Chapter 664: Three Treasures

As soon as Fu Xia said this, golden clouds shone in the air, peacock-like clouds danced, the golden pool gushed, and colorful rain fell. A Pure Land appeared in the northern sky. This northern Pure Land was covered behind a layer of clouds and mist, and vaguely, there was a huge golden gate. A single-horned fierce tiger, as large as a mountain and with black patterns all over its body, was sleeping soundly by the gate. Densely packed golden guardians stood on the clouds, boundless and endless. Thousands upon thousands of figures raised their heads, some kowtowing, some worshipping, craning their necks in anticipation.

The six-armed Vajra 【Six Pendulums】, which had been pressing down on 'Jinyang Huangyuan Pass' without any reaction, paused slightly for the first time. As the peacock's cry came from the northern sky, that head, which was always glaring and always pure, raised up. Its golden lips parted slightly, and the melodious sound of chanting came forth.

"Boom!"

The cultivators on the lake all lowered their brows and covered their eyes, not daring to look.

The appearance of all this was like a shot of adrenaline injected into Fu Xia's heart. He raised his head abruptly. Whatever insufficient magic power, whatever separation fire burning, he didn't care about any of it. The entire Jinyang Huangyuan Pass moved with a roar following his movements, as if it were about to collapse at any moment.

"They are saved... good... good..."

The old monk was ecstatic, tears falling in excitement. He looked at Master Kongheng with the utmost pleading, bitterly begging: "My lord, the Earth of Release has appeared. Please become the 【Manifestation Emperor Seat Son】 for our Dao, return to the Northern Demon-Subduing, sit on the Heavenly Rain Mandarava Flower, pass through immeasurable and boundless Asankhyeya kalpas, and achieve the Maha Emperor Seat of power."

As if responding to his voice, following Fu Xia's request, a melodious bell rang from the golden clouds in the north, striking nine times in succession.

"Dong... dong..."

Master Kongheng looked far into the distance, his pupils reflecting the appearance of a Pure Land.

He understood that as long as he nodded and gave rise to a thought of purifying the world, the position of Emperor Seat Maha in the sky would immediately respond to him. He would become a cultivator like Lord Murong Xia and attain the stage of non-retrogression.

Once the stage of non-retrogression is attained, unless someone can break into the Pure Land and grind away his trace of true spirit, he can reincarnate for a hundred generations without diminishing his consciousness, forever enjoying the position of Maha.

And he would not need to cultivate in this life anymore; he had already brought the cultivation base of a Dharma Master to perfection. Master Kongheng was an ancient cultivator, and the next step was not compassion, but Maha. He only needed to head north, re-ascend to the Maha position, and become one of the peaks of this realm, with the fruit position of Dharma Appearance even within reach.

Yet he still looked on calmly.

Master Kongheng's own lineage stopped here, and all that remained were the two words "attaining the Dao." Ancient cultivators had not produced a Maha for who knows how many years. If he missed this opportunity, there would not be another lineage without a single Maha, where the Pure Land would personally welcome an outsider.

"Old Senior, the manifestation of wrath is not my Dao."

Fu Xia was a compassionate Dharma body. His tears turned into glaze in the separation fire and were shattered by the light of heaven, illuminating the light and shadow on the old monk's face. He stared at him blankly.

Master Kongheng looked at Fu Xia quietly. The narrow-eyed monk was already white-toothed and red-lipped, and his face was now infinitely bright. He opened his mouth and said:

"My appearance is not the appearance of all living beings. I do not set up an infinite Pure Land, I do not set up terrifying images, I do not set up incense temples, and I do not set up monk offerings. All such things are evil karma."

"One must not call on practitioners to believe in me, and one must not call on commoners to worship me. My Dao seeks liberation, not using the Pure Land to contain people."

Fu Xia was struck by lightning, wilting as if he had been deflated. As his heart relaxed, the luster on the compassionate Dharma body became even dimmer. His back bent down all at once, and he was pressed down even more firmly.

