I start by accepting Sun Wukong as my disciple and reshape the Journey to the West

Chapter 189 Borrowing the Power of the Sage's Six Senses Purification
"When a person leaves, the tea cools; is the sage saying that because he's no longer in Buddhism, everyone is using righteousness to blackmail him? Is he really that pessimistic?"

Zen Master Wuchao seemed unsurprised by Ye Xuantian's appearance. He sat down opposite Ye Xuantian and, with a wave of his sleeve, replaced the cups and goblets.

Zen Master Wuchao poured a cup of tea for Ye Xuantian and pushed it in front of him.

Ye Xuantian drank a cup without any hesitation.

"Drinking like a cow! Who drinks tea like that?"

"I was thirsty, so I drank a bit more."

"What? Did you just come out of the stove?"

"Not really. I was just looking at the stove with an old man, watching a demon king completely vanish from the world. The fire was a bit too strong, it was too hot."

Zen Master Wuchao paused as he poured tea for himself, set the teapot aside, and looked at Ye Xuantian.

"Can the demon king of Asura truly be completely erased?"

"How about I create a protective barrier around here for the Sage, and the Sage can go to the Tushita Palace and take a look himself?"

"That's unnecessary. In that case, the existence within the golden body can certainly be erased as well."

"It depends on whether Buddha is willing to sacrifice himself. After all, if the faith of a nation's people is completely erased, He will lose His Buddhahood."

Gudong!

Even the most knowledgeable Zen Master Wuchao couldn't help but unconsciously swallow.

"You really are a ruthless person. If our teacher had been half as ruthless as you back then, I'm afraid few of us would have survived."

"Yes, the Dao Ancestor is not as ruthless as you, but the disciples you take in are all ruthless, using them to help you avoid calamities," Ye Xuantian said with a smile.

Zen Master Wuchao shook his head: "Each generation has its own methods. Fellow Daoist, you can't say that about us. After all, the disciples we brothers and I have taken in are all human, aren't they? It just shows how unpredictable people's hearts can be."

Ye Xuantian didn't say much about this, but just quietly looked at Zen Master Wuchao.

Zen Master Wuchao seemed to feel uneasy under his gaze and couldn't help but ask, "Fellow Daoist, you didn't come here just to deliver this message to me, did you?"

"Of course not. The death of the demon king of the Asura lineage will not be kept secret for long. Maitreya Buddha, as the future Buddha, will surely know about it before the news spreads completely. Therefore, he will definitely plan for the future of Buddhism."

Ye Xuantian's words were interrupted by Zen Master Wuchao: "Fellow Daoist arrived earlier than Him, so you must have heard everything clearly. In that case, there is no need to hide anything."

Ye Xuantian nodded: "Yes, I heard you clearly."

"So what?" This time it was Zen Master Wuchao's turn to stare at Ye Xuantian.

Ye Xuantian remained silent for a while before finally saying, "So, would a sage really use every means to glean secrets from heaven?"

This time, Zen Master Wuchao did not hesitate and nodded heavily: "There must always be someone who has to sacrifice something for the greater good, just like Dipankara Buddha."

Ye Xuantian raised an eyebrow: "I didn't expect the Sage to be so bothered by this matter."

"The passing of an ancient Buddha before my eyes is a tragedy for me, a saint of Buddhism. I should remember it."

"So the sage pinned this on me?"

Upon hearing this, Zen Master Wuchao said, "I wouldn't dare. After all, your skills are quite remarkable, and I am no match for you. I was just expressing my feelings."

"Why!" Ye Xuantian asked seriously.

why!
Zen Master Wuchao pondered for a long time. Of course, he knew what Ye Xuantian was asking. Zen Master Wuchao was an ancient sage who guided others. This avatar of his fell into this place because of the Investiture of the Gods, and also because of the game between the Dao Ancestor and the Heavenly Dao. It was the Fallen Saint Pill.

The reasons are too numerous to be explored in detail, but whatever the reason, He is a Buddhist saint. Now, under the great calamity, even if Zen Master Wuchao does nothing and just waits for the calamity to end, He can still maintain the integrity of this avatar.

He had no reason to go to great lengths to seek a cause and effect explanation for Buddhism, especially given the current complex situation where his calculations over the course of time might not even be correct.

In this way, He has even less reason to give his all for this great calamity. The Zen Master Wuchao did the same thing before. Even when Dipankara Buddha passed away in front of Him, He merely laughed at Dipankara Buddha for thinking too idealistically.

