The Buddha is actually me

Chapter 125: The third transformation of Xuan Gong, the indestructible golden body

Zhang Jiuyang only felt a flash before his eyes, and he unexpectedly appeared on top of a mountain thousands of feet high, surrounded by surging clouds and the red sun was rising at dawn.

An old monk in white robes sat on the top of the peak, holding a string of Buddhist beads made of red beans. He had long eyebrows and kind eyes, and his temperament was gentle and peaceful.

When Zhang Jiuyang saw the other person for the first time, he was shocked because the old monk's face was faintly emitting a gold foil color.

Yue Ling once said that Taoists cultivate golden elixirs while Buddhists cultivate relics. The more relics one has, the higher one's Taoism. According to legend, after the Buddha's death, there were 84,000 relics, the most in Buddhism.

When the number of relics reaches a certain level, the skin of the Buddhist monk will appear faintly golden even if he does not practice martial arts. When he reaches this level, he is only one step away from achieving the legendary Arhat status.

The state of Arhat in this world corresponds to the eighth state of Taoism - the Yang God!

This means that the old monk in front of him had reached the seventh level of cultivation when he was alive, the same as Zhuge Qixing, and was only one step away from breaking through to the eighth level and attaining the golden body of Arhat!
Zhang Jiuyang was immediately filled with awe.

In fact, whether it is Buddhism or Taoism, those who can cultivate to such a high level are all masters, and they all have a very deep understanding of the world.

Although everyone's paths are different, looking at the past and present, we can see that they are all seekers of the truth who have a long and arduous journey to achieve their goals, and they have many things in common.

Of course, conflicts sometimes arise due to differences in ideas, but at least in terms of exorcising demons and monsters, they are roughly the same.

"Amitabha, you have a good foundation. A long whistle at the Hundred Days' Gate has awakened me."

Zhang Jiuyang's heart moved when he heard this.

The Yinmo Luo Fruit is the product of a great monk who sacrificed his body to feed the demon and converted the evil spirits in hell when he passed away. It indeed contains a trace of the monk's soul.

Otherwise, how could it be possible to inherit a magical power for nothing?

Just by hearing these words, the monk seemed to have been awake for a long time, but he had been observing silently.

"Don't worry, benefactor. I am not an evil spirit that has possessed another person, but a monk from Baiyun Temple. The remnant of my soul is only a trace of obsession."

Zhang Jiuyang's eyes moved. Baiyun Temple is the most famous temple in Yongzhou. It is the ancestral home of Zen Buddhism that has been passed down for thousands of years and is still the leader of Daqian Buddhism.

Just like the Yuding Palace of Taoism, it is the holy place of each faction, but the Yuding Palace was destroyed due to a disaster, and Baiyun Temple has been passed down to this day.

The old monk revealed his identity as a monk from Baiyun Temple, obviously to make Zhang Jiuyang feel at ease and to indicate that he had no ill intentions.

"May I ask the monk's name?"

The old monk shook his head upon hearing this and sighed, "The past is like smoke, gone with the wind. I have long forgotten my name. The only thing I cannot let go of is the unique martial arts that I have painstakingly created for nearly a hundred years. I really cannot bear to see it lost."

"If I guess correctly, the monk didn't fancy me at first."

Zhang Jiuyang smiled slightly and said.

The old monk's eyes showed a strange color, and he said frankly: "Yes, although the donor has a deep foundation, it is a solid Taoist foundation. And if I guess correctly, it should be the first mysterious skill of Taoism, the Jade Tripod Nine Immortals Diagram. The donor should be a direct disciple of the Jade Tripod Palace."

Zhang Jiuyang's eyes were filled with ripples, and he keenly noticed that he called the Jade Ding Xuan Gong the Jade Ding Nine Immortals Diagram.

Although they are both the same skills, the name Yuding Xuan Gong was not coined until after Daqian. Before Daqian, it was called Yuding Jiuxiantu.

Later, it was said that the headmaster of the Jade Ding Palace received a dream from the master, who said that the name of the Nine Immortals Diagram was too ostentatious and would easily bring disaster, so he changed it to Jade Ding Mysterious Art.

Unfortunately, although the name was changed, Yuding Palace still could not avoid the disaster. It was said that a huge monster crashed into the mountain and the entire Taoist palace was reduced to ashes.

"To be honest, I am not a disciple of the Jade Ding Palace, which has already been destroyed. I just practiced the Jade Ding Mysterious Skill by chance. Of course, I am indeed a disciple of the Taoist sect, so it is reasonable for you not to teach me the Buddhist magical powers."

Zhang Jiuyang was open and frank.

No matter how powerful this old monk is, no matter how strong his magical powers are, how can he compare to Jigong, the Arhat who subdued the dragon and descended to the earth? How can he compare to Guanyin, one of the four great Bodhisattvas?

If one wants to gain supernatural powers, he would cheat and lie, but he would not do that.

Again, a cultivator should be the master of power, rather than letting power influence his own character, eventually going astray without knowing it.

