Chapter 239

That's right, everything was done by the Green Emperor!

After the Immortal Emperor carried all the blame, another pot king was born, but the pot carried by the Green Emperor was white.

The Green Emperor, who usually doesn't show his face, is actually calculating eternity, with shocking wisdom. Back then, everyone thought Wan Qing was another reckless Great Emperor. Now it seems that he is truly wise but appears foolish!

"His Majesty the Green Emperor also asked me to save the only descendant of the Taiyin Human Emperor."

Lin Xian engraved the figure of the Taiyin Body Jiang Tingting in the void and said solemnly: "In terms of orthodoxy, no one is more qualified than my Sacred Lady to keep vigil and collect the corpse for the Human Emperor."

"The descendant of the Human Emperor, holding a white banner, sacrificing to ancestors and calling spirits—who dares to say more!"

The spirit of the Demon-Subduing Pestle nodded. The principle is this principle, but its gaze slightly turned to the banner resonating with the Bodhisattva Realm.

This thing is not white either. If the power of faith is withdrawn, it is pitch black.

"The only descendant of the Human Emperor."

Shakyamuni was stunned for a moment, then sighed: "There is no immortal dynasty, and there is no inheritance that lasts forever. Everything has a day to reach the end."

Even the ancient Great Emperors themselves cannot do it; they have a day to pass away, let alone everything they left behind.

"Where does the Buddha from the East intend to continue the Human Emperor's Dao lineage?"

The Demon-Subduing Pestle inquired, incomparably concerned. If an imperial lineage could be introduced into the Western Desert, it would be of great benefit to the growth of the Buddhist sect.

After all, Jiang Tingting is Lin Xian's disciple, and the Future Buddha is one of the three pillars of the Buddhist sect, which can be called the direct descendant of the direct descendants.

"She is on the Ziwei Emperor Star, and there is still a wave of karma to be settled. She has to go back to Ziwei to settle it."

Lin Xian said indifferently and told the story of the grievances of the Taiyin Divine Dynasty.

In an instant, the Bodhisattva Realm fell into a brief silence, and then the peaceful and peaceful spiritual domain boiled. The imprints of countless ancient monks manifested, and the residual divine senses were excited. Even Buddhas have tempers!

The Human Emperor is different from other human Great Emperors; he is the true Human Ancestor. It can be said that without the Human Emperor, it is hard to say whether the human race could have continued in the Primordial Era.

Monks are Buddhist disciples, but they are also human beings!

"Indeed, it shouldn't be." Shakyamuni said in a low voice: "I will let Wukong go there later. He left Mount Sumeru and is no longer a member of the Buddhist sect."

Wukong is the Dharma name of the Fighting Victorious Buddha. Members of the Buddhist sect cannot break the killing precept, and Buddhas are compassionate, but the Fighting Holy King can.

An Eastern Taiyi, practicing both Yin and Yang, approaching Quasi-Emperor, and a Fighting Victorious Buddha, practicing both Emperor and Emperor, half-step Quasi-Emperor.

Two peak Great Sage powerhouses serving the Ziwei Emperor Star—can this blessing be small?

"The Fighting Victorious Buddha has already left Mount Sumeru. Although Shakyamuni has returned to his position, he has to travel far into the starry sky to seek the Immortal-Slaying Sword Formation."

The Demon-Subduing Pestle pondered for a while and asked: "Should we release the Ancient Buddha Moke and let him preside over the overall situation."

The Ancient Buddha Moke is a Great Sage on Mount Sumeru. In the past, the Fighting Victorious Buddha had a fierce battle with him and finally suppressed him under Mount Sumeru.

"The monkey suppressed him under Mount Sumeru?" Lin Xian's expression was strange. This script sounds like it's turning the world upside down.

"He used Buddhist means." The Demon-Subduing Pestle added a sentence.

Lin Xian's gaze immediately turned to Shakyamuni Buddha. Was it intentional, or unintentional?

Shakyamuni Buddha did not change his expression, but said indifferently: "This poor monk discussed the Dao with Wukong and passed him a Five-Finger Mountain supernatural power. I didn't expect to accidentally hurt a member of the Buddhist sect. Sin, sin."

In an instant, Lin Xian seemed to understand something and secretly asked the Demon-Subduing Pestle: "Two thousand years ago, was it this Great Sage Moke who took the lead in opposing the present Buddha."

The spirit of the Demon-Subduing Pestle was silent, and the default attitude already explained everything.

