The Buddha is actually me

Chapter 425: All the winds and rains from all directions are in the gourd

"What great kindness? This is just your wishful thinking. What qualifications do you have to decide the life and death of others?"

Zhang Jiuyang sneered unceremoniously: "It turns out there are no fish here. No fish means nothing left. From the beginning, you didn't intend to leave any chance for the people of Shigu Town to survive."

Venerable Gesang said calmly: "They had no way to survive. I just ended their suffering in advance. Being merciful for a moment is not kindness. It will only prolong this suffering."

"well said."

Zhang Jiuyang suddenly laughed and said, "Old monk, I see that you are living a very painful life. The so-called sky burial secret technique must have a high price. Rather than letting you live in such a miserable state, why not let me help you solve your pain?"

Venerable Gesang frowned slightly.

"Don't confuse me with them."

"How ridiculous! You are allowed to help others end their suffering, but you are not allowed to let others help you. Don't do to others what you don't want others to do to you. You have lived for six hundred years and you don't want to die. Why should you let others die?"

Zhang Jiuyang shook his head and laughed. The longer a person lives and the higher his cultivation level is, the higher he is.

The current number one person in the Western Regions, Venerable Gesang, is no exception. He seems to regard himself as a god who can easily decide the survival and destruction of all beings, but when it comes to himself, he cannot accept it.

What a double standard!
"And do you dare to say that deep down in your heart you don't have the slightest thought of punishing those people who once persecuted the Two-Faced Buddha?"

Venerable Gesang did not admit this, but said: "Disrespecting Buddhism and harming my teacher should be punished, but I saw that they were trapped in the spell and could not extricate themselves, so I felt compassion and helped them to break free. This is actually repaying evil with virtue and letting go of hatred. I have no regrets."

"Without a guilty conscience?"

Zhang Jiuyang sneered and said, "Do you feel guilty about that Shopkeeper Xu?"

Venerable Gesang paused slightly.

"I am very familiar with the Avalokitesvara Daluo Mantra. Although Shopkeeper Xu loved money before, he would not do anything so unscrupulous. Why did his personality change so suddenly?"

"Also, he is not a snake demon, so why did he learn magic? Who was behind him instigating him to poison? Who taught him magic?"

Zhang Jiuyang's voice shocked Sanbao, and they looked at Venerable Gesang in disbelief.

"Yes, it's me."

After a moment's silence, Venerable Gesang did not hide anything but admitted what he had done.

"Why, why?"

Sanbao questioned. He did have doubts about this matter. Although Manager Xu was a bit greedy, Tongren Pharmacy was also a time-honored brand in Shigu Town. It had been peaceful for decades. How could he suddenly start selling drugs with poison?

Originally he thought that Shopkeeper Xu was a demon, but now it seems that Shopkeeper Xu was just being used.

"I did use the Avalokitesvara Daluo Mantra, but this technique can only magnify the evil thoughts in people's hearts, but it cannot create something out of nothing. If he has no greed in his heart, how could he be bewitched by me?"

Sanbao shook his head vigorously and said loudly, "No, people's hearts are full of evil thoughts, so they need to be influenced by the Dharma. What's the difference between you using supernatural powers to test mortals and using water to test a person who is about to die of thirst?"

"Master Gesang, what you are practicing is no longer Buddhism, but the devil's way!"

Faced with this renowned Buddhist legend, Sanbao, a young man who had just started out, actually dared to firmly call it Buddhism, his voice powerful and filled with righteous indignation.

Venerable Gesang was not angry. Perhaps, over the long years, he had already suppressed all the emotions deep in his heart and had forgotten how to be angry.

"Child, whether it is a Buddha or a demon, your decision does not count, nor does my decision. Even the Buddha's decision does not count. Only the winner's decision counts."

"As I said, if all living beings are Buddhas, there would be no Buddhas in the world. The lofty position of Buddha is destined to be occupied by only those with great wisdom and perseverance. When you experience more, you will understand that even Buddha, who claims that all living beings are equal, has different levels of honor and inferiority."

“Buddhism is far more cruel than you think.”

Venerable Gesang looked at the Three Jewels with a rare hint of sadness in his eyes.

The main reason why he spent so much energy and time on this little monk, besides seeing that he had extraordinary qualifications, was that he saw his former self in Sanbao.

Once upon a time, he was so simple, devoted to Buddhism, extremely pious, bowing every three steps, and walked thousands of miles for several months until he reached the top of the sacred mountain. His knees and forehead were covered with a thick layer of blood scabs.

Then I met Master Venerable Jialie.

But looking back, that happened six hundred years ago.

"Sanbao, let me tell you why."

Zhang Jiuyang said, "Because he wants you to agree with his philosophy, and then join Nalanda Monastery and inherit his legacy."

"So he designed this drama with the secret technique of Guanzi Daluo, secretly inciting Shopkeeper Xu to poison you, wanting you to see people's hypocrisy and evil thoughts, so that he could teach you what it means to let go."

A trace of disgust flashed across Zhang Jiuyang's eyes.

What is the difference between Venerable Gesang’s behavior and that of Mahakala, the Buddha who designed the two-faced Buddha?
Just like the same raccoon dog.

It seems that the long six hundred years have not made him more compassionate, but more indifferent, and more and more like those gods.

