Chapter 211: Giant Vehicle Buddhism, An Invitation to Gather the Sea [5k]

"Pedantic!"

"Let me ask you, are Buddhist scriptures the truth?"

Jinchanzi poured a heavy gulp of wine into his own mouth and said drunkenly.

"The scriptures of our Fomen were all spoken by virtuous predecessors of great merit; we of this generation can never hope to equal them, so how can we arbitrarily misinterpret them?"

Fahai argued.

"Let me ask you, if you blindly hold onto these scriptures, what kind of Buddha are you going to become?"

"Are those even your own Buddhist scriptures?"

Jinchanzi said with disdain.

"Look at Randeng Gu Fo, Medicine Master King Buddha, Dizang Wang Pusa... which Buddha or Bodhisattva does not have Buddhist scriptures unique to themselves?"

"Even Great Joy Buddha has his own scriptural meanings."

When Jinchanzi reached this point, he pushed away the young ladies beside him, stared fixedly at Fahai opposite him, and said: "You say I misinterpret the scriptures of Fomen?"

"Could it be that the current scriptures of Fomen have not been misinterpreted?"

"The Two Sages have not appeared in the world for who knows how many years! 'Amitabha' has already become a mere catchphrase~ Misinterpreting scriptures? If Rulai can do it, why can't I, Jinchanzi?"

"Senior brother, watch your words!"

Fahai said with a face full of terror.

Seeing his expression, Jinchanzi said with a face full of disappointment: "This is the gap between you and me!"

"As the saying goes, the green comes from the blue but is better than the blue. How do you know that my insights cannot surpass the current scriptures of Fomen?"

"Junior brother, you urge me to suddenly awaken. But I must urge you with one thing—"

"If you do not break Rulai, how can you see Rulai?"

This last sentence was not raised in tone by even the slightest bit.

It was plain and simple, casual and at ease.

Yet it revealed true wisdom, like a Lion's Roar, a sudden shout to awaken the mind.

Every word contained sacred clarity, washing away worries, slaughter, and negativity, naturally giving rise to compassion, bliss, and transcendence.

It was not a divine ability, yet it surpassed divine abilities.

For a moment, the various patrons in the pleasure house all attained some enlightenment.

Even Fang Longye was led by this to think of the principle of "the six classics annotate me, I annotate the six classics."

It was just that, for someone like Fahai who was an ultimate Rulai worshipper, following the rules had already become his Dao.

How could he be persuaded so easily? For a time, he was endlessly confused.

His brows locked tight, and his expression became ferocious.

Of course, the people present would not care about how Fahai felt. One by one, they woke up from their enlightenment and began to praise Jinchanzi.

"Good! The Master speaks wonderfully!"

"Master Jinchanzi truly lives up to his reputation!"

"Master Jinchanzi is truly..."

"Master Jinchanzi..."

For a time, the sound of flattery was incessant.

"Master Jinchanzi's realm is countless levels higher than this dull monk; his Dharma is exquisite and peerless, truly difficult to describe in words!"

A monk draped in a blood-colored monk's robe, his whole body reeking of blood-evil Aura, stroked the curved blade in his hand and shook his head while saying.

"If only everyone in Fomen were like Master Jinchanzi!"

A young man in green, his whole body permeated with evil energy, clapped his hands and sighed.

"I think this position of World Honored One of Fomen should be given to Master Jinchanzi to sit in!"

"Exactly, that old bald donkey Rulai should have abdicated and yielded the position long ago! What does he know about Dharma?"

Well!

Facts prove that no matter when, the praise you receive can never be one hundred percent well-intentioned.

In these praises, the intent to stir up trouble was not small at all.

For example—

That big monk who was shouting for Rulai to abdicate and yield the position.

Don't think that by hiding your Aura, others won't know you are a disciple of the Future Buddha.

With a fat head and big ears, robes open to reveal his belly, it was the complete attire of Mile Fo; who could he fool? Even Fang Longye could not help but join in the fun.

