Mythology

Chapter 486 The Meeting of the Seven Buddhist Saints

Yang He stood on a barren hill and looked into the distance. According to the directions provided by the three demons, Five Finger Mountain should be ten miles away, but all he could see was an ordinary mountain forest.

They tried to contact the three demons again, but had lost contact with them.

"eccentric……"

"However, the three demons should be fine; the talisman hasn't dimmed."

Yang He continued deeper into the forest, but as soon as he stepped into the forest, he suddenly realized that something was wrong.

The mountains and forests are shaded by lush trees, and the golden sunlight shines through the branches and leaves without any blind spots. The sounds of birds chirping and cicadas singing can be heard, and my spiritual vision has slightly increased.

Yang He's gaze fell on the sparrows that had built their nests not far away.

The sparrows weren't afraid of strangers and were busy with their own things, but they seemed to be starving, so thin that they didn't even have the strength to flap their wings.

Snapped.

Before long, the sparrows starved to death, their bodies falling to the ground.

Just as Yang He was about to examine the body, the sparrow hopped up again, its life force restored, though it still looked malnourished.

He took a grain of wheat from the temple and placed it near the sparrow's beak.

The sparrows let out piercing cries, trying to swallow the grains of wheat, but they couldn't manage it.

"Oh shit."

Yang He looked around and saw more and more strange things. The tigers and wolves were starving, but they did not hunt their prey and were constantly going through life and death.

Even the plants no longer compete for nutrients in the soil, which seems strange and inexplicable.

"It seems that Wuzhi Mountain is nearby. Only the Paradise could come up with such an evil thing."

Yang He noticed that whenever his gaze left the mountains and forests, all related memories began to blur, and he would completely forget them within two or three breaths.

"Buddhism subtly guides all things to do good."

Yang He opened his fiery eyes and saw that the forest was filled with colorful Buddhist light, like mold spots that grow on rotten food, which was disgusting.

However, there was still no trace of Wuzhi Mountain, nor any lingering aura of the three demons.

Yang He had been walking for a long time and was absolutely certain that he was following the same stream, but every time he went around the big rocks on the bank, he would return to the starting point.

The stream shimmered with an unnatural golden light, and floated with some kind of viscous iridescent color.

"This place is most likely Wuzhi Mountain; there is no other place within a thousand miles where Buddha's light shines..."

Yang He scanned the bottom of the stream and noticed three fish swimming in perfect sync, with fine blood vessels growing between their scales and connecting to each other, as if they shared the same nervous system.

The influence from the Buddha's light was constantly affecting Yang He's perception, and he tried to accept the strangeness as normal.

Yang He looked around and noticed more and more unusual creatures.

Squirrels have the limbs of lizards; crows open their beaks and stick out human tongues; pythons secrete a snail-like slime as they move...

Yang He stared at the wild boar with ram's horns and felt a strange sense of familiarity.

"The pattern on the ram's horns looks like Yang Litu's, no, it's exactly the same."

Yang He opened his mouth and spat out, and the wild boar died instantly.

He took the ram's horn, which confirms that it came from the Great Immortal Yangli. Although according to the talisman, Yangli was far from being on the verge of death, judging from the current situation, the three demons have likely already been torn to pieces.

Yang He hesitated for a few moments, then voluntarily let his own perceptions run wild.

In a trance.

The ram's horn grew on the back of Yang He's hand as if it were alive, while a large number of birds and beasts gathered towards Yang He.

The birds and beasts stared wide-eyed, each one strangely shaped, and seemed to have an urge to see food when they saw Yang He, rushing towards him in a frenzy.

Yang He regained consciousness and understood the current situation of Wuzhi Mountain.

"It was indeed cut into eight pieces, not just the three demons, but also Wukong."

All the birds and beasts attracted by the goat, more or less, have the characteristics of goats, all of which are derived from goat power.

Yang He took a long breath, ignoring the terrified looks of the birds and beasts. More than a dozen arms grew from his ribs and spread in all directions, meticulously peeling away various organs and then piecing them back together bit by bit.

