Mythology

Chapter 415 Shakyamuni is my brother
Yang He stopped without making a sound, and the avatars disappeared in an instant. However, from the increase in his spiritual vision, he could see that the seven avatars were still watching from the shadows, trying to merge into him.

The main hall has no superfluous furnishings; the dome hangs high, and the murals depict monks worshipping Buddha.

At the very center is an empty altar, where only a bizarre corpse made up of countless pieces of remains can be seen – it is none other than Shakyamuni.

Shakyamuni was bound by a rope around his neck and hung high under a beam.

If Yang He wasn't mistaken, the rope was Ju Liusun's Immortal Binding Lock, and judging from the aura it emitted, it should be an acquired treasure.

The immortals sat solemnly around the corpse, including four of the twelve golden immortals and the seven attendant immortals. However, Lingya Immortal, Qiushou Immortal, and Jinguang Immortal seemed to have been reduced to mounts.

There were only 21 people, but there were nearly 200 prayer cushions.

Bixiao was also in the group, located on the right side of the third row, but she stared blankly at Shakyamuni, clearly her consciousness was affected by him.

The other immortals weren't much better off; you could see that there was a semi-transparent umbilical cord connecting their navels to Shakyamuni.

Bixiao, on the contrary, did not have an umbilical cord to continuously absorb yin energy.

"hehe."

Yang He felt a sense of balance; the two Western Saints truly treated each other equally.

Anyone who intends to become a traitor to Buddhism will end up becoming a stepping stone for Buddha, but it seems their life shouldn't be in danger.

"Shakyamuni... could he really be an evil spirit created by Buddhism later on?"

Yang He clicked his tongue in surprise. The fleeting glimpse he had previously remembered was far less impressive than seeing it in person. The corpse was unusually relaxed, as if all its tendons and bones had been removed, leaving only a skin covering its internal organs.

The stitches looked like centipedes crawling all over his body.

Yang He stared at a piece of remains from the corpse, and through his unseen connection with Shakyamuni, he could sense the origins of the remains before their death.

The corpse's left shoulder bore the Buddhist name Dezhao, and it had died fifty years prior.

Yang He looked dazed as related memories flooded his mind.

During his lifetime, Dezhao was an ascetic monk who walked barefoot through thorns every day, feeding mosquitoes and flies with his own flesh and blood, sharing the rice he received from alms with wild dogs, while he himself ate tree bark to fill his stomach.

One day, a flash flood occurred, and Dezhao used his back as a bridge so that the flood victims could step on him to cross the river.

Because of his compassion, he was able to become the left shoulder of Shakyamuni.

Each of them was a highly respected monk in life, and even if they were not saints, they could certainly be called good people in their words and deeds.

The only exceptions were the left and right legs, one belonging to the Taoist Ran Deng and the other to the Taoist Duo Bao.

"Fuck you, Buddhism really does not reward good people. If it were really reliable, how could it have given birth to such an evil Shakyamuni?"

Yang He realized that the two Western Saints were still wary of him; otherwise, why would they deliberately not inform Shakyamuni about the matter?

boom.

The commotion of the Ten Thousand Immortals Formation intensified, and the figure of a sage descended upon the scene.

The seawater surged into Biyou Palace, its viscous texture mixed with countless corals that resembled flesh and blood, and its branches were filled with eyeballs.

The Tongtian Sect Leader slowly emerged, a mass of coral, tentacles, and rotting fish bones, constantly spewing foul-smelling foam.

Next is Laozi (Taishang Laojun).

This was also the first time Yang He had seen the true form of Laozi. Suddenly, the sky collapsed, revealing a dark and deep vortex.

Numerous fleshy pillars extended from the vortex, their surfaces covered with bluish-purple blood vessels, and their ends split into seven vertebrae, all of which were connected to a pair of bulging blue bull heads with wide-open eyes.

The blue ox's head opened and closed its mouth repeatedly, emitting sharp cries.

The fleshy pillar was connected to Laozi, whose skin was like peeling clouds. A huge opening was split open at the navel of his abdomen, which contained not internal organs, but a rotating starry sky, in which countless stars were born and died, as if the entire universe was being nurtured within his body.