"The Master speaks well! As the saying goes, a disciple need not be inferior to the master, and a master need not be more virtuous than the disciple."

"I have heard that Fomen has the distinction of Great Vehicle and Small Vehicle; the Master's Dharma clearly has already transcended the framework of the two, rising more than a notch above them."

"I think the Master might as well open a new lineage and also taste the flavor of being honored as a founder."

"Then what would this lineage's Dharma be called?" someone in the crowd asked back.

Fang Longye felt a joy in his heart.

Heh~ there really is someone playing the straight man.

He immediately replied: "A man of such high virtue as the Master should naturally stand above them! I think it should be called Giant Vehicle Buddhism; both Great Vehicle and Small Vehicle are not as good as Giant Vehicle."

"That's good!" Someone immediately responded: "I don't know which fellow Daoist that is, truly a great talent! Giant Vehicle Buddhism is good; from now on, the Master will be the Sect Leader of Giant Vehicle Buddhism!"

"Indeed! Giant Vehicle Buddhism is good; it sounds more than a level higher than Great Vehicle or Small Vehicle~"

Everyone nodded in agreement, one after another praising the suggestion Fang Longye had put forward.

Above the high platform.

The interplay of flower shadows and water light, with mist and water seemingly approaching, made Jinchanzi's features appear somewhat blurred.

Jinchanzi had originally been bleary-eyed from drink, but after Fang Longye fanned the flames and joined in the excitement by bringing up the concept of "Giant Vehicle Buddhism,"

he was instantly jolted, recovering from his drunken state.

"Amitabha, had I known the kick of 'Drunken Life Dreaming Death' was this strong, I shouldn't have downed it in one gulp."

Jinchanzi could not help but feel regret in his heart.

He was not unaware of the principle that speaking too much leads to mistakes.

In the past, he had always offered advice to Fomen disciples only up to a certain point.

Who would have thought that because he had just wheedled a jar of Drunken Life Dreaming Death wine from Dizang Wang Pusa a while ago, he had been a bit greedy today and said a few too many words.

This "Drunken Life Dreaming Death" was no simple matter.

It was said to be crafted by the hands of Houtu Niangniang and was an Immortal Brew of the highest grade.

The jar he held in his hand was one he had obtained only after pestering Dizang Wang Pusa relentlessly.

Now it seemed it truly lived up to its reputation; its kick was indeed not small, and he still felt dizzy and lightheaded even now.

"Giant Vehicle Buddhism?" Jinchanzi cursed inwardly: "Which bastard is this, seeing that I, this monk, am living too carefree and happy, and is trying to roast me on a fire?"

Don't look at how he seemed to hold that old fogey Rulai in disdain just now. In reality, he still understood his own level.

To truly open up a Giant Vehicle Buddhism above the Small Vehicle and Great Vehicle, not to mention achieving Hunyuan, at the very least one would have to suppress Rulai.

He was currently only just standing at the threshold of the Daluo, not even having pushed open the gates of the Daluo, so what was he doing spouting off about Giant Vehicle Buddhism.

Drinking leads to trouble! He decided~

From today on, he would abstain from alcohol.

One thousand years!

"No, one thousand years is still too long. Let's make it one hundred years!"

Jinchanzi thought to himself.

"It just so happens that in a hundred years, I have a drinking contest with that fellow Dragon Subduing. I'll treat this as conserving my strength~"

Fang Longye naturally did not know that because the "private room" Yang Chan chose isolated the inside from the outside in terms of causality, it allowed him to escape the fate of being beaten to a pulp.

He was still hoping to find time in a moment to have a good exchange with this predecessor of Tang Xuanzang!

"Very well, today can be considered having had my fill of fun. Better to withdraw first!"

Seeing everyone at the scene clamoring for him to take office as the leader of the Giant Vehicle Buddhism, Jinchanzi shook his head secretly.

The time is not yet right!

My current strength is still not enough!

Just wait! Give me time, and I will surely surpass Rulai.