To ensure that the organs retain their vitality, Yang He's own yang energy sustains all kinds of organs.

Once the organs were pieced together, a goat covered in cracks appeared before them.

Meow~~

After a brief moment of distraction, the goat knelt down with a thud.

Yang He patted Yang Li's head and said, "Don't talk too much. Just follow behind me. If you lose focus even once more, I won't be able to save your life."

Yang Li nodded repeatedly, watching Yang He continue selecting organs.

For an ordinary person, it would be almost impossible to solve the predicament of Wuzhi Mountain, after all, a large number of birds and beasts have wandered in over the past five hundred years, and the organs of goats are countless.

Yang He, on the other hand, possesses spiritual vision, allowing him to detect the faintest auras.

Before long, the three demons, sheep, deer, and tiger, followed closely behind Yang He, trembling with fear.

"Wukong's physical body became more scattered, and over five hundred years it was constantly being destroyed in the Five Fingers Mountain. There were as many as 163,422 monkey hairs."

Yang He could see that the Journey to the West tribulation in the fictional world could not proceed according to the original work.

Shakyamuni sealed Wukong away in order to convert him to Buddhism. This indiscriminate brainwashing of all living beings in the mountains and forests lasted for five hundred years, and he was unaware of Wukong's current situation.

Yang He's heart sank, and he immediately began collecting Wukong's organ remains.

The process took longer than expected, a full two months, to gradually piece together the complete picture of Sun Wukong. It seemed that the five hundred years of conversion had left no trace, and Sun Wukong sat cross-legged in the same spot, emaciated.

The three demons dared not even breathe loudly, as the oppressive feeling brought by Sun Wukong was truly tangible.

The resentment accumulated over five hundred years almost broke through the Buddha's light.

"He is your eldest brother, Sun Wukong, the Great Sage Equal to Heaven who once wreaked havoc in the Heavenly Palace. If it weren't for Shakyamuni's intervention, he might have really turned the sky upside down."

Yang He looked at Sun Wukong, whose once golden fur had turned gray and white, and whose thin, bony body was covered with spiderweb-like cracks.

However, the inherent ferocity still radiates outward through every inch of skin.

"Greetings... I've met my senior brother!"

Just as the three demons were about to bow, a thunderclap suddenly rang out.

Hoo!!
Sun Wukong forced out a hoarse breath and suddenly opened his eyes, which had been closed for five hundred years!

Fire exploded.

The three demons felt an overwhelming ferocity rushing towards them, as if they were facing not a monkey, but a primordial beast crawling out of a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood.

Instantly, the surrounding air distorted and deformed, the ground cracked, and the three demons were pressed down and unable to move.

"die!!!"

Sun Wukong suddenly launched an attack, his golden cudgel appearing out of nowhere in his palm, carrying the force to crush mountains as it aimed straight at Yang He's skull.

Before the staff even arrived, the powerful wind had already plowed several feet of furrows into the ground.

Yang He neither dodged nor avoided, but simply sighed, "Disciple, it is I."

The golden cudgel came to an abrupt end three inches from the forehead.

The staff trembled violently, Sun Wukong's grimacing expression froze, and his fiery eyes stared intently at Yang He's face, his turbid gaze regaining its clarity.

"Master...?"

The golden cudgel clattered to the ground, and Sun Wukong staggered back several meters, scratching his head in a slightly bewildered manner. "It's good that you're alright."

Those five simple words sent a shiver down Yang He's spine. He then saw a myriad of emotions flash across Sun Wukong's eyes: confusion, ecstasy, grievance, anger...

Ultimately, it all transforms into a child's attachment to their father.

Yang He stepped forward and placed his hand on Wukong's shoulder, saying, "It is your master who is late."

Sun Wukong wiped his mouth and revealed a ferocious smile: "That old fellow Tathagata only sealed me here not long ago, otherwise I would have been imprisoned at the foot of Mount Ling for who knows how many more years."

