The Buddha is actually me

Chapter 388 Lotus Dharma, Bodhi Wish

Zhang Jiuyang looked at the elegant gentleman in front of him who was dressed simply and had slightly gray hair, and he seemed to be reminded of the teachers who taught in the mountains on Earth in his previous life.

They seem to have the same quality.

It was just because of Mr. Meng's special experience and the darkness and corruption of this world that he was forced to teach his students how to survive prematurely.

Zhang Jiuyang gently pushed the money in the box, shook his head and smiled, "Mr. Meng, you should teach them this lesson yourself."

Mr. Meng didn't say anything. He lowered his head, put his palms together, chanted a Buddhist name, and a look of compassion appeared on his face.

Rays of golden light shone from his body and then dispersed into the dark night like fireflies.

Zhang Jiuyang immediately realized that something was wrong. Those firefly-like golden lights were actually Mr. Meng’s lifelong cultivation!

The other party is actually dispersing his power!
"Mr. Meng, what are you doing?"

The golden spots of light floated along with the night wind and came to the homes of the children. They were crowded in a simple house, with several people sleeping on one kang.

It was already late at night. After experiencing the initial panic and helplessness, the children were now tired of crying and fell into a deep sleep leaning against each other.

Like a group of young animals about to be abandoned.

The golden light spread on them, making them feel warm. In their sleep, the damaged parts of their bodies began to itch, and their flesh and blood moved slightly.

Reverse the Lotus Flesh and Blood Method!

Zhang Jiuyang's pupils trembled. The Lotus Flesh and Blood Method is a unique skill of Tantric Buddhism. It means that the flesh can be cut off like a lotus root, and the broken limbs can be regenerated.

But Mr. Meng did not recover from his injuries himself. Instead, he chose to use the method in reverse, consuming all his energy to give back to those children and cure their disabilities.

"Mr. Meng, why is it so?"

"Zhang Jiuyang, the Two-Faced Buddha and I are one. He is the main one and I am the auxiliary one. So I know too well how terrifying he is."

"You have to kill him no matter what, and I will clear the last obstacle for you."

While he was dispersing his energy, Mr. Meng's voice was still gentle, calm, magnetic, and his gaze was firm.

Zhang Jiuyang was stunned for a moment, then immediately understood.

Two beings, Mr. Meng was transformed by the compassion cut out by the Two-Faced Buddha. If he died, the Two-Faced Buddha would not be affected in any way, but if the Two-Faced Buddha died, Mr. Meng would also die.

He knew that Zhang Jiuyang would definitely kill the Two-Faced Buddha, so he chose to help him.

If he died, Zhang Jiuyang could kill the Two-Faced Buddha without any scruples, without being hindered by friendship.

"Don't be sad. This is something I have wanted to do for a long time but didn't have the courage to do. Zhang Jiuyang, it is your courage that encourages me."

Mr. Meng smiled very gently, gentle but firm.

He looked out the window, his gaze seemed to penetrate the dark night and he saw the students sleeping soundly on the kang.

Ma Zesheng still likes to put his legs on others, Wang Hui still likes to drool when she sleeps, Ye Haoyuan is too thin and weak, and is squeezed into the corner again, and Zhao Erpeng needs to tuck in the corner of his quilt...

He brought these children home one by one. They were so small when they were young, but now they have grown so big.

He used to have to carry an oil lamp every night and make rounds constantly, because it was very difficult for a disabled child to get up at night.

Especially those who are blind and have no legs.

These children would rather keep their faces purple and toss and turn in the middle of the night than trouble others.

Whenever that happened, he would come with a lantern and carry them on his back.

Golden light continued to flow into the children's bodies, healing their disabilities, allowing those with amputated feet to grow back two feet and the blind to regain their sight.

From now on, they can sleep peacefully even without Mr. Meng.

In sharp contrast to the children, Mr. Meng's body became increasingly dim and transparent. He had no entity to begin with, and at this moment his strength was constantly being depleted, and he was almost dissipating.

But there was no fear of death on his face, instead there was a hint of smile.

It seems like I am guessing, when the children wake up tomorrow, how surprised will they be by this 'gift'?
Zhang Jiuyang was silent. He felt a true compassion and a gentle yet firm strength from Mr. Meng.

In fact, even if he didn't come today, I believe Mr. Meng would definitely stand up in the end to protect these children.

Because didn't he see the shadow of his sister in these children?

"Zhang Jiuyang, does the world you're talking about really exist?"

Before completely dissipating, Mr. Meng asked this question again, like a dying old man, wanting to confirm again and again.

Zhang Jiuyang straightened his clothes, stood up straight, and a hint of reminiscence appeared in his eyes.

"There will be."

"One day, all children will be able to afford to go to school. They will have clean books, tidy desks, spacious and bright classrooms, and white steamed buns and white rice to fill their stomachs."

"Even children with disabilities have the right to study and receive education, and they can live a decent life without discrimination or insults."

"Such schools will be built in every mountain and among every ethnic group. Under the fluttering red flag, there will be the sound of reading..."

There was a hint of longing in Zhang Jiuyang's voice.

After coming to this world, he realized that some things he once took for granted were so precious in this world.

Even someone like Mr. Meng didn't dare to think about it and could only ask cautiously.