But now, He has made the decision to renounce this physical body for the sake of Buddhism.

why!
These three words seem somewhat ridiculous at this moment, but they are something that Zen Master Wuchao has to think about, simply because Ye Xuantian has the ability to stop him from doing so.

"To calculate all the causes and effects to benefit this generation? This physical body has lived for a long time, but unfortunately it still hasn't brought prosperity to Buddhism. Since this great calamity was originally prepared for Buddhism, then I will light a lamp for them, illuminate their path, and entrust them with the heavy responsibility of revitalizing Buddhism."

When Zen Master Wuchao said these words, he exuded pride and satisfaction.

"If even sages couldn't do it, how can this generation be expected to do it well? Wouldn't the sages feel that they are shirking their responsibilities?" Ye Xuantian pressed on.

Zen Master Wuchao shook his head: "I didn't think that much. My junior brother and I are known as innate saints. We have come through countless eons and transformed the place that Rahu destroyed into the blessed land we have today. We have done our best."

"Before you appeared, my junior brother and I had already made preparations. This time, we were determined to seize enough benefits from all sides so that we could be worthy of the incense offered to us by the Western believers."

Zen Master Wuchao gave a bitter smile: "But none of us expected that your sudden appearance would block all our plans at the entrance of the cave, and even my junior brother and I are unable to step out of the current monastery. Isn't that ridiculous?"

“During this period, when I was teaching Zhu Bajie, I felt even more powerless. The person my fellow Daoist chose was exceptionally talented. Although he was a Daoist, he learned Buddhism faster than Buddhist disciples. I realized that times have changed.”

"So I compromised. Maitreya Buddha was able to sense the impending death of the Asura lineage demon king before me and come here in advance to ask me to make a move. So I will do it. Being a protector doesn't seem so bad."

Zen Master Wuchao muttered to himself for a while, like an old man reminiscing about the past.

The teacup in front of Ye Xuantian was empty after he drank it, and Zen Master Wuchao had no intention of refilling it for him.

As Zen Master Wuchao muttered incoherently, the tea in his cup began to ripple, then slowly spread, causing ripples to spread through the space, which then distorted. In the void, only the towering bitter bamboo remained dark green; everything else turned white, including the two men's clothes, hair, and eyes—all colors were enveloped and permeated by white.

Ripples spread across the space around Ye Xuantian, the ripples seemingly resonating with each other. Ripples also appeared beneath Ye Xuantian's skin.

"Fellow Daoist, you've been eavesdropping for so long, haven't you been wary of me at all? You shouldn't have drunk that cup of tea."

Beneath the bitter bamboo, Zen Master Wuchao's expression was indifferent, yet his words seemed to reveal a hint of regret.

"If I hadn't drunk that tea, how would the Sage have calculated the cause and effect? ​​I did what the Sage wanted, yet he blames me instead? What kind of logic is that?" Ye Xuantian replied with a smile.

“That makes sense. This deduction involves the evolution of the Three Thousand Paths, the future of all beings in the Three Realms, and the life and death of Buddhism. If you are not careful, you will die. I just feel a little sad that someone as intelligent as you died because of my shallow calculations.”

Zen Master Wuchao spoke with absolute certainty, as if Ye Xuantian would surely die if he fell into this deduction. Ye Xuantian simply smiled and said, "I can tell you the cause and effect that the sage wants to elucidate."

As Ye Xuantian spoke, his body began to assimilate with the void around him. Gradually, he truly merged with the whiteness of this place, becoming indistinguishable from it.

Ye Xuantian disappeared before Zen Master Wuchao's eyes.

"Hmm?" Zen Master Wuchao clenched his fist slightly. This was the domain he was using, a state of purity of the six senses.

Here, He can be free of distractions and single-mindedly devoted to Buddha, thus seeking a result through absolute purity of mind.

To help Buddhism comprehend a future, He can directly access Ye Xuantian's deepest deductive power here; this is what it means to borrow power.

But now, the person He needs to borrow power from can only disappear if his six senses are purer than His and his heart is more devoted to Buddhism.

Is this really possible?

“Sage, watch carefully. How much you can withstand is the sage’s method. I will only demonstrate it once.”

Ye Xuantian's voice rang out, and then in this void of white, a scene began to unfold, depicting the hardships the pilgrims would experience on their journey to the West, from hardship to success, a total of eighty-one tribulations.

Ye Xuantian showed the entire demonstration to Zen Master Wuchao without holding anything back.

Because this was originally the domain of Zen Master Wuchao, recording these scenes was as simple as eating and drinking. However, after watching all the evolutionary scenes, he closed his eyes. Ye Xuantian's figure reappeared, but this time his body did not resonate with the ripples here. He retained all his original colors.

