Great Love for All Heavens Begins with Huang Yaoshi

Chapter 285 This humble Taoist and young friend and I hit it off immediately. Why not try my ginseng fruit before you leave?

"You wicked demon, I am a yellow-haired weasel who attained enlightenment at the foot of Mount Ling. If you dare to kill me, not only will Bodhisattva Lingji swear to never let you off the hook, but Buddha will also hold you accountable!"

Zhuang Buran remained unmoved and said:
"I am waiting!"

After saying that, the tornado tore the Yellow Wind Monster into a bloody, mangled rat carcass.

Three to five days later, after the white-haired, red-eyed youth had devoured all the demons from Huangfeng Ridge, he transformed into an ordinary-looking gray-clad youth and came to a large river.

The river was raging with turbulent waves, and the current was wide, but no boats were seen moving. On the riverbank stood a stone tablet with the words "Liusha River" written on it.

"Eight hundred worlds of quicksand, three thousand deep waters, goose feathers cannot float, reed catkins will sink to the bottom."

As Zhuang Buran softly recited the few lines of small characters below the stone tablet, a very fierce and ugly monster emerged from the river.

He had a head of fluffy red hair, an indigo face that was neither black nor blue, wore a pale yellow cloak, had a skull necklace around his neck, and held a magnificent staff.

It then transformed into a whirlwind, appeared on the shore, and went straight to abduct the gray-clad boy and drag him into the river.

"I knew you monster wouldn't be able to restrain yourself, but unfortunately you're a humanoid monster, so I'll just have to grind you to dust."

A formation manifested, and with a flash of light, it sealed off the ten directions: Heaven, Earth, East, South, West, North, Gate of Life, Death, Past, and Future, suppressing the red-haired monster's magical power layer by layer.

As Zhuang Buran transformed into his white-haired, red-eyed form, the red-haired monster quickly spoke up:
"Who are you, holy deity? You should know that I am the Heavenly Curtain-Raising General who has descended to the mortal realm. Because I committed a sin in Heaven, I fell into this river and became unruly. However, I have been persuaded by the Bodhisattva and am waiting here for the pilgrims."

"Boring."

The white-haired, red-eyed youth unleashed a majestic aura as heavy as the Three Mountains and Five Peaks, emanating a boundless divine power. With a single punch, he pulverized the red-haired monster.

At the same time, in the Western Paradise Thunder Sound Temple, three thousand Buddhas, five hundred Arhats, eight Vajras, and countless Bodhisattvas, each holding banners, canopies, rare treasures, and celestial flowers, were arranged in the sacred mountain realm.

Above the golden lotus, there is a Buddha sitting in full lotus position, with a ushnisha on his head, a round and kind face, and a robust and dignified physique.

"Amitabha, sin, sin, sin."

The Buddha's sudden voice drew the attention of many Buddhas, Bodhisattvas, and Arhats.

"From my own observation, the good and evil of the beings in the four continents are different in each place. The people of the Eastern Continent of Divine Purity respect Heaven and Earth and are cheerful and peaceful. The people of the Northern Continent of Giant Reeds, although they love their own children, are simple-minded and have little affection for making a living and do not do much harm."

“We, the people of Xiniu Hezhou, are neither greedy nor murderous. We cultivate our vital energy and nurture our spirits. Although there are no supreme immortals, everyone enjoys a long life. But the people of Nanzengbuzhou are greedy, lustful, and prone to killing and fighting. They are a dangerous place for gossip and a sea of ​​right and wrong.”

"I originally intended to have the pilgrims come to retrieve my Tripitaka scriptures so that I could use them to persuade people to do good, but unexpectedly, things changed on the journey to the west."

"Buddha, the one destined to retrieve the scriptures is still in the cycle of reincarnation, and it will take several more decades before he becomes the tenth incarnation. I wonder what has happened?"

A Bodhisattva dressed in a plain robe, surrounded by auspicious light, spoke up. Her eyebrows were like crescent moons, her eyes like twin stars, her face naturally joyful, and her lips were a touch of red. She held a jade vase with a green willow branch inserted inside. It was none other than Guanyin Bodhisattva.

“The mandate of heaven has changed. Now, the eighty-one tribulations on the journey to the west are incomplete. Not only has the yellow-haired weasel that stole the clear oil from the glass cup perished, but even the Curtain-Rolling General of the Flowing Sand River has met his end.”

