Becoming a God from a Water Monkey

Chapter 1094 Even if I hold a precious bowl in my hands, I can still lift the sky with one hand! (Seeking monthly votes, two votes combined)

"Slippery slippery~"

"Oh!"

"Awooohoo~"

The little otter pinched its throat and screamed. After the high-pitched cry, it picked up the leather scroll on the ground, rubbed it tightly to produce a sharp sound, and then played a tune.

The dense bubbles adhered to the ice surface. The little mermaid pushed aside the algae, and her face froze to the wall of the Ice Crystal Palace. Her eyes remained fixed on the ice, and she was finally reluctantly called home for dinner.

With the departure of Prince Su, the Ice Crystal Palace suddenly showed signs of vitality.

Scarface held the tray high, busily arranging the dishes.

The otter was clearly annoyed. It crossed its arms, bared its teeth, and looked around. The old bone club was nowhere to be seen, its sharp claws burning hot…

"Snapped!"

The otter opened its neck, tilted forward, and fell to the ground.

Long Yao withdrew her hand.

"Work!"

A semi-circular hut.

"Where is Prince Su? Didn't he stay?" Long Eying took off Liang Qu's official robe coat and hung it on an ice branch. "It's a rare holiday, and it's already dark. Could it be that he has to rush back to the capital?"

“We’ve left him here. Prince Su is too busy.” Liang Qu shook his head. “The King of Bohai and his fleet are stuck at the mouth of the Huai River. They originally planned to come to Jianghuai to unload their cargo in March after the New Year. On the way, they learned that the Whale King was coming. Prince Su came alone, so he only had one large ship.”

The overseas trade of the Great Shun Dynasty was usually led by two martial saints.

Firstly, they can look out for each other and keep an eye on each other. Secondly, the two Heavenly Dragon Martial Saints, one of whom is at the peak, possess strength unmatched by any other nation overseas, ensuring peaceful trade.

The fleet sailed for several years, exchanging goods with various countries and acquiring countless treasures. Apart from royal tributes, all sorts of items were to be consumed and put into the market. Pingyang also had a maritime port with prosperous water transport. It is conceivable that when the fleet arrived in Jianghuai, it would be a bustling scene.

"What brings Prince Su here?" Long Eying asked curiously.

"Preliminary work to welcome the Dream Dynasty." Liang Qu briefly explained the matter of "replacing the old with the new," "to eradicate the Ghost Mother Cult in advance, turn the passive situation into the active one, and weaken its forces as much as possible."

Since the two are likely to be intertwined at the strategic level, Da Shun's early action is both to weaken the Ghost Mother Sect itself and to guard against the potential gains of Da Li.

It's interesting to say.

Da Shun and Da Li fought, and Da Qian, caught in the middle, "died suddenly."

It has a dark humor to it.

"By the way, Eying, the Great Li is not like the Great Qian. There are too many unknowns. You should ask the three elders to be more careful and organize them from house to house. They should build an underground passage or something similar to make it easier to gather the dragon people together. I will build a waterway there. It doesn't matter if something happens. If they are exposed, it doesn't matter. Survival is the most important thing."

"Don't worry, the dragon people are sandwiched between the tortoise and the frog, so they won't be in any serious trouble. Just be careful yourself."

“Actually, I don’t think it’s necessarily a bad thing that Dali came to Jianghuai.” Liang Qu rubbed his chin.

Long Eying blinked: "What do you mean?"

"The reason why the dragon can coexist with the Great Qian is because the Great Qian is not strong enough and has a relatively soft attitude. It can provide assistance but does not pose a great threat. The Great Li is different. The Great Li's founder and the dragon are not only in terms of strength, but also in terms of personality, which makes it difficult for them to get along."

Everything is relative.

Imagine a genius who is constantly restricted within his own power base, walking on thin ice, constantly looked down upon, tripped up, and even targeted for death. He can't even find a powerful backer. On the other hand, the opposing forces are united, with everyone working towards the same goal, making them incredibly strong and impossible to divide.

motherfucker.

