Chapter 228: 【Since the future is seen, why not worship】

The strong throughout the ages almost don't believe in reincarnation, but Lin Xian does. He not only believes, but has long regarded himself as a Buddha!

Lin Xian feels that he has a past, having already flown to become an Immortal and live forever. Lin Xian feels that he has a future, destined to be eternal and immortal.

Past Lin Xian, hurry up and use your magical tools; future Lin Xian, hurry up and send some rare treasures to save yourself.

What reincarnation, what next life, I, Lin Mou, like this set the most!

When the herdsman asked him for his Dharma name incomparably respectfully, Lin Xian pointed one finger to the sky and one finger to the ground, solemn and dignified, making a great lion's roar: "I shall be a Buddha!"

In heaven and on earth, I alone am honored; I am the Buddha Ancestor, I am the Buddha Ancestor.

Don't go to Mount Sumeru to worship Buddha; there is a Lingshan in the heart.

The Western Desert land is different from other Western regions. The weak power of faith covers the mountains and rivers. Although small, it is true and operates according to some mysterious laws.

When Lin Xian shouted that great wish, in an instant, the faith Buddha power of the Western Desert heaven and earth surged, and milky white holy flowers bloomed, responding to it. The bell of the ancient temple in the distance rang melodiously, seemingly testing and verifying something.

"Dang!"

The ancient temple bell rang leisurely, which could purify people's souls, make people resonate in their hearts, could convert the world, and could also make people take refuge.

Amitabha Great Emperor was compassionate and wise, not killing a single person on the path of attaining the Dao, but converting countless people.

Some truly recognized Amitabha's philosophy and were willing to turn into Buddha sons of his orthodoxy, following him to cultivate, walking the Buddha Dao.

Others valued Amitabha Great Emperor's strength, just like the followers of other Great Emperors, wanting to become the divine generals and protectors under his seat, walking the Emperor Path.

For such speculators, Amitabha was compassionate and didn't refuse, but instead opened the door wide, "The sea accepts all rivers, and it is great."

Because the environment affects people, living in the Western Desert Buddha Land, reciting Amitabha, naturally becomes a part of the cycle of thought power. Over time, unconsciously, one will be purified and directly "kindly fallen."

Those who eat meat are brave and fierce; those who eat grain are wise and die young; those who eat Qi are divine and live long; those who eat nothing do not die and are divine.

Living in the Pure Land, one naturally becomes a Buddha; the heart generates Bodhi, and one sees compassion.

The herdsmen on the plateau saw all kinds of visions. Although they didn't understand, they were greatly shocked. The Western Desert is different from the other four domains; cultivators are high above and almost isolated from the mortal world.

On this land, the power of faith is the mainstream. Arhats, Bodhisattvas, and Ancient Buddhas walk in the mortal world, manifesting from time to time, saving the suffering. Maybe in a certain broken temple, there sits an ancient Buddha.

"Dare to ask the Buddha's holy name, where does it come from, where is it going?" The herdsman didn't question, but worshipped piously, only thinking that Lin Xian was a god/Buddha walking in the red dust. There was the power of faith condensing, silk by silk, coming from mortals, but incomparably pure.

No matter how weak the power is, once there are hundreds, thousands, or even billions, quantity changes into quality, and there will be supreme majestic power.

Lin Xian knew Amitabha Great Emperor's true meaning. Forcibly seizing the power of faith that induces living beings to worship, it will collapse at a touch, the cause and effect are not finished, and it is easy to be dissolved by others.

Only faith that fulfills each other, with giving and taking, living beings believe in the Buddha and send thought power, and the Buddha nourishes living beings and feeds back, can a balance be achieved and pure thought power be obtained.

This is the mystery of how to crack the "poison in the incense." If one only strips away and grazes living beings, one will inevitably be disturbed by the miscellaneous thoughts of living beings.

If one wants to forge a sixteen-foot golden body, one needs to ignite the karma fire first, repay all cause and effect, and only then can one obtain great freedom and generate wonderful existence from emptiness.

Lin Xian didn't take away the herdsman's faith, but instead turned it into pure Buddha power and fed it back. In an instant, the herdsman was cured of all diseases, full of spirit, pleasantly surprised, and worshipped again.

This faith did not contain any miscellaneous thoughts, but was pure blessing and joy.

Thought power added to the body, becoming a Buddha on the spot!

Lin Xian stared at the changes in the Western Desert, perceiving the rules left by Amitabha Great Emperor, and a great enlightenment suddenly arose in his heart.

