Mythology

Chapter 392 A Single Thought Generates Thirty-Six Thousand Buddhas
Yang He made no attempt to conceal his words, and in fact, it was impossible to hide them from Daoist Ran Deng.

There was no possibility of any secret maneuvering. From the moment he attained Buddhahood, Daoist Ran Deng would not give him any chance to breathe. He would face the combined might of the Chan and Jie sects and be annihilated by the Great Luo Golden Immortals.

Amidst the thick fog, one after another, green lamps flickered, their colorful flames burning ever brighter, revealing the unease in the heart of the Taoist priest.

The Daoist Ran Deng was naturally suspicious and had no intention of showing himself to Laozi.

pat.

A gambler's head was severed from his body, and the green ox head that grew out stared at Yang He.

Laozi neither beheaded everyone nor ignored Yang He; his actions seemed to say, "Show your sincerity."

Yang He's refinement of Buddhahood is also nearing its end.

The sound of burning incense lingered around his chest, and the Buddha's light enveloped the entire gambling den. The fleshy Buddha statue continuously absorbed his lifespan, which had been nearly exhausted over a thousand years.

There was a soft "poof" sound.

The countless fine cracks of the Buddha's fruition spread out, like the slowly unfolding stamen of a flower, eventually transforming into a nine-tiered lotus platform forged from flesh and blood.

In the center of the lotus platform, a small world floats quietly.

The size of the small world remains unchanged, still thirty to forty zhang within Lingjiu Mountain.

But Yang He had a premonition that he could change the name of the Dingguang Great Buddha Hall on the plaque to the name of the Immaculate Ghost Buddha with just a slight thought.

However, he hasn't done so yet; it's not the right time.

Yang He carefully sensed the changes after refining the Buddha's fruition. The blessing on his body and soul was negligible; the main benefit was the five gods within his body.

"Master, Master, look at us five brothers! Are we going to become immortals?!"

"This isn't becoming an immortal, it's clearly becoming a Buddha!"

"Attain Buddhahood! Attain Buddhahood!! Attain Buddhahood!!"

The five gods were all dressed as bodhisattvas, with kind faces, lowered eyes filled with compassion, wearing jeweled crowns and adorned with necklaces.

With a thought, Yang He quietly entered the True Scripture of Transforming the Three Souls and Seven Spirits.

The seven souls, which should have transformed into beast-shaped grass-headed gods, were instead in the form of Arhats, each with a guardian spirit beast under their feet, and each with their hands clasped together.

Whether it's the Grass God or the Five Gods, they are still evil spirits at their core.

However, they have been given a premium makeover, and their capabilities should have been significantly enhanced, with virtually no chance of evil spirits getting out of control.

Yang He became increasingly determined to make the Immaculate Ghost Buddha become the Dipankara Buddha.

"Their abilities are indeed a good match."

One of his little fingers fell off. According to the function of the Immaculate Ghost Body, the little finger immediately showed signs of turning into a ghost, and the same thing still happens now.

After Little Finger transformed into a ghost, he appeared as a large-headed monk, kneeling at Yang He's feet and whispering prayers with an extremely fanatical expression, "Buddha above!!"

A smile appeared on Yang He's lips. The drawbacks of the Immaculate Ghost Body had been completely remedied, and he could easily control the transformation of limbs and flesh into ghosts.

"Once one truly attains the status of Dipankara Buddha, wouldn't that be..."

He spread his arms, and flesh and blood scattered like raindrops. In an instant, the gambling hall was filled with a dense crowd of big-headed monks.

The big-headed monks opened their sharp teeth and chanted the words "immaculate" in unison.

"Since I am the Lesser Western Paradise, I can generate 36,000 Buddhas with a single thought!!!"

The second line of the sutra of past causes and effects, engraved in Yang He's flesh and bones, appeared.

Seeing the suffering of all beings, the immaculate monk made a great vow: to use his own body as a lamp to illuminate and dispel the illusions of the three realms.

"Unfortunately, the attainment of Buddhahood was only barely achieved."

Yang He looked at his palm. Because his lifespan was coming to an end, his skin and flesh had gradually turned into rock. The Sanskrit characters did not disappear with him, but instead shimmered with a faint Buddhist light.

This means that outsiders have the opportunity to seize the Buddha's position.

