Donghuang Ziji

Chapter 528: The Wealth Fairy and the Money Demon

The monks from Baiyun Temple had complicated expressions on their faces regarding Chu Tai's invitation.

He had practiced for many years and naturally knew that his own method was incomplete. Apart from a set of "Taiyi Jinguan Mantra" and a "Baiyun Yinlu Method" which did have some tricks, the rest of the methods were either destroyed by the ancestors or it was easy to go astray during the practice process.

Therefore, even the years of practice by the master who grew up in a Taoist temple could not stop the decline of Baiyun Temple.

He himself had thought about learning other methods, but he would always think of his master on the sickbed.

Before his death, the master had told him that he had entered the eighth level and had developed some magical powers, so he could go out and find some ways to practice. He didn't have to stay in Baiyun Temple. The inheritance of this lineage could end in his hands.

Therefore, every time I make up my mind, I choose to give up.

Now, someone pointed out the source of his family's inherited Dharma lineage and asked him if he was willing to return to the sect, and his emotions became more complicated.

After a long time, the monk bowed deeply to Chu Tai.

"Disciple Xiao Bin thanks the senior."

Chu Tai glanced at him, smiled, and stretched out his hand. The eternal lamp enshrined in front of the ancestor's spirit tablet fell into his hand. After carefully observing it, he smiled and said, "This thing does have some spiritual charm. Judging from its age, was it refined by your teacher?"

As he spoke, golden light emerged in Chu Tai's hand, reflecting the eternal lamp, constantly refining its flame.

Xiao Bin nodded and said, "My master was worried that I would not be able to take charge of the temple after he left, so he put all his life's cultivation into it and offered it in front of the ancestor's spirit tablet on weekdays. While protecting the brightness of this place, it also connects the temple and maintains the purity of Baiyun Temple."

As he spoke, Xiao Bin was staring at the eternal lamp in Chu Tai's hand, seeming to be worried and happy.

He could feel that the aura left by his mentor had not changed. Using an unknown method, Chu Tai wrapped it with a layer of golden light.

When he was halfway through the cleansing, Chu Tai suddenly felt something. He looked towards a place beside Baiyun Temple and frowned slightly, asking, "Which immortal is enshrined there?"

Xiao Bin looked over and said respectfully, "The one being worshipped is the Qingli Wealth Immortal Yang Wenjing."

Chu Tai heard this and his mind moved. One of the reasons why he went out this time was because of this Wealth Immortal. Previously, "fate" led him to Baiyun Temple, and Chu Tai thought it was only because there was a branch of Taiyi Jinhua Sect here. Now it seems that it also has something to do with this Wealth Immortal Yang Wenjing.

However, Chu Tai did not rush to take action. He first said that he was passing on the Dharma on behalf of others. After passing on some introductory methods of cultivation of the Jinhua Sect to Xiao Bin, he said that he would recite scriptures and practice in the courtyard.

Xiao Bin naturally had no objection and respectfully returned to his place of practice.

Before he sat down, he heard a series of faint Taoist sounds, and then the shadows of mountains and rivers appeared before his eyes, and then mist rose, and many colorful clouds appeared under the sunlight.

The blue, red and yellow clouds, bright colors, filled his eyes with a riot of color and brilliance. Wisps of white mist poked out from the colorful clouds, dancing everywhere and taking on many shapes.

Xiao Bin looked on in astonishment, his mouth felt dry and he could not utter a word.

In his eyes, this was not just white clouds surrounded by colorful clouds, but clearly a first-class method of cultivation.

Combining the method that Chu Tai had taught him before, he only felt that the white clouds were lingering in the clouds, and gradually inherited a precious pill like a bright moon, bright and clear, and no matter how the clouds changed, it was not affected at all.

This is the best and most wonderful method to maintain one's original mind and purify one's vital energy.

Xiao Bin couldn't help but immerse himself in practice, while Chu Tai cleansed the entire Taoist temple at the moment of chanting. It was also through this cleansing that Chu Tai felt that there was a problem with the side hall where the wealth god Yang Wenjing was enshrined.

Chu Tai stretched out his hand and caught a wisp of air. He sniffed it and found it was a faint smell of copper, but it also contained three Dharma meanings. Chu Tai sensed them carefully and found them to be [May all wishes come true], [Attract wealth and treasure] and [Benefit the world].

This should be the foundation of the Taoism practiced by the Wealth Immortal Yang Wenjing, and also the basis of his fourth rank, but Chu Tai always felt it was a bit strange.