The old monk did not move, looking up at the sky. The scorching separation fire surrounded his body. Fu Xia only kept muttering scriptures in his mouth, watching as the golden clouds disappeared bit by bit, the giant tiger was submerged in the clouds and mist, and everything came to nothing.

Fu Xia's glaring appearance disappeared, and a look of desolate bitterness hung on his face. The old monk said in a low voice:

"I was sharp in my words all the way, aggressive, pressing you everywhere, rebuking you, and scolding you with intense and paranoid doctrines, yet I could not make you give rise to even a hint of anger. If you had any resentment in your heart, the Manifestation Emperor Seat Son would surely have fallen upon you."

"So I pressed you with force, coerced you with power, and intimidated you with the luster of the compassionate Dharma body. If you had even a hint of fear, without needing to nod, without needing to follow me, the Manifestation Emperor Seat Son would surely have fallen upon you."

"Since you were neither angry nor afraid, I wept and wailed, trying to move you with sorrow, asking you to spread the doctrine to all the people in the world, to sit on the Heavenly Rain Mandarava Flower and edify all living beings. If you had even a hint of thought, the Manifestation Emperor Seat Son would surely have fallen upon you."

The brightness on Master Kongheng's face remained, and the separation fire around him gradually faded. Glazed colors flew out from Fu Xia's Dharma body. The old monk supported the 'Jinyang Huangyuan Pass' with one hand, his magic power circulating, his eyes full of glazed color, and he walked straight out of the separation fire.

The compassionate Dharma body was truly operating. Fu Xia did not even need a finger to push down 'Jinyang Huangyuan Pass' now. The endless separation fire was like his nourishment; the more it burned, the more colorful his body appeared.

Fu Xia said in a low voice: "But you were not shaken."

The lake was silent, and a gaze of fear looked at this compassionate one. Only Master Kongheng said warmly:

"The various Maha have already tried."

Master Kongheng looked at him with a smile. The old monk took off the deep yellow cassock on his body, folded it, and placed it in his palm. With his other hand, he placed the pure Bai Long staff on the cassock.

He packed these two things, placed them in mid-air out of thin air, put his hands together, and said respectfully: "Since this old monk has come to this demonic land, I never thought of returning. I have three treasures to gift to the Dharma Master."

"The first is the 【Mysterious Box Tiger-Patterned Cassock】, which was transformed by a horned tiger. It is mysterious and unpredictable, can be transformed into a fierce tiger to be driven, can swallow all things, and cannot be resisted by ordinary practitioners."

"The second is the 【Wonderful White True Jade Demon-Subduing Staff】, which is a treasure tool. It has subdued countless demons and monsters, its mysterious evil spirit rushes to the sky, and one staff can split mountains and cut off rivers. The demons and monsters it kills dare not seek redress."

Master Kongheng frowned, the five-colored light on his face constantly flowing, and he said softly:

"This is the Northern Demon-Subduing lineage; Master Kongheng cannot take it."

This old monk was unusually stubborn and did not take his words at all. With his hands together in front of his chest, his bare upper body shining, he first kowtowed to the north, closed his eyes, and said in a deep voice: "The third is the 【Northern Demon-Subduing Temple Guardian Glazed Sarira】."

His words finally moved Master Kongheng. Master Kongheng took a step forward, opening his mouth to persuade, but no matter how fast his speed was, it was ultimately not as fast as the compassionate one.

As soon as Fu Xia's words fell, a piece of glazed radiance that reached the sky rose up, rushing straight into the sky. Countless lotus flowers bloomed on the lake, and pink petals mixed with various glazed colors smashed down from the sky. All around were brilliant light and infinite clouds.

Master Kongheng was submerged in this countless radiance in an instant. Fu Xia was a compassionate one of many years. Once he sat down on his own, the sound of scriptures immediately resounded, the prison of the burning house shattered, and the ground was golden red.

"Buzz buzz buzz buzz..."

But the Pure Land that should have come to meet him had long since disappeared without a trace. All the radiance and colors gathered and condensed, all staying on that glazed sarira.

