The Buddha is actually me

Chapter 424 The Old Monk’s Identity
Hearing this audacious statement, Zhang Jiuyang was slightly shocked. Who among those who practice Buddhism dares to call himself the Buddha? Could it be that this old monk is really...

The third eye between his eyebrows opened wide, his eyes were as sharp as torches, and he looked deeply at the old monk.

This person did have the aura of a god, and he sensed a hint of divinity, but what was certain was that the other person was definitely not a god, but a mortal cultivator.

"Master Diaosou, be careful with your words. Although anyone can become a Buddha, there is only one Buddha."

Sanbao retorted with a frown.

The old monk glanced at him, shook his head and said, "That's the opposite. All living beings are in a sea of ​​suffering. Those without wisdom cannot become Buddhas. If everyone were a Buddha, there would be no Buddhas in the world."

"The Buddha was once a mortal, and he also cultivated himself step by step to become a wise person. If that's the case, why can't I sit on that lotus platform?"

Zhang Jiuyang's eyes were deep. This old monk looked old, but he had the ambition to swallow the sky. He even dared to covet the supreme position of Buddha in Buddhism.

Sanbao said without any hesitation: "The Buddha's name is not for his cultivation, but for his merits and contributions to all living beings. He once used his golden body to calm the sea of ​​suffering and his lotus platform to bring down sweet rain. But what have you done?"

The old monk laughed when he heard this and said, "Well said, so I am also helping people to be liberated."

Zhang Jiuyang put away his Heavenly Eye and said calmly, "For example, the people of Shigu Town?"

The old monk looked at him deeply and said, "Yes, with your level of Taoism, you must have seen that the people of Shigu Town are carrying a curse that will last for generations. Although this curse will not directly harm their lives, it will stimulate their evil thoughts and lead to continuous atrocities."

"The people here all have two faces and changeable personalities. Sometimes they are compassionate like Buddha, and sometimes they are violent like devils. Women who marry into this place will also be cursed after their wedding night with their husbands, and often die in childbirth."

"A hundred years ago, Shigu Town was much larger than it is now. It is because of this curse that the population has gradually dwindled and it has gradually declined."

Sanbao was shocked. What Brother Zhang said was indeed right. This curse was so vicious that it would torture the descendants of Shigu Town until they became extinct.

He had heard before that the people of Shigu Town were brave and aggressive, and had a very violent temper. Fights with weapons often occurred, and people had even died when they were drunk.

It's only because of the recent spread of a strange disease that people have been staying indoors that the riots have been less severe.

"Master Diaosou, this curse...wasn't it you who cast it?"

There was a hint of uneasiness in Sanbao's eyes. He especially didn't want the monk in front of him, who was well versed in Buddhism, to be the one who cast the curse.

"Of course not."

The old monk shook his head, looked at Sanbao with a very kind look, and said with a smile: "I am here to help them remove the curse and escape from the sea of ​​suffering."

Hearing this, Sanbao instantly breathed a sigh of relief and revealed a sincere smile.

But Zhang Jiuyang sneered and said, "Master, how are you going to lift their curse? Help the villagers of Shigu Town?"

The old monk smiled and said bluntly: "Of course... kill them all."

Boom!

Sanbao looked at the old monk in disbelief as if he had been struck by lightning.

Zhang Jiuyang didn't seem surprised at all, and said calmly: "It's like you fish for the vitality of plants, insects and fish to replenish yourself?"

"The donor is indeed very intelligent."

The fishing rod in the old monk's hand did not move, but ripples began to appear on the water surface. It turned out that it started to rain.

The drizzle of rain fell on the green mountains and clear water, wetting the clothes but not feeling cold on the face.

Sanbao, however, did not feel any coolness. He clenched his fists and gritted his teeth. He really did not want to believe that the eminent monk with profound Buddhist knowledge who had often amazed and impressed him could actually be an executioner who killed people like crazy.

"Sanbao, do you remember the test I gave you before?"

As if sensing Sanbao's emotions, the old monk suddenly asked.

Zhang Jiuyang noticed that this person seemed to care very much about the Three Treasures. Even when his Qi was locking on them, he still dared to distract himself and pay attention to others.

Sanbao slowly raised his eyes and looked at the old monk with a look that was no longer one of closeness and admiration, but rather of distance and strangeness.

"Remember, that question was about what it means to let go. Are you trying to persuade me to let go of the lives of those innocent people in Shigu Town?"

"Yes and no."

The old monk said earnestly: "What I want you to let go of is not only their lives, but also the shallow and ridiculous kindness in your heart."

After a pause, he sighed and said, "Your kindness is at most small kindness, or even evil. The real great kindness is to see the cause and effect and reincarnation clearly, and follow the will of heaven."