The power of [Lord of the Clouds] surrounds it, and under the layers of fog, a dark color gradually emerges, just like a calm lake with undercurrents surging.

Chu Tai sensed carefully and suddenly found that there was an illusory flower that was twisted like a demon shadow and slowly blooming.

The flower was golden all over, and was dotted with many gems, emitting an incomparably brilliant light.

But after looking at it for a long time, the blurred brilliance and bright colors seemed like pigments mixed together, becoming extremely chaotic and distorted.

The chaotic colors look like poisonous snakes covered with colorful patterns, which make people feel scared at the sight.

When I recovered and looked at the golden flowers again, I felt that every gem on them was filled with a strong smell of blood. Just one glance at them, I could smell the atmosphere of indulgence, decay, plunder, greed, exploitation, slavery, devouring, debauchery, luxury and so on.

Chu Tai even had a terrifying feeling that countless flower roots seemed to have grown around him, sucking his blood and marrow and ripping him clean.

"Is this also the principle of cultivation of the Wealth Immortal Yang Wenjing? Why does it seem a bit like the Lord Demonic Way to me?"

Chu Tai sensed carefully, and in a trance, he even saw an extremely huge sacred tree through this breath.

It was an extremely huge tree with luxuriant branches and leaves. Its roots were as red as blood, its trunk was golden all over, its branches were jade-like and silver-like, and the flowers were the strange golden flowers that Chu Tai had seen before.

At the same time, the surfaces of the flowers, branches, leaves, trunks, and roots had many translucent green lines that were constantly expanding and contracting, as if blood was flowing in them, or as if fate was changing in them.

In the dark, Chu Tai could see strands of human destiny gradually expanding with the movement of these green threads, but he could also see that part of the roots under the giant tree had turned the "soil", which was not fertile to begin with, into a grayish white.

Seeing this scene, Chu Tai was shocked and wanted to observe it carefully, but the mist generated by [Yun Zhongjun] was rolling.

Chu Tai immediately let go of his hand, allowing the mist to dissipate and disappear without a trace.

"It was a close call. If it had been a little later, I'm afraid someone would have discovered it."

Looking at the mist dissipating in front of him, Chu Tai secretly breathed a sigh of relief, then stood up and walked into the side hall and glanced at the statue of the God of Wealth Yang Wenjing.

This statue is also somewhat peculiar, with golden armor and red robe, sitting on a Pixiu, with four faces and eight arms, and it does not look like an immortal at all, but rather has a Shinto majesty.

"The four sides are red, black, blue and white. Do they symbolize the four seasons? What do the eight arms holding beads, swords, whips, ropes, spears, rulers, ruyi and ingots mean? It can't be about attracting wealth and treasures, right?"

Chu Tai stayed on the eight arms for a while, then walked forward and felt it carefully. Slowly he discovered that there seemed to be something else in the statue.

He stretched out his hand and the mist rolled up, covering the face of the statue. Then he reached into the statue and took out a copper coin. The copper coin was covered with stains, but it contained traces of human destiny, and it was obviously passed through the hands of ordinary people.

'wrong……'

Chu Tai observed carefully and found that these stains were not left during the transaction process, but were caused by individual kowtows.

He saw that as one person after another kowtowed, a little bit of dirt gradually appeared on the copper coin.

This bit of dirt flows through integrity, kindness, sunshine and joy, making these glories dark and depressing. Countless people's souls wail and curse in them, making the copper coins even more dazzling.

The filth flowed through the law and justice, turning the originally dark and solemn code into a golden one like the flowers before, dotted with jewels. But after the code was opened, there were only countless snow-white and fat maggots inside. They moved back and forth in the code, becoming fatter every time they entered and exited.

And from the holes where the code had been pierced and eaten, countless wriggling tears of blood would flow out, staining the surface of the copper coin with new dirt.

Dirt flows through freedom and hope, and with pleasure, decadence, food and wonderful fragrance as the core, it constructs long and thin chains that trap people firmly in place and deprive them of their many powers bit by bit.

'It's not money, it's desire... No, it's still money...'

A lot of information appeared in Chu Tai's eyes, and the shadow of Fang Kong gradually appeared in his pupils.

The original body in Jinhua Cave Heaven sensed something was wrong, sank into his mind, and gently shook the Donghuang Bell.

The ancient sound of the bell instantly defeated the aura of the copper coin, and the dirt on the surface of the copper coin turned into ashes and fell down.

