Day and night tour

Chapter 433 The Supreme Secret

Buddha is an ancient Buddha, and demon is also an ancient Buddha.

Zhou Xuan asked Wuya Chan, "You seemed to have mentioned earlier that the ancient Buddha had also committed some acts of killing that disregarded human ethics?"

"Master, after you entered the dream of the Four Heavenly Venerables, did you see how the Four Heavenly Venerables were born?"

Wuya Chan then shifted the topic to the dream of the Four Heavenly Venerables.
Zhou Xuan shook his head and said, "I've only guessed the general idea, but I haven't seen the specific scenes."

In that grand dream, Zhou Xuan played the role of the "Blood God's Will." According to the existing development of the dream, the Blood God's Will and the Supreme Will would have an unprecedented battle.
The victor was, of course, the "Supreme Will." Having won the great battle, he used the power of the Blood God's Will to confer titles upon the Four Heavenly Venerables, which also gave rise to the Nine Heavenly Gods. In the mortal world, nine ancient ancestral trees grew.

"The Four Heavenly Venerables originally possessed pure hearts. Like the Supreme Will, they revered civilization and order, and were once followers of the Supreme Will."
However, they were not appointed by the "Supreme Will."

After a pause, Wuya Chan said, "If it is true, as the rumors say, that the Heavenly Venerables were appointed by the Supreme Will, then how could they possess such extraordinary power to divide the sea for the Supreme Will?"

Zhou Xuan thought about it and realized that it made sense.

The supreme will emerged from the seabed, and its surging power left a deep impression on Zhou Xuan.

But now, upon closer reflection, this awe-inspiring power was undoubtedly due to the combined efforts of the Four Heavenly Venerables in dividing the sea.

Judging from the scene at that time, the Four Heavenly Venerables already possessed unparalleled supernatural powers.

Wuya Chan said, "I have no memory of the ancient Buddha, but after seeing your cloud pattern, I had a great dream. In the dream, I seemed to have some enlightenment."

“Please speak, Zen Master,” Zhou Xuan said.

"Although the Blood God's will has been subdued, it is an immortal being, and it must be immortal. Its mission is to serve as the source of power for the world of Jing Kingdom."
As long as he is alive, the Kingdom of Jing will not die; but if he is not here—the Kingdom of Jing will perish. It won't even need the Kingdom of Buddhism to attack; it will simply age like an old man nearing his end, growing old to the point of decay, and then die peacefully in his old age.

Wuya Chan said, "Therefore, Jing Kingdom, we cannot let the Blood God die, but we also cannot let the Blood God gain freedom."
A blood god who worships chaos and slaughter, once he gains the freedom he desires, will plunge the entire Kingdom of Jing into endless darkness.

"And then? What did Ikuni do?"

Zhou Xuan asked about the Zen of Wuya.

"This humble monk is also guessing. I guess that the Four Heavenly Venerables have become a prison of the Blood God's will."

Wuya Chan was slightly agitated and said, "The Four Heavenly Venerables devoured the Blood God's will and used their bodies as the Blood God's prison."

"From then on, the Blood God became the new heart of the Jing Kingdom, and this heart provided the Jing Kingdom with boundless vitality and hope."

Upon hearing this, Zhou Xuan said, "This means that it is still unknown whether the current Well Kingdom is the Well Kingdom of the Supreme Will or the Well Kingdom of the Four Heavenly Venerables?"

The fact that the Four Heavenly Venerables have the "Blood God" inside their bellies means that they have mastered the source of power of the Well Kingdom—they may be the true rulers of the Well Kingdom.

"It wasn't as glamorous as it seemed."

Wuya Chan said, "The Four Heavenly Venerables are imprisoning the Blood God, which is actually equivalent to the Blood God imprisoning them—as long as the Four Heavenly Venerables use their power excessively without authorization, the Blood God will have a chance to break free."
Imprisonment is mutual.
Moreover, the Blood God did not offer any resistance; he was constantly corrupting the Ancient Buddha, the Taoist Ancestor, the Blood Well, and the Witch God.
Even a celestial being would not be able to withstand such pollution over time.