"It's just like the medicine shopkeeper Xu, who would not hesitate to poison the herbs for money, and would rather let the herbs rot than sell them to those in need at a low price. Shouldn't such a person die?"

"And those wealthy officials who are as ruthless as wolves and tigers, colluding with businessmen and squeezing the people, don't they deserve to die?"

Sanbao said calmly: "Even if they all deserve to die, the people are innocent."

"They deserve to die even more!"

The old monk sneered, and for the first time his emotions showed obvious fluctuations.

"Today's cause, tomorrow's result. Do you remember the words I left behind? Stone is not stone, water is not water. No one has asked about the cause and effect for a hundred years. It turns out that there will be no fish in this place."

Zhang Jiuyang seemed to have thought of something, and a gleam of light flashed in his eyes.

"Shi Fei Shi, this Shi... could it be referring to Shigu Town?"

"Yes, Shigu Town was called Cui County a hundred years ago. The local residents disrespected the Buddha and even harmed the reincarnation of a great monk. Their sins were so severe that they were cursed. They will never have peace in their lifetime..."

Hearing the old monk's words, Zhang Jiuyang was shocked and a guess emerged in his mind.

Could it be that Shigu Town was once...

"Two-faced Buddha!"

Zhang Jiuyang blurted out, and when the old monk heard this name, his expression suddenly moved and his eyes were fixed on Zhang Jiuyang.

"Does the donor know this bad disciple?"

When Zhang Jiuyang heard the word "bad disciple", a flash of light flashed through his mind, and he finally understood the true identity of the old monk in front of him, and also knew why he knew the Jade Tripod inheritance.

The abbot of Nalanda Monastery, the holy land of Tantric Buddhism in the Western Regions, Venerable Gesang!
In the story told by Mr. Meng, the two-faced Buddha, under the guidance of Mahakala Buddha, fled to the Western Regions, entered Nalanda Monastery, and was accepted as a disciple by Gesang.

Venerable Gesang is the most legendary figure in the Western Regions in hundreds of years. He was born at the beginning of the founding of the Daqian Kingdom and was the last disciple of the previous Venerable. He is not only extremely talented and brilliant, but also very resilient.

He outlasted his master and his fellow disciples.

It is said that he has a magical power called sky burial, which can cheat the heavens and borrow life. Mr. Meng once said that when the two-faced Buddha was learning his art, Gesang slept in a crystal coffin for a long time and woke up very briefly. But every time Gesang woke up, he would personally teach the two-faced Buddha to practice, which benefited him a lot and made his cultivation ability improve by leaps and bounds.

Mr. Meng used eight words to evaluate Venerable Gesang.

The mountains are lofty and unfathomable.

You know, at that time he and the Two-Faced Buddha were one and the same. This was his evaluation, and also the Two-Faced Buddha's evaluation.

If Venerable Gesang had not been in deep sleep for many years, the Two-Faced Buddha might not have dared to betray the temple and escape.

Even after joining Huangquan, the Two-Faced Buddha was always worried that Venerable Gesang would come to clean up the mess, so he always acted stealthily and did not dare to be high-profile.

It can be seen how deep an impression Venerable Gesang left on him.

After knowing the other party's identity, Zhang Jiuyang's heart became extremely solemn. The old monk in front of him, wearing a bamboo hat, was actually one of the best masters in the world.

The number one person in the Western Regions in the past six hundred years, a great master of Tantric Buddhism, and a great monk of the Grandmaster level!

There are so many legends about him, such as being born with a lotus, pacifying the sixteen kingdoms in the Western Regions with a decree, being immortal for six hundred years, and cultivating a golden body on the snowy mountain...

In the Western Regions, even the rulers of the Sixteen Kingdoms would kneel down and salute him when they saw him, claiming to be the most devout believers.

Nalanda Monastery seemed empty and had few disciples, but as long as he raised his arm and called out, he could gather thousands of believers in an instant and establish a Buddhist kingdom on earth.

During the six hundred years of Daqian, there had been many powerful rulers who wanted to expand their territory, but no one had ever considered attacking the Western Regions, because they were afraid of this old monk.

If the former Zhuge Qixing was the pillar that supported the sky of Daqian, then the current Venerable Gesang is the Zhuge Qixing of the Western Regions.

At this moment, Venerable Gesang asked Zhang Jiuyang a question.

"May I ask, benefactor, how did my bad disciple... die?"

Zhang Jiuyang felt his heartbeat quicken slightly, not because of fear or nervousness, but because of a hint of excitement, the excitement of wanting to fight against someone stronger.

