What a lucky world!

Chapter 223 You and Buddha are destined to be together!

"The Buddha chants the Lotus Array..."

Zhang Mu touched his chin, and the past events he had heard emerged in his mind.

At that time, the Northern Wu, Southern Wu and Later Yu Kingdoms were in a three-way confrontation, and each had its own supporters behind it.

Needless to say, Beiyun represents many thousand-year-old families and wealthy and prestigious clans, headed by the Five Noble Houses and Seven Surnames.

Standing behind Hou Yu was the Tianji lineage headed by the Tianji Sect.

As for Southern Wu, people initially thought they were a local wealthy family, but later discovered that their real supporters were the Buddhists headed by the Lankao Temple.

As the saying goes, there were four hundred and eighty temples in the Southern Dynasties, and countless pavilions were shrouded in mist and rain, which describes the scene of the prosperity of Buddhism in Southern Wu.

According to the situation at the time, Hou Yu and Southern Wu formed an alliance, and monks and Taoists joined forces to suppress the great fortune of the north.

However, a schism occurred within the Buddhist order during a succession process. The Sixth Patriarch, Huineng, was rejected by the original heir, the Great Monk Shenxiu, sparking internal strife. To quell the unrest, the Southern Wu appointed Huineng as the head of the Lanke Temple. This infuriated the monk, who led his own lineage north to join Dayun and establish a temple atop a northern cliff, known as the Hanging Temple.

At this point, Southern Wu’s fortune was greatly damaged.

To make up for their bad luck, Southern Wu secretly plotted to steal the immortality of Guan Tianxia, the Martial Saint of Hou Yu, leading to Guan Tianxia's death. This ultimately broke the alliance between Hou Yu and Southern Wu, and the Three Kingdoms era came to an end.

After the Three Kingdoms period, Dayun was established and he immediately began to conquer the world.

But Dayun destroyed the Tianji Sect but spared the Lanke Temple.

From then on, Dayun started the century-long Buddhist war between the Hanging Temple and the Lankao Temple. In the end, the Hanging Temple won, but was seriously injured and suppressed by the re-emerging Taoism. As for the Lankao Temple... there is no Lankao Temple in the world anymore!

All these random things he had read in the book flashed through his mind. Zhang Mu took a sip of tea, calmed himself down, and then looked at the map of Taiping County hanging on the wall. He quickly found the location of Qipan Peak on it.

This Qipan Peak is really a good place, located in Changcui Mountain outside the county town.

Logically, the purpose of establishing the Tianxia Wuzhai was to combat the monsters that accidentally became spirits in the mountains and swamps, but because Changcui Mountain was too close to the county town, there was no Wuzhai stationed there, which allowed a monster to become powerful instead.

But it's true, looking at the map, Qipan Peak is still some distance away from the official road. The people who pass through here are either fugitives or people evading taxes. Those gentlemen would never set foot at the foot of Qipan Peak.

Who would have thought that there was an opportunity for a Buddhist formation hidden there.

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Taiping City, Qipan Peak.

Zhang Wuyi picked up the bow and arrow, looked around, and felt uneasy.

He was originally a hunter living at the foot of the mountain. Today, while chasing a prey, he accidentally ran a little too deep.

"Could it be that he has run to Qipan Peak?" Zhang Wuyi hesitated.

When he was a child, he often came here to hunt with his father and had a good harvest. But since a hunter disappeared in this area ten years ago, more and more people have gone missing here.

The government did send people to investigate and said that there was a monster here and they needed to go back and ask an expert to subdue it.

After waiting for ten years, the person is still missing, but the master has never come.

The village chief used his connections to find a clerk in the city government office and sent him a few jars of good wine, only to learn from the clerk that no one was willing to take on this kind of job.

In the past, the government would reward people for eliminating demons, but what about now?

The rewards given are not enough to buy the pills.

They can only petition the Demon Suppression Division to send someone to exorcise the monster, but the fortune is so great that they just have to wait and see when it will be their turn.

There were some kind-hearted and chivalrous men who came here to eliminate the monster at the request of the villagers, but none of them returned.

Now the village chief stopped resisting and moved to the city with his savings, his wife and children.

The other villagers had no choice. They wanted to run away, but the land was there. If they ran away, what would they eat and how would they survive?
In the end, everyone had the same mentality: if they were eaten by a monster, it was their bad luck, they would die early and be reincarnated early, it was destined, there was nothing they could do. Of course, there were still some people in the village who would guide passers-by inside, hoping that the monster would eat them until they were full and stop eating them.

Zhang Wuyi had never done anything that would harm people's lives, but good people don't get rewarded. Why did he end up here in a daze?
After complaining in his heart, Zhang Wuyi identified the direction and prepared to return early while there was still some daylight.

But he had just walked a short distance when he suddenly heard a Buddhist chant beside his ear.

"Amitabha, donor, please stay."

Zhang Wuyi's heart trembled, and he pretended not to hear it, quickening his pace. However, the voice in his ear seemed to be right behind him.

"Donor, please slow down!"

"Slow down!"

"Slow down!"

Each sentence was louder and louder, and the tone was heavier and heavier.

When he heard the last sentence "slow down", Zhang Wuyi seemed to hear a giant beast roaring in his ears, and his whole body seemed to be out of control and stopped.

"Just be obedient, benefactor." The voice came again, "Turn around."

Suddenly, Zhang Wuyi's body seemed to be pinched by someone. He turned around slowly, and then he saw a kind-looking monk wearing a precious robe, like a Bodhisattva appearing in the world.

The great monk clasped his hands together, made a Buddhist salute, and said to Zhang Wuyi, "Meeting you in the deep mountains shows that you and I have a connection!"

Zhang Wuyi felt that the scene was too weird at this moment, but his body couldn't help but put his hands together and saluted.

"Since we are destined to meet, I would like to invite you to come to the small temple and sit down. We can discuss Buddhism and mysteries."

After saying this, the big monk didn't wait for Zhang Wuyi to reply. He flicked his sleeves and walked towards the mountains.

Zhang Wuyi's body moved involuntarily at this time and he followed.

The mountain road was difficult to walk on. Branches and thorns along the way scratched Zhang Wuyi's skin, and broken wood and stones on the ground cut Zhang Wuyi's straw sandals. Zhang Wuyi could feel the pain, but his body did not slow down at all, and he ran all the way in the direction of the big monk.

After walking about thirty miles, a small golden temple suddenly appeared in front of Zhang Wuyi. On the temple plaque were four big characters "Guanyin Zen Temple".

At this time, Zhang Wuyi saw the big monk step into the temple, and then his whole body shape began to change, and soon turned into a black bear.

The black bear turned and looked at Zhang Wuyi, revealing its ferocious mouth, still making the monk's voice -

"Donor, come, come."

"I am a humble monk practicing Buddhism alone. If you have wisdom, I will accept you as my disciple."

"Let me share with you the wonderful Dharma of Buddha!"

Endless fear surged in Zhang Wuyi's heart again. This fear made him control his body for a moment and not move forward.

The black bear frowned humanely, waved again, and said, "Come! Come! Come!"

The next moment, Zhang Wuyi heard bursts of Buddhist chanting in his ears, and countless lotus flowers bloomed in his eyes. In his eyes, he seemed to see mountains of gold and silver and forests of beautiful concubines standing in front of him.

He walked forward uncontrollably.

One step, another step.

Finally, he stepped into the threshold of the small temple.

With a loud bang, the temple door slammed shut!

(End of this chapter)