Others follow advice and imitate celebrities, but you start by pretending to be a god?

Ksitigarbha looked inside and instinctively wanted to go in and take a look.

But in the end, he hesitated for a moment, then turned and left.

After all, he wasn't a disciple of the dojo.

This Hongmeng Book Pavilion is clearly the core area of ​​the Daoist temple.

Having already gained enlightenment under the guidance of my predecessors, I have figured out a path that belongs to me. I should not be greedy and become increasingly greedy.

With his hands clasped together, Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva slowly paced around the temple grounds.

Not long after, Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva arrived at an extremely grand pavilion.

"The Primordial Treasure Pavilion?"

Softly reciting the mantra, this time, Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva did not hesitate. His eyes shone brightly as he entered the treasure pavilion.

Is this a treasured possession of a senior?

Since it's too embarrassing to go into the Hongmeng Library, then it shouldn't be a problem to come in and admire the accumulated knowledge of our predecessors over the years, right?

Despite having prepared himself mentally, the local Tibetan king was still completely shocked by what he saw when he actually entered the treasure pavilion!

One ancient magical artifact after another: an ancient purple bell, a cauldron dripping with primordial and ecliptic energy, a sword embryo half-embedded in a stone core, a longbow shattering the void, a small black and white millstone...

Even animal horns, bone clubs, willow branches, and so on were all placed in their respective positions!

These magical artifacts number in the millions, layered upon layer, spiraling upwards, densely packed atop the ancient wooden frame.

Each piece was extraordinary, radiating a faint, ethereal glow.

These magical artifacts range from ancient to novel, from solemn to violent, and some even exude a faint, dark yellow aura.

But without a doubt, all the magical artifacts here share a common characteristic!

"This...is the aura of merit?!"

"How could there be so many meritorious treasures after the Investiture of the Gods?"

"This is... your senior's treasured possession?"

Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva looked on in awe, gazing into the four directions. The fragrance of sandalwood wafted through the air, and the entire treasure pavilion radiated a dazzling brilliance and divine light!
How did you, senior, obtain so much merit?!

As Ksitigarbha carefully approached, he discovered that these magical treasures were not only displayed there, but also each had a few lines of small characters inscribed beneath it, explaining their origins.

【The Cauldron of Mother Qi of All Things】

[Formed from the primordial energy of all things, primordial and yellow]

[The Mother Qi was left behind by the Craftsman God who fell to earth more than 73 million years ago. When the Heavenly Emperor was in trouble, he established a divine treasure in the God's Tomb and forged a great weapon in the Sea of ​​Wheels.]

【Palm-sized Heavenly Bottle】

Originally a treasure of a major power in the Immortal Realm, this dark green bottle-shaped object consists of a bottle body and a bottle spirit, possessing the incredible power to seize the creation of heaven and earth.

【…】

Looking at the many magical treasures, Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva slowly examined each one.

After watching for a while, he suddenly noticed a magical artifact in the distance that looked very familiar.

That's... a vajra pestle?

There's even a Vajra pestle here?
With a sense of curiosity, Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva walked up and slowly read the description of this magical artifact.

【Vajra Pestle】

[This supreme treasure, forged by the Great Emperor Amitabha Buddha in the past, was crafted from divine purple gold and served as an unparalleled ancient weapon for subduing demons within Buddhism. It was always shrouded in auspicious light, exuding holiness and peace. However, on its path to immortality, it was stained with the blood of too many Buddhist followers, causing it to undergo a near-complete transformation.]

Just looking at this sentence, Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva was shaken to his core!
Amitabha Buddha... Great Emperor?
Amitabha Buddha... The Great Emperor? ...

Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva looked astonished, his heart filled with shock. When had an Amitabha Buddha Emperor suddenly appeared within the Three Realms?
Who opened up the path to sainthood?
Why would this weapon be stained with the blood of Buddhist disciples?

Before me stood a Vajra pestle, half a meter long.

One end is shaped like a vajra, while the other end is a sharp triangular shape.

These ritual implements are mostly used in the practice of subjugation in Esoteric Buddhism, to subdue demons and demonstrate their powerful magic.

Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva has been guarding the underworld and purifying the souls of the dead for millions of years, so he is naturally very familiar with this type of weapon.

His underworld temple also houses many vajras, but they are completely different from the one before him.

This vajra has a handle made of four Buddha heads.

One statue appears to be weeping, another to be laughing, one to be angry, and another to be scolding.

It appears to be forged from some kind of celestial metal, a rare treasure in the world, and should be incredibly sacred.

However, at this moment, the Vajra Pestle was emitting a faint blood-red light.

Its tip was stained with three drops of blood, exuding an ancient aura. Despite the passage of countless years, it remained vividly bright and dazzling, piercing the eye.

Time cannot wash away the blood on it; it radiates a crimson light, outlining the patterns of the vast world on the vajra.

