Yinshan Record

Chapter 295 The Person Behind the Old Treasure of Good Deeds
Red Lotus Karmic Fire may be called fire, but it is fundamentally different.

Within the Buddhist doctrines, the Karmic Fire Dharma is also a fundamental supernatural power.

Buddhism refers to the foundation of all existence as "karma." Everything that exists can be burned by the fire of karma. In this sense, the fire of karma in Buddhism is a domineering method that destroys and annihilates all existence.

The crimson flames of karma descended from the sky, falling like a fine rain, yet they froze the very foundation of all things, including everything that possesses the concept of "existence."

On the surface, the monsters on both sides of the river seem to be frozen, but it's not just these monsters that are frozen.

Air, water, sunlight, humidity, every breath, every movement, even the flow of thoughts—all these serve as fuel, like piled-up dry wood or decaying spider silk, from which wisps of karmic fire rise.

When a single moment of ignorance arises, the fire of karma stirs with the wind.

On the golden alms bowl, the Buddha of Good Virtue appears solemn and dignified, with compassion between his brows and his eyes slightly closed, as if he were about to save countless sentient beings.

The flames of karma rage, and sentient beings suffer amidst the Buddha's teachings.

For the first time, the bronze-headed turtle, which had cultivated itself for many years, felt a terrifying sense of being unable to control its own destiny.

Despite his painstaking cultivation, absorbing the essence of the sun and moon, the magical power he had cultivated seemed to belong to him nothing under the influence of this karmic fire.

The karmic fire, like a festering sore, slowly tormented him with the power of magic.

At this moment, he would rather dissipate all his magical power than endure the excruciating pain that chills his soul.

The same applies to General Shan and Master Heng.

A chuckle.

Siksananda did not reveal his true nature, yet his words flowed like a winding stream, gently entering the ear.

"When the red lotus fire rises, all your cultivation is reduced to dust. It is a pity that your years of cultivation and hard work have been like a mirage, vanishing in an instant. If you can sincerely take refuge and practice the true Dharma, you can not only avoid the suffering of being burned alive, but also be liberated from ignorance and reach a higher level."

Of course he can laugh.

This alms bowl was obtained by his father, Vajra Yaksha King, from the Tathagata of Good Virtue when he was freed from the realm of hungry ghosts. The red lotus fire inside was nurtured by the Tathagata of Good Virtue over many years with the power of his supreme Dharma, using the anger of countless beings in the realm of hungry ghosts as nourishment.

With this treasure appearing, even the immortal Changsheng would have to temporarily give way.

The bronze-headed turtle cried out mournfully and shook itself, while Master Heng struggled and curled up, but Master Gong was nowhere to be seen.

General Shan roared, "Kill me if you want! What nonsense are you spouting? We roam this river, sail the seas to the east, and survey the mountains to the west. How dare you try to control us?"

This eel spirit, burning under the flames of karma, transformed its form in the surging river, becoming a long, dragon-like yellow eel.

It struggled incessantly, but instead used its tail to slap the water and rise up, intending to soar straight into the sky.

"Watch me smash that lousy talisman of yours!"

Above the vast sky, a golden light shone, and a Dharma image slowly appeared.

He was sixteen feet tall, with angry lines on his eyebrows, and his whole body was bluish-black. He had six arms, each with a mudra formed between his palms. He sat cross-legged on a pure white lotus platform, with six skeletons hovering around him in the air.

Its fangs were like short swords, its red hair pointed straight to the sky, and its breath carried gusts of cold wind. Its eyes were deep and solemn as it watched the giant eel leaping upwards.

"ridiculous."

He formed the Treasure Vase Mudra with one hand and descended from the sky.

The Victorious Vase Seal can wield supreme wisdom, which is supreme power.

General Shan suffered a blow that caused countless wounds to appear all over his body. A thin blue mist surged out from the wounds and drifted away like clouds. This Buddhist Yaksha had actually used his supernatural powers to directly break General Shan's demonic body that he had cultivated for many years.

The enormous eel's body slammed heavily onto the water, burning like wisps of karmic fire. General Shan fell silent for a moment.

"Our Buddha has supreme power and can subdue countless stubborn beings."

Siksananda, the prince of the Vajra Yaksha King of Buddhism, was born with a prophecy from an ancient Buddha that he would become a Buddha in a future life, possessing supreme wisdom, understanding supreme Dharma, and attaining supreme power.

How could a mere demon be of any importance to him?

"We have no grudge against you, why would you resort to such a vicious act!"

Master Heng's eyes were bloodshot, and he was completely dazed. After this battle, his old neighbor would probably not only be seriously injured, but would also be reduced to ashes.

Why resort to such a vicious act?

Siksananda did not know how to answer.

These monsters from the Central Plains are so foolish that they are almost endearing.

"The causes of past lives lead to the effects of this life. Why ask so clearly about them?"

Siksananda scanned his surroundings with his eyes, but could not find the swordsman who had just struck the golden alms bowl.

"Master Heng, why waste words with him? Since he wants to exterminate us, what does it have to do with our daily conduct?"

General Shan met with an untimely death, which caused the old turtle to develop a fierce nature.

"This disciple is willing to take refuge, willing to take refuge."

Master Heng bowed his head below.

"Please, Guru, relieve me from the torment of being burned by karmic fire. Please, Guru, have mercy, have mercy."

"Master Heng!"

The old turtle roared, never expecting that its neighbor, who used to spout Confucian teachings of propriety, morality, and shame, was actually the most spineless one.

"Old turtle, please don't blame me, it hurts so much! I still need to condense my elixir, I still need to travel to the Eastern Ocean... Old turtle, you, you too..."

Yes.

The old turtle lowered its head.

There's nothing wrong with taking refuge in Buddhism. You've always complained about having no way forward, but now there's a path of cultivation that leads directly to the Great Way right in front of you. Why refuse it?
Moreover, since Buddhism acts so domineeringly, once I join the Buddhist order, I won't have to worry about finding someone to protect me.

With a sudden thought, the old turtle felt much lighter all over.

Yeah, it's not like it's the first time I've knelt down.

It was indeed a clever tactic, as Young Master Su observed coldly from the sidelines.

If one had a kill list, this Śikṣānanda would naturally be on it.

The boundary between Yin and Yang shattered, and the realm of hungry ghosts was established. He remembered clearly every single crime committed by the escaped hungry ghosts and yakshas.

However, at this moment, I must say, what a brilliant move.

This Siksananda was indeed deeply rooted in Buddhism; every gesture he made was a carefully crafted chain of events.

Behind the raging flames of karma and the unparalleled Dharma form, however, lies the endless chanting of Buddhist hymns.

Secretly, they attack others' minds and disturb their original beliefs.

What is this? Brainwashing invisibly?

The old turtle was never a strong-willed creature; otherwise, it wouldn't have wagged its tail and begged me to come down as a guest. Now, however, it has already given in.

In fact, this Shikshananda was only at the fifth-grade Rejuvenating Core stage. Even if he had a few magical artifacts, he might still be able to fight the four demons who joined forces.

However, the Vajra Yaksha pulled and struck, preventing the demons from joining forces in time, and easily dealt with them like a swift knife cutting through a tangled mess.

I still need to learn more.

"Your Highness, please be careful. This old turtle is always easily swayed and weak-kneed; it's his nature to humble himself and act subservient. But our Master Heng is a man of principle. Even though he's bowing, he might be plotting to attack you."

The words, like the first song of a nightingale, sent a jolt through Su Che's body.

How did she get involved with Buddhism?

The speaker was none other than Madam Xue, who had a special connection with their family.

(End of this chapter)