All living beings can become Buddhas, no need to hide. On this land of the Western Desert, one must declare one's existence.

If one can get the recognition of the Sarira and the Demon-Subduing Pestle.

That is the only true Buddha!

"Good, good, may I attain Bodhi in the next life, my body like lapis lazuli, clear inside and out, pure without flaws; light is vast, merit is majestic, the body is well-settled, and the flame net is more magnificent than the sun and moon."

Lin Xian's thoughts turned, no longer covering up. He pinched the Buddha seal, with the Star Spirit Pot on his head, and a layer of weekly star power spread down, like a gauze covering the surroundings, becoming more and more solemn and dignified, his voice like thunder: "The poor monk's secular name is Messiah, Dharma name Maitreya!"

"Coming from the past, going to the future, wanting to open the Immortal Buddha Dao, laying down the Dragon Flower Dharma Assembly, wanting to practice the way of saving the world, there is a Six Paths Reincarnation Heavenly Art, which can solve the doubts of all living beings."

As he spoke, Lin Xian recited a few lines of scriptures about reincarnation in the Six Paths Reincarnation Heavenly Art. Visions appeared around his body—all kinds of heavens and reincarnation, all kinds of living beings, actually all in it.

The power of reincarnation stirred the vast sea of faith Buddha power in the Western Desert. In an instant, heaven and earth shook. It was not just the temple here; even the Mount Sumeru high above set off a few waves.

At the top of Mount Sumeru, a golden holy ape holding an immortal iron rod looked into the distance, a trace of surprise appearing in his eyes, and he muttered, "Amitabha?"

The Demon-Subduing Pestle flew up, revealing ten thousand zhang of purple clouds, flowing with auspicious aura, but it didn't descend Mount Sumeru, seemingly hesitating about something.

The Great Lei Yinsi could maintain restraint, but the Alan Gumiao was incomparably shocked. One by one, the solemn old monks opened their eyes and looked at Lin Xian's direction together.

"Is it a Buddha son, or a Heavenly Demon King?"

A white-haired, white-browed old monk pondered for a moment and ordered a protector in the temple to invite the person. This was an ancient demon at the Great Perfection of the Second Layer of the Immortal Platform realm, almost slashing the Dao, invincible in the world, comparable to a Holy Lord, but was converted by Buddhism.

The Buddhist protector invited him. Lin Xian's expression was calm, just smiling: "It is easy for me to go, but you need to pave the refined essence with Immortal Gold to be able to enter the Alan Gumiao."

The ancient demon was stunned. Paving with Immortal Gold—what a big face. Do you think you are Amitabha Great Emperor?

"You just go back." Lin Xian said indifferently.

The ancient demon bowed and returned to the Alan Gumiao. In front of the ancient temple, there were many people burning incense, worshipping seriously, smoke curling, full of Buddha nature, permeating this ancient land.

If there is someone with deep Buddha nature, staring at the ancient temple, they will see a golden Buddha.

In the Western Desert, hundreds of millions of living beings recite the Buddha's name, the power of thought is endless, and Amitabha is everywhere. His Sarira operates this rule and can manifest at any time.

Living beings recite Amitabha, casting his immortal body, and he bestows Buddha power on everyone, making the Buddha followers more pious. This is a cycle.

If Buddhist disciples recite Amitabha, they can obtain blessings, and they also have induction.

"Immortal Gold everywhere!"

One of the old monks with a relatively explosive temper opened his eyes and shouted: "Just a Buddha son, really treating yourself as a Great Emperor?!"

"You go and ask him, why does he treat himself as a Buddha, and does he still have a heart of respect for the ancestors."

The ancient demon protector sighed in his heart and acted as a servant again, making a round trip.

This time, he brought back eight words, and some scriptures, which moved many old monks.

"If you don't forget, there will be an echo."

And there were some scriptures that were too ancient, pointing directly to the root of Buddhism, tracing back to the past when the Six Paths Reincarnation Immortal King and the Immortal Monk King discussed the Dao, opened up the nine heavens and ten earths orthodoxy, and evolved reincarnation.

"This is the true Ancestral Scripture!!!"

Some old monks breathed somewhat heavily: "If you don't forget, there will surely be an echo..."

"If you don't forget, there will surely be an echo. All living beings can become Buddhas; why am I not a Buddha?"

Lin Xian walked to the front of the Alan Gumiao. Although there was no Immortal Gold paving the ground, there were a few bricks cast from purple gold divine iron gathered into a small path.

