Fellow Taoists, please respect yourself.

Chapter 387 Buddha Tears
If Taoism is a tree, then this tree has grown to a huge size that can cover the three realms, with countless dense branches, and branches on top of branches.

In this behemoth, there are internal struggles, disagreements, legal disputes, and even distinctions between the orthodox and unorthodox paths. It is common for people to stab each other in the back.

The competition between Zhengyi and Quanzhen alone is an obvious one, and inconsistencies in subdivided concepts and ideas are commonplace.

But no matter what, whether it is Zhengyi, Quanzhen, the orthodox way or the side door, they all belong to the Taoist lineage after all.

And these Dharma lineages represent the fortune of Taoism.

There is no specific carrier of Taoism's destiny.

As powerful as Emperor Ziwei is, he is only the leader of the North Pole lineage of Taoism.

As tyrannical as Hei Lu is, he is just a branch of Taoism. Even if this branch is very important, it is still a branch.

Even though the disciples of the Four Heavenly Masters are spread throughout the three realms and Quanzhen is at its peak, they cannot represent the entire Taoist sect.

There are only three Taoist ancestors who can represent Taoism, but these three basically don't care about anything. The only one who appears all year round is Taishang Laojun, who is living in heaven and is not sure whether he can be considered as a Taoist ancestor.

This also leads to the fact that the luck of Taoism is quite scattered. In short, it basically does not put all its efforts into one place.

If you want to temporarily change this situation, there are often two things that are most effective.

First, the Taoist priest has spoken: you all should stand together, stand up straight, be alert and don’t embarrass yourself.

With the Taoist's decree, the many Taoist lineages will naturally obey and will not disobey, and their destiny will naturally be integrated.

And the second is...

Damn Buddhism!

As long as they can flatter the Buddhist sect, the Taoist priest will come to help.

The two Dharma lineages, who may still be glaring at each other today and wishing to slap to death the Taoist priest with different ideas, may work together to give Buddhism a severe blow tomorrow.

This is not a conflict at all.

The current situation is that both the first and second conditions have been met.

The Taoist Patriarch spoke personally and even planned it himself: Damn Buddhism!

As a result, all the Taoist lineages, who were like each other, put aside their personal grudges tacitly and gathered all their luck together.

'tread……'

Jiang Lin panted and took a heavy step. The one with luck is invisible and intangible, but it really exists. Generally speaking, it will not have any practical impact on the bearer.

But as I said, generally speaking it won’t happen.

This is not an ordinary situation. The fortune of the entire Taoist sect is temporarily placed on Jiang Lin. Such a terrifying weight makes it almost difficult for Jiang Lin to take a single step.

But Jiang Lin's eyes were frighteningly bright.

He could feel an extremely strange feeling.

A unique "perspective" that is above everything and transcends all things.

From this perspective, everything is quantifiable, everything has a traceable path, and everything operates in accordance with the existence of "Tao".

In this operating trajectory, Jiang Lin can see everything in it. Even if most of it is incomprehensible, it does not prevent Jiang Lin from observing and understanding.

The mere existence of this perspective is a great opportunity for any practitioner!

In short, the world's "underlying operating code" has been transformed into the most easy-to-understand language and engraved on books that can be read at any time!

And what Jiang Lin is holding now is such a book.

"Impossible, this is impossible!"

Zen Master Wuchao shouted out of control, as if he had seen something incomprehensible. He completely lost the calmness and state of mind of a top master with supernatural powers.

He stared at Jiang Lin closely, his face distorted, and he vented his emotions almost like a roar.

"You are just a temporary carrier! How can you do this? This is absolutely impossible!"

As he spoke, there was only Jiang Lin's figure left in Zen Master Wuchao's eyes, as if he wanted to see through Jiang Lin completely.

"who are you!"

Zen Master Wuchao asked almost word by word.

This state of controlling everything with the help of luck is definitely not something that Jiang Lin, a temporary carrier, can achieve.

Absolutely not!

Even Zen Master Wuchao had only seen this state in his own father.

In the past, Emperor Jun emerged from the sun and, as the Golden Crow, ruled over all the demons in the three realms. He founded the demon race and established the Demon Court. The fortune of the demon race was naturally generated. As the first and founding Demon King, Emperor Jun was able to do almost the same thing.

That is to use the luck of the demon race as a springboard and literally take control of the entire demon race.

Everything that extends from the concept of "demon clan" and belongs to the "Tao" is in the hands of Di Jun!

Only the Demon Emperor Di Jun could do this! Even Donghuang Taiyi couldn't do it! Even the new Demon Emperor Wuchao Zen Master couldn't do it!

Jiang Lin blinked, not quite understanding why Zen Master Wuchao reacted so strongly.

But at this moment, Jiang Lin did not have time to delve into these things, because the weight of Taoism's luck was too astonishing. In just a short period of time, he could no longer bear it.

Quick victory!

