directions.

The "Decision on Vinaya Sutra" states that those who have committed the five uninterrupted sins should repent with a sincere heart before the thirty-five Buddhas.

Victorious Fighting Buddha, overcoming troubles, realizing the truth, his body is blue, his hands hold armor against his chest, the merit of reciting his name can eliminate the sins created by arrogance in past lives—

That golden monkey born into the world is the Victorious Fighting Buddha.

In the past, when they recited sutras and texts, who were they paying respects to, who were they worshipping?

The Buddha invited into the Nirvana of No-Abiding is born from the power of sentient beings' vows, appearing in the form of sentient beings; how could there be such a huge discrepancy?

The bald monks looked at Liang Qu, their eyes even holding a trace of pleading, pleading to hear another name in their ears.

Monastics do not tell lies, but if it's a monkey Buddha, it should be fine, right?

"It is Victorious Fighting!" Liang Qu insisted.

It was just shaped with the help of the Hanging Temple's vow power; he was the one who truly "invited" the Buddha, and he had the final right of interpretation!

Was what he realized the Victorious Fighting from the Buddhist sutras?

The two had absolutely no connection; it was just an ape Buddha in the likeness of Wuzhiqi.

But Liang Qu wanted this position, wanted this name, wanted this majesty!

Anything else.

Absolutely not!

This Buddha position, he would sit in it!

The illusion shattered, the faces of several bald monks turned pale, their steps faltering, swaying.

Swallows flew past.

Ten thousand people worshipped the golden Buddha's palm, seeing that the Hanging Temple above was slow to announce the Buddha's name, and seeing some figures standing unsteadily, discussions gradually arose.

"All appearances are illusory. The Buddha says: 'My appearance is not an appearance, the appearance of people, the appearance of sentient beings, the appearance of life is not an appearance. Why? To depart from all appearances is called all Buddhas."

"'If a Bodhisattva has the appearance of self, the appearance of people, the appearance of sentient beings, the appearance of life, then they are not a Bodhisattva.'"

Or as the ancients said: "'All sentient beings no longer have the appearance of self, the appearance of people, the appearance of sentient beings, the appearance of life, no appearance of Dharma,"

"and also no appearance of non-Dharma.'"

A voice as steady as the great sea fell from the sky.

The old monk walked through the void, descending the steps from above the golden Buddha and below the Hanging Temple, reciting as he walked, the clear breeze brushing his face.

The pale color of the monks vanished, they stood steady, sat in the lotus position, silently twisted the beads in their hands, and sighed a Buddha's name.

"Amitabha, we were attached to appearances."

"Amitabha."

"Victorious Fighting, the Ninth Buddha of the Nirvana of No-Abiding—"

Liang Qu grinned and bared his teeth.

The old monk laughed heartily and walked to the side of the Buddha's palm.

"This Buddha is Victorious Fighting!"

Wow!

The name of the Ninth Buddha resounded for a hundred li, steady and powerful.

Not like crashing waves, not like terrifying surges, but like a trickling stream in the mountains, a gentle spring, flowing past everyone's ears. Among the lush dense forests, birds called and beasts poked their heads out.

The six desire heavens of Buddhism, the Nirvana of No-Abiding.

Starting today.

Five hundred Arhats.

Eighteen Bodhisattvas.

Nine Buddhas!

"The Ninth Buddha is Victorious Fighting, it is the Victorious Fighting Buddha!" Brother Li dropped his book, put his palms together and shouted, "Amitabha, Amitabha!"

Thousands of believers prostrated, lifting their hems, bowing down completely.

"Victorious Fighting Buddha!"

"Victorious Fighting Buddha!"

"Victorious Fighting Buddha!"

The fanatical sound waves layered and gathered, echoing among the mountains.

The rivers stirred with ripples, the emerald wheat fields shimmered slightly as if brushed by the wind.

The birds in the forest flew in a black tide, like whales leaping from the sea, flipping their tails and soaring, sweeping across the long sky.

At this moment, the vow power of sentient beings almost became reality!

Soul-stirring!

"Oh roar!"

The little Mirage Dragon circled the world, shaking into waves, and Awei also vibrated its wings, golden light flying all over the courtyard.

"Bad news, the little junior brother won't become a monk, will he?" Xu Zishuai looked worried.

"Boom!"

