The Buddha is actually me

Chapter 447: Buddha's Passing of the Pure Land, the Truth of Huashou Sect

Zhang Jiuyang looked at the words in the bronze mirror. After a brief hesitation, he tentatively followed the instructions.

Strangely enough, after he took twelve steps forward and then four steps to the left, the bronze figure that was about to walk out from the surrounding stone walls slowly disappeared again.

At this moment, there was a wall in front of him, a solid stone wall that even the Evil-Slaying Sword could not cut through.

However, looking at the three words "can penetrate walls" on the bronze mirror, he still took a step forward.

There was no collision as expected, but it was as if I fell into a ball of soft cotton. My eyes turned slightly and I came to a new tunnel.

At this time, new words began to appear on the bronze mirror.

"Six steps forward, three steps left, one step forward, turn right..."

In this way, he followed the guidance of the bronze mirror and began to walk through the intricate tunnels, which was truly dazzling.

At this moment, he finally understood why Baiyun Temple forbade its disciples to come here. The stone wall in front that passed down the unique skills was fine, but the tunnels here were interconnected and one would get lost here if not careful.

What's even more terrifying is that if there is no method to break the formation, an endless stream of bronze men will appear on the surrounding stone walls, performing their seventy-two unique skills and becoming immortal. Even if you are a sixth-level immortal, you will eventually be consumed to death here.

Zhang Jiuyang began to worry about Yue Ling, wondering how she was doing and whether she could hold on.

In this way, he walked for about a quarter of an hour, and after passing through another stone wall, the view in front of him suddenly opened up.

He entered a huge cave and saw many Buddhist murals in front of him. Some of them had lost their color due to the erosion of time, but they had an ancient and profound atmosphere.

At this moment, he seemed to be in the Dunhuang Grottoes of his previous life. Every mural he saw was a rare treasure and a dialogue between the past and the present.

These murals all have a common protagonist - Buddha.

The first painting is of the birth of Buddha. It shows a baby boy who is just born but does not cry or make a fuss. There is an innate compassion in his pure eyes, and five-colored Buddha light can be vaguely seen behind his head, but everyone turns a blind eye to it.

The second painting is of the Buddha in his youth. He converses with flowers, birds, insects and fish, makes friends with birds and beasts, and often sits there looking at the sun and the moon for the entire day.

The Buddha in the third painting has grown into a handsome young man. As a prince of the country, he enjoys a high position and power, but he often feels confused and lonely, and always looks at the suffering people with compassionate eyes.

The Buddha in the fourth painting is married and has his own children, but the confusion in his eyes is even greater, and there is even a hint of determination in his extreme confusion.

In the fifth painting, the Buddha gave up the prince's throne and chose to leave, starting various austerities. He ate tree bark, grass roots, and wild fruits to fill his stomach, and ate only one grain of hemp, one grain of wheat, and one grain of rice a day. He entered into a state of meditation in the wind, frost, rain, and snow, and went deep into the four meditation states, achieving the Anagami fruit position.

In the sixth painting, the Buddha himself was starving to the point of being skin and bones, but when he saw the eagle was about to starve to death, he still chose to cut off his flesh to feed the eagle.

The seventh, the eighth, the ninth...

When Zhang Jiuyang saw the tenth painting, he paused for a long time. It was a picture of the Buddha attaining enlightenment under the Bodhi tree. He sat in meditation for seven days and seven nights, and finally he became enlightened and became a Buddha. Infinite Buddha light was born behind him, and the whole world seemed to resonate with it.

The eleventh to nineteenth pictures all show the Buddha preaching. The number of his followers is increasing, forming a vast ocean, and Buddhism is flourishing.

However, in the twentieth and final picture, everything changed dramatically.

The Buddha passed away.

The Buddha, who had attained immeasurable merits and tremendous Buddhist power, became old for some reason. He sat under the Bodhi tree again, as if he was trying to realize the Dharma again as before. However, this time, what he encountered was not a sudden enlightenment that would reach the heavens and the earth, but... being eaten by eighty-six thousand evil ghosts and demons.

The Buddha remained so calm and peaceful. Even though his flesh was torn off, his bones were bitten off, and his blood was sucked dry, he remained calm and motionless. Even his eyes were so compassionate.

Eventually, the eighty-six thousand demons dispersed, and only a skull was left. The skull shone in all directions, and finally turned into a light golden stone wall, about six feet high, like a portal.

Seeing this, Zhang Jiuyang's heart was shocked, and three words emerged in his mind...Huashoumen!

It turns out that Huashou Gate was transformed from the skull of Buddha?
But why was the Buddha eaten by demons? Why didn't he resist?
He hurriedly looked around, trying to find the pale golden stone wall that the Buddha had transformed into, which was also the legendary Huashou Gate.

But unfortunately, there was nothing around and there was no Huashou Gate, but he seemed to see traces of transportation on the ground.

Could it be that the Huashou Gate, which was originally placed in the holy land, was moved away by Tianzun?

Indeed, there seems to be no damage here, and it seems that Tianzun’s target is the Huashou Gate.

According to legend, Huashou Gate is the gateway to the Western Paradise. When the Buddha passed away, he said that thousands of years later, a future Buddha would be born, knock on this door, and inherit his mantle.

Zhang Jiuyang didn’t know whether this legend was true or not, but judging from Mahakala’s plan, Huashou Gate was indeed the gateway to the Western Paradise, and it was also the only channel for all Buddhas to descend to the world in their true bodies.