No matter how brilliant this illusion was, and no matter how sky-reaching the light was, it was only for an instant. Before it had fully bloomed, it returned to this sarira like a long whale sucking water, leaving no trace behind.

The colors between heaven and earth converged, and only one sarira stopped in front of Master Kongheng.

The lake was even quieter.

This sarira was the size of a finger, suspended in mid-air, white and crystal clear, surrounded by several circles of colorful light, forming various illusions, and the lotus flowers on both sides emitted bursts of fragrant breath.

Master Kongheng looked at the sarira in front of him quietly, took it in his palm, and put it away. The black-red sunset glow draped over him, and the light on the lake was surprisingly dark.

Fu Xia's death was like the twelve Dharma Masters shot dead by Li Li Xuanfeng on the Great River. Except for the sarira, it was just a rain of flower petals and glaze, and some lotus flowers blooming.

And the Pure Land that was willing to appear to meet Master Kongheng had no reaction at all when Fu Xia died, not even a bit of golden light or a bell sound. There was only the reddish residual sun on the horizon.

It was not until Li Xieming drove the light over that a bit of heavenly light draped over Master Kongheng. The narrow-eyed monk woke up as if from a dream, the five-colored radiance flowing on his face retreated, and the infinite brightness also dimmed.

He returned to his original gentle and polite appearance, his expression somewhat dim, and he said warmly: "I have caused trouble for Xieming."

"What are you talking about!"

The heavenly light gathered at Jinyang Huangyuan Pass, and the cultivators around could not see clearly. Only Li Xieming saw it clearly from the side, his expression complex, full of emotion, and he said in a low voice: "How is the Dharma Master now?"

"No major problems."

Master Kongheng answered seriously, holding the cassock and long staff in his hands, and said softly:

"It's just that my fate with your noble family has now ended."

Li Xieming had expected this long ago. He closed his eyes and gritted his teeth. Master Kongheng bowed to him and said with shame:

"I should have left when something happened to Li Xijun, but I blamed myself in my heart and wanted to look after you more. I didn't expect that I would almost harm your noble family now. It is truly Master Kongheng's fault! Now that I must leave, I must travel the world to verify my Dao."

"Senior Master Kongheng..."

Before Li Xieming could say anything more, his full words were blocked by Master Kongheng's smile. He said in a low voice:

"Dharma Master, please see my Great Father before you leave... Dharma Master has been in my family for so many years... the elders all admire you very much... Zhou Wei is still outside... I cannot see him..."

Master Kongheng nodded lightly. Li Xieming's voice was nagging, and it was actually somewhat similar to Li Li Xuanxuan, which blurred the monk's eyes.

While he was falling toward Mount Qingdu Mountain, he looked back at the north where Fu Xia kowtowed when he fell, and the sarira in his hand became even hotter.

The brilliant golden clouds had long since disappeared, the flying peacocks were nowhere to be found, and everything the old monk valued more than his life—including the golden pool and believers—also disappeared like a gust of wind...

The lake was dim, glaze was scattered in the water, leaving only the dark sky and a half-dead sun sinking into the clouds.

East Sea.

The night was thick, and a palace built of black mysterious stone stood on the reef. The palace itself was not large, and the black palace body was the same as the reef, facing the north.

Waves splashed, submerging the steps in front of the palace. A pair of exquisite blue boots stepped on the steps. The owner had hair like red, and a golden robe that shone like scales. His green pupils looked into the distance.

Behind this man followed a young man, his clothes neat, standing sideways behind him. The golden-robed man said in a low voice: "Eastern Heyun, that is the Four Demon Emperors of Wrath..."

Dongfang Eastern Heyun raised his eyebrows, his eyes also looking toward the distant north. Peacocks danced in the sky, the golden pool gushed, and the Pure Land appeared on the horizon. Dongfang Eastern Heyun bowed and replied: "Great King, the Buddhist practitioners gather to achieve the Dao, and the position of Maha is the evolution of the fruit position of Dharma Appearance. It is not something that can be deceived by immortals."