By then, hehehe~

As for now, those who understand the times are heroes.

Jinchanzi looked at Fahai, who was still lost in deep thought, shook his head, and stood up, intending to flee.

Yet he never expected a figure to recklessly throw themselves at him, hugging his thigh and refusing to let go! "Master! This disciple has attained enlightenment! Please, I beg you to accept me as your disciple~"

"Who are you? You want me to take you as a disciple?"

Jinchanzi maintained a smile, looking down at this "lump" at his feet.

To be honest, if not for the sake of his own image, he would have kicked this fellow away the moment they threw themselves at him! "Master! This disciple is a, a... servant here in Qunfang Yuan. I truly wish to sincerely take refuge under your seat!"

The newcomer was covered in snot and tears, smearing them all over the hem of Jinchanzi's monk's robe. It made Jinchanzi's brows knit tightly, his expression displeased.

This fellow hugged Jinchanzi, crying and begging for a while, then looked up with a "sincere" face: "Master, you wouldn't be looking down on this disciple's background, would you?"

"Didn't you say that all living beings are equal, regardless of whether they are wise or foolish, noble or lowly?"

"Ouch!"

"Hmph! Your scheming heart is not small~"

How could such petty thoughts escape Jinchanzi? He directly rewarded them with a flick to the forehead.

Afterward, he sized up the newcomer and reached out to calculate the Heavenly Secrets.

In the Treasure Pavilion.

Fang Longye looked at the "servant" who had seized the opportunity to pounce and try to become Jinchanzi's disciple, and could not help but let out a sound of surprise.

"What is it?" Yang Chan, who was beside him, heard Fang Longye's exclamation and could not help but turn to look at him.

Seeing his strange expression, she asked with a smile: "Could it be that Brother Fang knows this 'servant'?"

Fang Longye stared at the "servant" still hugging Jinchanzi's thigh, and said with a half-smile: "The Immortal is indeed clever. I do actually know this fellow~" This thick-skinned "servant" was actually the turtle demon he had captured when he first set out into the world.

He did not know how they had come to such a place to work as a pimp, but it was quite fitting for this turtle demon.

At first, he had wondered who was so bold as to dare to pester and entangle someone, demanding to worship Jinchanzi as a master.

If it was this fellow, he was not surprised at all~

After all, when he was at the North Sea Dragon Palace, he was only at the Yuan Immortal realm, yet he dared to peek at the Seventh Princess of the Golden Immortal realm bathing.

With such daring, it was no wonder~ It's just that~ it is truly easy to change mountains and rivers, but hard to change one's nature. This habit of playing petty tricks had not changed a bit even after reaching the True Immortal realm.

However, this fellow did have quite a bit of fortune, to still be alive and even promoted to a True Immortal.

Jinchanzi deduced the Heavenly Secrets for a while, lowered his eyes to look at the turtle demon still clinging to his monk's robe, and said: "I will not hide it from you, you and I do indeed have a master-disciple connection."

"It is just that there is one point: it does not manifest in this lifetime."

"But considering that you should have already had your soul enter the netherworld and be reincarnated when you were at the Yuan Immortal realm, regardless of the reason, it is rare that you were able to escape the constraints of your fate."

"I will give you one chance."

The turtle demon was overjoyed upon hearing this and said repeatedly: "Many thanks for your mercy, Master!"

Afterward, they prepared to perform the grand kowtow ceremony of three bows and nine knocks.

Jinchanzi reached out to stop him and said, "Don't be in such a hurry to call me Master. I said it was only an opportunity."

"Ahem—" Jinchanzi coughed once, pointed at a young lady in the venue dressed in revealing clothing, and said, "Do you see her?"

"My Fomen has always taken compassion as its foundation and made the salvation of the world its duty. As long as you can persuade her to distance herself from lewd pleasures and save her from the sea of bitterness, I will accept you as my disciple."

"Master, don't worry, dis—" The tortoise demon promised, but as he looked in the direction Jinchanzi was pointing, his eyes froze.