"Are the two Western Saints qualified to stand against the Three Pure Ones?"

Yang He, with his foresight, looked towards a corner of the Three Pure Ones' dojo. The Western Two Saints' pomp and circumstance were far inferior to that of the Three Pure Ones; the two of them barely managed to descend into the Ten Thousand Immortals Formation.

He felt an overwhelming nausea; the true forms of the Three Pure Ones were indeed indescribable.

However, compared to the two Western saints, the Three Pure Ones can definitely be described as refreshing and unconventional, and the Buddhist saints have an extremely awkward feel to them.

The guide was not an old man with a dignified and otherworldly air, but a wriggling mass of clam meat, its pinkish soft tissue covered in mucus.

Sometimes it swells up like a mountain of flesh, and sometimes it collapses into a lump of flesh.

Zhunti Daoist completely transformed into a giant clam shell, its surface covered with Sanskrit engravings, emitting a creaking friction sound as it opened and closed.

What's terrifying is that Jieyin and Zhunti are conjoined.

Even so, the two Western Saints were somewhat overwhelmed by the Three Pure Ones. However, if a multi-party battle broke out, the two Western Saints would surely die.

"Damn, this is a battle of gods!!"

Yang He dared not look directly at it any longer, and stepped into the main hall, or rather, into the famous Leiyin Temple, the sacred site of Shakyamuni.

With just one step, the world changed dramatically!

The door behind them had vanished without a trace, and the Three Pure Ones and Two Saints in the pouring black rain were all isolated by Shakyamuni's sacred site.

That's right, even though Shakyamuni was still a corpse, the place where he was born was comparable to that of a Great Immortal.

Yang He was shocked; Leiyin Temple was no ordinary Buddhist temple.

Even he paled in comparison.

It should be noted that the Myriad Transformations Heavenly Dao Field has an area more than ten times larger than that of other realms, and the Cave Heaven Blood and Flesh Dao Temple has unlimited growth potential. Even Great Luo Golden Immortals would covet the Celestial Court.

As a result, Yang He always felt that he might not be able to suppress Leiyin Temple.

At present, Shakyamuni has not yet become an immortal.

Yang He calmed his mind and walked on the boundless, pure white Buddhist land. Leiyin Temple had no grotto-heavens or fairy gardens, so it was extremely empty.

However, the Heavenly Dao Tree, which is the spiritual root, is over a hundred meters tall. Its trunk is gnarled and twisted like a dragon, its bark is rough and cracked, its crown is extremely lush, and each leaf is like solidified gold, engraved with a vast amount of Sanskrit.

The spiritual root of Shakyamuni's Leiyin Temple is the legendary Bodhi tree.

An ominous and chilling atmosphere permeated the air at that moment.

The Bodhi tree branch naturally bears the remains of Shakyamuni.

The rope was deeply embedded in the flesh of the corpse's neck, and the head was pulled to one side at an almost broken angle, the face bearing a half-smile.

"Immaculate Buddha".

Daoist Duobao glanced at Yang He, a chill inadvertently emanating from him.

Witnessing Shakyamuni's enlightenment will bring great fortune and be an opportunity to transcend the limitations of sainthood. The following visualization is extremely important. How could one not be apprehensive upon seeing Yang He, that troublemaker?

Ju Liusun and the others became even more wary, scrutinizing Yang He intently.

They knew all too well how unpredictable the Taoist Ran Deng was.

As a result, he was defeated by Yang He. It is said that Yang He had not yet become an immortal at that time, and the Taoist Ran Deng ended up with his soul scattered.

It is said that he was not even included in the Investiture of the Gods, which shows how ruthless Yang He was.

Because Yang He had once again played the role of the Immaculate Ghost Buddha, his lifespan was not greatly depleted, and the cultivation he exuded had not even reached the Returning Void Realm.

Even so, it still made all the True Immortals extremely wary.

All the immortals looked at Daoist Duobao without prior agreement. Logically speaking, the opportunity for Shakyamuni should not have fallen to Yang He, but they did not want to offend the latter directly, so they decided to wait and see.

