Chapter 449: 【Golden Cicada, Execute the Immortal Sword】

The White Lotus Sect was born from the Buddhist sect, worshipping the future savior, and more or less stained with a bit of Buddhist atmosphere, liking to save all living beings and make good connections.

The Sect Master’s original intention was good, but when it fell to the bottom level for execution, it was easy to add layers, and what was originally voluntary salvation became forced salvation.

It is still okay now, the Heavenly Court rules the world, Lin Xian is a saint. If one day the glory is no longer there, and a certain Son of Heaven is forcibly saved, I am afraid it will be a monstrous catastrophe.

After Lin Xian warned them, he left behind a town-sect holy artifact, ended this cause and effect, and took the spiritual child Flower and prepared to leave.

"Buddha is above."

The White Lotus Sect Master and several elders prostrated on the ground, mountain-calling and sea-worshipping, knocking their heads until they were broken, and asked extremely sincerely: "Flower is the White Lotus Holy Son of my sect, in charge of the teachings. After he leaves with you, who can preside over the White Lotus Sect."

"Zhang Qingyang, the Heavenly Master of Mount Longhu Mountain, preaches for the Heavenly Court and promotes the Dao of faith, and can act on behalf of the White Lotus Sect."

Lin Xian said indifferently, wanting to completely incorporate the White Lotus Sect into the Heavenly Court.

"What about after the Heavenly Master?" The White Lotus Sect Master asked carefully.

"The Divine Knight is native-born. After returning from the starry sky, he will be either a Great Saint or a Quasi-Emperor, and can manage a great sect."

Lin Xian thought for a while and felt that the Divine Knight was a good candidate, who could bridge the contradictions between the Middle Earth and the West.

"After the Divine Knight, who is the expert in charge?" The White Lotus Sect Master asked: "What should we do."

"Crown Prince Xiao Song, has the potential of a Demon Emperor. A Demon Emperor ruling the White Lotus Sect is enough to push this sect to glory."

Lin Xian smiled slightly: "Whether you can grasp it depends on your opportunity."

"Then after that, which expert is in charge." The White Lotus Sect Master pressed: "What should we do."

"After the Demon Emperor, if I don't attain the Dao and fly to immortality, it will be a farewell to the world." Lin Xian shook his head and sighed: "You probably won't see it either. The future of the White Lotus Sect, only Heaven knows."

The White Lotus Sect Master wanted to ask again, but Lin Xian turned into a wisp of clear wind with Flower and dissipated, leaving everyone looking at each other in the original ground, as if they had a big dream, and then woke up.

Walking on the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau, the sky is blue and clear as white jade, streams flow endlessly, and lakes are like jade stones inlaid upon the earth, magnificent and beautiful. From time to time, birds sweep through the clouds and mist; it is a pure land, a fairyland.

"Buddha, you are the future Buddha, but why do the Sect Master and others call me the future Buddha?"

The spiritual child Flower squatted in front of a lake, looking at the reflection in the water, very puzzled and asked: "Isn't the future Buddha the savior, there is only one."

"Those who save themselves, Heaven helps them. The White Lotus teachings emphasize equality for all living beings, so everyone can become a Buddha, and everyone is a future Buddha."

Lin Xian said calmly: "Without relying on Emperors and Emperors, without praying for the salvation of gods and true immortals, mortals rely on their own blood energy and mind power, unite, and work together, they can still settle accounts with the most powerful Supremes. This is salvation."

"But how can mortals unite."

Flower was young, but very wise, his eyes bright, and asked: "I have seen that mortals are very weak and like to fight internally."

"Only when they are on the line of life and death will all living beings break their discrimination, ten thousand Buddhas return to one, the most fundamental spiritual resonance."

Lin Xian flipped his palm and summoned a purple-glowing, nearly black white-pole banner, meaningfully: "This banner is the medium, which can make the power of all living beings one. Only it can stimulate the power of the most ordinary people. Only it can help the common people pour out the bitter water in their stomachs, and can earn the human feelings and reason."