He was instantly dumbfounded.

He had been drifting in Qunfang Yuan for more than a day or two. He recognized that gorgeous woman still lying in the arms of another guest.

She was someone who cultivated the Joyous Dao!

In entertainment venues of the cultivation world like Qunfang Yuan, the young ladies inside were not all coerced or lured like in the secular world; many were there of their own volition.

Some sought wealth, while others did it for the sake of cultivation.

The young lady Jinchanzi pointed to belonged to the latter. To go and "save" her—wasn't that just a dog catching mice, meddling in other people's business?

Jinchanzi looked at the tortoise demon before him with great interest, preparing to see how he would act.

A monk does not tell lies. The tortoise demon before him truly had a karmic connection of master and disciple with him.

And it was not just a connection of one lifetime, but two.

Although the second segment was not clear, he could see the master-disciple connection of the first lifetime clearly.

If not for unknown reasons, this tortoise demon would have died while at the Yuan Immortal Realm and, after reincarnating,

at roughly this same time period, the two of them would have met in another form.

"It seems my disciple's life is full of twists and turns!" Jinchanzi thought to himself. "He has already taken me as his master, yet he can still have a second lifetime of master-disciple connection with me. I can only say he has met with a Calamity halfway again~"

"It seems when the time comes, I must find a way to help him avoid it."

After some deliberation, Jinchanzi looked at the tortoise demon and said, "Have you decided? How do you intend to persuade this female benefactor to leave the sea of bitterness?"

The voice was indifferent, yet it caused the young lady he pointed at to look displeased.

I am cultivating just fine; do I need a bald donkey like you to save me?

"Master," the tortoise demon raised his head and said with a sincere face, "this disciple cannot bring himself to do it."

"?"

Jinchanzi looked at the tortoise demon; what kind of talk was this?

The tortoise demon, with a sincere face and a tone of admiration, said, "This sister walks the path of using her physical body as an offering to propagate the Dharma and spread the Dao. By gaining true knowledge through practice, she is a female Bodhisattva who saves all living beings; why should I ruin her cultivation?"

Once these words were spoken, everyone present felt their scalps tingle.

Fang Longye, who was far away in the Treasure Pavilion, could not help but widen his eyes.

Good heavens~ He truly did not expect this tortoise demon to have such devious talent~ This ability to turn black into white was truly suited for the Fomen, where one can make lotus flowers bloom from their tongue!

Could it be because of that Lotus Seed of the Buddhist path that the tortoise demon had stolen and eaten earlier?

"Hahaha!"

"Good disciple~ You are worthy of being my, Jinchanzi's, good disciple! Well said!"

This Jinchanzi was not a normal person either.

It was clearly the tortoise demon knowing he could not complete the test and twisting the truth, yet this shamelessness made Jinchanzi beam with joy.

"Let's go! Master will take you to another place to formally accept you as my disciple."

The words had just fallen.

The eyes of everyone present blurred, and both Jinchanzi and the tortoise demon had vanished without a trace.

They disappeared into thin air, as if they had never appeared at all.

……

"They're gone! Brother Fang~"

Yang Chan dropped the Wine Cup in her hand and stretched.

Even though she was dressed in men's clothing, her figure's curves were still exceptionally alluring, causing Fang Longye to glance at her from the side.

"Not staying here a while longer?"

"The excitement is over, why stay here?"

She could not help but say with regret, "I had wanted to bring you and that monk Jinchanzi to meet privately!"

"As it turns out, I don't know what kind of madness took hold of this monk; he actually just casually accepted a disciple. The key is, he accepted a disciple and then just slipped away like that~"

I think you're just regretting that you lost some entertainment!

Fang Longye thought to himself.

However, who could say otherwise?

Thinking of that tortoise demon, Fang Longye could not help but sigh. He had wanted to see an old acquaintance! To see how this tortoise demon would react upon seeing him, this great benevolent person.