Lin Xian gasped. Who said Buddhas are compassionate and good people? The abbot has a small heart and never has overnight grudges.

The day he was kicked off Mount Sumeru, he taught the Five-Finger Mountain that night, and the Fighting Victorious Buddha went to the Great Lei Yinsi to kick the hall overnight.

The Ancient Buddha Moke has had a very bad life recently.

He was suppressed under Mount Sumeru and could not move, so unlike other monks whose heads were bright, he had some sparse yellow hair, like wild grass.

"Guangzhi, come here."

The Ancient Buddha Moke sighed for the unknown number of times today and shouted at a nearby Buddhist boy who was on guard.

"See the ancestor."

The boy Guangzhi was incomparably respectful. Don't look at the Ancient Buddha Moke being suppressed under Mount Sumeru; he is a Great Sage after all, the master and ancestor of countless divine monks on Mount Sumeru, and his status is second only to the Fighting Victorious Buddha.

Except for not being able to be released, the Ancient Buddha Moke's other actions were not hindered.

"What's the movement on Mount Sumeru recently?"

The Ancient Buddha Moke was full of worry, his wrinkles like dried oranges, which could pinch mosquitoes to death, and he asked in an old voice: "I seem to have heard some mighty Buddha sounds."

"Report to the ancestor." The novice Guangzhi put his hands together and answered honestly: "The Fighting Victorious Buddha has left Mount Sumeru."

"What?"

"That plague monkey is gone!"

"Is the news true?"

The Ancient Buddha Moke was immediately energized, no longer old, his blood energy surging, and divine light burst from his eyes. If you talk about this, I won't be sleepy. He asked repeatedly: "Who is the new abbot of the Great Lei Yinsi? Is there still a master on Mount Sumeru!"

"Ancestor, this... how could I know such a thing."

The novice Guangzhi wanted to cry. He was just a novice. If he could find out who the new Buddha was, he wouldn't be guarding the prison here.

"Amitabha Buddha!" The Ancient Buddha Moke chanted a Buddha name, also knowing that he was too anxious and disturbed his Zen heart.

At the same time, he also had delusional thoughts. If Mount Sumeru had no master, then could he, a Great Sage, be born?

"Good, very good."

Suddenly a voice sounded. A monk who was always smiling, wearing a brocade kasaya, and a green lotus imprint between his brows walked in slowly, put his hands together and said: "The Fighting Victorious Buddha was trapped by love and put on a tight hoop, and indeed left Mount Sumeru."

"Really gone?!" The Ancient Buddha Moke was stunned for a moment, then incomparably excited, as if to vent the resentment of two thousand years, and couldn't help laughing loudly: "I knew that damn monkey couldn't keep the precepts..."

"However, Shakyamuni has returned to Mount Sumeru as the present Buddha." The monk said slowly again.

Crack.

The Ancient Buddha Moke's laughter stopped abruptly, his face turning green and purple, as if falling from heaven to hell.

The monkey is gone, but another ruthless character has come to Mount Sumeru.

He couldn't beat the Fighting Victorious Buddha, let alone Shakyamuni.

Could it be that he will be suppressed under Mount Sumeru for the rest of his life?!

The Ancient Buddha Moke was heartbroken at this moment, and couldn't help gnashing his teeth: "Back then, this poor monk lit the Buddha lamp and wiped the past Buddha mirror clean to illuminate Shakyamuni's true body. The Buddhas concluded that he was the demonic shell of the Buddha. How can he return to Mount Sumeru."

"Whose decision is this, whose will is this!!!"

"This old monk is not convinced!!!"

"Good, very good, it was the research decision of this poor monk and the Demon-Subduing Pestle." The monk with the lotus imprint between his brows smiled.

"You?" The Ancient Buddha Moke trembled and asked in a deep voice: "Who are you?"

"This poor monk is Future Star Host, White Lotus Maitreya."

Lin Xian took a step forward, put his hands together, the lotus between his brows flew out, and immeasurable Buddha-nature flowed, as if a Bodhisattva Realm was looming behind him, ten thousand ghosts—no, it should be ten thousand Buddhas paying homage, Sanskrit sounds were faint, sacred to the extreme.

"Moke, since you have seen the future, why don't you bow!"

Mighty Buddha sounds echoed in his ears. The Ancient Buddha Moke was incomparably shocked and muttered: "Being suppressed, I can't bow."

(End of chapter)