The True Lord has arrived

Chapter 130 Silken Threads Hang from the Heavenly Palace, Climbing to Ascend to Immortality
First, there was a point of crimson, and then that point of crimson radiance seemed to be inflated by the wind, rapidly expanding. The crimson radiance carried an incomparably pure black color, symbolizing the divine will that the earth was parched and all life was cut off.

The drought, representing the most terrible calamity on the ancient land, transformed into subterranean fire.

In an instant, it swallowed the head of the eight-armed Arhat. This power even began to spread outwards, vast and surging. The black-robed man next to him didn't even have time to say a word before he was burned into charcoal and twisted into a ball.

Zhou Yan withdrew his arms, crossed them in front of him, and used the Tai character jade talisman to control the water flow to block him in layers.

The next moment, the aftershocks of the raging inky flames surged outwards.

boom! ! !
A huge wave spread out, impacting all directions.

Pei Xuan Niao stared intently at that spot, and before he could react, he felt a blur before his eyes. Huge ripples swept across an area of ​​several miles. His vision went black, and he staggered a few steps. He felt only darkness all around him, and his heart pounded wildly.

How long has it been?
A few breaths? Or a dozen breaths?

Pei Xuan Niao swayed unsteadily, and only then did his vision gradually stabilize. He could hear himself panting heavily, and his hands were trembling.

what happens? !
Damn it, we're standing too close, my ears...

Pei Xuan Niao covered his ears with his left hand and held a knife in his right hand, kneeling on the ground. The intense tinnitus made him feel physically dizzy, and the surrounding sounds seemed to have faded away from him. He looked up and saw a ball of fire crack open in the sky and the eight-armed Arhats fall down.

Did you win?
Strange, something's not right...

Pei Xuan Niao was momentarily dazed before realizing that the rain had stopped.

No, it's not that the rain has stopped. Pei Xuan Niao raised his hand and touched his sleeve. He looked back and saw layers of dark clouds pressing down in the distance. With the sensing ability of the Fengsui lineage, he could sense that the ground in that direction was damp, which meant that it was still raining there.

Pei Xuan Niao fell silent for a moment, an absurd idea forming in his mind.

Looking towards the core area of ​​the battle, could it be...?

He realized...

"That move just now evaporated all the rain within a radius of several miles? Is such a skill something a human Xuan Official could do? Really, really..."

"Like a god or immortal."

Pei Xuan Niao murmured, watching the dragon coil around. Amidst the aftershocks of the massive flames, clouds churned. Zhou Yan was thrown out like a stone, his Canxia Tower Daoist robe, stained with gold and red marks, quickly burned away, leaving behind some black smoke.

This is one of the treasures of the Canxialou Restaurant.

The personal belongings of the high-ranking Taoist priest, one of the top five sects in the world, were completely destroyed after being directly exposed to the violent aftershocks of the drought demon's fire, losing all their spiritual light and essence.

What fire-avoidance technique, what water and fire immunity?

Even these Taoist spells cannot withstand absolute numerical values.

Zhou Yan's face turned black, and his aura weakened significantly. The blood he coughed up was hot. He only managed to withstand the attack because he activated the Hungry Ghost Jade Talisman in time and used the power of [Fire Devouring] to withstand the attack.

Zhou Yan himself was the one who unleashed this move.

Xuanzang also wrote the original Heart Sutra in his palm to seal the drought demon's evil energy, along with the Canxia Tower Taoist robe and the Hungry Ghost Jade Talisman. Finally, Ao Xuantao's power of water and clouds was used to resist the fire waves and protect Zhou Yan. Despite these layers of protection, Zhou Yan was still severely injured.

The fire of the drought demon was an ancient calamity.

If I hadn't had Xuanzang's relics on hand at the time, I probably would have sent them away on the spot.

Zhou Yan thought to himself.

A dragon's roar rose in his ears, clouds gathered and swirled around him, scales flowed within the clouds, and Ao Xuantao caught him steadily as Zhou Yan fell exhausted.