"Senior brother, why did you hit me?"

"You talk too much."

Clatter.

With eyes swollen and bleeding, and fur patchy, the scarred face wobbled out of the water, palms together, worshipping.

Tatta Kai stood with hands on hips, wobbling, and seeing Liang Qu in the Buddha's palm, threw away the fur between its claws, let go of the scarred face's neck, and also followed the crowd, shouting loudly.

"Ai wa ai wa!"

"Ai wa ai wa!"

"The Ninth Buddha—"

On the thousand-Buddha hand.

The still somewhat dazed sword-child Shan Ying was incredulous.

Before today, he had made many psychological preparations; one way or another, everyone's natal Buddha would have different levels, with the highest being the Great Sun Tathagata.

But you don't even have the Great Sun Tathagata, and you invite a Victorious Fighting Buddha out of thin air?

Arhats and Bodhisattvas cannot compare to Buddhas. This time the Hanging Temple opened the Nirvana of No-Abiding, not only not losing out, but making a huge profit, equivalent to adding a heavy foundation to Buddhism worth recording in history!

Future generations have one more choice!

Shan Ying could not describe it in words; only one sentence popped up in his heart.

Baron Xingyi of Great Shun, hearing the name is not as good as seeing the person.

He looked up.

"Little bald monk, is your Buddha so easy to invite?"

Buddha-son Huai Kong was neither annoyed nor angry, explaining earnestly: "An Luo Han of high virtue acts as a guide, using oneself as a mirror, pulling on the sincere vow power of hundreds of millions of believers over a hundred years, opening a forty-nine-day water-land Dharma assembly, with twelve high monks chanting day and night. Within three years, repeating three rounds, one might be invited in. It is truly not easy."

"So complicated, how did my senior brother invite it? I didn't see any water-land Dharma assembly." Yuan from Louguan Terrace asked.

"The senior uncle has Buddha-nature." Huai Kong bowed.

The other three:

"......."

Originally, several people were not quite sure if they had really passed the trial.

But first it was the Victorious Fighting Buddha, then it was the senior brother and senior uncle, so they were truly convinced.

Among the five, the only woman, Qu Zhaoxue, shook the silver bell on her hand, the crisp sound attracting everyone's attention.

Qu Zhaoxue bared her tiger teeth, revealing an unkind smile: "Little monk, you have lived in the Hanging Temple for over twenty years, doing morning lessons every day, reciting millions of volumes of sutras,

with a glass heart and diamond courage, born with ten appearances—is it you who has Buddha-nature, or Baron Xingyi who has Buddha-nature?"

"I have Buddha-nature."

Everyone was stunned, very surprised at the contrast in Huai Kong's words.

What was this feeling of being both humble and arrogant?

Yuan mocked mercilessly: "You have more Buddha-nature, then why don't you try inviting a Buddha into the Nirvana of No-Abiding?"

"I can't invite one."

"If you can't invite one, how can you have the nerve to say you have Buddha-nature?"

Huai Kong continued to explain patiently to the four.

"The senior uncle sees his nature and becomes a Buddha; I become a Buddha in this body. The senior uncle came because of karma; I came riding on vows."

"What kind of nonsense is that?"

The three were confused, only Yuan from Louguan Terrace understood a little.

Buddhism and Daoism are not separate families.

Qu Zhaoxue and the others immediately turned their heads, hoping to get a plain explanation from the Daoist child of Louguan Terrace.

Yuan pondered for a moment and said solemnly: "He is bullshitting."

"Oh~"

The three suddenly understood.

Huai Kong:

"Let's go!" Yuan stood up from the Buddha's hand. "Although I had expected to become a background board, when it came to it, I still felt a bit frustrated. There's no point in us staying up here. Let's go back and tell our elders about the effect of the Arhats' and Bodhisattvas' favor."

"..."

"By the way, why did you walk out from the position you entered?" Qu Zhaoxue asked. "Didn't you reach it? That shouldn't be right, should it?"

Today, the five were all the number one of the younger generation of the true traditions, known throughout the world. Although there were differences in levels, it shouldn't be a failure.

Yuan patted his butt.

"I reached it, I just didn't want it."

"..."

The three's pupils dilated.

Huai Kong said lightly: "Louguan Terrace also has rituals. The rituals conflicted, so benefactor Yuan just came to take a look."