"Once I recover from my injuries, I, Old Sun, will storm Mount Ling and once again battle the Buddhas!!!"

As soon as Sun Wukong finished speaking, dazzling golden light suddenly burst forth from his hair, and countless Sanskrit characters emerged, forming a dense chain of mantras on the surface of his skin.

Uh-huh! ! !

Sun Wukong convulsed all over, his fangs clenched so tightly they made a grinding sound, and golden liquid flowed from his seven orifices.

The organs that had just been pieced together began to fall apart, and dazzling Buddhist light seeped from the cracks, clearly indicating that the five hundred years of conversion had not been without effect.

Yang He dared not delay and activated the Fu Nuo Flag. In an instant, a halo of light emanated from behind his head.

When Sun Wukong was being refined in fire, he incorporated the flesh and bones of the Immaculate Buddha into his body, which indirectly weakened Shakyamuni's control over Sun Wukong.

Now it's finally taking effect, and the backlash that Sun Wukong suffered is slowly disappearing.

Yang He did not fully unleash his power of transformation, mainly because he was afraid that Shakyamuni would notice. Seeing that Sun Wukong's condition was stable, he planned to cancel the supernatural power.

At this moment.

thump.

A bell rang in Yang He's mind, and his consciousness seemed to leave his body.

As his consciousness drifted, he returned to the Pure Land and continued to delve deeper, climbing Mount Ling, where he could smell the scent of sandalwood mixed with rusty water.

Leiyin Temple came to mind.

Boom!
Another deep bell rang, and Yang He's consciousness was already in Leiyin Temple, where the murmurs of various chants resounded through the sky, with hundreds of thousands of voices rising and falling.

The price of spiritual vision surged.

Yang He witnessed six colossal beings standing tall and imposing within Leiyin Temple.

They sat on lotus thrones, surrounded by countless Arhats, Bodhisattvas, Buddhas, and Saha beings, who seemed insignificant in comparison to the size of the six giants.

"sit."

Yang He's perspective shifted, and he was now on the seventh lotus throne.

He swept over the six giants, who were the sixth of the Seven Sages of Buddhism, all of whom had indescribable appearances.

Shakyamuni was still in the form of an infant, his body was flowing liquid gold, and mouths of all sizes around him were crying. The terrifying Buddha light shone throughout the entire Pure Land, reflecting on the ground and sprinkling it with golden light.

To the left of Shakyamuni, who represents gold, is Cundi, who represents giant clam shell.

The image of Zhunti is the most inhuman, with its main body being a huge, bone-like seashell layered, twisted, and spiraling, forming a deformed spiral tower shape.

Then comes the guide representing the Red Pearl.

The guide is made up of billions of scarlet flesh beads, each of which resembles a bloodshot eyeball with chaotic Buddhist light flickering deep within its pupil.

Next is the Medicine Buddha, associated with agate containing the Seven Treasures.

The Medicine Buddha is entirely colorful, with the agate displaying a sickly yet alluring hue, forming the shapes of internal organs, flesh, and bones, and exuding a strong medicinal fragrance.

The Amitabha Buddha statue is made of glass, but it is filled with a vast number of struggling, remnant souls, all of whom are believers who worship Amitabha Buddha and have to endure endless suffering and torment after death.

Finally, there is Maitreya Buddha, made up of stacked glass smiling faces of various colors. The smiles are stiff and exaggerated, with the corners of his mouth stretched to an unbelievable angle.

"Hehe, my upright and dignified image is completely out of place with them."

Yang He narrowed his eyes. Compared to the Six Saints, the Immaculate Buddha appeared to be half real and half illusory, with three figures sitting beneath him: Tang Sanzang, Sun Wukong, and the Black Cat.

The six saints were strong and well-equipped, but he was like a zookeeper.

In the center of Leiyin Temple was a large stone table with an empty alms bowl. Yang He had a premonition that the alms bowl was for Tang Sanzang.