Therefore,
All four Heavenly Venerables had periods of madness and frenzy.

Wuya Chan said, "Like the ancient Buddha, who once transformed into a nine-winged golden roc, swallowing tens of thousands of people in one gulp..."

Like the Blood Well, more than sixty years ago, on the night of the Laba Festival, a blood-soaked dream drew one-tenth of the followers of the incense-burning Taoist sect into the well.

"The Four Heavenly Venerables are getting more and more irritable."

After hearing Wuyai Chan's speculation about the "greatest secret of the Jing Kingdom," Zhou Xuan's expression became slightly solemn. The internal and external troubles of the Jing Kingdom were much more serious than he had imagined.

Externally, there is the covetous Buddhist kingdom; internally, there is the Blood God who is always ready to break out of the "Celestial Venerable's Cage".

Wuya Chan continued, "The most insane Heavenly Venerable of that time was the Ancient Buddha. Sometimes, he would go mad for months on end, devouring hundreds of thousands of people."

One day, the ancient Buddha, unable to withstand the corruption of the Blood God, devised a brilliant solution.

"Divide!"

Wuya Zen said.

The method of this differentiation was that the ancient Buddha found "twenty-one fools" in the mortal world, poured his power into the bodies of those twenty-one fools, and at the same time used his supernatural powers to inscribe "Supreme Secret" into the bodies of those fools.

Upon hearing this, Zhou Xuan recalled what Yun Ziliang had previously described as "enlightenment."

It was after the initiation that the ancient Buddha officially became the Twenty-One Dhyanas.

"That's right, that's the initiation ceremony."

Wuya Chan further stated, "After the initiation, the ancient Buddha enters a permanent slumber."

A fool is heartless and unconscious, and will not be bewitched by the Blood God. The ancient Buddha has long been asleep, so he will naturally not be bewitched.

These twenty-one fools became mindless human cages, and were thrown into the Nine Palaces, becoming the Twenty-One Zen Masters.

Furthermore, because these fools possess the "supreme secret" left by the ancient Buddha within their bodies, under normal circumstances, they will grow up and age slowly, just like normal people, until they are nearing the end of their lives.

However, unlike normal people, when they reach their extreme old age, they can suddenly grow back into babies overnight.

These babies will then enter a new growth cycle, and the cycle will repeat itself.

"This supreme secret is indeed quite mysterious."

“The twenty-one dhyanas, each time you are born as an infant, counts as one lifetime. The first few lifetimes are relatively peaceful, but the further you go, the worse it gets.”

"After nine generations, those original fools became increasingly intelligent. The more intelligent they became, the more easily they were seduced by the will of the Blood God within them. This 'Six Desires Zen' is a living example of this."

Only after hearing this did Zhou Xuan realize whose blood was that had been seducing the fish monk.

"That mass of blood, in reality, cannot be considered a true ancient Buddha; is it the will of the Blood God?"

"Yes."

"Can't we kill that fish monk?" Zhou Xuan asked. "If we kill him, won't the Blood God's will within him break free?"

"It's not that easy to run away from."

"Don't forget, the ancient Buddha laid down the 'Supreme Secret,' a secret method that can be activated when one dies in the Twenty-First Dhyana, dispersing the spiritual cultivation within the body."
Those scattered spiritual powers will seek out new fools to inhabit, and then repeat the cycle life after life.

Wuya Chan looked shaken and said, "However, for the past thousand years, the Fish Monk has been doing one thing: refining elixirs for the figures in the heavens, and then exchanging them for magical artifacts and incense offerings, constantly erasing the ancient Buddhist imprint within himself."
If it hasn't been worn away, that's fine. But if it has, then the Blood God's will within him will truly emerge.
If that were the case, then things would be very bad.

Wuya Chan bowed to Zhou Xuan again and said, "This time, I thank you very much, Master, for exposing the 'Six Desires Chan' and preventing this calamity of the Blood God's escape."

“There’s nothing more to say if you’re grateful.” Zhou Xuan helped Wuya Chan up and said, “But Master, there’s something I don’t understand.”

"Please speak, sir."