"No wonder Daoist Ran Deng was so fearless."

"Uh."

Yang He groaned and glanced at the southwest corner. The ground trembled slightly, and he could vaguely sense that Yang Dalang and Yang Silang were dead.

Although the ten sons of the Yang family were fake immortals transformed by the Immortal Slaughtering Formation, it wouldn't matter if their souls were scattered, but it would be a lie to say that he wasn't angry.

According to Yang Jiulang's instructions, it was Daoist Duobao who personally took action.

"Randeng Duobao will definitely be wary of my use of mortals to imagine false immortals. He will probably nip it in the bud as soon as it shows signs of life, which has basically eliminated the possibility of Dalang and Silang being resurrected."

“If we don’t take countermeasures, our other children won’t be able to hold out for long either.”

Yang He's eyes were sharp, and he knew that a battle with a huge disparity had begun.

He was facing two near-saints.

And myself.

All the permanent characters are at the Tribulation Transcending Realm. The Immaculate Ghost Buddha has a lifespan of only four thousand years, and even if he reaches the Tribulation Transcending Realm, he will suffer from qi deviation.

If one were to force their way to true immortality, it would probably require ten thousand years of lifespan to have any hope.

"That is to say."

"Not only do I have to turn the tables right under the nose of a half-step quasi-saint, but I also have to become an immortal and attain enlightenment along the way. Hehehe, how exciting!"

"Come on, come on! I, Daoist Master, have been diligently completing this historical allusion for this very day!"

Yang He continued to disassemble himself, and his skeleton transformed into a gaunt old monk. In an instant, the gambling den was filled with palm-sized monk ghosts.

The gambler's movements froze at the same time, and a line of blood appeared on his neck.

"Tap, tap, tap"

A series of dull thuds echoed as over a hundred heads rolled to the ground. Flesh and blood writhed at the severed necks, instantly sprouting hideous blue bull heads that all stared at Yang He.

"Thank you, Laozi. Your disciple will certainly not fail in his mission."

Yang He bowed respectfully and then put away the many green ox heads.

His remaining lifespan was exhausted, his life force was cut off, and the monk and ghost disappeared without a trace. The ground was covered with a layer of gravel that emitted a Buddhist light.

[Your character, the Immaculate Buddha, has died, and the story has ended.] The gambling den is no longer showing any signs of abnormality.

The candlelight of the Taoist priest shone into the room, carrying away the pebbles along with it.

.........

The twenty-four heavens.

The Taoist Ran Deng opened his eyes, and the killing intent he exuded was almost tangible.
"Light the lamp."

Without turning around, Daoist Ran Deng realized that the newcomer was Daoist Duobao, and out of the corner of his eye, he saw a strange mass of flesh and blood floating in mid-air.

The flesh and blood resemble the placenta, and the blood vessels form twisted facial features.

The Daoist Ran Deng regained his composure and examined the incarnation of the Daoist Duo Bao. "Have you already begun the enlightenment of the Sage Zhun Ti to Buddhahood?"

"I can't compare to your Buddhahood, but I have the advantage of no one trying to take it from me."

Duobao Daoist's lips curled up. He had originally been thinking of getting his hands on the Buddha's position, but he never expected that even Ran Deng Daoist could be defeated by Yang He.

He murmured a few times, and his flesh began to writhe as if breathing.

Inside, countless faces rose and fell, all looking exactly like Daoist Duobao, but retaining remnants of consciousness. You could clearly hear them wailing, trying to break free.

"This is the Garbhadhatu Mandala Empowerment. After cultivating it for 145,600 lifetimes, one can also attain Buddhahood. Why don't you, Dipankara, cultivate it with me?"

The Taoist Ran Deng coldly swept his gaze across the scene, noting that the two Western Saints represented different lineages of Buddhism.

The Daoist who guides is called the Exoteric School, while the Daoist who embodies the Esoteric School is called the Contemplative School.

One hundred and forty-five thousand six hundred bodies?

You're going to go crazy.

The Burning Lamp Taoist understood that the Treasure Master had no choice. Once chosen by the Tantric sect, his path of cultivating the Garbhadhatu Mandala was already predetermined. Even if the Treasure Master attained Buddhahood, he still could not change his fate.