"Now that the Maha position is sensing, wanting the Manifestation Emperor Seat Son to descend to the world, even if Wrath has a thousand abilities and practices the method of fake death, he cannot do this. He must have died."

If Li Li Xizhi were here, he would definitely recognize that the golden-robed man was the Mu Sea Long Wang Dongfang Changmu of that year, the son of the Dragon Lord, noble beyond compare.

This Early Zifu demon dragon nodded after hearing this.

Dongfang Eastern Heyun then said:

"Jingzhan was restrained by the 【Golden Bridge Lock】 that year and killed by the Behind Shangyuan True Lord. The possibility of survival is too small. Whether the Four Demon Emperors of Wrath died is just a side issue... The Six Appearances still want to try how the Dharma Appearance behind the lineage of wrath is doing."

"It's just that looking at the current appearance, even the meat delivered to the mouth is unwilling to move, and it can even let that ancient Buddhism escape. It seems that the state of this Dharma Appearance is truly not good."

"Actually, it's not."

Dongfang Changmu said softly: "Neither Mount Luoxia nor the Underworld has responded, and Jiangnan is also uninterested. I am afraid they have long known that the Dharma Appearance will not respond. The cause of this matter is actually that the higher the ancient cultivator's cultivation base, the less some people want him to stay in Jiangnan."

"And the person of the manifestation of wrath calculated that there was an opportunity, coming over like a fly smelling blood, and once again made a futile effort to awaken the Dharma Appearance and persuade the Maha to come."

Dongfang Eastern Heyun bowed, looking admiring, and said softly: "What the Great King said is very true."

Dongfang Changmu said softly: "After all... the era has long changed. Today's Buddhist practitioners have their own place in the world, and many cultivators are quite wary of Buddhist practitioners. How can they easily let an ancient Buddhist practice in Jiangnan? If they suddenly attain enlightenment overnight and create a Pure Land from the ground, covering the entire Jiangbei, wouldn't they have to fight another battle?"

Dongfang Changmu laughed and said in a low voice: "In the past, the Immortal Dao was complacent and let Buddhist practitioners seek the Dao in various sects. As a result, the 【Hua Qi】 fruit position was secretly attained by Su Su Xikong, and one of the twelve Qi was missing, which made several immortals change their faces... This is a lesson from the past!"

"Exactly..."

Dongfang Eastern Heyun replied respectfully, and Dongfang Changmu asked in a low voice:

"How did the fox clan reply?"

Dongfang Eastern Heyun bowed and replied:

"The Great Lishan sent the Suxin Fox, who has already contacted His Highness Brother Ding Jiao, and there is no problem."

"Oh, White Dragon Tiao!"

Dongfang Changmu showed a playful smile on his face and paced in front of the pitch-black hall. The sound of thunder was vaguely heard in the clouds. This Early Zifu great demon shook his head lightly:

"It should be, after all, Senior Zipei gave the things to the Bei Sea Long Wang..."

Dongfang Changmu waited for a moment, and finally a stream of light broke through the air, manifesting as a narrow-eyed woman in mid-air. She glanced and said in a deep voice: "Changmu, it's time to move."

Dongfang Changmu laughed, waved his hand lightly, and the Great Void in front of him shattered with a roar, presenting a purple color that reached the sky, shrouded in the boundless Great Void.

The Great Void here jumped with countless lightning bolts, as if it were about to condense into a sea. Dongfang Changmu operated his supernatural powers to resist the thunder and lightning while looking down at the pale purple cave heaven in the distance.

Dongfang Changmu asked:

"Are the people all here?"

"Naturally."

The dragon woman nodded and said:

"We don't act as convoluted as the human clan, with supernatural power traction and layout of the general situation. No matter what those who cultivate thunder methods do, just send a few Early Zifu demon kings to catch them."

She said casually:

"But in a quarter of an hour, they were all caught and thrown into the cave heaven together." ===== CHAPTER 705 =====