Simultaneous travel: My sons all have the qualities of an emperor

Chapter 368 Buddha: Why can't I move this robe?
From within the Great Thunderclap Temple, an invisible light flew out, instantly traversing mountains and seas to arrive within the territory of the Tang Dynasty, right under the emperor's feet.

The light faded, revealing a person—a handsome young man in white.

His eyebrows were long and slender like distant mountains, with slightly upturned ends. His nose was high and straight like a hanging gall bladder. When he smiled, the corners of his lips were slightly upturned, making people sigh that he was a gentle and refined young man.

Her movements were like a green bamboo swaying in the wind, making people feel an irresistible goodwill towards her.

The visitor was none other than an emanation of the Buddha, representing his human side.

Although the Buddha spoke to Guanyin Bodhisattva in a very casual manner.

But only he himself knew that he had lost his connection with the staff and robe in the Three Realms and could not summon them back with great magical power from afar.

Moreover, his divination skills are unparalleled in the world, and there are few things in the Three Realms that he cannot calculate. Furthermore, with the rise of Buddhism's fortunes, he has unknowingly gained the favor of Heaven.

Even so, the Buddha could not determine who Guanyin encountered, and could only obtain a blank.

This surprised the Buddha, who concluded that the person must be hiding a great secret, and thus decided to come in an incarnation.

Immediately, the white-robed avatar locked his gaze on a street in Chang'an, a strange expression on his face. He sensed a familiar divine aura in that place, and quite a lot of it.

Then, the white-clad youth looked thoughtful, and with a flick of his wrist, a folding fan appeared in his hand. He then walked away, fanning himself with an air of refined elegance.

Such behavior and demeanor make it utterly impossible to associate them with the solemn and sacred Buddha.

Soon, a long line formed in front of a staff draped in a cassock, with countless men eager to try and pull it up. At that moment, a man was seen pulling hard on the staff in front of him.

The news of Gu Ming's interaction with the Bodhisattva during the day had spread throughout Chang'an. Whether they were high-ranking officials or ordinary people, they flocked to try it out, but no one could succeed.

Then you see this man gripping the tin staff tightly with both hands, his arm muscles bulging high like coiled dragons, and with the exertion of his whole body, his feet sinking into the mud.

"Good man, use a little more force, and the staff will rise."

Whispers of encouragement rose from the crowd, mostly from those who wanted to see some fun.

The burly man, oblivious to the danger, continued to exert himself, his face flushed and steam rising from his body.

"Ah!"

He exhaled a breath of foul air, then collapsed to the ground, drenched in sweat, and gasped for breath before saying:
"No, no, I'm not good enough. It seems I'm not qualified."

Immediately, a chorus of boos erupted from the crowd, the loudest coming from the large, rugged-faced man.

"Little brother, this isn't enough. This is all the strength you've got. It's not even as strong as when you were breastfeeding, hahaha."

The white-robed youth looked at the long queue and the man with a strange expression. Good heavens, isn't that the Giant Spirit God of Heaven?
Moreover, behind them, in the grand city of Chang'an, there were more gods than people, each one disguising their aura and blending into the crowd.

While pondering, the white-robed youth smiled and said, "This item was left behind by the Bodhisattva, so it is naturally miraculous. Since it is difficult to lift with strength alone, why don't I give it a try?"

As he spoke, he stepped forward with a light smile, exuding immense confidence. But suddenly, a large hand holding a palm-leaf fan blocked his way; it was none other than the Giant Spirit God.

He said gruffly, "What kind of pretty boy are you? What's your name? How rude! Can't you see there are people waiting in line? You just cut in line! Go play with your balls!"

The white-robed youth's face stiffened, and he looked at the giant spirit god with hostility. "You call Buddha 'pretty boy,' which means you acknowledge Buddha's charm. Buddha is very pleased."

But you made Buddha play with eggs, which made Buddha very unhappy. However, since there are many people around, Buddha decided not to hold it against you, but to keep it to himself.

The young man in white cupped his hands and smiled, "My name is Qiao Ling'er. When I saw this object just now, I felt a strange sensation in my heart, so I unconsciously went forward. I was a bit presumptuous."

The Giant Spirit glanced at her and, not sensing any magic or incense from Qiao Ling'er, knew she was just an ordinary mortal. So he didn't care, simply waved his hand, and then walked towards his staff.

He then looked at the staff in front of him with a solemn expression. Although he had been deliberately mocking the mortal, he did not seem to have any intention of looking down on the staff.

He then focused his energy into his dantian, firmly assumed a horse stance, and suddenly let out a roar. Immediately, his palm, as large as a palm fan, firmly grasped the tin staff—the golden hoop on the cassock he was wearing.