"You said that the Twenty-One Zen Masters become smarter with each lifetime, but also more susceptible to the bewitching of the Blood God within their bodies. You weren't bewitched, is it because you have a tiny bit of pure stupidity?"

"..."

Wuya Chan felt that Zhou Xuan's question was very tricky, but he did not get angry.

It's not that he's a Buddhist master or a tolerant person, but rather—what does it have to do with me, Wuya Chan, if you call Zhao Wuya stupid?
……

The two walked out of the big fish's body together.

At this moment, the fish monk, who had transformed into a large fish, raised his eyelids and looked at the expressions of the two men. From their fierce gazes, he understood that they had seen all of his past.

He still wanted to plead for mercy and hoped to live.

The desire to survive is the strongest of all desires, yet he simply couldn't bring himself to speak. He had murdered the abbot, wreaked havoc on the region, betrayed the ancient Buddha, become a dog of the Heavenly Vault, and used hundreds of thousands of people to refine elixirs—such heinous crimes were beyond description. How could someone like Zhou Xuan possibly allow him to live?
Unexpectedly, Zhou Xuan said, "Monk Yu, after we and Zen Master Wuya have seen your past and present lives, we feel that you should not have died at our hands."

"Can he still live?"

The fish monk's lips suddenly twitched; he saw a glimmer of hope for life.

"Could it be that they are still wary of me being an incarnation of an ancient Buddha, or the Twenty-First Zen Master?"

"I've said it before: there are too many things in this world that involve personal relationships. What does morality matter? What does the law matter? It all comes down to having strong connections."

"When beating a dog, sometimes you have to consider its owner."

His gaze involuntarily shone with a gleam.
Zhou Xuan also noticed this and asked the fish monk, "Demon monk, have you misunderstood me?"
It's not that I won't kill you, it's that I won't kill you with my own hands.
"A charlatan like you, if the entire city's inhabitants came to kill you, all the people of Mingjiang Prefecture who were completely fooled by you would have to each cut off a piece of your flesh to eat."

“I am the Buddha of Huangyuan. The people dare not eat me. Zhou Xuan, you are delusional.”

The fish monk, with a burst of strength from who knows where, struggled free and shouted.

Not only did the fish monk think so, but Lu Xingzhou also thought so. He moved closer to Zhou Xuan and said, "Master, what the fish monk said is true. His reputation in Huangyuan Prefecture is extremely high. If the common people were to kill him, they would not only not kill him, but might even forgive him."

"That's because the common people don't know what he's done. If they did, they would want to tear him apart, chew his skin, and use his heart and liver as a snack."

Zhou Xuan said this, but Lu Xingzhou was still not optimistic. He knew that the fish monk was very vicious, but he was struggling to obtain any substantial evidence.

This monk was fierce, but he was also cautious in his actions and left almost no serious wounds.

“Monk Yu, he may be an evil monk, but there’s no real evidence against him. Otherwise, we should kill him on the spot. If it’s inconvenient for you to do it, I can find someone to do it.”

Lu Xingzhou suggested.

"Evidence? I'll show you the evidence right now."

Zhou Xuan waved his hand and shouted, "Cerebellum!"

"exist!"

The walnut-sized main brain flew out of Zhou Xuan's secret realm on its own.

He is now Zhou Xuan's personal photographer, so how could he not have recorded such a "wonderful" past as that of the fish monk?
“Show Mr. Lu the evidence.”

"okay."

The cerebellum immediately projected onto the wall of the Mahakasyapa Temple, displaying every detail of the three Buddhist names that the fish monk had earned.

The scene moved frame by frame, and the sins of the fish monk were proclaimed to the world in a state of panic.

Lu Xingzhou, a native of Huangyuan Prefecture, stared in disbelief.

“Monk Fish, you have done a great service to Huangyuan. I wish I could kill you now.”

Yun Ziliang patted Zhou Xuan, then looked at Wuya Chan and said, as if seeking praise, "Look at him, our Yazi is upright, loves reading, and is a decent person."

Look at this fish monk again, tsk tsk, he's utterly wicked! All the bad things in the world are stored in his belly.