Now that his cultivation had reached the Golden Immortal Realm, looking back at this tortoise demon,

how could he not understand that this tortoise demon was likely the past life, or perhaps the life before that, of the monk Bianji?

Like Jinchanzi, although Fang Longye was only at the Golden Immortal Realm, he could see the past and future of this tortoise demon.

The difference was that although Fang Longye also encountered heavy mists blocking his view when looking at the second-lifetime master-disciple connection between this tortoise demon and Jinchanzi,

he was a transmigrator who understood history! Furthermore, the fate of this tortoise demon involved Jinchanzi himself.

Combining the two, Fang Longye managed to catch a glimpse of the Heavenly Secrets regarding the future that Jinchanzi, the person involved, could not see.

It was basically confirmed, the future identity of this tortoise demon.

"No wonder this tortoise demon is so dissolute~ As the predecessor of the monk Bianji, one can only say it is understandable."

Fang Longye muttered in his heart.

And at this moment.

Yang Chan, on the other hand, had already composed herself, tugged at Fang Longye's sleeve, and said, "What are you thinking about! Let's go, I'll take you to another good place."

"You aren't going to watch the excitement again, are you!"

"Relax! Don't worry, this place is of great benefit to cultivation!"

Yang Chan waved her hand with a radiant smile.

"Let's talk as we walk~"

Along the way, following Yang Chan's brief introduction, Fang Longye finally understood where she was taking him and what they were going to do—sea gathering~

The Rakshasa Sea Market is essentially established at the junction of the Nether Blood Sea and the East Sea of the Earth Immortal Realm.

Whether it is the Blood Sea or the East Sea, since they are seas, there are naturally tides that rise and fall.

And thus, the matter of sea gathering came to be.

Or rather, even if there weren't, as long as the organizers behind the Rakshasa Sea Market wanted it, they could make it happen.

Ordinary people in the secular world go sea gathering to obtain various seafood from the ocean.

And people at their level go sea gathering, naturally, to obtain treasures.

Where do the treasures come from? Naturally, they come from the Blood Sea.

The Nether Blood Sea is vast and boundless, yet it belongs to Minghe Jiaozu, so it naturally does not stay peacefully within the Nether Realm.

Since the creation of the world, the Nether Blood Sea has eroded countless Mount Ling and precious lands, and no one knows how many people and objects have fallen into the Blood Sea.

The good things were naturally picked out by Minghe Jiaozu, but there are also many things that the big shots do not care for, which settle in the Blood Sea, left for later generations to salvage.

Furthermore.

In recent years, with the Immortal Qin attacking the heavens and initiating the Myriad Heavens Era, although it has not yet reached its climax, various major forces are preparing for it.

The Asura clan is no exception.

Relying on the Blood Sea, they have eroded countless small and large worlds in the endless void.

Inside these small and large worlds, the good things were naturally carved up by others.

But the World Remains are naturally swallowed by the Blood Sea, equivalent to a kind of blind box left for future generations.

Originally, these were all exclusively enjoyed by the Asura clan.

But the organizers behind the Rakshasa Sea Market, in order to develop the Rakshasa Sea Market, created the Sea Gathering Secret Realm for various immortals and gods to gamble on their luck.

That's right, participating in sea gathering naturally costs money.

In Fang Longye's view, it was just like those coastal areas in his previous life that specifically opened up some beaches and charged tourists money to let them experience the fun of sea gathering.

The importance is in the participation! Otherwise, if it were really easy to obtain some treasure, the Asura clan wouldn't be so foolish as to share such a good thing.

Perhaps they have already filtered it several times, occasionally putting in a few good things as a gimmick.

This is very possible.

Fang Longye had a mind to warn her, but seeing Yang Chan's look of great interest, he could not say much more.

Besides, perhaps he was the one thinking wrong~ After all, Yang Chan is the regular, and he is only here for the first time.

"We're here!"

Yang Chan pointed to a pavilion of jade and turned to say to Fang Longye.

(End of this chapter)