The Buddha is actually me

Chapter 431 The Golden Buddha Speaks, the Bodhisattva in Flesh
Pass away?

As soon as these words came out, Zhang Jiuyang and the other two looked at each other in surprise.

They had just made preparations for a bloody battle and were in the heat of battle, especially Yue Ling, whose dragon-elephant muscles had just been opened and his spear had just been warmed up, and yet the opponent was suddenly going to die?

You know, even when facing the siege of the three of them, Venerable Gesang did not fall at all and fully demonstrated the demeanor of a great master of the Western Regions.

"Amitabha, please be careful, there may be fraud."

The black-robed monk, also known as the Tongji monk, turned the Buddhist beads in his hand. The sun wheel between his eyebrows was shining with golden light, and it seemed to be rotating slightly, emitting a mysterious and majestic aura.

This attracted the attention of Zhang Jiuyang and Yue Ling.

After joining forces to fight the enemy, the three of them put aside some of their grudges. At least they were all from Jiuzhou, and facing foreign enemies, they still shared the same hatred.

"It is difficult to obtain a human body, so we should remember death now; we should know how to escape from all sufferings; if there is no suffering, there is no other shore."

Venerable Gesang sat down cross-legged, his body slowly landing on a bluestone. The aura on his body, which was originally as strong as a mountain, quickly melted away like ice and snow, and the smell of decay became more and more intense.

The wrinkles on the skin became deeper, like dried annual rings.

Zhang Jiuyang and the other two could see that the vitality in his body was indeed fading away, like a flood that had been opened and could no longer be stopped.

"When a man is about to die, his words are good."

Venerable Gesang smiled faintly, but he showed no panic or fear of impending death. Instead, he seemed very open-minded and calm.

He first set his sights on the monk Tongji.

"You have been guarding the forbidden area of ​​Baiyun Temple for many years. Do you know what is inside?"

Tongji frowned and said, "I don't need to know."

"No, you want to know that the things in there are what every Buddhist wants to get. I went in there once, but unfortunately... I couldn't take them away."

After a pause, he looked at Tongji deeply and said, "Why do you think Baiyun Temple never lets one person guard the forbidden area for more than ten years?"

Tongji was shocked. This was indeed true. The forbidden area was also called the holy land. It was the biggest secret in the temple. Only the abbots of all generations knew what was inside. Even he, the head of the Demon Subduing Institute, did not know.

According to the rules passed down from generation to generation in Baiyun Temple, those who guard the holy land must have a cultivation level above the fifth realm, and it must not exceed ten years.

"Because they're afraid that you...will steal from the company."

Tongji remained silent, not because he was disdainful of refutation, but because he asked himself that during the years he guarded the holy land, an inexplicable impulse did arise in his heart.

It seems as if there is something calling in the holy land, which is extremely tempting for those who practice Buddhism.

"How did you get into the holy land?"

Tongji asked suddenly, his eyes were very sharp and full of oppression.

"I have lived for six hundred years. When I entered there, you were not even born yet."

Venerable Gesang shook his head and smiled, then looked towards Yue Ling.

"Vajra Dragon Elephant, the natural Ming King, what a pity! If you were in my Tantric sect, what would it matter if I let you become the Venerable?"

"In a barbarian land, with yellow sand everywhere, who cares?"

Yue Ling was blunt, with a hint of disdain in her voice.

She has been proud of her Kyushu bloodline since she was a child, and she looks down on those places where people still eat raw meat and drink blood, especially the Tantric Buddhism.

Things like human skin drums and flesh lotuses are all ritual instruments highly respected in Tantric Buddhism. That is to say, they rarely travel around the Central Plains, otherwise they would definitely be defined as a cult.

Venerable Gesang was not angry either, and continued: "There will be a battle between you and Tongji in the future, which will determine who is the real Mingwang."

"If you kill him, Baiyun Temple will turn against the Imperial Observatory. If you don't kill him... Hehe, this is a dispute over the orthodoxy, there is no room for mercy."

Tongji looked at Yue Ling with a complicated look in his eyes.

Yue Ling just smiled coldly and said, "Old monk, before you die, do you want to sow discord again?"

"Whether it is to sow discord or not, you will know clearly in your hearts."

Venerable Gesang smiled casually, and finally looked at Zhang Jiuyang with deep eyes, revealing a hint of doubt.

"The Yuding Palace was not supposed to have any inheritance in the world, but an anomaly like you happened to appear. I can't figure out your background, but I think..."

He showed a meaningful smile, and said meaningfully: "Reincarnation never ends, we will meet again. By then, I should be able to see you clearly."

After saying this last sentence, he slowly lowered his eyes. The moment he closed his eyes, the energy in his body completely dissipated, like a dead volcano or a dried-up ocean.

The oil is exhausted, the lamp is extinguished, and the soul is dissipated!
Zhang Jiuyang and Yue Ling both opened their third eyes, not missing any details, fearing that there might be something fishy. But in the end, they had to admit that the other party seemed to... have indeed passed away.

Six hundred years of wind and rain, all reduced to nothingness.

Even his three souls and seven spirits had dissipated, as if he had borne the burden of too many years. His soul had long been overwhelmed and had cracks all over it, and it dissipated on the spot at the moment of his death.

The legendary master of the Western Region Tantric Buddhism seemed to have died quietly in an unknown place on the border of Yongzhou, leaving behind only a lifelike body.

"Hmm? This seems to be... a living Buddha sitting in a jar?"

Yue Ling stared for a moment and suddenly found something wrong.