There was hope in Mr. Meng's eyes, as if he had seen that beautiful world following Zhang Jiuyang's words.

"very nice."

"If you think it's a good idea, then stay and take a look together. I'll find a way to deal with the two-faced Buddha."

Zhang Jiuyang still did not give up persuading him.

Mr. Meng shook his head and left the last words.

"I can't see the future you're talking about, but I believe that my students..."

"I'll see to it."

The figure disappeared, and Mr. Meng's lifelong cultivation turned into nothing. The gentleman in the blue robe who liked to make tea disappeared, and only a small Bodhi tree was left by the window. The branches had two forks, one in front and one behind, just like the brother and sister in the story.

When Zhang Jiuyang saw this scene, he suddenly felt a little blocked in his heart.

Along the way, he saw many evil hearts and atrocities committed by demons, but at the same time, he also saw many sacrifices and kindness.

This person who always emphasized that he did not believe in love and kindness was practicing love and kindness until the last moment of his life.

One thought becomes a Buddha, one thought becomes a devil.

If it weren't for his personal experience, Zhang Jiuyang would find it hard to imagine that someone like Mr. Meng would be part of the Two-Faced Buddha.

Reaching out to pick up the small Bodhi branch, Zhang Jiuyang sighed softly.

"You have such a bad gambling character. You clearly lost three sweet potatoes from me, but you refused to admit it."

He sat in this thatched hut which was so simple that it was almost bare, looking out the window at the quiet and peaceful night, and did not leave for a long time.

……

The next day, early morning.

Zhang Jiuyang planted this Bodhi tree with branches in the courtyard of the private school.

He sat on the ground without caring about his image, rolled up his sleeves, and ate the sweet roasted sweet potato. He ate three big pieces in a row and placed the last piece in front of the Bodhi tree.

"When you are tall and graceful, I will show you the world."

"Of course, if it doesn't work, don't blame me. After all, I was just bragging. If I didn't say that, how could I expect you to turn from evil to good?"

"Not convinced? Then come out and hit me."

"Haha, it seems you are convinced."

……

Zhang Jiuyang talked to himself in front of the Bodhi tree, laughing, cursing, but in the end it all turned into a long sigh.

"Okay, no more joking."

"I have taken care of your children. They will live a normal life. As for you..."

"I told them the truth, and they all knew they were able to return to normal because of your sacrifice."

"Don't scold me, this is my personality. You can die, but you can't be forgotten. Your sacrifice should be remembered and seen by others."

"In the future, students will often water and fertilize you, and will often talk to you. They will tell you that this world..."

"Is it getting better a little bit?"

At this point, Zhang Jiuyang stood up, patted the dust off his butt, glanced at Bodhi, and said with a smile: "Let's go, we'll talk later."

Turn around and leave, never looking back.

The red sun rises high, shining brightly.

The warm morning light shines on the pale green Bodhi tree, giving it a soft glow and exuding a faint sense of Zen.

The sound of reading aloud could be heard from the private school not far away.

“Clouds are paired with rain as snow is paired with wind. Flowers are paired with trees as birds are paired with insects. Clear mountains are paired with beautiful waters, green willows are paired with red peaches…”

……

When Zhang Jiuyang left the private school, Yue Ling had been waiting for a long time.

What happened last night was thrilling. Now that the dust has settled, there must be many people who want to meet Zhang Jiuyang, but they were all stopped by Yue Ling.

She just stood there, not wearing a military uniform, but a red robe, standing under a cherry tree with a spear in her arms, her long, shiny black hair tied into a ponytail, fluttering slightly in the wind.

Heroic, cool, handsome and neat.

The children were very curious about this beautiful and handsome older sister. Some of them wanted to approach her, but when they were glanced at by her cold and domineering eyes, they immediately became discouraged.

"Zhang Jiuyang, am I that scary?"

Seeing Zhang Jiuyang coming, Yue Ling suddenly asked.

Just now she wanted to teach these kids some simple Kung Fu moves, but before she could even get into position, all the little guys were scared away with just a look from her.

"Haha, you are the King Yue Ming who has frightened countless demons. How can these kids stand your aura?"

"Don't talk about them. I feel guilty when I see you glaring at me."

Yue Ling was so angry that she raised her white fist and lightly hit the cherry tree.

The falling flowers are like rain, so beautiful.

But with a snap, the cherry tree broke into two and collapsed.

Zhang Jiuyang: “…”

Yue Ling: “…”

In order to ease the embarrassment, Yue Ling quickly changed the subject.

"I have already made arrangements for these children. The private school will not change. I have hired new teachers. According to your instructions, they will not only learn to read, but also teach various skills. I believe that they can survive with their own hands in the future."

"The body of the Eight-Armed Mahakala has been turned into a sculpture, but the remaining Buddha power is very valuable. I kept a few pieces and sent the rest back to the Imperial Observatory for research. Xu Jianzheng is quite good at this."

"As for the Two-Faced Buddha, he has been imprisoned in the Heavenly Prison. The talisman has also been used to seal his sea of ​​consciousness, preventing him from leaving his body."

"What are you going to do next?"

Zhang Jiuyang didn't hesitate at all, his eyes instantly became sharp, and he uttered a word in a cold voice.

"Interrogate the two-faced Buddha!"

……

(End of this chapter)