The Buddha looked puzzled.

"I can't figure out who did it. I only feel that the secrets of heaven are chaotic, and it was done by an entity that is beyond the Three Realms and outside the Five Elements, which led to the death of General Curtain-Rolling. Only then did I realize that something had gone wrong on the journey to the west."

“Buddha, the journey to the West is crucial to the prosperity of our Buddhist community. Your disciple is willing to investigate this matter thoroughly.” Guanyin Bodhisattva volunteered.

Upon hearing this, everyone immediately felt that the all-powerful and boundless Guanyin was an extremely suitable candidate. The Buddha also felt the same way, for although she was only a Bodhisattva, her magical powers were second only to his own. Meanwhile, the white-haired, red-eyed youth continued westward until he reached a towering, majestic immortal mountain.

At the most spiritually rich place, there is a temple. At the mountain gate stands a stone tablet inscribed with the words "Longevity Mountain Blessed Land, Wuzhuang Temple Grotto Heaven Cross". On the second gate is a couplet that reads "The Immortal Abode of Longevity and Immortality, the Taoist Family of Longevity with Heaven".

As Zhuang Buran stood atop the immortal mountain, about to depart, a gentle and clear voice entered his ears:

"I might as well go in and take a look. I have never heard of anyone like you, a layman, who uses a human body to practice demonic arts. Perhaps we can have a fruit-eating discussion."

"Zhuang is by nature indifferent and has never liked socializing. Moreover, he prefers to eat the flesh of demons rather than fruit."

"My fruit is even rarer than the flesh of demons. You should know that it takes three thousand years for the flower to bloom, three thousand years to bear fruit, and another three thousand years to mature. After that, just smelling it can add three hundred and sixty years to your life. Eating one can add forty-seven thousand years to your life."

"For people of our level, no matter how miraculous a fruit may be, it's nothing more than a taste," Zhuang Buran said with a smile.

"If you insist on discussing philosophy with me, Zhuang, aren't you afraid of getting yourself into trouble?"

"The Three Pure Ones are my friends, the Four Emperors are my old acquaintances, the Nine Luminaries are my juniors, and the Three Stars of Yuan Chen, Lu Shou, etc. are my guests. There are few troubles in the world that I, a humble Taoist, cannot handle, so why would I be afraid of trouble?"

"Even so, if you get entangled with me, I'm afraid you'll have a hard time finding peace. You are a person who seeks to live a life of seclusion and quiet cultivation, so it's best not to disturb you."

Just as Zhuang Buran was about to leap away, a fruit shaped like a three-day-old child flew out from Wuzhuang Temple.

"I feel an instant connection with you, young friend. Why don't you try my ginseng fruit before you leave?"

The white-haired, red-eyed youth reached out and accepted the ginseng fruit, his eyebrows slightly raised.

"We haven't even met yet, but you say we've known each other forever. That's quite interesting."

"Haha, I once had a good friend who was also quite lazy and averse to trouble." Zhen Yuanzi paused slightly.

"However, unlike my friend, he has always liked to be kind to others."

"So, you're implying that I'm evil?"

Zhuang Buran casually took a bite of the ginseng fruit:

"There always seems to be a conflict between being kind to others and avoiding trouble. Your friend probably didn't end up in a good situation, did he?"

"It's not exactly bad, it's just that fate plays tricks on us," Zhen Yuanzi sighed softly.

The white-haired, red-eyed youth's eyes darted around. Now, his cultivation had reached the Celestial Immortal realm. He could use the cave heaven or a world formed from his own inner world as a source to reflect the outside world and form his own realm. He could even sense other beings in the multiverse and transform and absorb them as his own projections. A strange feeling suddenly arose in his heart.

He finished the ginseng fruit in a few bites and said:
"It's really interesting that we hit it off so well. After eating your fruit, I even feel like we'll meet again. I hope that next time we meet, I'll understand something."

Having said that, he transformed into a ray of light and disappeared into the horizon.

Inside the Wuzhuang Temple, a Taoist priest stood quietly. He wore a purple-gold crown, a crane-feather cloak, and shoes. He had the appearance of a child and the face of a beauty. His three whiskers fluttered under his chin. He looked every bit the enlightened master.

The Taoist's gaze was distant and his lips curled up. A wisp of the Taoist aura flowing around him suddenly disappeared, his gaze became clear, his expression returned to peace, and he turned and walked into the house.

(End of this chapter)