The Buddha is actually me

Chapter 377: Ancient Bodhi Tree, Forbidden Art of Camphor Willow

In the humble room, Mr. Meng laughed heartily, and the look in his eyes when he looked at Zhang Jiuyang seemed to be much more intimate.

It is so rare that this person has no respect for the supreme imperial power.

"It's true that seeing is believing, Zhang Jiuyang, you gave me a big surprise. Unfortunately, there are too few people like you.

"And you think so, but what about the people around you?"

"Let's talk about the Yue Ming Wang. Although she is your close friend, she is also loyal to Daqian. The ancestral motto of their Yue family is to be loyal to the country. If she knew that you are such a lawless person who has no respect for the emperor or the father, would she still stand firmly by your side?"

After laughing, Mr. Meng continued to make tea, but asked a very sharp question.

Zhang Jiuyang remained silent for a long time without answering.

This was actually what he was worried about. If one day he had a conflict with the emperor, Yue Ling would inevitably be caught in the middle and be caught in a dilemma.

Will she still help herself?
Zhang Jiuyang did not have this confidence.

Even though the current emperor is incompetent and has a bad relationship with the Imperial Observatory, the emperor is still the emperor, and the ancients' idea of ​​loyalty to the emperor is ingrained in their bones.

Yue Ling's greatest ambition is to emulate his ancestor Yue Jingzhong and become the world's military commander, expand territory, be invincible in battle, and create a good story of monarch and minister.

"And even if you kill the emperor and support a new one, people will always change and die. What's more, there are some more terrifying beings hidden in this world. They are far more terrifying than the incompetent emperor."

Mr. Meng's words were earnest and seemed to be hinting at something.

“You have to eat one bite at a time and walk one step at a time. Only by doing it can you succeed. If you don’t do it, you will never succeed.”

"Whether they are the emperor or the evil gods hiding in the shadows, they will all become the dust of history one day. If I can't do it, someone else will send them to their deaths."

Zhang Jiuyang's voice was very firm, without a trace of loss, optimistic and fearless.

He bears the mark of that era.

The road to the pass is as hard as iron, but now we can start over again, over again. The mountains are like the sea, and the setting sun is like blood.

"I believe Yue Ling will not give up. She will definitely stand by my side."

"Oh?"

Mr. Meng smiled and said, "Why are you so confident? Yue Ling is not a woman who will be blinded by emotions."

"Just because I'm right."

"Just because I trust her, she can judge that I am right."

"What we want to leave to our descendants must not be a world where the emperor is incompetent and demons are rampant. No one is a weed that should be abandoned, not even the children in your private school."

Mr. Meng paused slightly while making tea.

"If even those of us who are capable have given up, are we going to let those disabled children fight for it on their own?"

“The right to survive is always won through struggle, not charity from masters, and certainly not gained by meekly enduring, but earned through bloodshed and sacrifice.”

“We may fail and die, but our spirit will be passed on like a flame, and finally... be remembered forever!”

Perhaps it was the contact with Mr. Meng today that deeply touched Zhang Jiuyang, or perhaps these words had been suppressed in his heart for too long.

For the first time, Zhang Jiuyang spoke out all the words in his heart, not to Yue Ling, but to a stranger he met for the first time.

Those outrageous remarks were like the sound of a huge bell or thunder, echoing for a long time in this small and shabby thatched house.

Mr. Meng stopped making tea completely. He savored and chewed on Zhang Jiuyang's words, with a hint of emotion in his eyes.

"Listening to your words is worth ten years of reading."

Mr. Meng pushed a cup of tea in front of Zhang Jiuyang and sighed, "It's a pity that you came too late. Some things can't be changed."

Zhang Jiuyang wanted to say something, but he waved his hand and said, "No need to say anything more, drink tea first."

Zhang Jiuyang picked up the teacup and took a sip.

His eyes lit up instantly. The taste was elegant, mellow, fresh and natural. He felt as if he was standing under an ancient Bodhi tree, hearing the bell of an ancient temple and the wooden fish in front of the Buddha.

Sparks of inspiration suddenly emerged in Zhang Jiuyang's mind. In the practice of the Thirty-Six Jade Ding Techniques, many obstacles he had encountered were resolved one after another. He even gained a deeper understanding of the Jade Ding Profound Art.

nice one!
This tea actually has the miraculous effect of helping people attain enlightenment and increase wisdom!

Moreover, it can play such a great role for him now, which shows how precious this thing is. It is definitely some kind of rare treasure in the world.

"This is tea from an ancient Bodhi tree. Legend has it that the Buddha spent seven years under the tree trying to gain enlightenment, defeating many demons and finally achieving enlightenment. This tree has become spiritual, and its leaves can help people gain enlightenment."

When Zhang Jiuyang heard the word "Buddha", he subconsciously became alert. After all, the existence behind the two-faced Buddha was called Buddha.

Mr. Meng seemed to sense his thoughts, smiled faintly, and said: "This is the real Buddha, not a fake one."

Zhang Jiuyang's heart trembled.

Sure enough, he knew about the Buddha, had a close relationship with the White Bone Bodhisattva, and seemed to be involved in the Black Sky Plan. Could he be...

"What you said today is worthy of this cup of tea."

