Chapter 940

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

The Hanging Temple and the Subduing Dragon Temple are nestled among the mountains, surrounded by what looks like a natural emerald barrier.

During the Grain Rain season, tender buds emerge all over the mountains and plains, bamboo shoots push open the black mud, growing from the crevices of rocks, the opened bamboo shells filled with clear dew.

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

"Victorious Fighting—·Victorious—

Soft clouds present auspiciousness, overflowing with golden light.

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

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

their expressions full of undisguised shock.

This.

How could it be?

"Victorious Fighting?"

"Is this Victorious Fighting?"

"Why would it be Victorious Fighting?"

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

The "Sutra of Deciding Vinaya" states that those who have committed the five uninterrupted sins should repent sincerely before the thirty-five Buddhas.

Victorious Fighting Buddha, overcoming troubles, realizing the truth, his body is blue, holding armor with both hands in front of his chest; the merit of reciting the Buddha's name can eliminate the sins created by arrogance in past lives—

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

What have they been reciting and chanting all these years, who have they been worshiping and bowing to?

The Buddha invited into the Nirvana of No-Abiding is born from the vows of sentient beings, 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 prayer, praying to hear another name in their ears.

Monks do not lie, but if it's a monkey Buddha, it should be fine, right?

"It is Victorious Fighting!" Liang Qu insisted.

It was only shaped with the help of the Hanging Temple's vows; 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 scriptures?

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

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

Anything else.

Absolutely not!

This Buddha seat, he would sit in it!

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

Swallows and sparrows flew past.

Thousands of people worshiped the golden Buddha's palm, seeing that the Hanging Temple above was slow to chant 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? Departing 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 he is 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 no appearance of non-Dharma.'"

A voice as steady as the vast ocean fell from the sky.

The old monk walked on emptiness, coming down the steps from above the golden Buddha and below the Hanging Temple, chanting as he walked, the clear breeze brushing his face.

The pale color of the monks vanished, they stood firm, sat in meditation, silently turned 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 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 miles, 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 forests, birds chirped and beasts poked their heads out.

The Six Desire Heavens of Buddhism, the Nirvana of No-Abiding.

Starting from 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 upon each other, echoing among the mountains.

The rivers stirred up waves, the lush 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 turning, sweeping across the long sky.

At this moment, the vows of sentient beings almost became tangible!

Heart-stirring!

"Oh roar!"

The little Mirage Dragon circled the world, shaking into waves, and Bai 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 Xu Zishuai looked worried.

"Boom!"

"Senior brother, why did you hit me?"

"Just because you talk too much."

Clatter.

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

Tattakai stood with hands on hips, swaying, 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 followed the crowd, shouting loudly.

"Ai wa ai wa!"

"Ai wa ai wa!"

"The Ninth Buddha—"

On the thousand-Buddha hand.

The still somewhat muddled Sword Child Shan Ying was incredulous.

Before today, he had made many psychological preparations; at most, everyone's natal Buddha level would vary, 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 opening of the Nirvana of No-Abiding by the Hanging Temple is not only not a loss, it is a huge profit, equivalent to adding a heavy foundation worthy of being recorded in history for Buddhism!

Future generations have one more choice!

Shan Ying could not describe it in words, and only one sentence popped into his mind.

The Baron Xingyi Earl of Great Shun, hearing of him is not as good as seeing him.

He looked up.

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

The Buddha-son Master Huai Kong was neither annoyed nor angry, explaining earnestly: "Arhats of high virtue act as guides, using themselves as mirrors, pulling on the sincere vows of hundreds of millions of believers over a hundred years, opening a forty-nine-day water and land Dharma assembly, with twelve high monks chanting day and night; within three years, after three rounds, one might be invited, which is extremely difficult."

"So complicated, how did my senior brother invite him? I haven't seen any water and land Dharma assembly." Yuan of the Louguan Terrace opened his mouth.

"Senior uncle has Buddha-nature." Master 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 the senior brother and senior uncle, so they were truly convinced.

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

Qu Qu Zhaoxue showed her tiger teeth and revealed a malicious smile: "Little monk, you have lived in the Hanging Temple for more than twenty years, doing morning lessons every day, reciting thousands of volumes of scriptures,"

"a heart of glaze and guts of diamond, ten natural appearances; is it you who has Buddha-nature, or the Baron Xingyi Earl who has Buddha-nature?"

"I have Buddha-nature."

Everyone was surprised by the contrast in Master Huai Kong's words.

What is 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 him."

"If you can't invite him, how can you be embarrassed to say you have Buddha-nature?"

Master Huai Kong still patiently explained to the four.

"Senior uncle sees his nature and becomes a Buddha; I become a Buddha in this body; senior uncle comes because of karma, I come by riding my vows."

"What kind of nonsense is that?"

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

Buddhism and Daoism do not separate.

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

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

"Oh~"

The three suddenly understood.

Master Huai Kong:

"Let's go!" Yuan stood up from the Buddha's hand. "Although I 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 separately and tell our elders about the effect of the Arhats' and Bodhisattvas' favor."

"..."

"By the way, how did you walk out from the place you went in?" Qu Qu Zhaoxue asked. "Didn't you reach it? That shouldn't be right, should it?"

Today, the five were the number one of the younger generation of the true traditions, all counted in the world, with different levels; but to say failure, it really shouldn't be.

Yuan patted his butt.

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

"..."

The three's pupils dilated.

Master Huai Kong said lightly: "The Louguan Terrace also has rituals; the rituals conflicted, so benefactor Yuan only came to watch."