Thinking of this, Jiang Lin raised his hand and nodded.

There was no disturbance, nor any strange phenomenon.

But just like a butterfly flapping its wings, such a slight influence, but following a certain but extremely unlikely trajectory and future possibilities, amidst countless inevitable coincidences, it turned into a huge storm!
All things are running within the trajectory of "Tao". The so-called Tao follows nature and the ultimate truth of nature is also part of "Tao".

In fact, Jiang Lin didn’t do anything, but he used this special perspective to "see" the fortune of Buddhism.

He also "saw" the luck of the demon race that had just appeared on top of the luck of Buddhism, which had not yet been completely integrated with the luck of Buddhism, but had already become part of Buddhism.

There is a "gap" between the two.

Then, using the Taoist luck as a crowbar, he pried along the gap.

Even such a pry should have a very weak impact, but since the impact has already occurred, there will be changes, and with changes, there will be trajectories.

The trajectory proves development, development extends to change, and change constructs greater impact.

This is a perfect circle, and within this circle, "Tao" can interfere and influence it.

As a result, the gap between the original fortune of Buddhism and the fortune of the demon clan that had just merged became bigger and bigger.

Finally, the crack turned into a canyon, and then into an irreparable natural barrier.

Until the two fall apart!
The changes in luck are still invisible and intangible. Only a few top-notch masters with great supernatural powers present can sense the horror within.

The most shocked among them was naturally the Zen Master Wuchao.

He could feel that the luck of the demon race that he controlled had undergone inexplicable changes after being "leveraged" this time, and then it continued to develop along the trajectory, causing an impact...

Another perfect circle.

This change is a kind of simplification, a suppression and dispersion of the demon race's luck.

If the fortune of Buddhism is a mountain, then the fortune of the demon race is the layer that has just been cut off from it.

Now, the gap between the two has been pried open, and the layer of rock representing the demon clan's luck has fallen off the mountain of Buddhism's luck.

After falling to the ground, there is one and only one possibility and outcome.

That's falling apart.

'puff! '

Zen Master Wuchao couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood, and his own energy was visibly declining.

His status as the Demon King naturally disappeared as the demon clan's fortune crumbled!
The blessing that allowed him to reach the top level of a great master naturally disappeared.

And the one who accomplished all this was just a Taitai Yi Jinxian!

He is also a Taiyi Golden Immortal who was promoted after refining the Golden Crow bloodline.

A Taiyi Golden Immortal who can be crushed to death with just one finger!
The strong contrast and the mentality of "raising a tiger to bring harm" caused Zen Master Wuchao to collapse.

"Om! ! " The moment Zen Master Wuchao lost his status as the Demon King,

The old Taoist priest, Kunpeng, Wenshi Zhenren, and Wei Boxian, two top masters of supernatural powers, and two masters of supernatural powers who are second only to the first-tier ones, appeared in front, behind, and on both sides of Zen Master Wuchao at the same time.

Everyone raised a hand.

Thus, the gods and evil spirits of Fengdu, the power of space, the creation of yin and yang, and the original black energy were suppressed on the body of Zen Master Wuchao at the same time.

The gilded flame flickered on the body of Zen Master Wuchao, trying to break through the blockade.

If it was a being with a single great power, the Golden Crow Divine Fire might be able to withstand it, or even gain the upper hand.

Under the suppression of the four great powers, Zen Master Wuchao had no chance of turning things around.

This is the simplest, crudest and most primitive, but also the most effective method of suppression and ban.

With the banning of Zen Master Wuchao, it also meant the end of the demon race, completely over.

Zen Master Wuchao raised his eyes and looked at Kunpeng who was right opposite him. Facing the complicated look, Zen Master Wuchao opened his mouth but said nothing.

He had always been very clear about this, and even his father and uncle had personally told the ten brothers that the Demon Master was not loyal to the Golden Crow or the Demon King, but to the demon clan.

He once asked his father: Aren’t you afraid that the demon master will rebel one day?

In response to this, my father’s answer was very domineering: I am a demon.

But father, you are no longer with us, and now, along with the demon race, will be swept into the garbage dump and become dust.

There was a hint of doubt in the eyes of Zen Master Wuchao. He didn't understand why the Demon Master wanted to do it so thoroughly.

Obviously, if the demon race joins Buddhism, they really have a chance to rise. Even if the hope is extremely slim, it is still much better than the demon race disappearing.

Although they were able to leave behind descendants, without their ancestral home, ancestral temple, and good fortune, the demon race was effectively destroyed.

Demon Master, why?
Facing the look of Zen Master Wuchao, Kunpeng sighed, looked at the old Taoist almost pleadingly, and said: "Daoyou, he will definitely die. In this case, can I..."

Will I die?
I am a person with great supernatural powers, why would I die?
The doubt in Zen Master Wuchao's eyes became even more intense.

"It's better to die with a clear conscience."