At first glance, this is hardly a Buddhist treasure; it's more like a glimpse into an ancient Asura hell!

It was chilling and terrifying, sending shivers down one's spine!

"Who left this here?"

"Where did you get this information, senior?"

Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva cautiously approached and gently touched the vajra pestle, wanting to observe it more closely.

The moment his fingers touched the vajra, the scene before him suddenly changed!
A vast, ancient, and desolate wilderness appeared before his eyes.

Ksitigarbha looked around and found that the place was vast and boundless, but almost devoid of life. Sand was flying and the earth was cracked, as if it were an endless desert.

"This is...an illusion?" Ksitigarbha frowned slightly, gripping the Vajra pestle tightly in his hand.

Just as he was wondering, an ancient voice rang in his ears.

The ancient land embraced compassion.

[The Great Emperor Amitabha, whose origins are unknown, descended from beyond the heavens tens of thousands of years ago. With great wisdom, compassion, power, and perseverance, he forged this ancient sacred land of the Western Desert, the ultimate paradise on earth.]

He walks among mortals, dwelling with all living beings, manifesting miracles, and relieving suffering and distress.

He made a grand vow to personally preach the faith.

'Clang~'

Buddhist chants and sermons filled the air, radiating Buddhist light, amidst the vast and boundless天地 (heaven and earth).

The next moment, Ksitigarbha found that the scenery around him had changed again.

A blurry figure, draped in a cassock, walked alone against the storm and the desert.

The figure clasped his hands together, surrounded by countless Buddhist principles.

As he walked by, a shower of light fell, and the world seemed to change color.

Withered trees come back to life, all kinds of grasses flourish, and life begins to bloom on the barren desert.

Life gradually spread.

As the figure passed by, the once barren world began to bloom with brilliant colors, and life sprouted and budded.

The Great Emperor traversed every inch of the earth on foot, spreading his teachings far and wide.

The Great Emperor's merits are immeasurable; since his arrival, he has transformed this barren land into a divine paradise.

Buddhists are found everywhere, kneeling in devout worship.

The crystal-clear Wuliang Golden Body Lake, the magnificent Bodhisattva Plateau, the majestic Ancient Buddha Mountain, eminent monks preaching, holy monks expounding the Dharma... Why should the mortal world envy the heavens? This place has already become a realm close to the divine.

With the ancient voice, the world changed once again. Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva found that the vast desert where he originally lived had disappeared, replaced by a peaceful and ancient Buddhist kingdom.

The atmosphere here is peaceful and serene.

A row of tranquil Buddhist temples stand there.

A powerful Buddhist force permeated the heavens and earth, gentle as water. Figures walked among the heavens and earth, their hands clasped in prayer.

In towns, doors are left unlocked at night; the world is filled with compassion.

"This is……"

"The story of the owner of this Vajra Pestle? The Great Emperor Amitabha?"

Ksitigarbha looked around and sighed deeply.

How similar is his idea to transform an entire barren desert with one's own strength and sow the seeds of life in a desolate place?
[A single domain may adhere to only one doctrine.]

Arhats, Bodhisattvas, and Living Buddhas—those who revere Buddhism all chant the name of Amitabha Buddha; this has been the case since ancient times.

This is a magnificent sight; a vast region reveres only one doctrine, creating a miracle unprecedented in history.

Upon hearing this sound, Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva stared at the Vajra Pestle, his eyes slightly narrowed.

Didn't he share the same wish?
If hell is not empty, I will never become a Buddha.

Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva once made a grand vow, also wanting to create such a glorious era and to create such an auspicious scene that is rare throughout the ages.

"However, is this really a good idea?"

Is it right or wrong?

“I dedicated everything to Buddha, but in the end I was misled by Buddha.”

A voice suddenly rang out beside Ksitigarbha.

Ksitigarbha suddenly turned around.

It was an old monk, seemingly thin and withered, yet also appearing enormous.

He looked down and the sky above seemed to manifest as a Mount Sumeru, compassionate and empathetic, as if he had been sitting there for countless ages!

When the local Tibetan king looked closely, he found that the old monk had vanished without a trace, and the landscape suddenly changed!
[The Great Emperor Amitabha made a great vow to save all sentient beings and embark on the path to immortality and sainthood, but was interrupted at the most crucial moment.]

All living beings are singing a lament.

Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva awoke with a start and looked around. The once peaceful Buddhist sanctuary had been engulfed in flames of war.

The blood shot into the sky.

Screaming again and again.

One Buddha after another sacrificed everything for Amitabha Buddha, yet they still could not withstand the invasion of extraterrestrial visitors, and lives were lost one after another.

Countless temples are crumbling and collapsing.

A bronze plaque inscribed with the name of the Great Thunder Temple flew in from beyond the heavens, carrying boundless Buddhist light as it crashed into the path to sainthood and settled before the Amitabha Buddha Emperor.