Daoist Duobao said in a low voice, "Yang He, now that you have joined the sect, you should know the importance of this matter."

Yang He stared at Shakyamuni, "The two Western Saints never told me about this. Daoist Duobao, please tell me more about Shakyamuni's origins."

After a moment's hesitation, Daoist Duobao understood Yang He's importance in Buddhism.

After replacing the Taoist Ran Deng, Yang He will be the only one to take the place of the Buddha of the Past. After the Investiture of the Gods, the Seven Sages of Buddhism will most likely have a place.

"Buddhism has seven saints and seven treasures, and Shakyamuni is the designated saint."

Daoist Duobao didn't know much about Shakyamuni either. He said, "Shakyamuni is about to attain enlightenment, and we are all inspired by him. We have no time to get entangled with you."

Yang He sneered, but his progress in cultivating the Vajra Nine Dharma Bodies never stopped.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, the burning sensation in the abdomen chakra brought by the majestic body of the Flame Net subsided, and without needing to break through any bottlenecks, the third incarnation couldn't wait to emerge from the shadows.

Yang He pretended to put his hands together in a gesture of respect, while the novice monk chanted scriptures in a buzzing manner.

The melodious sound permeated the entire body and quietly merged into it.

The Immaculate Buddha already had four heads and eight arms, and the sound of chanting surrounded him.

As Shakyamuni's body healed somewhat and the stitches faded, his facial features returned to their original positions, and his appearance bore a resemblance to Yang He.

"Master Duobao, what are the various incarnations of Shakyamuni?"

"Anger and hatred."

Daoist Duobao's tone carried a warning, but also a subtle complexity.

The so-called anger is simply resentment. Yang He guessed correctly; he had indeed become the dumping ground for Shakyamuni's enlightenment.

Daoist Duobao has already undergone a complete overhaul with the help of Buddhist and Taoist traditions.

His cultivation level was also at the half-step quasi-saint level, but he could not tolerate hatred. Let alone nine bodies, even one body would easily cause his body and soul to go mad.

Immaculate Buddha, however, was unaffected and even seemed to benefit greatly from it.

"I see. Fellow practitioners, you should not mind my study of Shakyamuni Buddha."

Without waiting for Duobao Daoist's response, Yang He came to a futon within a hundred meters of the Bodhi tree and sat cross-legged on it, much closer than the others.

He proactively promoted the Vajra Nine Dharmakaya practice sequence.

If the Immaculate Buddha is indeed his true form, then digesting Shakyamuni's resentment would do more harm than good, and there is even a possibility that the two Western Saints might be behind it all.

But since he's a regular character, he can do whatever he wants and cause all sorts of trouble.

Yang He closed his eyes and lowered his head, entering a meditative state.

He not only wanted to cultivate the Vajra Nine Dharma Body cultivation sequence, but also wanted to interfere with Shakyamuni, since the two Western Saints were facing the Three Pure Ones.

"In the story of Journey to the West, it's not wrong to say that the protagonist is the Monkey King, and it's also not wrong to say that the protagonist is Tang Sanzang, but if you look at the whole picture..."

"The main character is clearly the Tathagata Buddha, who is an incarnation of Shakyamuni."

“Every now and then there will be scenes, and the four disciples will go through all kinds of hardships to come and pay homage to him. After obtaining the true scriptures, Buddhism will reach its peak.”

Yang He did not seek to make Shakyamuni a permanent character.

That's definitely unrealistic. After all, his "supernatural power" of transforming into the Three Pure Ones has already spread far and wide, and the two Western Saints are not so easily fooled.

But leaving a trace should be enough, even if it doesn't have any immediate effect.

Why not try imitating the Corpse Taoist and Nezha? Forcibly claiming kinship?

Perhaps it could become a trump card in Journey to the West.

“Let’s go back to the main world first and bring the black cat back. Let Hakimi be the Buddha Mother. Kong Xuan is a beast, and the black cat is a beast too.”

"Yes, it's clearly more suitable."

Your character, the Immaculate Buddha, has died; the story has ended.

(End of this chapter)