Facing one of the most outstanding figures in this world, what he really wants to do is to learn about the other party's methods and see if he can match him now.

So he laughed too, with a hint of emotion in his voice.

"I killed him."

Boom!

A bolt of lightning fell from the sky, but it did not hit Zhang Jiuyang. Instead, it hit a tree nearby, burning it with lightning and turning it into charcoal.

"Venerable, your energy is finally disturbed, even if it only lasted for a moment."

Zhang Jiuyang stood with his hands behind his back, a sunny smile on his handsome face, and his voice was calm, even though the thunder had just struck next to him and passed by him.

Venerable Gesang raised his eyes, the fishing rod in his hand remained motionless, but the beard on his face fluttered slightly, and his eyes became unusually deep.

"Although it was only a moment, with your ability, you should have been able to seize my weakness just now, but you didn't make a move. Young man, you are very confident."

"Would it be possible for someone who could kill the Two-Faced Buddha to lack confidence?"

Every word Zhang Jiuyang spoke was like a knife, piercing directly into Venerable Gesang's heart.

"I was sleeping in the coffin, and suddenly I felt grief in my heart. After waking up, I realized that my disciple had died, so I traveled to the Central Plains and found this Shigu Town."

Venerable Gesang's voice remained calm, as if he were a bystander.

"The two-faced Buddha is not just my disciple. He is the reincarnation of my teacher, Venerable Jialie. Six hundred years ago, before my teacher passed away, he said that he would be reincarnated and rebuild in the future. Under the guidance of the Buddha, he would return to Nalanda Temple. By then, we would be each other's master and disciple and continue to practice Buddhism..."

Hearing this, Zhang Jiuyang raised his eyebrows sharply.

That's it!

The two-faced Buddha turned out to be the reincarnation of Venerable Jialie. He made an agreement with Venerable Gesang, just like Zhongli Quan and Lu Dongbin, who became master and disciple to each other, and created a beautiful story.

But unfortunately, Venerable Jialie was deceived by Mahakala Buddha. The other party did guide his reincarnation back to Nalanda Monastery to practice, but there were too many things mixed in.

The father who abandoned him, the non-existent sister, the kind old dean...

The Buddha Mahakala designed a cruel life for his disciple to reincarnate. The two-faced Buddha, who was kind-hearted by nature, gradually fell into distortion and hatred.

Finally, in order to carry out the Black Sky plan, the Two-Faced Buddha betrayed the promise made in his previous life and deserted the temple.

"My master was a kind and devout Buddhist, but his reincarnation killed his fellow disciples and defected. This is very strange. Now he is dead. Donor, do you know the reason?"

Facing the enemy who killed his apprentice and master in previous life, Venerable Gesang remained calm, without a trace of murderous intent in his cloudy eyes.

Zhang Jiuyang did not hide anything and told him the story about Mahakala Buddha.

"I see. No wonder I often felt an indescribable weirdness when I taught him Buddhism all those years ago. In his previous life, Master was best at the Moonlight Bodhisattva's Glazed Heart Sutra, but in this life he insisted on practicing the Mahakala secret technique. So the root of this is here."

"Unfortunately, my energy was limited at that time. I was in the critical stage of the Sky Burial Secret Technique and had no time to be distracted. Otherwise, I might have noticed it in advance and avoided it from happening."

There was a hint of regret and sorrow in Venerable Gesang's voice.

Feeling that the atmosphere on the field seemed to be less tense, Sanbao breathed a sigh of relief and stepped forward to comfort him: "Venerable, now all misunderstandings have been resolved. It was all Mahakala's fault. In this case, why do you still have to vent your anger on the people of Shigu Town?"

Strictly speaking, the people of Shigu Town are also victims. They were cursed by Mahakala Buddha. Sometimes they are as compassionate as Buddha, and sometimes they are as violent as the devil. This made the Two-Faced Buddha deeply feel the hypocrisy and multi-facetedness of human beings when he was very young.

What is more terrifying than facing malice is that you are first treated with kindness and then break it with malice.

The common people were just supporting roles in that play, or even extras, but even so, the Buddha Mahakala planted a vicious curse on them that would accompany them for generations to come.

The two-faced Buddha left Cui County and went to Nalanda Temple in the next scene of the script. However, the people of Cui County were still suffering from the harm of the poison, their emotions were out of control, and their evil thoughts were growing.

More than a hundred years have passed, and the previous generation has basically passed away, but their descendants are still suffering from the curse they once imposed.

"Sanbao, you are wrong. I will not vent my anger on anyone. I have said that I want to save them and free them from suffering."

There was compassion in Venerable Gesang's eyes, but his words were horrifying.

"So, I must kill them all. This is the greatest good."

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(End of this chapter)