Hearing this, the old monk seemed touched.

"I didn't expect that even the Yuding Palace was destroyed. I wonder how my Baiyun Temple is doing now?"

“It is still the most famous temple in Daqian Buddhism.”

The old monk was silent for a long time, then shook his head and sighed: "Daqian... It seems that Dajing has finally been destroyed. The Jade Ding Palace, which has been passed down for thousands of years, and the Dajing Dynasty, which has been passed down for hundreds of years, can be destroyed. Even if my magical power is lost, what does it matter?"

He chuckled and said, "You have never lied to me, you are truly kind and honest. Only someone with such a character can be trusted by me."

Zhang Jiuyang was startled and asked, "Are you still going to pass it to me?"

The old monk nodded and said with a smile: "I believe that with your character, you will not use your supernatural powers to cause harm or do evil. This is enough."

What is more important than the loss of supernatural powers is that they are passed on to the wrong person.

If his supernatural powers were obtained by someone with an evil mind and brought disaster to the people, he would rather his unique skills be lost forever.

"Donor, please take a good look. This old monk's magical power has three levels. The first level is called Bronze Arhat, which is invulnerable to swords and spears."

As he finished speaking, the old monk's skin glowed with a faint bronze glow, and swords and knives flashed in the air, but when they fell on him, they only made metal and stone sounds and splashed sparks without hurting his flesh at all.

It really looks like a bronze arhat.

"The second level is called Iron Arhat, which is invulnerable to water and fire."

The copper light on his body deepened and turned into the color of black iron, appearing more solid. He sat cross-legged quietly in the flames and ice, chanting the Buddha's name calmly without a trace of pain.

"As for the third floor, it is called——"

"I know, it's Jin Luohan!"

Zhang Jiuyang said with confidence.

The old monk shook his head and smiled, "The third level is called... the Immortal Golden Body."

Zhang Jiuyang: “…”

Why is the style of the third layer so different from the first two layers?

The old monk laughed loudly, and boundless golden light suddenly burst out from his body, as if he was made of gold, like the golden arhat in the temple who subdues demons and ghosts.

Even the red sun at dawn was suppressed by the golden light on his body, as if he was the brilliant sun that illuminated the three realms and ten directions.

The old monk let out a long howl, which was like a wind blowing through the clouds and waves, blowing through the vast sea of ​​clouds to create a clear road leading to the sky.

Even a thousand-foot-high mountain seemed unable to support this seven-foot golden body, and it was actually somewhat shaky.

So strong and fierce!
"The third transformation of the mysterious skill, the golden body is indestructible!"

"It can be struck by the thunder of heaven but not damaged, it can be burned by the fire of earth but not melted, it can be slashed by the divine weapon but not hurt, it is indestructible, and it is immortal with heaven and earth!"

Zhang Jiuyang was surprised when he heard this: "Doesn't that mean we can live forever?"

The old monk's eyes dimmed upon hearing this, and the dazzling golden light gradually dissipated. He sighed deeply and said, "There is only one trick to break the indestructible golden body I created. Do you know what it is?"

Zhang Jiuyang shook his head.

"It's the years."

The old monk sighed, "No matter how powerful my magical powers are, they are no match for my fate. I am conceited and I am not afraid of thousands of swords and knives, but I cannot defeat the fleeting time and the passing of days and months."

Time is ruthless and kills the geniuses.

He was a rare genius in Buddhism, who could create such magical powers. He was full of vigor and heroic spirit. However, as time passed and his beard and eyebrows turned white, he suddenly realized.

What is immortal is only the golden body, not himself.

Eventually, the Vajra was shattered, leaving only an immortal body, and his soul returned to nirvana. If it had not attracted the covetousness of the Mara ghost, he might not have had the chance to leave behind a legacy.

"Back then, I was too persistent. I wanted to fight against the heavens. I refused to accept any disciples, left no way out, and insisted on closing myself in seclusion. Naturally, I failed."

"Donor, if there is a chance in the future, I hope you can choose a disciple of Baiyun Temple with good character and pass this magical power to him. This will also fulfill my last wish."

Zhang Jiuyang nodded and said, "That's right."

"Great kindness."

The old monk instantly came in front of Zhang Jiuyang and pointed a finger at his forehead.

The gold foil-like color on his skin faded quickly and was transferred to Zhang Jiuyang's body, and finally turned into a mole on the palm of his hand, as if it had been lightly touched with a brush dipped in gold liquid.

All kinds of information appeared in Zhang Jiuyang's mind, including patterns of acupuncture points and meridians throughout the human body, key points of Qi circulation, and even secret recipes for medicinal baths and medicinal diets...

He silently released the Lingguan Jue on his back. It seemed that the other party really had no intention of taking over his body.

One must always be on guard against others. Zhang Jiuyang has experienced so many dangers along the way that he no longer trusts others easily.