Zhou Yan lay sprawled on the dragon's back, panting heavily. Although his whole body was in excruciating pain, he felt a sense of exhilaration. He said, "Finally, it's finally over..." Ao Xuantao returned on a cloud and said, "Yes, my lord..."

Such terrifying demons, gathered together by the centuries-old Reclining Buddha Temple, cicada molts, demonic evil magic, Xuanzang's relics, blue and white lotus flowers, and the great demon Weaver Girl... all converged to create the Blood Egg Buddhist Disaster.

Zhou Yan still had many doubts and questions that lingered in his mind, and he had not yet found the answers.

However, he was too exhausted. He was so exhausted that even his thinking became sluggish. He just lay there, thinking that after such a great calamity, he would have to squeeze Li Sanlang out of a lot of money.

The only problem is that I haven't obtained the title of Duke of Taishan.

Uncle Shen led his troops into battle at the end, so his inner conflict must have been resolved by then, right?

Well, after this, the two of them shouldn't have to wander around as fugitives anymore. They can find a place to rest for a while.

Speaking of which, after such a terrifying demon was annihilated, the jade scroll should have sealed something, right? Zhou Yan thought to himself, and with a thought, the jade scroll unfolded before him, but strangely, there was nothing in it.

Blank.

？ ！！

Zhou Yan paused slightly. The young man, burdened with three hundred years of cultivation, suddenly had a sudden inspiration. As he slowly looked up, he saw the sky part, and he vaguely saw a beautiful and radiant face above the 'heavenly light,' smiling down at them—

The Weaver Girl?!
Zhou Yan's pupils suddenly contracted, and he said, "Retreat!"

wrong! ! !

boom! ! !
The heatwave from the explosion of the drought demon fire was suddenly torn apart, and a Buddha's hand pierced through it, striking Ao Xuantao heavily from behind. Ao Xuantao's scales shattered, and his hundred-foot-long dragon body crashed to the ground. Zhou Yan, exhausted, was thrown away.

He turned around and saw the clouds swirling in the void, revealing the true form of the Eight-Armed Arhat. The arms of this huge Buddha statue were almost severed, revealing the true form beneath. It was not some formless or intangible thing, but rather had a dark, carapace-like texture and fine hairs like steel needles.

Below the Eight-Armed Arhat.

This is clearly an enormous spider!

The so-called eight arms are simply the spider's eight limbs.

Hidden within the Buddhist temple, concealing its blood eggs, it evolved into a Buddha, undergoing a metamorphosis from an insect.

The Buddha Mother, who was originally meant to conceive a worm-like Buddha, was instead transformed into an eight-armed Arhat...

Everything converged in Zhou Yan's heart, and everything became clear. If the Master of Qingmingfang wanted to break through the barriers and become a third-rank immortal god by imitating immortals and gods, building a demon court, and establishing his own order, then...

The Weaver Girl uses insects as a substitute for Buddha.

Demons and monsters, driven by human desires, transform into eggs.

The Buddha is the outer shell, and the demon is the inner essence; both are its offspring, hence the Buddha is the mother.

Wat Pho was a crucial step for her!
Just as Zhou Yan realized this, the giant spider pounced, a single thread locking him in place. With a sudden pull, the giant spider opened its mouth and swallowed Zhou Yan whole. The young Taoist reached out and clenched his fist.

Swords clashed.

Li Taibai's magic sword flowed like a gentle breeze, carrying the thrown heavy blade, then transformed into a gust of wind and followed Zhou Yan inside. A gust of wind pulled, and Di Po Tian Qing, spinning, also went in.

The giant spider's true form was treated as a thorn and swallowed whole.

Zhou Yan was swallowed into the spider's belly.

Above the sky, faint red clouds spread out and dissipated, and faint blood-red lightning fell. Above the clouds, one could vaguely see a celestial palace, both real and illusory, with strands of white silk hanging down.