It doesn't make sense.

If someone is so good at uniting people, either the enemy's system is extremely excellent, or the leader has incredible charisma. In that case, everyone's positions should be reversed!
It was Da Shun who hid in the Jianghuai region.

The Great Li and Great Qian dynasties control the world!
Liang Qu spoke eloquently: "Therefore, once Da Li arrives, the situation in Jianghuai will inevitably be chaotic. The more chaotic the situation, the better it will be for me to take advantage of it. Moreover, Jianghuai is vast and deep, and its strategic buffer is relative. Jianghuai is adjacent to Southern Zhili, so for the court, Da Li is 'deep into the heartland'."

"Wouldn't that be a major threat?"

“That’s right, normally speaking, it is indeed a major threat! But we have Cloud Immortal Island and Pai Xiaoxing, so we have an intelligence advantage! With an intelligence advantage, we can look at things from a different perspective.”

Southern Zhili is far more powerful, with abundant resources and rapid support along both banks of the Yangtze River. Facing Dali is much easier to control than in other places, preventing Dali from growing stronger unnoticed! Treat it as a remnant of a Grandmaster's blessed land!

If you don't have an advantage, that's called pressure.

Having an advantage is called an opportunity!

"Ah Shui, come out for dinner! What are you whispering about in your room for?"

People are shouting outside.

"They're here!" Liang Qu stood up. "It's a rare holiday, let's talk about it later, let's eat!"

"Ah."

"Hurry up, hurry up, the food's ready! We're just waiting for you two! Can't we do your lovey-dovey moments another time?" Xu Zishuai waved from outside the door.

"They're already here." Liang Qu pulled E Ying down to sit with him, and looking at the table full of people, the bustling noise, he couldn't help but grin. "Where's the blessing this year? Is it Master, Grandmaster, or Teacher Yue? Teacher Yue knows our traditions, right?"

"Huo!"

Everyone was surprised.

Master, King of Yue, Master...

Before we knew it, a group of senior figures had gathered at the table, and everyone had something to say when it came to offering their congratulations.

“Let King Yue come,” Yang Dongxiong politely declined. “Last time it was King Ming who came to the Ice Crystal Palace, this time it should be King Yue.”

"Why don't we all come together?" Xiang Changsong suggested. "King Yue, Master, and Teacher, each of you say one thing!"

“That’s not good.” Xu Zishuai shook his head. “It’s a bad tradition! We agreed to say one sentence a year, but we keep coming up with the same three sentences. What if we run out of things to say one day?”

"Then what does Senior Brother Xu suggest? If you have any ideas, just say so!" Liang Qu knew immediately that Xu Zishuai had an idea.

"Hey! You understand me best, Junior Brother." Xu Zishuai raised a finger. "I have a suggestion: if Master, Grandmaster, and King Yue don't come, whoever is the youngest should come!"

The smallest?

The group pondered for a moment.

Lu Gang, Hu Qi, and Xiang Changsong looked at their junior brother, but they quickly realized that Liang Qu was not the youngest. They all turned their heads to look at Wen Shiyun, who was leaning against the north wall.

Click.

The cow bones were broken.

Wen Shiyun was quietly handing the beef bone to Wulong under the table when she was suddenly drawn to a gaze. She immediately threw away the broken bone, wiped the grease from her mouth, and tightened her expression: "Fourth Uncle-Master!"

"Little Stone is in academy this year, right?" Xu Zishuai asked.

The Crown Princess smiled and said, "It's on."

"Alright, perfect! Master, Grandmaster, King Yue, what do you think of Little Stone's congratulatory remarks?"

"good!"

"excellent!"

"Can!"

Liang Qu waved his hand and said, "Did you hear that, Little Stone? Your senior master asked you to give a congratulatory speech!"

"I?"

Wen Shiyun was suddenly entrusted with a heavy responsibility. Her brows furrowed as she racked her brains. After a long while, her eyes lit up.