"So that’s it." Flower nodded half-understandably, then asked curiously: "Buddha, what is the name of this banner?"

"Ten Thousand Buddhas Morning Sect Banner, also called Human Emperor Banner..."

Lin Xian said leisurely, taking Flower toward the depths of the plateau, the two figures, one big and one small, getting smaller and smaller, and finally disappeared on the horizon.

"Man..."

The spiritual child Flower chanted the mysterious Buddhist mantra, and in the dark, opened a road to Lingshan.

He is a spiritual child, with extraordinary aptitude, and understands Buddhist classics, because he got a piece of Buddha top bone when he was young.

Sakyamuni once used the karmic fire of the whole ancient star to refine his true body, forging a Quasi-Emperor body, thus shedding his mortal coil, and in this process, burned out a few residual bones, one of which was the top bone, which is a holy object, symbolizing the Buddhist orthodoxy.

"In the past, the Amitabha Great Emperor’s nirvana Dao fruit was divided into three. One part became Sakyamuni, one part flowed on the land of the Western Desert, obtained by past holy monks, and later blessed my body, as the future Buddha."

"The last part remained in the Amitabha star domain, which can be called a cunning rabbit with three caves, with many backups."

Lin Xian pondered that piece of Buddha top bone and sighed: "It’s a pity that the Amitabha Great Emperor did not calculate that Sakyamuni did not want to admit that he was the previous life."

"Karmic fire forges the golden body, abandoning the previous life, and thus there is this Buddha top bone."

Lin Xian, Flower, plus the stone Buddha in the Amitabha star domain, the three combined are the true rebirth of the Amitabha Great Emperor, living out the third life.

Without Lin Xian, Flower would be Sakyamuni’s successor, possessing the Buddha nature of Mount Sumeru, one person having two Buddha consciousnesses, so Sakyamuni’s uncle, the Golden-Winged Great Peng, chose Flower, not Sakyamuni.

"In heaven and on earth, I alone am supreme. This is also the path of the Buddhist sect. The lower status chooses superstition, but the more virtuous the high monk, the more he believes in himself, and the less likely he is to become a Buddha. The teachings of the Buddhist sect are full of contradictions."

Lin Xian sighed. Neither he nor Flower could fulfill the Amitabha Great Emperor. The only hope could only be in the sarira on Mount Sumeru.

In the past, Amitabha was just a faith body, but after obtaining the method of the Undying Daoist, he gradually evolved toward a living being, adding a bit of hope out of thin air.

Seizing others’ hope is slim, only seizing oneself can have a glimmer of life.

"Buddha, is this Lingshan?"

Flower looked at the scenery in front of him, showing a look of confusion. This is completely different from the description in the Buddhist scriptures. There is no merit pool, no heavenly maidens, no golden flowers, no divine music, just a dead silence, ancient temples sitting, silent, dead and lifeless.

Pieces of ancient buildings, magnificent and majestic, carry the glory of the ancient Buddhist sect, and too many past events happened in the past.

Unfortunately, now the spiritual spring has dried up, the grass and trees have withered, and there is no prosperity of the past, but Lin Xian can still sense the huge mind power.

"All Buddhas are one, Sakyamuni’s dojo is my dojo."

"Success returns to the Pure Land, I also sit on the lotus platform."

Lin Xian laughed, green lotuses grew under his feet, crossed heavy formations, and took Flower to Lingshan. There were some obstacles on the way, but they were not enemies of the saint, and they were all rolled into the Human Emperor Banner.

The two searched for many residual treasures along the way, and even found half a volume of Emperor Scripture—"Veda Scripture".

The most precious thing is a furnace of great medicine. More than two thousand years ago, Sakyamuni refined medicine here, wanting to use the dragon vein of Lingshan as fire to slowly ripen a furnace of great medicine for future generations.