The old Taoist no longer laughed, yelled, or cursed as usual, but instead spoke with a sigh.

"Thank you."

Kunpeng nodded gratefully, and then, in front of the horrified look of Zen Master Wuchao, Kunpeng cut off a part of his own spiritual power!
His energy was also rapidly weakening, falling to a level similar to that of Zen Master Wuchao.

Kunpeng cut himself with a sword, reducing his own realm from the top level of a great master!

“That way, you can see something.”

Kunpeng's face turned pale, and he raised his hand and touched Zen Master Wuchao's brow.

At the cost of Kunpeng's status as a top-notch master with great supernatural powers that he had refined for countless years, Zen Master Wuchao finally saw something.

Something that exists in the past, present and future at the same time, destined to become history, and also destined to happen in the future...

"puff!"

Zen Master Wuchao spat out a mouthful of his own blood and was terrified to death.

His eyes were full of bloodshot, and every bloodshot was engraved with the emotion called "horror".

"Ugh……"

The old Taoist sighed, and the gods of Fengdu surged, suppressing the realm of Zen Master Wuchao. He looked up and shouted, "Disciple, give him a quick death."

After saying that, the old Taoist looked at Master Wuchao and said, "The last pure-blooded three-legged golden crow died in his hands. Doesn't that count as an insult to you?"

Zen Master Wuchao did not resist, but just barely came back to his senses from the extreme shock. Hearing the old Taoist's question, he lowered his head slightly with a bitter smile on his lips.

"It's not an insult? It's more than..."

'laugh! ! '

The Brilliant Seven-Star Sword fell from the sky and took away the life of Zen Master Wuchao cleanly and neatly, giving him complete death and rebirth.

First, the destiny fell apart, and the status of the Demon King that had just been condensed was broken up again. Then, the only existence in the Three Realms that was qualified to bear the position of the Demon King and the destiny of the demon race was completely destroyed.

The entire demon race also followed suit and faced the inevitable result.

From then on, there were only monsters, but no more monster tribes.

Jiang Lin lowered his head to take a look at the Zen Master Wuchao who was no longer alive.

He raised his head somewhat shakily.

I'm almost at my limit, but I haven't done anything yet...

As Jiang Lin thought so, his gaze crossed over Beijuluzhou and looked towards Xiniuhezhou.

Lingshan.

Lingshan is still majestic and the Leiyin Temple is still grand and solemn.

But beneath this appearance is a pillar of fortune that is no longer glorious.

Although Jiang Lin's prying just now was mostly aimed at the rock of the demon clan's luck, in the process of the demon clan's luck collapsing and rolling, it would inevitably cause damage to the luck of Buddhism itself.

So this became the scene that Jiang Lin was "seeing" now.

The golden pillar that represents the fortune of Buddhism is somewhat dim and has some potholes.

But this is not enough.

Jiang Lin knew very well that in his current state, he would never be in this situation again in his life.

Once you have power in your hands, you can issue orders!

Thinking of this, Jiang Lin raised his hand again.

There is nothing fancy, just directly press the luck of Taoism up!

It is a fantasy to cut off the destiny of Buddhism, but suppression is definitely possible!

‘Buzz! ! ’

An invisible and intangible collision occurred with almost no hindrance. Under the suppression of Taoism's luck, Buddhism's luck was forcibly suppressed.

Even Buddhism, which is flourishing, thriving, and full of vitality, cannot withstand such devastation.

All the Buddhist practitioners felt a sense of panic and sadness unconsciously.

It was as if a large piece of something extremely important had been dug out from my heart.

On the top of the sacred mountain, in the Lingjiu Palace.

One of the most ancient and oldest Buddhas in Buddhism, the ancient Buddha Dipankara sat on a cushion, bowed his head and silently recited Buddhist scriptures, as if nothing had happened and as if he had not sensed anything.

But a tear fell from the corner of his eye.

"Namo..."

The ancient Buddha's sad sigh was heard on the sacred mountain, which was still magnificent and majestic, but inexplicably had a sense of decadence and grayness.

Jiang Lin withdrew his hand with some doubt. The blessing from Taoism's luck had reached its limit, or rather, Jiang Lin himself had reached his limit.

He came out of that extremely strange state.

But there was still confusion in Jiang Lin's eyes.

Was it too smooth?
Unlike Taoism, which has no specific carrier of luck, the carrier of Buddhism's luck is within the Great Leiyin Temple. It is none other than the Tathagata Buddha sitting high in the Leiyin Temple.

This is also the reason why Buddhism can compete with Taoism.

There are specific carriers, some are good and some are bad, but if the carrier himself is top-notch, then the advantages will definitely outweigh the disadvantages.

The power of Tathagata Buddha is obviously beyond doubt.

But why, when I was performing Qigong exercises on the Buddha, the Buddha didn't react at all?

It’s like... not in Lingshan?
(End of this chapter)