"May everything be renewed, and may you make progress every day! As we embark on a new journey in the new year, may your ambitions soar to great heights!"

"it is good!"

Cheers erupted from the table.

"What excellent writing! I see that Little Stone possesses the martial prowess of a dragon and the literary talent of a top scholar!" Xu Zishuai said, holding a jade cup. "Come, come, raise your cups! Raise your cups!"

The cups clinked together.

"May everything be renewed, and may you make progress every day! As we embark on a new journey in the new year, may your ambitions soar to great heights!"

"Oh!"

On the low table.

A furry paw extends, the big beaver clinks glasses with the otter and the scarred-faced otter, and the little otter fights fiercely over the fish.

The little mirage dragon curled up around the wine cup, feeling the bubbles bursting on its tongue, its face flushed, and let out a big burp.

"Hahaha, uh, I am the Demon King, suppressing all enemies! Fatty! Give me a back massage! Little Hedgehog! Forget it, kill! Ah! Sister Eying! Don't take my wine glass!"

……

Two flowers bloom, one branch each.

Hantai Prefecture.

The same year, the same festival, the same joy, the only difference was that in the center of Hantai Prefecture, two three-zhang-high preaching platforms were erected.

One platform is for preaching and enlightening sentient beings; two platforms are for debating the scriptures and debating the meaning of the Dharma.
Huai Kong quietly plucked the prayer beads in his hand, looked up at the platform for a long time until the stars and moon shone overhead, then left alone to wait for the debate meeting on the first day of the Lunar New Year the next morning.

"Master Pema Dondrup! That little monk is gone!"

"Hmph, daring to debate scriptures with the master, this little novice from the Central Plains thinks he can look down on everyone just because he has the title of a Buddhist disciple. He really doesn't know the immensity of heaven and earth!"

"Let's dampen the spirits of that greenhorn, fresh-faced master!" "Let him risk his life!"

Inside the room, the people reacted differently upon learning that Huai Kong had left.

They were all disciples of Sangye, also known as Pema Dondrup Yangjin Chokyi Rinpoche. They thought that coming to Hantai would not cause any trouble, but unexpectedly, some people from the Central Plains raised a debate on scriptures without any sense of reason!

Pema Dondrup Yangjin Chokyi Rinpoche possesses immense prestige, while the other party claims to be a "Buddha's son"—ha! Even the Buddha himself would acknowledge him with some respect, yet this person calls himself a "Buddha's son"? This is an insult! An insult to Pema Dondrup Yangjin Chokyi Rinpoche's spiritual attainment!
"quiet!"

The room fell silent instantly.

Sanjay sat upright in the center of the futon, his voice carrying a rock-solid strength.

“Anger is a cloud that obscures wisdom, and the desire to win is a wrong path on the path of spiritual practice. What you call ‘sharpness’ is the entanglement of ‘ego’ and ‘dharma’ among the young.”

Responding to a challenge with anger and curses, placing the opponent above oneself, is a profound distrust of one's own spiritual flow.

The disciples lowered their heads in shame.

Sanjay closed his eyes, unmoved by praise or criticism.

"Prepare yourselves, for the principles of law are clearer than any verbal disputes."

……

"Master, get him!"

In the early morning, Liang Qu parted Long Eying's forearms and thighs, brushed aside her hair, kissed the corner of her mouth, tidied the bed, put on his white jade crown, hurriedly got up, told Long Yao and Long Li to go home, called Aunt Zhang to make some eel noodles, and went to the ice house to find the old monk.

The old monk extended an invitation with one hand.

Liang Qu understood immediately.

Let him ask!

Check it out!

How confident! How generous!
What is the demeanor of a martial saint? What is the aura of an arhat?

In a debate about scriptures, whoever asks the first question always gains the upper hand; a single misstep can lead to defeat. Although it may seem like a mere verbal sparring match, a debate is about one's own understanding of the Way! A battle of words can be just as dangerous as a real fight!
Charge!
……

Hantai Prefecture.

A cold wind was blowing, and crowds of people were gathered.