Before Yang He could react, his consciousness withdrew from Leiyin Temple again. The previous Buddhist meeting seemed to be just an illusion, merely a fleeting moment of spiritual vision.

A few fragmented memories about the journey to the West resurfaced in my mind.

"Does this mean that no matter what, it will be difficult to affect Tang Sanzang's fate, and that after experiencing eighty-one tribulations, Tang Sanzang will eventually become food for Buddhist saints?"

Yang He snorted coldly, knowing he would definitely take care of Tang Seng's affairs.

It's not that I'm being overly sentimental; it's mainly because the stories of the Journey to the West are mostly centered around Tang Sanzang.

Yang He only needs to rely on Tang Sanzang's maximum taunting power to easily acquire resources, kill and set fires to get rich. Since he is already on the opposite side of the immortals and Buddhas, the best strategy is to make money as quickly as possible.

As for what will happen when Tang Sanzang arrives at Leiyin Temple, we'll talk about that later.

The most urgent task is to fill the Investiture of the Gods list!!!
When Yang He used the Transformation Technique, he also discovered that he could enlighten Buddhist cultivators. Simply put, as one of the Seven Saints of Buddhism, Immaculate Buddha, even if his position is not yet stable, is already capable of attaining enlightenment.

In this way, the main world can be both immortal and Buddha, and the Heavenly Court and the Pure Land can be recreated.

Of course, attaining Buddhahood also requires a body, the body of various Buddhas.

"Goku."

"Master," Sun Wukong said solemnly, "how much am I, Old Sun, compared to Buddha?"

Yang He hesitated for a few moments before giving a direct answer. “Wukong, a monk will be arriving soon. If you wish to increase your cultivation, you can accompany him on his journey westward, or you can simply return to Flower Fruit Mountain to cultivate in seclusion.”

In fact, Sun Wukong was already considered one of Buddhism's own people, only he was affiliated with Yang He.

Yang He did not want to force Sun Wukong. As long as the Immaculate Buddha occupied the latrine for a day, no immortal or Buddha would dare to come to the door once the latter returned to Flower Fruit Mountain to become king.

The journey to the West is also a similar path.

The storyline in the original world is different now. The journey to the West is about escorting Tang Sanzang, and the pilgrims are like soldiers guarding prisoners, with obvious benefits.

Tang Sanzang was always radiating vitality, making him a walking, breathing elixir.

Having them by your side constantly can help you improve your spiritual cultivation, and after being sent to the Western Paradise, you will advance further in your Buddhist attainment.

Therefore, once Tang Sanzang leaves the Tang Dynasty, countless Buddhas will compete for the spot of the pilgrim, and according to common sense, it will not be Sun Wukong, Zhu Bajie, or Sha Wujing's turn.

Especially Zhu Bajie and Sha Wujing, they will probably end up with the ordinary eighty-one tribulations.

Yang He felt that Tang Sanzang's current eighty-one tribulations were a process of nourishing the medicine. There would definitely be some changes along the way. Even if Tang Sanzang died, there would be a second or third Jin Chanzi going to Leiyin Temple.

"I, Old Sun..." Sun Wukong scratched his head, the allure of Flower Fruit Mountain was simply too great.

Seeing this, Yang He opened his palm, and a monkey hair floated towards Sun Wukong.

"The monkey hair is the last part of your body and soul. When Tang Sanzang arrives here, you can refine it to break free. The rest is up to you."

Yang He deliberately left behind a monkey hair, so that he could complete the story instantly once it began.

"Disciple understands."

Sun Wukong didn't ask why, and took the monkey hair and hid it behind his head.

"Master, who are these three little demons...?"

Sun Wukong belatedly noticed the three demons, who dared not make a sound from beginning to end.

“They are your junior brothers. You only need to guide them for a few days. After they escape, they can go their separate ways.”

After saying this, Yang He transformed into a beam of light and disappeared. Since he was one of the Seven Sages of Buddhism, it was time to plan the Great Tribulation of Journey to the West. Passively participating in historical events was ultimately not the best strategy.

(End of this chapter)