Sitting in a jar? A Buddha in the flesh?
A hint of doubt flashed across Zhang Jiuyang's eyes, but before he could speak, the voice of Monk Tongji rang out.

"Amitabha, Yue Jianhou has a keen eye. This is indeed a living Buddha who has been in a jar." Seeing that Zhang Jiuyang didn't understand, he patiently explained.

"Sitting in a jar is a special burial method in Buddhism. Different from cremation and burial, the body is sealed in a jar, with a large jar at the bottom and a small jar on top. The jar is filled with lime and charcoal, and then the mouth of the jar is sealed with a mortar mixed with tung oil and lime. After a thousand days, the jar is opened. If the body does not decay, it becomes a living Bodhisattva."

"Generally speaking, flesh-and-blood bodhisattvas are eminent monks who have passed away, or people of high moral character. After being made, they are coated with batter and plaster and dried into sculptures. They can then be worshipped in temples to suppress ghosts and gods and protect the people."

"No need to say it so openly."

Yue Ling interrupted, "Not all Bodhisattvas who are enshrined in a jar will protect the people. Some may even degenerate into evil spirits, because becoming a Buddha is their obsession. Even if only their flesh and blood remains after death, they will still practice. Once the incense and incense are waning, the Bodhisattvas in the flesh will harbor resentment and harm people."

During her many years in the Imperial Observatory, she had dealt with many cases of Bodhisattvas in the flesh. Strictly speaking, this simple magic did help people in some remote areas, but it also caused a lot of trouble.

Later, Daqian issued a decree that classified the practice of worshipping living Buddhas as a heresy and severely punished it, which reduced the number of such incidents.

Even now, if you go to some remote and uninhabited areas, you will still see some abandoned temples. If you feel gloomy and scary as soon as you step in, or even feel that the statue is always staring at you no matter where you go, then it may be a Bodhisattva in the flesh.

Under the stone sculpture, there is a human body.

When Zhang Jiuyang thought of that scene, even he couldn't help but feel a chill in his heart. When he was a child, he seemed to have been to a similar place, but then he got lost somehow and was found by his grandfather.

Tongji said calmly: "The method of sitting in a jar has been banned now. When I, a high monk of the Zen sect, passed away, only my relics were left, not my body."

"That being said, there is a doubt."

Zhang Jiuyang observed the flesh-and-blood Bodhisattva left behind by Venerable Gesang after his death, and said, "According to what you said, the sitting urn can only be completed after the Venerable Gesang passed away. But Venerable Gesang was clearly a living person before, so why did he suddenly become a flesh-and-blood Bodhisattva after his death?"

Yue Ling and Tong Ji were also puzzled and unable to answer this question.

"It seems that it is related to the secret technique of burial that day."

Zhang Jiuyang's eyes were deep. He absolutely did not believe that Venerable Gesang, who had fallen from the Eighth Realm, would pass away in such an unclear manner.

The other party is shrouded in a thick fog, but one thing is certain.

He is definitely not dead!
……

Western Regions, Borg Snow Peak.

This is a sacred mountain revered by the sixteen nations in the Western Regions. The snow on the top of the mountain never melts all year round. It is pure white and spotless, extremely pure.

From a distance, it seems to be connected with the sky.

According to their legend, the Buddha once cultivated his golden body on this snowy mountain and suppressed the constant wind and snow all year round with his boundless Buddha power, making this mountain so gentle and pure.

Countless pilgrims come here every year, but few know that Nalanda Temple, the holy place of Western Tantric Buddhism, is hidden in the moonlight on the top of the mountain.

The moon was full, and wisps of moonlight suddenly spread out, creating ripples like water, and then a door quietly opened.

Through the hazy moonlight, you can see that inside the portal is an ancient and majestic temple, rich and magnificent, mainly in white, red and black, full of mystery, and a style very different from that of the Central Plains.

A dark shadow flew towards the portal and quickly disappeared into it.

……

Deep inside the Nalanda Temple, in a dark secret room.

There was a crisp sound, as if some porcelain was broken, and a pair of eyes slowly opened in the darkness, and a soft sigh was let out.

Then, the figure stood up, slowly put on the robes, and then lit a Buddhist lamp.

The fire lit up, dispelling the darkness, illuminating the secret room and the man's face.

His face was old, his beard and eyebrows were all white, and he exuded a rotten smell, as if he was a piece of wood that had been soaked in stagnant water for months and had become moldy and rotten.

If Zhang Jiuyang were here, he would be shocked.

Because this old monk looks exactly like Master Fuso.

Venerable Fuso turned around and saw a pile of broken porcelain jars on the ground. That was where he had just woken up. He picked up the oil lamp and looked around.

The lights illuminated the black jars that were densely packed there, a dazzling array of things.

He counted the number of jars, then blew out the oil lamp and turned to leave the secret room.

Darkness quickly enveloped the place, and the large vats, like coffins, fell into an eerie silence again.

Venerable Fuso walked all the way to the main hall, and his cloudy eyes looked at the huge golden Buddha enshrined in the center, with a gleam of brilliance flashing across them.

"Who are you and how dare you break into my Nalanda Temple?"

There was silence all around, as if he was just talking to himself.

Venerable Gesang snorted coldly and was about to make a move when the golden Buddha suddenly roared and spoke in human language.

"I am from Penglai. You should know what that means."

Venerable Gesang’s eyes narrowed.

"Your Sky Burial Technique is still missing the last link. Could it be..."

"Don't you want to make it up?"

……

(End of this chapter)