Below the high platform, the inner circle of powerful and wealthy, and the outer circle of ordinary people, were a dense, dark mass, crowding the streets and alleys, numbering well over 100,000.

On a high platform, three zhang high, Sangjie and Huaikong sat facing each other.

Below the high platform, each person had a "megaphone" arranged by the Bai family.

There is no shortage of sonic martial arts techniques that can bewitch people. Therefore, just like after the imperial examination, special people were assigned to copy the texts to prevent cheating on handwriting and markings. The transmission of sound also had to be handled by a third party. In the vast Hantai Prefecture, the Bai family was the only one who could do it based on seniority and strength!
Incidentally, it can also translate Huai Kong's official language into a Snow Mountain language that everyone can understand.

"Clap!"

The incense burned through the cotton rope, and the copper ball fell to the ground.

Awei followed the rehearsed "code sheet," opened and closed his mouthpiece to transmit the message, sat cross-legged on the high platform with his hands clasped together in a gesture of respect, and then extended one hand as an invitation.

Wow!
An uproar!
Madness!

Utterly arrogant!

Bai Mingzhe, the patriarch of the Bai family and the prefect of Hantai, twitched his brow. This young monk Huai Kong from the Hanging Temple was so confident? To have a master establish a sect and take the initiative?
Sanjay's followers could not contain their anger, their eyes wide open as they stared intently at Huai Kong.

The people whispered among themselves, some of whom had received the grace of the Medicine Buddha Huai Kong, but how could one or two acts of rescue compare to the long-term influence of the Lotus School?
Oh, lineage master!
Everyone else's emotions fluctuated, but Sanjay remained calm and composed, sitting on the high platform.

When it comes to righteousness, one should not yield even to one's teacher.

Sanjay clasped his hands together and spoke clearly.

"I pay homage to my revered teacher! Now, regarding the true nature of all phenomena, I may ask the master: If it is said that 'all phenomena are empty,' what is this 'emptiness'? Is it the stubborn emptiness of annihilation and non-existence? Or is it the true emptiness that transcends the four propositions and the hundred negations, and is not subject to existence or non-existence? If it is said to be annihilation and emptiness, then cause and effect, dependent origination, and all phenomena are destroyed, and cultivation and enlightenment become illusory. Does this conform to the teachings of the sages?"

Awei's transmission of the Heavenly God is simple, while Huai Kong's is difficult.

The spiritual connection is established in an instant.

"What the hell is he talking about?" Liang Qu couldn't understand a word. There were no "subtitles," and he wasn't even sure what the words were. Fortunately, he was wearing the white jade crown that the Holy Emperor had given him when he was twenty years old. It had the ability to enhance memory. He carefully repeated the words in his tone.

Without hesitation, the old monk said, “Excellent! Rinpoche, clinging to the term ‘emptiness’ is already a form of playful talk. Emptiness is neither a thing nor a dharma to be grasped. Like drinking water, one knows for oneself whether it is hot or cold. To speak of emptiness or existence is all idle talk. Without recognizing one’s own mind, studying the Dharma is of no benefit. Rinpoche, have you personally witnessed the ‘profound principle of emptiness’ that you cling to?”

That's all for now.

Sanjay's lips curled into a smile as he retorted, "This statement falls right into my logic of Buddhist doctrine!"

"Master, you are mistaken! Without understanding the principle of emptiness, how can one break free from attachment? Taking the three branches of logic as the measure, its tenet is: 'Understanding the dependent origination and emptiness of all phenomena is the foundation of right view.' Its reasoning is: 'All phenomena arise dependently on causes and conditions, and none exist independently... Without seeing this principle, practice is like 'trying to cook rice from sand'—though one may labor for countless eons, one will never succeed! What do you think, Master?"

it is good!
How wonderful.

Sangjie's disciples almost cheered after hearing this, and when they looked at Huaikong, they all wore confident smiles.