Mr. Meng sensed Zhang Jiuyang's fear, but remained indifferent. He said calmly: "I was going to kill you today. The tea will contain a soul-splitting curse. No matter how powerful you are, you will become confused and your spirit will be scattered." "Even if you don't drink the tea, I will still put a curse on you."

As Mr. Meng said this, he flicked his sleeves and out floated little figures carved from camphorwood. They all looked somewhat similar to Zhang Jiuyang.

Zhang Jiuyang's pupils condensed and his body tensed instantly.

He felt an extremely terrible resentment from these villains.

"The mysterious art of the camphor willow, the magic of the spirit brother and the spirit sister!"

He stared at the wooden figures and finally confirmed that this was the evil magic that the Two-Faced Buddha used to almost kill Old Lady Shen!

If Zhuge Yunhu had not arrived in time and cast a spell to break the situation, the entire Shen family would be leaderless now.

Senior Zhuge once said that there are ten kinds of Zhangliu mysterious arts, all of which are strange and evil forbidden arts, and Lingge Lingjie's method is one of them.

The so-called Ling Ge and Ling Jie method is to use camphor wood to make Ling Ge and willow wood to make Ling Jie, and then take the skulls of forty-nine boys and girls, grind them into powder, fill the hollow parts, fry black beans with oil in the middle of the night, trap the ghosts on the wooden men and chant spells, and it will take forty-nine days to refine them into a pair.

If one could refine forty-nine pairs, he could even curse and kill a sixth-level immortal!

There are nine pairs of wooden figures in front of us, which means that there are lives of 441 children here!

Zhang Jiuyang's eyes suddenly became dangerous, and he looked at Mr. Meng with a cold look.

But he had some doubts in his heart. If Mr. Meng was really a two-faced Buddha and he killed all these children, then how could he explain his behavior in the private school today?
That kind of genuine concern and love cannot be faked.

Zhang Jiuyang really didn't want to believe that Mr. Meng, who taught children to write with wooden sticks and loess, and dug earthworms and picked up garbage with the children, was the two-faced Buddha who committed many evil deeds and killed countless people.

"But you didn't use these on me in the end. When did you give up your murderous intent?"

Zhang Jiuyang suddenly asked.

"Maybe it was when you sat down to eat sweet potatoes, maybe it was when you taught them to fish, maybe... just now."

Mr. Meng spit out rays of glass-colored flame from his mouth, which burned all the wooden figures to ashes. Tiny souls could be seen among them, which did not scream in the flames but instead laughed and gradually disappeared.

"This is the Buddhist Pure Land of the West, the Glazed Heavenly Fire. It can burn away their resentment and hostility and help them transcend."

"Zhang Jiuyang, I know you have a lot of questions to ask me now. Go ahead and ask. Of course, I may not answer all of them."

Mr. Meng took a sip of tea.

Originally, he planned not to tell anyone anything, but Zhang Jiuyang's words today shocked him greatly. Although he could not turn back, he was willing to say more to help him solve his doubts.

"Okay, first question."

Zhang Jiuyang did not hesitate and asked immediately, "Did you teach Xiaoyu the Heart Sutra of the White Bone Bodhisattva back then? Was it because of the pills you gave Dashachun that Xiaoyu was able to get pregnant later?"

"it's me."

Mr. Meng was very frank and did not hide anything.

"The purpose of enlightening Xiaoyu was to make her pregnant, because only the special fetus born from her and others can withstand the possession of the true spirit of the White Bone Bodhisattva."

"In our original plan, Xiaoyu would die, and pass on all her demonic powers to the fetus, so that the fetus's body could grow rapidly and reach the point where the White Bone Bodhisattva's true spirit could possess it as soon as possible."

"But I didn't expect that you were so capable that you actually reversed destiny. Not only did you save Xiaoyu, but you also removed the mark left by the White Bone Bodhisattva. Our plan completely failed."

"Of course, even though we failed, the White Bone Bodhisattva will not give up. It's like a dog that sees a bone and will always think about it until one day it peeks at the body again."

Zhang Jiuyang's heart moved, and he noticed that he was talking about us, and when talking about the White Bone Bodhisattva, there was undisguised disdain and disgust in the other party's words.

"As for why we asked the White Bone Bodhisattva to descend to the world, I cannot tell you yet."

Zhang Jiuyang nodded, and then asked the second question.

"Are you... a two-faced Buddha?"

When asking this question, Zhang Jiuyang stared at the other person closely, not missing any subtle changes.

The person in front of me is most likely the real Two-Faced Buddha.

He knows the magic of Lingge and Lingjie, and possesses profound and exquisite Buddhist magic power. The Western Pure Land Lapis Lazuli Sky Fire he just displayed seemed to be the magical power of Nalanda Temple of the Western Tantric Buddhism.

Moreover, the Two-Faced Buddha, as the name suggests, has one side that is compassionate like a Buddha and the other side that is evil like a devil.

The two-faced Buddha in Huangquan is very sinister and vicious, showing the devil's side, while Mr. Meng in front of him is compassionate and kind, showing the Buddha's side.

Faced with this question, Mr. Meng was silent for a moment, and finally spoke slowly.

"I am a two-faced Buddha."

"But the two-faced Buddha... is not me."

"If you want to listen, I can tell you the story of a pair of conjoined twins..."

After a pause, he shook his head and said with emotion: "I haven't talked about it for a long time. Suddenly I realized that it was more than a hundred years ago."

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(End of this chapter)