Beneath the bitter bamboo, Zen Master Wuchao's aura became even more profound and unpredictable, and the bitter bamboo behind him swayed gently, making the sound of leaves rubbing together.

The sound of friction complemented Zen Master Wuchao's own aura, making his aura even more profound.

After a long while, Zen Master Wuchao opened his eyes and looked at Ye Xuantian in disbelief: "With the completion of the eighty-one tribulations, everyone can become a Buddha."

puff!
Upon hearing this, Zen Master Wuchao coughed up a mouthful of blood.

Ye Xuantian raised an eyebrow: "Why did the Sage reveal heavenly secrets? This is not because I wanted to hurt you, but because you hurt yourself. You can't use this method to try and cover it up!"

Forehead!
Zen Master Wuchao was both amused and exasperated. The next second, Zen Master Wuchao realized that his aura was recovering, and he looked at Ye Xuantian as if he were looking at a monster.

"This is already within your domain. The three paths should not be explored lightly. This small world is isolated from most of cause and effect. Therefore, the teachings of the sages are not passed on to six ears. Furthermore, because the transmission of knowledge and the teaching of the Way are all within the domain, they are not known to the Heavenly Dao. I only used a joke to break the so-called Heavenly Secret. Once you leave this place, the sage must not say anything more."

"What if it was something that someone else comprehended?" Zen Master Wuchao did not give a direct answer, but instead continued to ask.

After all, this matter concerns all living beings in the Three Realms and the prosperity of the West, so He cannot but be cautious.

"The world is ignorant, and without seeing the true Buddha, how dare they lightly dabble in it? Of all the methods of achieving immortality, who will be the first? Would a sage be willing to dissipate all his cultivation to travel the journey to the West?"

Ye Xuantian's words were somewhat obscure, but Zen Master Wuchao heard them clearly.

"So even if someone does see through it, they will only sit and watch!" Zen Master Wuchao smiled bitterly. Human nature is like this. Who would dare to try a second time if the first person to try something new never survives?
"But we possess extraordinary abilities and endless deduction power. If we can deduce it ten thousand times and find that it can be accomplished, wouldn't that be..."

Before Zen Master Wuchao could finish speaking, Ye Xuantian interrupted, "Let me ask you the same question: Is a sage willing to dissipate all his cultivation and relive the journey again?"

"A chicken rib!" Zen Master Wuchao finally gave this answer. For those who have achieved great cultivation, this method of cultivating to become a Buddha is indeed astonishing. But the problem is that they are already sitting on high, and this method of becoming an immortal for ordinary people is completely useless.

However, for ordinary people, firstly, they may not be able to deduce such a result, and secondly, even if there were truly exceptionally talented individuals who could deduce it, would they dare to try?
After all, as a disciple of the Buddha, he was still struggling on this path.

“Therefore, once they leave this world, let them figure out the cultivation method themselves. What is made public is no longer a secret of heaven,” Ye Xuantian said with a smile.

Zen Master Wuchao rose, put his hands together, and chanted a Buddhist mantra: "Fellow Daoist's actions today have a transformative effect on Buddhism. Although it is difficult for ordinary people to try, the Buddhas of Buddhism have their own Buddha-lands in their palms, and they can allow their followers to cultivate there."

"This is the karma of Buddhism, and the sage need not thank me." Ye Xuantian remained unconcerned. As he said, this great calamity of the westward journey was originally prepared for the West.

If nothing unexpected happens after Jin Chanzi's trip, the strength of the people in the Buddha Kingdom in the palm of their hands will increase significantly, which will be a compensation to the West.

"But this humble monk has a question," Zen Master Wuchao said with increasing respect. "I humbly request the sage to enlighten me."

"Sage, please feel free to ask!"

"Why would a sage help me? After all, if I were to deduce it myself, the sage would have one less enemy."

"It was the sage who first realized this. I just didn't want to lose a combatant for nothing. I have never been an enemy of Buddhism, and my goal has never been the merit of Buddhism. I told the sage this a long time ago."

After a long silence, Zen Master Wuchao finally spoke: "I was narrow-minded. If Sage Xuantian needs anything in the future, please feel free to give your orders. As long as Wuchao can do it, he will never refuse."

A slight smile appeared on Ye Xuantian's lips. This was the promise he wanted. After all, the natal magic weapon of a dying saint and the magic weapon at their peak were two completely different things.

"I would like to borrow the sage's bamboo stick symbolizing purity of the six senses. Would the sage be willing?"

(End of this chapter)