My master, at the age of thirty-five, broke through thirteen layers of logic in the debate at Ganden Monastery, and even impressed a Gelugpa master with his theory of the union of emptiness and man!
I thought that the monk from the Hanging Temple could hold out for a while, but now it seems that he will fall off the platform in just a few rounds!
snort!
Overcome!

"Click."

Long Yao and Long Li quietly pushed open the door and put down the tray.

On the tray were two large bowls. One contained bright red chili oil, fried eel shreds, mixed with silvery white noodles, and garnished with chopped green onions. The other contained blanched green vegetables and some mushrooms.

"Elder, eel noodles; Master, vegetarian noodles!"

"Shh, wait a bit before you eat. We're busy here, let's serve the others first."

Liang Qu waved his hand, worried that eating noodles would affect the old monk's state of mind. Unexpectedly, the old monk picked up his chopsticks and bowl and began to eat the noodles in large mouthfuls.

hiss!
Although we're not face to face, Master, it's you who's debating the scriptures!

understood!

Pema Dondrup Yangjin Chokyi Rinpoche.

You're not capable!
Can't even you get an Arhat to focus on debating scriptures?
Liang Qu immediately changed his tune, calling out to Long Yao and Long Li: "You're so impolite! Give the master some eel noodles too!"

"what?"

Long Yao and Long Li were stunned. The master ate meat before his breakthrough, which showed his true nature. Why did he still eat meat after his breakthrough?

"Go quickly, this is called 'wine and meat pass through the intestines, but Buddha remains in the heart!'"

The old monk pondered for a moment, then his eyes lit up: "You truly have great wisdom!"

"Ahem." Liang Qu was a little embarrassed, so he picked up his bowl to cover his face and everyone ate noodles together.

The room was filled with a loud crashing sound.

Breakfast has to be noodles!

"Oh, right, Master, we haven't gone back to the other side yet."

The noodles smelled so good I almost forgot what I was doing!

The old monk didn't even raise his head: "What a fine analogy of 'making rice from sand'! But isn't Rinpoche's attachment to 'emptiness' just like his attachment to reality? You should know that 'to describe something as a thing is to miss the mark'!"
You analyze 'emptiness' using logic, deducing layer by layer, but it's nothing more than the function of thought and consciousness. Thought and consciousness are like a monkey constantly climbing; can they ever find a moment of peace?

Where the mind finds peace, that is the unmoving place of enlightenment. Without transcending the mind and consciousness to speak of 'emptiness,' 'emptiness' has already become a bondage! Rinpoche, tsk! Where are you when you are 'neither thinking of good nor evil'?!
Remember to use strong language in the last sentence, and reprimand him.

Scolding?

"Understood! Give him a good scolding! Slurp, Xiao Yao, another bowl!"

Liang Qu used his chopsticks to scoop out the crispy fried eel bones and crunched them in his mouth.

The prayer beads clicked and clacked.

Under the high platform.

Sangye's disciple almost couldn't resist making sarcastic remarks, causing Huai Kong, who had been silent for a long time, to roll off the platform.

Awei mouth-closing device.

Almost thinking that Liang Qu had not received the message or that the contact had been lost, Huai Kong lowered his mind, automatically ignoring the last "Xiao Yao, another bowl," straightened his back, and looked bright-eyed.

"What a 'cooking rice from sand' analogy! But isn't Rinpoche's attachment to 'emptiness' just as much as his attachment to reality? You should know..."

Ok?
Sanjay's disciple, who had initially been confident of victory, gradually changed his expression and his Adam's apple bobbed.

Sanjay's brows furrowed involuntarily halfway through the conversation.

Not finished yet!

the end.

Huai Kong took a light breath, his gaze suddenly sharpening.

"Hey! Where were you when you were 'neither thinking of good nor evil'?!"

His speech was calm, his voice was stern, and his words were enunciated as if they were nails!

It fell into my ears.

Thunderous roar!

Sanjay's expression stiffened slightly, his train of thought abruptly cut off!

Is this... a Buddhist disciple from the Central Plains?
(End of this chapter)