We're both at the Twenty-One Zen stages, yet the difference in our character is so vast. Do you know why?

"Why?" Zhou Xuan asked.

"That's because I, as the grandmaster, am a man of integrity..."

"A righteous man who gambles at mahjong parlors every day?" Zhou Xuan asked.

"..." Yun Ziliang.

"That was just a small-scale mahjong game, nothing more than killing sparrows."

Yun Ziliang then launched into a string of incomprehensible remarks, such as "a little gambling is harmless fun," "life is a gamble," and "reasonable entertainment, playing cards is good for the mind."

Zhou Xuan got a headache from hearing it so much, so he patted Yun Ziliang on the shoulder and said, "Master Zhengqi, if you really have any integrity, then do something worthwhile."

"what's up?"

Yun Ziliang asked.

Zhou Xuan pointed to the extremely stable Maha Temple and said, "This temple harbors too much evil. Demolish it."

"You want me to push such a huge tower? You're going to kill me with exhaustion!" Yun Ziliang said, poking his nose.

"Are you going to push it or not? If you don't, I'll let the painter set it on fire, and it'll burn even faster."

Zhou Xuan then said, "You can't let Old Hua beat you to this glorious thing, can you?"

Upon hearing the word "steal," Li Changxun's strange competitive spirit returned. He immediately patted his chest and said, "If Grandmaster won't push it, I will. We, the ancestors of Xunlong Mountain, are chivalrous and righteous, and we never lag behind others."

As he spoke, a fierce wind arose and began to blow against the towering tower.

During the tower push, he also glanced at Lu Xingzhou in the distance.

Lu Xingzhou strongly agreed with Zhou Xuan's approach, saying, "Eliminate evil completely. The Great Master has set the beginning, and we must finish it. Let's tear down the tower and expose all those filthy and ugly things to the light of day."
"Huangyuan Prefecture, from now on we must change our way of life. We can no longer live in the beautiful dream of the 'Western Paradise' woven by that wicked monk."

At this point, Lu Xingzhou immediately controlled the water, directing the Mudi River below the mountain to rush up and push the tower.

"I will turn those solid foundations into mud."

Yun Ziliang also put in his effort, softening the foundation soil beneath the tower, while the painter silently lit a fire for the tower—

As everyone worked together to push down the tower, the fish monk suddenly realized his mistake. He roared, "Zhou Xuan, you want the people to judge me! You're trying to ruin my Buddhist reputation! That's the result of a thousand years of my hard work!"

This pagoda, too, cannot be moved… It's the tallest and largest Buddhist pagoda among the four surrounding prefectures; it's my life's work, my dignity, and the symbol of Huangyuan Prefecture… Waaah!

The fish monk shed tears of sorrow. He was like a stingy landlord whose property was being confiscated, watching helplessly as the officials carried away his treasures piece by piece.

He could only be a "powerless husband," watching silently, his heart torn apart. In the end, all his sorrow turned into tears, and he cried bitterly.

“Cry? You should hurry up and laugh now. When you are hung up tomorrow, despised by the people, and then eaten by them, I'm afraid you won't want to laugh anymore.”

Zhou Xuan spoke with a smile, but as he spoke, he watched the fish monk's weeping with great interest, as if he were watching a wonderful movie.

"Even the tears shed by this fish are golden."

He looked at the teardrops and muttered to himself, while everyone busied themselves pushing the tower; the atmosphere was very harmonious.
But at this moment,
A discordant shout echoed through the void.

"Master Dao, I am done!"

"When the Cantongqi is perfected, I will live as long as Heaven and as old as Earth; I am a part of Heaven and Earth!"

"No one will support my lofty ambitions; I will brave the snow to reach the mountain peak myself!!"

Everyone except Zhou Xuan stopped what they were doing and looked around to see which idiot hadn't taken his medicine and was spouting such nonsense.

Zhou Xuan then remembered—the old alchemist Bai Lu Fangshi was still embedded in the wall of the "Spirit Realm".

He immediately shouted in one direction: "White Deer Taoist, if you're still alive even though you're embedded in the wall, hurry up and get out here, stop acting crazy."

(End of this chapter)