At the same time, the fact that Duobao Daoren began to attain Buddhahood indirectly indicates that not only Jieyin Daoren, but also Zhunti Daoren has descended upon the Zhuxian Formation.

"Duobao, don't slack off, deal with that dojo as soon as possible."

Duobao Daoist said calmly, "Is Corpse Daoist important? Didn't your Buddhahood fall into the hands of Nuwa's disciples?"

"I suspect he possesses the ability to transform one qi into three pure ones."

Upon hearing these words from Daoist Ran Deng, Daoist Duo Bao fell silent.

Legend has it that Laozi possessed a great supernatural power called One Qi Transforms into Three Pure Ones, which allowed him to transform into three bodies without any distinction of primary or secondary status.

The Taoist Ran Deng's guess was not without reason.

Immaculate Buddha, Shen Gongbao, and Corpse Taoist are clearly one entity; at least the three of them have never appeared at the same time, and their actions and purposes are the same.

After a long silence, Daoist Duobao finally spoke, "What an extraordinary background! To have such good fortune even before becoming an immortal, what will he be like after becoming one?"

"maybe."

The Taoist Ran Deng gently stroked the illusory images of the Twenty-Four Heavens, saying, "The three bodies pay homage to the three saints: Laozi, Nuwa, and Yuanshi Tianzun."

"The Three Saints as One".

Daoist Duobao recalled that Yang He did not possess the characteristics of a disciple of a sage.

It should be understood that being a disciple of a sage has both advantages and disadvantages.

There will indeed be resources far exceeding those of ordinary people, but one will suffer the same fate as a sage, and even those with cultivation levels above the Great Luo Golden Immortal level will find it difficult to move an inch.

The Twelve Golden Immortals sought transcendence because they could not sever their Three Corpses.

If one does not transcend, one will die sooner or later. Even the lifespan of a Great Immortal is not infinite, let alone the increasingly out-of-control situation of the saints of the two religions.

He had long forgotten how long it had been since he, as one of the four disciples, had last communicated with the Tongtian Sect Leader.

What surprised Daoist Duobao the most was that Yang He's apprenticeship to the sages was actually based on consultation and negotiation. How could the three sages get along so harmoniously? And why was Yang He exempt from the drawbacks of being a second-generation disciple?

Could it be that you are the reincarnation of the ancestor who created the world?

Daoist Duobao looked up at the sky and said, "Randeng, could the Immortal Slaughtering Formation have been set up because of him? The Three Saints protected him and helped him become an immortal."

"It's not that bad, the West has the upper hand now!!"

The Taoist Ran Deng calculated with his fingers but found nothing. "Duo Bao, make sure that Jie Yin and Zhun Ti descend completely as soon as possible. This person has already received the approval of Laozi and is responsible for Laozi's descent."

"The Supreme Lord Laozi would actually entrust this to a mortal."

Daoist Duobao was somewhat incredulous. Wasn't Laozi afraid of causing a delay? According to the two Western Saints, the Three Pure Ones' actions were also for transcendence, but it was unclear what kind of transcendence they were seeking.

The glass lamp in the hands of the Taoist Ran Deng flickered on and off. The refining of the Twenty-Four Heavens had reached a critical point, and boundless Buddhist light flowed around it.

"Duobao, if you help me, I will naturally help you."

"kindness."

After Daoist Duobao agreed, the mass of flesh and blood disappeared without warning. Immediately afterwards, Buddhist light shot into the sky from all over Jiepai Pass.

The Taoist Ran Deng remained silent, leaving a few things unsaid.

He was not wary of Laozi, but of the Guide Daoist.

That's right.

Even the Daoist Ran Deng, after witnessing firsthand the scene of the Immaculate Ghost Buddha's flesh and blood transforming into Buddha, had to admit one thing.

He's practically a born Buddha!!!

If they cannot defeat Yang He, will the Guide Daoist recommend him to become a Buddha?

Probably.

In the eyes of the Taoist Ran Deng, the two Western Saints would not consider personal likes and dislikes, and the Taoist Jie Yin appeared to be more humane, but in reality, they were all pretending.

"The Buddha's attainment belongs to me, and so do the twenty-four heavens."

"What good is the unity of the three saints if one cannot become an immortal? It is all in vain."

(End of this chapter)