There was blood everywhere, the blood of all living beings and the blood of Amitabha Buddha, a truly shocking sight.

The Buddhist community does not want Amitabha Buddha to become an immortal alone; this is merely a means for them to strengthen the Buddhist community.

The time has come; unleash the thunderous fury!

A thunderous sound echoed across the desolate, blood-red desert.

One divine punishment after another descended from the sky. The withered old man stepped down from the path to sainthood, spread his arms, and used his spine to protect the entire Western Desert!

Thunder splattered and blood flew everywhere. The old man chanted Buddhist prayers as he looked at the shattered earth with a face full of compassion and remorse.

"Amitabha……"

The ancient emperor vanished without a trace, and thunderous lightning descended from the sky like a sea!

"Do not!!"

"How could this be?!"

Ksitigarbha's eyes blazed with fury. He roared, his body radiating Buddhist principles, as if he wanted to reach out and grab onto something to save something.

But in the end, he was powerless to stop it all from happening!

We could only watch helplessly as it all happened!
Looking at the vast Buddhist land, countless believers were wailing everywhere!
[In countless Buddhist kingdoms, there was no longer a single Buddha; countless lives were lost. From this day forward, there was no longer Amitabha Buddha or any followers of Amitabha Buddha, and the entire Western Land returned to deathly silence.]

That vast Buddhist kingdom has vanished without a trace.

The light and shadow have vanished, the chanting has ceased, and the peaceful atmosphere has completely disappeared.

This place has become a desolate wasteland, a sanctuary turned into hell, where countless restless souls wander aimlessly.

[He once wholeheartedly devoted himself to saving all sentient beings and took refuge in Buddhism, only to be betrayed by the Buddhist community in the end.]

If only I could do it all over again

[Your Majesty, are you still willing to convert to Buddhism?]

Are you still willing to live like this?

That magnificent sound was as awe-inspiring as thunder!

Blood and fire raged fiercely. That Vajra Pestle, originally a supreme treasure forged by the Great Emperor Amitabha himself, was now entangled with endless resentment and stained with the Great Emperor's blood!
It transformed into a red, furious lion, roaring repeatedly, shattering this universe, its entire body radiating blood-red light, and it soared into the sky with all its might, vowing to suppress and kill all Buddhas!

Is this self-salvation or saving the world?

Is this venting or atonement?

Only after those words were spoken did the surrounding scenery gradually return to tranquility.

The golden vajra, stained with blood, fell into the hands of Ksitigarbha.

'Click...'

Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva gripped the Vajra pestle tightly, his eyes burning with fury!
He was a great emperor of ancient times!
To save all living beings and to enlighten the barren land!
They exhausted everything for the prosperity of Buddhism and for coexistence with the world!
Over millions of years, an ancient Buddhist kingdom was built in a desolate land!
But in the end, all of this turned out to be a scheme by the extraterrestrial Buddhist sect, a means for them to consolidate their power.

When the time comes, will thunderbolts descend to annihilate millions of believers?!
How similar this is to him!

He also once saved countless wronged souls in the underworld, devoted everything to Buddhism, and even made a great vow that he would not become a Buddha until hell was empty!

However, in the Three Realms, many Buddhist forces have been oppressing and suppressing his followers!
Could it be that he was merely a tool used by Buddhism?

He devoted countless years to Buddhism, yet gained nothing. In the end... will he suffer the same fate as Amitabha Buddha?
If this continues...

Will this...be his destiny too?!
Is this the true face of Buddhism?!

Ksitigarbha's eyes blazed with fury as he gripped his vajra tightly.

One of his eyes gleamed with Buddhist light, while the other surged with bloodthirsty killing intent!

His robes fluttered in the wind, his kasaya danced in the air, and at this moment, Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva's expression showed extreme struggle!

Endless lightning bolts intertwined around him, Buddhist principles and murderous intent clashing and struggling against each other.

finally.

Ksitigarbha closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

When he opened his eyes again, they were still shining with Buddhist light!

But beneath that dazzling Buddhist light lurked a deep aura of bloodshed and murderous intent!
He gripped the vajra tightly and strode out of the treasure pavilion.

Throughout the journey, the murderous intent in his eyes continued to surge and churn!
Walking to the beach, he looked at Lin Nan, who was lying on a deck chair deep in thought. After hesitating for a long time, he finally spoke in a deep voice.

He bowed deeply, all the way to the bottom, and raised the vajra pestle high with both hands.

"Excuse me, senior?"

"May I borrow this Vajra pestle?"

"I will definitely return it in the future!"

Lin Nan, who was sitting cross-legged in the sun chair, was taken aback when she heard this.

Vajra pestle?
What is this……

"Did you take it from the treasure vault?" Lin Nan asked疑惑地. (End of this chapter)