This maneuver completely stunned all the mortals and immortals around him. Such a powerful aura, yet he grabbed at a light, flimsy robe that was simply draped over his body.

This is somewhat shameless, and besides, how come they didn't think of that?

The Giant Spirit silently observed the reactions of those around him, feeling smug. Despite his rough and uncouth appearance, he was actually quite meticulous.

The Jade Emperor sent them down for what purpose? It was nothing more than to obtain the Buddhist treasures and take them back, but even the Bodhisattvas couldn't take these three Buddhist treasures with them.

However, the Giant Spirit was not an arrogant person, so he lowered his expectations and set his sights on one of the three pieces, just in case he got lucky and took it.

Then a tremendous force emanated from his arm, and the Giant Spirit God gritted his teeth, combining divine power and physical strength, making even moving mountains and carrying peaks a piece of cake.

Then, the golden hoop that seemed to be on the staff remained motionless, no matter how much force came from all directions.

At this moment, the long line behind him began to hiss, some from ordinary people, others from his colleagues; people who enjoy themselves exist in every world.

The man who had been mocked by the giant spirit laughed even more, "Oh ho, I thought you were so powerful, is that all? Is that all?"

The giant spirit felt a chill in his heart. This golden hoop was simply hopeless. It felt weightless in his hand, but if he tried to pull it up, he would find that it was as immovable as Mount Buzhou in ancient times.

"Damn it, I refuse to believe it. With my divine power, I can't even shake it by the slightest bit. Since that person left this staff, the magic power attached to it is like a rootless duckweed. How could I not be able to move it?"

Immediately, beneath the colossal body of the Giant Spirit God, the Giant Spirit God's power was unleashed without regard for loss. At this moment, even many immortals and gods who were stronger than him in terms of realm might not be able to match his brute force!
After a long while, the giant spirit collapsed, his face ashen, and fell heavily to the ground, his expression one of utter despair.

He tried to be clever, but now he's really embarrassed himself.

A colleague silently stepped forward and helped him up, his hand subtly touching the muscles that were once as hard as diamond, now limp as if hollowed out.

Behind them, there were more people, even gods, continuing to press forward defiantly. Of course, some also harbored the thought that perhaps they themselves possessed that special talent. Qiao Ling'er was at the very end of the line, with more and more people joining the queue to watch the spectacle. And with the long night ahead, queuing was ultimately a tedious affair.

Someone struck up a conversation with him. The man was burly and had a rough and uncouth demeanor, but upon closer inspection, it was discovered that his clothes were actually quite elegant.

It was Cheng Yaojin, the Duke of Su. He had nothing better to do, and after hearing about the events that were making headlines throughout the city, he thought to himself, "Isn't that the person with the talent?"
When it comes to confidence, he is serious. After all, since he started fighting, he has always had a smooth career and even served as emperor for a period of time.

"Pretty boy, look at that guy, he's hilarious. He tries to move the staff but is dragging a tower along with him. Is he that arrogant? Tsk tsk, even I, Old Cheng, am ashamed of myself."

Cheng Yaojin spoke in a very familiar manner. Qiao Ling'er glanced at Cheng Yaojin, then looked at the person far ahead who was supporting the tower with one hand and carrying a cassock and staff with the other.

Yes, I'm familiar with him, the Pagoda-Bearing Heavenly King.

Logically speaking, someone of Li Jing's rank wouldn't need to come here; it's just that he's eager for promotion and wealth, hence his visit.

He then became talkative and said, "There must be a reason for this. Have you ever thought that perhaps that tower is his lifeline? As long as he lives, the tower will live; if the tower leaves, he will die?"

Cheng Yaojin curled his lip and said, "That's really strange. This is the first time I've seen someone treat a pagoda as their lifeblood. I wonder if it's a relic left by his father or mother."

Qiao Ling'er smiled gently, but only touched on the topic briefly before continuing to watch with great interest.

Little did Cheng Yaojin know that once the pagoda left his hands, it would become a relic of the Pagoda-Bearing Heavenly King.

Then they saw that the Pagoda-Bearing Heavenly King was supporting the pagoda with one hand and holding the staff with the other, using all his strength, but he still couldn't budge the staff an inch.

That staff truly stood firm in place, just like Mount Buzhou, the stabilizing force of the sea. Some immortals and gods looked on with resignation. So many of their colleagues couldn't do it, and even a great figure like the Pagoda-Bearing Heavenly King couldn't do it. What was the point of them trying?

As a result, many self-aware gods quietly left, while some, either disbelieving or hoping to try their luck, remained.