What he didn't expect was that the portal turned out to be the skull of Buddha.

The bronze mirror in his hand became hot again, and Zhang Jiuyang saw a new line of text on it.

"Under the fourteenth painting, dig three feet."

Zhang Jiuyang frowned slightly and did not do it immediately. Instead, he asked a question to the bronze mirror.

"Who are you anyway?"

The bronze mirror did not answer, but continued to urge.

"Your companions can no longer hold on."

Zhang Jiuyang no longer hesitated. He walked to the fourteenth painting, observed it briefly, and then started digging.

The fourteenth painting is a picture of the Buddha preaching. He is sitting on a lotus platform and preaching to the believers. A flower floats in the wind, and the Buddha stops preaching and reaches out to gently pick up the petal.

All the believers were at a loss, but a handsome monk in white smiled. This was the origin of Zen Buddhism. The monk in white should be the founder of Zen Buddhism, Baiyun.

Although the ground here was very hard, Zhang Jiuyang used his sword as a plow and soon dug three feet deep. The tip of the sword suddenly made a sound of metal and stone, and sparks flew.

I dug up something very hard, and even the Evil-Slaying Sword couldn't cut it.

Zhang Jiuyang saw something white, and after digging it out completely, he discovered that it was actually a human skull!

This skull has been buried for who knows how many years, but it has not turned into dust. Instead, the bones are tough, white as jade, and crystal clear.

If you put your head close to the skull, you can even hear the faint sound of mysterious sounds and wonderful words, but it seems that too much time has passed and you can no longer hear what those voices are saying.

Zhang Jiuyang looked at the skull. Even after countless years, he seemed to be able to feel the fluctuations of magic power contained in it.

When he was alive, this person must have been a rare person with great supernatural powers in the world!
But for some unknown reason he died in this cave, and only his head was buried underground.

He looked at the bronze mirror again.

"Put your finger in his mouth and feed him with blood."

The instruction was very clear, but Zhang Jiuyang did not follow it. Instead, he sneered and said, "Tell me who you are, otherwise I will not proceed to the next step."

Things have become increasingly weird at this point.

Zhang Jiuyang must be vigilant enough to avoid being ambushed by others.

And as if sensing his determination, after the words on the bronze mirror were erased, no new words appeared.

After a long time, the vermilion handwriting slowly emerged.

"You ask who I am..."

"Am I not right in front of you?"

In front of me?

Zhang Jiuyang's mind suddenly lit up, as if he understood something. He stared at the skull and said word by word, "So the one who was talking to me... was you."

At this moment, he couldn't help but feel a chill in his heart.

A skeleton with only the head left, which has been buried underground for who knows how many years, is actually talking to itself with the help of a bronze mirror?

This strange scene made even Zhang Jiuyang, who was used to seeing monsters, feel his heart beat faster.

"My magic power is limited and is about to run out. Feed me your blood and I will tell you everything."

A line of text appeared on the bronze mirror again, and then became much dimmer. No matter how Zhang Jiuyang called, no new text appeared.

He didn't hesitate for long before he thrust his finger into the skeleton's mouth.

Although this thing is very strange, it seems that the other party has no malicious intentions.

First, he reminded Abbot Yue Ling that he died from misleading cause and effect, and then he showed himself the way. Especially the latter, if it were not for the bronze mirror pointing the way, Zhang Jiuyang would not be able to break the bronze man formation and enter here.

The most important thing is that Yue Ling is most likely fighting with those bronze men now. Although her strength is stronger than his, it is still impossible for her to get through safely.

He put his fingers into the mouth of the skull. As soon as his fingertips touched the bones, he felt an extremely cold feeling. Even Zhang Jiuyang, who had the physique to subdue the white tiger, couldn't help but shiver.

If it were an ordinary person, he would probably be frozen into an ice sculpture immediately. Even a cultivator at the fourth or fifth level would suffer a serious illness under the impact of this yin energy.

The next moment, Zhang Jiuyang felt a pain in his fingertips, and then drops of blood flowed out from his fingertips.

He calculated silently that the other party had sucked a total of nine drops of essence and blood and then stopped, which was just at the limit of not damaging his foundation.

Then, Zhang Jiuyang retracted his fingers and saw the skull glowing with light, emitting brilliant Buddha light, and then the spine, hand bones, and leg bones appeared...

When all 206 bones were grown, flesh, blood and hair began to appear.

Finally, right under Zhang Jiuyang's eyes, the skull turned into an old monk in white. Although he looked very old, one could still feel his elegant and otherworldly temperament, with a mysterious Zen spirit.

Especially those calm and deep eyes, which were looking at Zhang Jiuyang carefully.

"It's like, it's so similar."

His voice was extremely magnetic, yet not at all oppressive or aggressive. Instead, it made people feel like a spring breeze, and their hearts subconsciously calmed down.

“I never thought that thousands of years later, I could still see the descendants of the painting saint.”

When he mentioned the words "Painting Saint", a hint of reminiscence and emotion appeared in his eyes.

"You, who are you?"

Hearing this, the old monk pointed to the handsome monk in the mural, who was dressed in white clothes as white as snow, smiled faintly, and said, "You have been staring at me in the painting for a long time, don't you recognize me yet?"

"I am Bai Yunzi, my friend, please put away the thunder and fire talisman in your sleeve. I have no ill will towards you. On the contrary, you are the descendant of my old friend."

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(End of this chapter)