He put the Three Treasures together, chanted the Buddha's name, and then slowly opened his eyes and said word by word: "If this is letting go, then I would rather not let go. Be it obsession or attachment, I will not let go." After a pause, he looked directly into the eyes of Venerable Gesang. The four eyes, one big and one small, one old and one young, met. One pair of eyes was turbid and vicissitudes, and the other pair was clear and firm.

"I couldn't let it go before, I can't let it go now, and I won't let it go in the future!"

A ripple finally appeared in the eyes of Venerable Gesang. Looking at those eyes, he suddenly remembered the sky above the Bog Snow Mountain.

He walked thousands of miles and bowed every three steps, and finally collapsed exhausted on the top of the sacred mountain. At that time, he lay on the ground, looking at the sky above the sacred mountain, which was also so clean and clear, without any flaw, which made the young boy feel extremely moved.

It was as if I had received a response from God.

But when I think back on it now, even that feeling of being touched has become vague and unfamiliar.

After a long time, a smile slowly appeared on the wrinkled face of Venerable Gesang. It seemed that he had not smiled like this for a long time, so much so that even his wrinkles seemed a little stiff.

He stretched out a fishing hand and touched Sanbao's head like the master who once appeared in the snowy mountains.

"It's okay. If you can't let it go, I'll help you."

Boom!

Thunder and lightning began to flash in the sky, dark clouds rolled in, and in an instant, strong winds howled. The originally drizzling rain began to rapidly grow heavier, creating ripples on the calm water surface.

Zhang Jiuyang stepped forward, pulled Sanbao behind him, looked up at the sky with a solemn look in his eyes.

"Venerable Gesang, I will warn you one last time. This is not the Western Regions, but Kyushu, the border of Daqian, the homeland of the Han people. If you insist on doing it, you will bear the consequences at your own risk."

When he said the last four words, there was a hint of murderous intent in Zhang Jiuyang's voice.

Although he did not have enough confidence that he could defeat the number one man in the Western Regions in the past six hundred years, this was Yongzhou, the territory of Daqian.

As long as he could delay for a moment, the noise of their fight would be enough to attract the attention of many people. Apart from anything else, Baiyun Temple is in Yongzhou.

As the ancestral home of Zen Buddhism, it would naturally not watch the people of Yongzhou being slaughtered by the Tantric Buddhists.

And Zhang Jiuyang has another trump card, that is Yue Ling.

Yue Ling had been in seclusion in the gourd and had passed the most critical moment. She had sent a message to him, saying that if he encountered danger and needed help, she could break out at any time.

It’s just that Zhang Jiuyang didn’t want to disturb her easily. She was now digesting the gains from the visualization diagram of the Nine Heavens Mysterious Lady. If she could stay in seclusion for one more day, she would gain more benefits.

This is also the reason why he dared to leave the gourd.

Yue Ling's cultivation has improved by leaps and bounds now, and she may have inherited the magical powers of the Queen Mother of the West. To be honest, even Zhang Jiuyang may not be able to defeat her.

When the two of them join forces, there are very few people in the world who can match them. Even if facing a legendary figure like Venerable Gesang who has been famous for six hundred years, they have the confidence to fight him.

"Young man, six hundred years ago, my master once fought with Master Miao, the last head of the Jade Tripod Palace, but unfortunately he lost by one move, which is a pity."

He looked reminiscing and sighed, "The magic of the Jade Ding Palace is indeed amazing, and Master Miao is also extremely talented. I just wonder if it still has the charm it once had when it came to you?"

"Six hundred years ago, I was just a boy serving tea. Today, I will meet you, the heir of Yuding Palace, to help my master make up for his regrets."

His voice was calm and firm, without any wavering from beginning to end.

Zhang Jiuyang was not surprised. The man in front of him was a master from the Western Regions who had lived for six hundred years. His determination was so strong that it could not be shaken by just a few words.

Then let’s see the real thing with our own hands!

Boom!

The rain was getting heavier and heavier, and it was already a torrential rain. However, no matter how strong the wind and rain were, they automatically avoided Zhang Jiuyang and could not wet his clothes.

"Your Excellency has a cruel heart. It seems that he wants to flood the entire Shigu Town with heavy rain."

Zhang Jiuyang saw the flow of yin and yang energy in his eyes. He calculated with his fingers using the Liu Yao technique and found that the rain would last for an hour and the total amount of water would be nine feet, three inches and forty-two points, just enough to submerge the entire Shigu Town.

Men, women, young and old, no one more and no one less, all will be swallowed up by this rainstorm!
Sure enough, this person's ability to call the wind and rain has reached perfection, and is accurate to the millimeter. His water-control method alone is comparable to that of Commander Ji.

"What a heavy rain! It would be a pity if it dispersed. Venerable Gesang, I need your rain. Please lend it to me."

Zhang Jiuyang's pupils gleamed with brilliance. He did not choose to perform the Jade Tripod Thirty-Six Techniques to pray for rain and clear skies. Although he could now call the wind and rain, he did not have the confidence that he could be stronger than the other party in this regard.

In that case, use a safer one.

Zhang Jiuyang patted the purple gold gourd on his waist and said with a smile: "Master Gourd, don't you always complain about being thirsty? In this heavy rain, I will invite you to drink to your heart's content!"

The next moment, the purple gold treasure gourd turned into precious light and shot up into the sky, growing bigger and bigger.

puff!
The mouth of the gourd opened wide, emitting thousands of brilliant lights and giving off infinite suction, like the entrance to another world, causing ripples in the surrounding void.

Wind and rain from all directions all go into the gourd.

(End of this chapter)