The Buddha is actually me

Chapter 657: Sleeping Arhat, the Imperial Concubine Invites You

"Is Sanbao going to wake up?"

Tongji was delighted and looked towards the bed immediately.

Sure enough, the moment Zhang Jiuyang finished speaking, Sanbao, who had been maintaining the posture of a sleeping arhat, stood up with a somersault, then sat cross-legged, forming the arhat seal with his hands, and his eyelashes trembling slightly.

His body was filled with powerful aura, and his skin was glowing with a faint silver light. Although it was not yet dazzling enough, it was already beginning to take shape.

The second level of the Immortal Golden Body, the Silver Arhat!
There was a hint of surprise in Zhang Jiuyang's eyes. He had reached this level so quickly. It seemed that the magical power of this Sleeping Arhat was indeed extraordinary.

Yes, the moment Sanbao woke up, he received feedback from the visualization diagram and gained a new magical power.

This supernatural power is called the Sleeping Arhat.

This is a supreme sleeping technique in Buddhism, and its purpose is based on the Huayan Sutra's "Sitting is Zen, walking is Zen, one flower is a world, one leaf is a Tathagata. Flowers bloom in spring and leaves fall in autumn. The mind is free with infinite wisdom, and the body is natural in speaking, silence, movement and stillness."

If one cultivates this supernatural power, one can dream-travel to the world of Bosa, and in the dream bubble, listen to the Bodhi, sit on the lotus platform, and watch the living beings.

To put it simply, you can travel through the three thousand worlds while dreaming, starting a new life experience, thereby constantly enriching your own foundation, and cultivating Prajna wisdom and Vajra supernatural powers.

One flower, one world; one leaf, one Tathagata.

"I seem to have become a beggar..."

Sanbao woke up, scratched his bald head in confusion, and said, "I begged for food while practicing martial arts. When I saw poor people being bullied, I helped them. Over time, many people followed me..."

Facing Zhang Jiuyang and Tongji, the two people he trusted the most, Sanbao told them about his dream experience without reservation.

"Many people came to kill me, and I could only resist. But in the end, I was outnumbered and fell down. However..."

Sanbao's eyes sparkled, and he said excitedly: "Just after they fell, I saw people standing up one after another. They learned martial arts, picked up hoes, and their eyes were particularly bright."

"It's a pity that I woke up from the dream afterwards. This dream was really long..."

Sanbao has not yet realized what changes have taken place in himself and thinks that this is just a very long dream.

Zhang Jiuyang touched his bald head, feeling a little excited.

Although the Sleeping Arhat does not have magical powers for fighting, its value is immeasurable. It is simply a magical tool for spiritual practice!

Sleepwalking through three thousand worlds, transforming into thousands of incarnations and walking around, experiencing one life after another in dreams, and finally turning them into one's own foundation.

No wonder Sanbao was able to become the Silver Arhat so quickly. It seemed that he had only slept for one night, but in fact he had spent more than ten years in his dream.

In his eyes, Sanbao is now a goose that lays golden eggs.

"But I feel a little dizzy. Is it because I slept too long?"

Sanbao asked doubtfully.

Zhang Jiuyang shook his head and said, "You have comprehended a magical power called Sleeping Arhat, but you cannot use this magical power too often. You must wait at least three months between each use, otherwise your soul will be damaged."

This magical power also has side effects. If you experience a new life, if your spirit is not strong enough, you will become mentally ill sooner or later.

With Sanbao's current capabilities, it can only be used once every three months.

Of course, for Zhang Jiuyang, this restriction is much smaller. He only needs to wait three days between each use.

"You should have a lot to talk about Mahayana Buddhism, so I'll take my leave now."

Zhang Jiuyang stood up and left. He was already impatient to try out the magical powers of the Sleeping Arhat.

But not long after he walked, his eyes flashed.

"Come out."

A figure walked out under the moon, dressed as a maid, graceful and elegant, with beautiful appearance and good looks. Most men would be moved when seeing such a beauty, but in Zhang Jiuyang's eyes, her shadow was not in the shape of a human, but in the shape of a fox.

Fox demon!

Moreover, it is a fox demon with high level of Taoism, with five tails and magical weapons covering its body, so no demonic aura can be seen.

Even if he was a real person in the sixth realm, if he did not have the third eye, it would be very likely that he would not be able to detect his identity, but she happened to meet Zhang Jiuyang.

Without even opening his third eye, the flow of yin and yang energy in his pupils allowed Zhang Jiuyang to see through the disguise of the maid in front of him.

After mastering the Ming Wang method, he also mastered the Buddhist wisdom eye, and his pupil power was enhanced again. Not to mention the fifth level fox demon, even if the Moon God himself came, he would definitely not be able to hide it from him.

"Haha, Master Zhang is indeed amazing. Even the 'Heavenly Stealing Secrets' of my Qingqiu lineage can't stop your eyes. No wonder my Lord thinks highly of you."

The maid acted seductively, but she didn't dare to get within three feet of Zhang Jiuyang. She just said respectfully, "My master has asked you to meet her tonight. She said she wants to talk to you in detail about... Qianling Mausoleum."

Zhang Jiuyang was silent for a moment, and then said, "Lead the way."

He will enter Qianling Mausoleum tomorrow, which is also the date of his death written in the Book of Life and Death. It can be seen how dangerous Qianling Mausoleum is.

He and Moon Goddess are still in the "honeymoon period". He heard that she had previously stopped several great masters on her own and was injured. In order to continue the cooperation, it is only right for him to go and meet her.

The maid led him forward, carefully avoiding all ears and eyes, and finally came to a wing room.

This should be the best room in Taiping Temple, with flowing wine, winding water, pavilions and towers, it is as exquisite as the forest gardens in the south of the Yangtze River.

In particular, there are many gorgeous and enchanting datura flowers planted in the yard, which emit a strange fragrance when the breeze blows.

It makes people feel excited and eager to do something.

Zhang Jiuyang frowned slightly. How could such an enchanting flower be grown in a Taoist place?

The fragrance of the Datura flower has an aphrodisiac effect, so it is often used to make aphrodisiac and sexual enhancement medicines, and can even be used to make knockout drugs.

In the quiet places of Taoism, this kind of flower is generally not grown.

The maid seemed to notice Zhang Jiuyang's gaze and explained with a smile: "My master likes this flower, so His Majesty specially sent people to transplant 3,600 plants here."

Zhang Jiuyang raised his eyebrows and said, "It seems that His Majesty really dotes on the Empress. If that's the case, it's so late, and I'm afraid it's not appropriate for an outsider like me to disturb the Empress' peace."

"Master Zhang is joking."

The maid looked at him and smiled charmingly, and said meaningfully: "Your Majesty has gone to bed tonight, and here... only the queen is alone."

"Master Zhang, please come in. The Queen said that she recently got some news about Qianling Mausoleum and she only wanted to tell you."

The maid showed an ambiguous look, and then slowly opened the main door of the wing room.

Inside, the red candles were warm, the aroma was fragrant, and layers of light pink curtains were hanging down, fluttering gently in the breeze.

And in the very center of those gauze curtains, there was a bed with a graceful figure lying on it, exuding an amazing charm under the candlelight.

"I seem to be possessed by an evil spirit. Please ask Master Zhang for help..."

"Exorcism."

The voice is soft and sticky, a little rustling, revealing a sense of laziness and charm, scratching one's heart like a cat's paw, making one's bones feel soft.

As the voice fell, the two slender legs seemed to be quietly entangled under the curtain.

As the night wind blew, the sky and earth seemed to be filled with the exotic fragrance of datura flowers.

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(End of this chapter)