This material is incomparably precious; it is the material for refining Amitabha Great Emperor's Imperial Weapon, the Purple Gold Demon-Subduing Pestle. Its remaining scraps were used to refine the Longevity Lock and the River-Crossing Buddha Bridge.

There were also some scraps that were not cast, and only a few major holy temples and ancient monasteries still had stock, but now they were taken out.

The little novices of the Alan Gumiao lay on the wall, looking at this scene, stunned, and muttered: "Who is that green-clothed little novice? He looks like us, just a novice."

A little novice in green clothes stepped on the divine iron and came. His whole body flowed with star power, like a dream. The divine monks of the Alan Gumiao stood on both sides and recited together: "Amitabha."

Immediately after, every step Lin Xian took, a divine monk walked out to ask and answer.

"What is Buddha?"

"Buddha is the awakened one."

"Can Buddha have good and evil?"

"The awakened one is transcendent, without good or evil."

"Amitabha is compassionate; how can it be fake?"

"Seeing the Bodhi heart with compassion is the way to attain supreme correct enlightenment."

"Dare to ask about the Bodhi heart?!"

"..."

Lin Xian pondered for a moment, looked around, and said loudly: "May the human world become a Pure Land, may the Immortal Domain open in a dream, may everyone be like a dragon and attain longevity, and may all living beings become Buddhas."

The monks gasped. What a big mouth; did he eat cilantro?

Even Amitabha Great Emperor only claimed to "fly with the whole sect," wanting to take the Buddha followers to ascend together.

Evolving an Immortal Domain Pure Land in the human world, everyone like a dragon—this kind of Dao, which "point-maker" thought of it.

"The poor monk predicts that in two hundred years, there will be a world-destroying tribulation, the Western Desert will turn into ruins, wanting to be a savior, to redeem all living beings, all cause and effect karma, all added to my body."

Lin Xian was bathed in Buddha light, truly like a future Buddha descending to the world, reciting his own true name: "Flowers bloom and see me, I see flowers bloom; the poor monk Maitreya wants to cast the true Western Pure Land, and hopes that fellow Daoists will help me."

Clang!

In the dark, there seemed to be Sanskrit sounds manifesting, infinite power of faith gathered, and in a trance, a golden Buddha manifested.

Ordinary believers couldn't see this manifestation; only a few old monks with deep roots could see a glimpse, exclaiming: "Amitabha!"

Lin Xian looked at the golden Buddha that seemed true yet false, seemed illusionary yet real, put his hands together and said: "There is reincarnation in the human world; peace of mind is the Lingshan."

"The Western Desert is the foundation of longevity, the Buddha Kingdom Pure Land, why not go a step further and turn it into the Western Pure Land."

"Buddhism mainly cultivates the next life, rotating in the red dust."

"If you abandon the foundation and abandon the red dust, how can you see the true meaning?"

The divine monks who could look at the Buddha felt cold sweat. This Maitreya Buddha son is provoking Amitabha? Denying a Great Emperor's path—how arrogant.

Lin Xian didn't change his face, just evolved the scene of the Western Desert, and even the entire Buddhist gate, being a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood in two hundred years.

Amitabha Great Emperor, you also don't want the Buddhist people to die out in two hundred years, right?

"Buddha believes in the future; don't know if you can see this scene?" Lin Xian put his hands together and recited his true name.

Not killing a single person in life, but a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood after death—is this Buddha's compassion?

That golden Buddha turned into light rain and dissipated. Supreme Beings never believe in the future, only respect themselves; Amitabha Great Emperor is different, mainly cultivating the next life.

Now there is a true Dao fruit manifesting, knowing the past, future, and present, verifying Amitabha's Dao—it is a miracle.

Should Amitabha Great Emperor believe it, or not?

The light rain dissipated, seemingly seeing a gray-clothed monk sighing, and then it flashed away.

Whether it is denying Amitabha's Dao fruit or denying Amitabha's path, whether believing or not, it is a dilemma.

Simply "lying flat," ignoring it, and watching the changes.

You are difficult, I am also difficult, so everyone will be difficult together.

Seeing that Amitabha didn't take action, Lin Xian secretly breathed a sigh of relief. This path is full of difficulties, but the return is incomparably rich.

If successful, he is the savior of the Buddhist gate; if failed, hurry up and ask Saint Wei Yi to fish him out!

"Namo Future Star Buddha!"

Lin Xian recited the Buddha's name, full of spirit, glowing red, wanting to take office on the Lingshan.