"Amitabha, we are together by fate. I have left you a gift. The golden mole on your palm contains my last bit of magic power, which is enough to enable you to open an immortal golden body. No one below the eighth realm can hurt you. As for the eighth realm..."

"I have never encountered one before. I will know only after fighting him."

Although it is just a simple sentence, it contains an indescribable confidence.

It’s not that the eighth realm cannot be defeated, but that it has never been encountered before. Otherwise, once the golden body is opened, it is hard to say who will win.

This is the confidence and self-confidence that only the strongest people who have experienced hundreds of battles and dominated an era can have.

Zhang Jiuyang bowed and said sincerely, "Thank you, great monk. I will definitely live up to your trust!"

The old monk was now extremely old, his originally smooth skin had become full of wrinkles, and each wrinkle was carved by the years.

He sat cross-legged on the edge of the cliff, hunched over, trembling, looking at the eternal sun, with his palms clasped together and his voice trembling slightly.

"May I ask the Buddha..."

His voice was a little uneasy, his snow-white beard fluttered in the wind, and the wrinkles on his face seemed to glow with a different brilliance.

"How can one live forever?"

The sound was like a huge bell, echoing over the mountains, like an ant's cry to the heavens, tragic and fierce.

He fought against time all his life, but ultimately failed.

Let alone becoming a Buddha in the ninth realm, he was one step away from even becoming an Arhat in the eighth realm, and he was unable to break through in his entire life.

The word "longevity" has nothing to do with Buddhism or Taoism, but is the lifelong pursuit of every monk.

As a devout Buddhist disciple, at the last moment of his life, he couldn't help but question the Buddha.

How to achieve immortality?

The road is long and dangerous, with no sight of the future.

Not only him, for thousands of years, except for the Buddha recorded in ancient books, no one in Buddhism has been able to cultivate to the ninth level.

No matter how gifted or extraordinary you are, in the end you will just be a pile of dust and dry bones in a tomb.

The legendary ninth realm seems like a wonderful lie.

Zhang Jiuyang watched all this silently until the old monk's figure completely disappeared and the surrounding world quickly collapsed like a broken lens.

When I opened my eyes again, the moon was in the middle of the sky, shining brightly on the world.

Zhang Jiuyang looked at the golden mole on his palm and sighed softly.

Today people do not see the ancient times and the moon, this month once looked like the ancients.

Today he met another determined seeker of truth. Although the other party also fell on the road to immortality, his spirit of fighting against the heaven and refusing to regret even in death deeply touched him.

"Brother Jiu, why are you silent?"

Ali waved her hand in front of him.

Zhang Jiuyang tapped her head, put away those thoughts and emotions, and said with a smile: "It's a great harvest tonight, we have to celebrate!"

After a hundred days of hard work, the Dharma Eye was opened, the third realm was broken, and the golden body supernatural power was obtained.

This harvest is indeed rich. It is the biggest breakthrough since Zhang Jiuyang traveled through time. How can he not celebrate?
"Okay, I'll go cook. What do you want to eat, Brother Jiu?"

"Stop doing it, go to Zuiyue Restaurant, order a dragon fish feast, and some good wine!"

Ah Li was a little puzzled and said, "Brother Jiu, I heard that only masters who passed the imperial examination are qualified to enjoy the dragon fish banquet. Even if you have money, they won't prepare it..."

Snapped!
Zhang Jiuyang slapped the deed of Zuiyue Restaurant in front of her and said with a smile, "Others can't order it, but do they dare not listen to what I say?"

Yue Ling kept his word and sent the letter along with the land deeds of major commercial banks in Qingzhou.

It is no exaggeration to say that Zhang Jiuyang is now even qualified to compete for the position of the richest man in Qingzhou.

money?
I can’t spend it all, I can’t spend it all!
"Brother Jiu, it's so late. If you drink, can we still open the stall on time tomorrow?"

The little girl had no idea how rich her ninth brother was now, and was still thinking about the little income she made from setting up a fortune-telling stall.

Zhang Jiuyang laughed loudly and said, "You are useless!"

Ali made a face and then went out with Qingji. Their conversation could be heard from a distance.

"Second sister, I want to eat crabs, especially the big ones!"

"Didn't you say that since they are all aquatic creatures, they are all your friends?"

Qingji swallowed his saliva and said, "I decided to break up with them first, and then play with them after I'm full!"

Zhang Jiuyang: “…”

After a long time, he smiled and looked at the bright moon above his head again.

Instead of worrying about longevity and tossing and turning, it is better to let nature take its course and cherish the people around you who are willing to share the good and bad times with you.

In this way, even if you cannot live forever, you will have no regrets.

Just like the Buddhist beads made of red beans, there must be a story about regret hidden in it, and the monk was unable to let it go until the end.

Well, no regrets...

Now that the Hundred Days' Restraint is over, can we do something popular to make up for the regrets of our past and present lives?

As the saying goes, a hundred days pass and a hundred days pass. I certainly won’t be that indulgent, but it’s always possible to relax my body and mind and appreciate some art, right?

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(End of this chapter)