The copper coin, free of external dirt, once again exudes the faint Dharma meanings of [May all wishes come true], [Attract wealth and treasure], and [Benefit the world]

After careful observation, Chu Tai discovered that the copper coin in his hand was actually a flower coin, with eight magical instruments engraved on the front and the words "give alms to the world" engraved on the back.

Chu Tai immediately understood that someone was plotting against Qingli Caixian.

These coins themselves should be special instruments prepared by the immortal Qingli Caixian. They are used as a medium to stabilize the statue, build its Taoist fruit and path to wealth, and help the imperial court stabilize transactions in various places.

But some people deliberately stirred up people's desires, causing many distracting thoughts to be stained on the surface of the copper coins layer by layer.

This may seem to contaminate the magical instrument, but in fact it is secretly eroding the Taoist fruit of Qingli Caixian.

"From the perspective of the means, although it is to incite desire, the foundation should still be the way that money can make you a god. And these means..."

Chu Tai stretched out his hand and the ashes on the ground fell in front of him.

Even after being purified by the Donghuang Bell, the ashes still contain a rotten smell of copper, a reversal of black and white, light and dark, and a sense of skinning and exploiting.

"It should be someone from Junmo Dao."

Chu Tai blew a breath, extinguished the ashes on the copper coin, and then sent it back into the statue. In an instant, the original disharmony here disappeared without a trace.

Furthermore, the power of the many statues and rituals within the temple also began to take effect, continuously increasing the vitality and spiritual activity within the temple, and even the many incenses became purer involuntarily.

In contrast, the impurities from the incense and vows gathered in the statue of the God of Wealth and on the copper coin.

The disharmony that had originally disappeared reappeared and gradually affected the pure wishes.

Of course, the magnitude of this change was very slight. If Chu Tai had not observed carefully, he would not have been able to detect the emergence of this aura.

Obviously, this is a kind of erosion, an erosion of the Qinglicaixiandao fruit.

Judging from the effects of coins and statues, this erosion has been ongoing.

Chu Tai, who was somewhat curious about this, asked Xiao Bin casually the next day when he met him: "When was the statue of Qingli Wealth Immortal enshrined here, and who enshrined it here? Looking at the material of the statue, it doesn't look like something you would buy."

Xiao Bin was a little embarrassed when he heard this and said, "This was sent by a believer at the foot of the mountain. He is considered a major sponsor of our Baiyun Temple. He loved listening to our Master's sermons in his early years. After our Master passed away, he would also offer some money every few months."

"About nine months ago, he said he had received the protection of the Qingli Wealth Fairy, so he thought of enshrining one in the temple and asked me to offer three sticks of incense every day. Is there anything wrong with this statue?"

Xiao Bin looked at Chu Tai with some confusion.

"There is no problem now, but there are some things inside that I am a little curious about. What is the name of that lay Buddhist? I will go and take a look."

Xiao Bin did not dare to be careless when he heard this. He hurriedly told Chu Tai a lot of information, and then respectfully saw Chu Tai off from Baiyun Temple.

According to the information provided by Xiao Bin, Chu Tai found the family. Before he even entered the door, he felt something was wrong.

Standing at the door, Chu Tai looked inside and frowned slightly, saying, "It's so strange. There is obviously wealth and fortune rising inside, but in my perception, this family has a feeling that it doesn't exist in reality."

Chu Tai, worried that he might have seen it wrong, was distracted and silently prayed to his original self. He borrowed the power of the Donghuang Bell and looked again. He was surprised to find that everyone in this family, from the white-haired old man to the two or three-year-old children, had certain problems with their fate, destiny, qi and blood system. They were affected by some force and no longer belonged completely to them.

Following the source of the twisted power, one can see small statues of the god Qingli Wealth enshrined in the home.

Of course, to outsiders who are not blessed by the power of the Donghuang Bell, these statues appear to be emitting a faint aura, protecting the family's fortune.

Walking inside, Chu Tai followed his feeling and heard a child crying.

"Wow, why, why, I clearly wrote it down yesterday, why did I suddenly forget it today? Am I becoming stupid again, Dad, what's wrong with me?"

The rich man beside the child's face changed slightly when he heard this. After comforting the child, he called a servant and ordered, "Go to Baiyun Temple and see if there is any misfortune with the statue of the God of Wealth. Why is Rui'er's protection gone?"

"Master, if it is because of Xiao Bin's neglect, how should I deal with it?"

The servant was smart enough to ask about how to deal with the problem before leaving.

"Go to the account office and get some more money and spiritual materials. Then go up and say some nice things to Xiao Bin and ask him to make good offerings. If that doesn't work, tell him about Rui Er's situation."

(End of this chapter)