As a result, in the Age of Dharma Decline, no one could enter Lingshan, and it was left until now.

Lin Xian flicked his finger, lifted the furnace lid, and suddenly a green medicine cloud rushed to the sky, manifesting thousands of visions, full of spirituality.

"Master, it’s so fragrant."

Flower smelled the medicine fragrance, and for a time was intoxicated. Just smelling it extended his life by 480 years, his whole body glowing, as if he had washed his marrow. That wisp of medicine cloud turned into undying divinity and merged into his body, and mortals would transform to be comparable to the King Body, like flying to immortality.

"Undying Divine Medicine, can it not be fragrant."

Lin Xian sighed. He had mastered the Bodhi seed, so he could see what medicine was refined in the furnace. The essence of the Bodhi tree was the main material, and the divine pill refined was destined to be heaven-defying.

He ignored the rosy medicine fragrance all over the sky, grabbed fiercely toward the ground, and suddenly captured a bright green divine pill, not round, but in the shape of a Bodhi tree.

This is the true great pill. The medicine fragrance just now was just the bait released.

"Good spirituality, this pill is afraid to have 70-80% of the medicine power of the Undying Medicine, comparable to the perfection of the eighth-stage evolution fluid."

Lin Xian’s eyes flashed with divine light, fixed the immortal pill, took a holy weapon to seal it, so as not to lose the medicinal properties.

The harvest of the Lingshan trip was truly too great. Just this pill alone was beneficial to his future impact on the Great Saint, and even the Quasi-Emperor.

Nine lives and nine deaths are destined to be extremely dangerous. This immortal pill is just right for him to protect the Dao.

The two strolled around Lingshan for half a day, walked to a waterfall, and there was no road ahead. In front was the endless sea of suffering.

"The sea of suffering is hard to cross..."

The spiritual child Flower was very distressed and asked: "Buddha, how do we get out?"

"Namo Sakyamuni Buddha."

Lin Xian chanted a Buddha name, induced the power of faith in Lingshan that had been silent for thousands of years, turned into a heavenly divine bridge to cross the other shore, crossed the sea of suffering, and between the stars moving, moved space.

An ancient building came into view, a rusty copper plaque on the temple, which was the Leiyin Temple that Pang Bo did not take away.

"Yinghuo, Leiyin Temple."

"Seeing Leiyin at the end of the road, so that’s it."

Lin Xian whispered, observing this thousand-year-old temple. This was the third time he had arrived, and his state of mind was very different each time he arrived at the Buddha temple.

At this moment, there was no Crocodile Ancestor, but there was a Buddha.

Lin Xian took Flower into the temple, but suddenly stunned, stopped his steps, because the ancient temple that was originally covered in dust was now spotless, and there was a six-character mantra sounding!

"Om, Mani, Padme, Hum..."

A little monk with red lips and white teeth, looking the same size as Flower, came out to greet him, stepped forward and saluted: "Future Buddha, the World Honored One has been waiting for a long time, this junior brother, please follow me."

"Who are you?"

Flower asked curiously, the monks in the Leiyin Temple, could they be the legendary Bodhisattvas and Arhats.

"Little monk Jin Jin Chanzi."

The little monk in white put his hands together, his eyebrows were green and astringent, although young, he had a sense of being out of the dust, very spiritual.

"Jin Jin Chanzi!"

Flower showed a look of astonishment. He was already six years old, not a three-year-old child, and had read Journey to the West.

"Are you from the Amitabha Ancient Star Domain?"

Lin Xian suddenly asked, with a strange look in his eyes.

"Exactly, the little monk was born on the Buddha Ancient Star, and then followed the master to cultivate." Jin Jin Chanzi said truthfully.

"Then in the Amitabha star domain, have you seen a monkey." Lin Xian’s expression was strange, tentatively asking: "A golden-glowing Fighting Holy Ape, now mostly a Quasi-Emperor."