Cheng Yaojin, however, couldn't keep his mouth shut. He would occasionally strike up a conversation with Qiao Ling'er, wanting to comment on those people, but Qiao Ling'er simply closed her eyes and remained silent.

Cheng Yaojin didn't care, chuckled, and continued talking to himself, his voice getting louder and louder.

Qiao Ling'er felt that Cheng Yaojin was doing this on purpose because she ignored him, just to make things difficult for her, but she had no evidence.

So, as the moon rose and the sun rose, after a long wait, Qiao Ling'er finally arrived, and a solemn expression appeared on her face.

It's unfathomable, completely unfathomable. Even after observing so many people in front of me, I still can't figure out what caused this staff to be there. It doesn't exude any magical power, formation, or even supernatural aura.

However, Qiao Ling'er was surprised but not afraid. Some supernatural abilities are very hidden and do not show off. They can only be felt when you come into contact with them.

But he was confident that his own magical power and his status as the ancestor of all Buddhas were enough to lift the staff. Besides, it originally belonged to him!
Just as he was taking a step forward, Cheng Yaojin, who had been behind him, quickly stepped forward and said with a grin:
"Brother Qiao, I'm old and I'm waiting to go back to sleep. You young people should show respect to the elderly and let me have my way."

Qiao Ling'er looked helpless, then gestured for him to go. After all, Buddha was merciful, and besides, he had already seen that Cheng Yaojin was no good person.

If he dared to disagree, this person would throw a tantrum in public. Qiao Ling'er was not afraid, but she also found it troublesome and, more importantly, it would be undignified.

The Buddha himself would never engage in a verbal dispute with a mere mortal. Only someone like Zhen Yuanzi could possibly provoke him into such a situation.

Seeing that Qiao Ling'er agreed, Cheng Yaojin chuckled, then went to the staff, rubbed his thick hands together, and spat on it twice.

Qiao Ling'er: ? ? ?

Then Cheng Yaojin grabbed the staff with his saliva-covered hands, but couldn't lift it. This guy rolled his eyes and, unlike the others who continued their futile efforts, simply gave up.

He then used his robe as a rag to wipe his hands, and said regretfully, "Oh dear, it seems I, Old Cheng, am not qualified. Oh well, I'll go home and sleep. Brother Qiao, you can come here."

Qiao Ling'er remained silent. He was certain that Cheng Yaojin was there to annoy him. Then he gave him a gentle smile and said, "Very well, Buddha will remember you."

Then, looking at the drool-covered robe, he showed a disgusted expression, unsure whether to touch it or not.

Cheng Yaojin, who had said he was going home to sleep, was no longer sleepy and said cheerfully from the side, "Brother Qiao, why aren't you moving it? I can tell at a glance that you have the qualifications. Why don't you give it a try?"

Qiao Ling'er: ......
Very well, Buddha has added another mark to his heart for you.

He then used his magic to protect his palm, grabbed the staff, and in an instant—damn, why is my magic completely gone? I laughed, how come it's still covered in saliva!
Qiao Ling'er felt the slippery texture in her hand, and her face almost turned green. Cheng Yaojin, standing to the side, was openly grinning wickedly.

"Don't be angry, don't be angry. I am the human side of Buddha. How can I argue with a mere mortal? It's just spit. It's a minor accident. There are countless things in the Three Realms that are dirtier than this."

Qiao Ling'er reassured herself, then her Buddhist power surged, and a golden swastika appeared deep in her eyes, symbolizing supreme power.

Such power is enough to support an entire realm. Looking across the Three Realms, apart from some of the most ancient relics, no one can match his cultivation, even if he is only an avatar at this moment.

Even Cheng Yaojin couldn't help but feel a sense of awe, thinking to himself, "Damn, this kid is no ordinary person. Could it be that I, Old Cheng, have gotten myself into trouble?"

Then she opened her eyes wide, wanting to see if Qiao Ling'er could lift the tin staff that no one could shake.

"Wake it up for me!"

Qiao Ling'er unleashed her Buddhist power, letting out a soft breath that seemed to contain divine pronouncements, while the staff remained completely still.

At this moment, Qiao Ling'er was also stunned. This staff felt like a bottomless pit. No matter how much force he exerted, it could completely nullify his strength, magic power, and supernatural abilities.

This shouldn't be the case. Looking across the entire Three Realms, no one has been able to achieve this, except for those few old Bi Dengs.

As for which few old Bidens were involved, it was naturally the third...
Ahem, one must not think of it, one must not recite it, lest one break the precept against killing.

Qiao Ling'er's heart fluttered instantly.

(End of this chapter)