The power of faith on Mount Sumeru, the six-character mantra of the Buddhist gate, the scriptures passed down from generation to generation, and the Imperial Weapon Demon-Subduing Pestle—he is coming!

"Good, good."

The old monks of the Alan Gumiao, after a brief panic, came to their senses, looked at each other, and nodded secretly. Since Amitabha Great Emperor didn't take action against him, it is the greatest explanation and the greatest recognition; he has passed the greatest test.

Whether it succeeds or not, at least Lin Xian is qualified.

This bet is made!

The Western Desert takes Mount Sumeru as the head, but it is not the only one. Outside the Great Lei Yinsi, there are several ancient lands that are also very famous, mastering the highest secret techniques of Buddhism, respected in the world, and are also major branches of the Buddhist gate.

Even, in certain special periods in history, when ancient Buddhas sat in town, they could be mentioned in the same breath as the Great Lei Yinsi, as the religious center.

The Alan Gumiao also had a period of glory, but it has declined now.

But the broken ship still has three nails; the temple ultimately has some foundation.

The leading old monk tentatively asked: "Is the Holy Monk going to enter the Lingshan?"

"If I don't enter hell, who enters hell." Lin Xian recited a Buddha name, his face calm. Amitabha Great Emperor's divine body didn't take action against him, which is the greatest guarantee.

"The Fighting Victorious Buddha is no small matter."

The white-browed old monk shook his head and told an old story: two thousand years ago, Sakyamuni rebelled against Mount Sumeru, did not practice the future law, respected the present life, causing Mount Sumeru to suffer great vitality damage.

Immediately after, a monkey made a scene on the Lingshan, suppressed a Buddhist Great Sage, and debated and won against the Buddhas, obtained the recognition of the Demon-Subduing Pestle, and since then became the Lord of Mount Sumeru.

If there was no relationship in this, even ghosts wouldn't believe it.

"The Fighting Victorious Buddha will not be the Fighting Victorious Buddha forever. When he puts down the Demon-Subduing Pestle and picks up the Immortal Iron Rod."

Lin Xian said meaningfully: "There will be a Great Sage Equal to Heaven born."

"Great Sage Equal to Heaven!"

The monks were moved. In the near future, a Great Sage-level figure will be born; it is truly terrifying.

Even among the Buddhas, a Great Sage-level figure is a top existence, and a full-force attack can destroy half a life star.

"Is this a prophecy made by the Holy Monk?" The white-browed old monk asked, his expression incomparably solemn.

"I am the future." Lin Xian's expression was calm, and he said leisurely: "I saw the Fighting Victorious Buddha's fiancée, and his only bloodline, looking for Mount Sumeru."

"Since then, the Victorious Buddha descends Mount Sumeru, and the world is peaceful!"

"So it's this future." The white-browed old monk's expression was strange. Under the gaze of the monks, he pondered for a long time, and finally stepped forward and bowed: "My Alan Gumiao has half a word of true mantra, willing to entrust it to the Holy Monk."

Six-character true mantra, Om, Mani, Padme, Hum. The Alan Gumiao holds half a word, which is the "Ba" word.

The 'Ba' character represents a kind of grand momentum, nearly forming an array, and possesses the power to open heaven and split the earth.

It is similar to the 'Zu' Secret created by the Lingbao Heavenly Venerable, except one is the pinnacle of acquired arrays, capable of slaying immortals.

The other is to evolve innate immortal arrays, restore the true appearance of the world, touch upon the power of the origin, and aspire to become an immortal.

Lin Xian contemplated it for a moment and was overjoyed, because the 'Ba' character resonated with hundreds of Emperor coffin runes, which had a great effect on evolving the Immortal Domain and tracing back to the origin.

Hundreds of immortal texts are responsible for evolving the universe, while the six-character mantra is responsible for pushing it to be rebuilt, restoring the most authentic scene of the universe, and correcting the errors within it.

Amidst evolution and reorganization, it constantly evolves reincarnation, trending toward the most authentic and original Immortal Domain.

On this mantra alone, this trip to the Western Desert was not in vain.

"Good, good. You give me a peach, I repay you with a plum."

Under the gaze of everyone, Lin Xian ascended the high altar, sat peacefully on the lotus throne, draped in a green kasaya, and evolved the Six Paths of Reincarnation Heavenly Art. His voice was like thunder, and he let out a great lion's roar: "Since you have seen the future, why do you not bow?!"

(End of chapter)