This scene was magnificent, sacred, and vast, yet also absurd and malevolent.

In the distant Wugong Town, Bihen suddenly groaned, clutching her forehead, a look of pain on her face. Yuan Danqiu on the Xuan Altar watched as countless threads of blood-red sky fell in the distance, swaying in the wind.

His face gradually turned pale.

There is an ancient legend that people can ascend to the heavens!
There is a Jianmu tree and a heavenly ladder; mortals who climb it can become immortals in an instant.

However, after Emperor Zhuanxu severed the connection between heaven and earth, this path to becoming an immortal was cut off. Later, mortals tried various methods to ascend to godhood, and naturally, some people also tried this method.

Yuan Danqiu murmured, "Silk threads hang down from the heavenly palace, climbing up to ascend to immortality."

"This is... this is using the calamity of the Reclining Buddha Temple to accelerate the maturation of an ancient alien insect demon, and then using this insect demon to retrace the path of ascension to immortality in ancient mythology?!" He suddenly felt the flow of the earth's veins, the earth was parched, and all the plants withered.

It was as if the power of the earth had gathered at the location of the monster.

From the earth, ascend to the heavens!
In ancient times, the methods of immortals and gods were passed down in the Shaanxi region!
The Heavenly Ladder is a tree that can be climbed to become an immortal!
Between heaven and earth, an enormous crimson flowed, and an enormous ancient, strange spider slowly climbed up along the silk threads hanging from the sky. The scene was bizarre, mysterious, and beautiful, yet tinged with a hint of evil.

The Heavenly Palace is obviously fake, but the Mystic Official is real, and his cultivation level is real.

If one truly draws upon the vitality of the earth and ascends to the heavenly palace, one can directly become an immortal.

This is an ancient demon attempting to bypass conventional cultivation methods and achieve a state of immortality or godhood.

Everything about Wat Pho was completely revealed to everyone.

"Madman, madman..."

Have you heard this story before?

In the ancient Wutai Mountain, in the sacred site of a certain Bodhisattva, there was a crossbeam with a spider on it. This spider listened to the Bodhisattva impart Buddhist teachings every day and gradually became spiritually intelligent. Later, the Buddha came and wanted to enlighten this spider.

The Buddha smiled and asked it, having heard so many stories, if it knew what the most precious treasure in the world was.

The Buddha even came twice.

The spider answered twice: "It is something I could not obtain, something I have already lost."

The Buddha smiled and asked, "What is the explanation?"

The spider, which had cultivated in seclusion for a thousand years and listened to Buddhist teachings for another thousand, replied:

"It is something that cannot be obtained, and it is all the more precious because it cannot be obtained."

"It is something that has been lost, and we regret it because it has been lost; the memories are precious."

The Buddha shook his head.

Although this spider had listened to Buddhist teachings for a thousand years, it was still a demon and its wild nature had not been eliminated. So it spun out silk threads to bind and eat the Buddha. The Buddha laughed and sent the spider to reincarnation.

She was reborn as Zhu'er, the daughter of a prime minister. Eighteen years later, Zhu'er met the scholar Ganlu at a temple. Ganlu was a drop of dew that had fallen on a spider's web in the past thousand years, blown away by the wind, something the spider could not obtain.

The spider believed it was a match made in heaven, but Ganlu saw her as insane.

Soon after, Ganlu was betrothed to Princess Changfeng, while Zhu'er was betrothed to Prince Zhicao. When Zhu'er was starving herself to death, Zhicao drew his sword and wept, declaring that he would not live alone. Buddha suddenly realized that Ganlu was just a passerby who had already passed away, while Zhicao was a spiritual being who had been waiting for the spider for two thousand years before Buddha.

Using this lesser path of love and affection to reveal the Dharma—

The past mind cannot be grasped, nor can the future mind.

The spider suddenly realized the truth and awoke.

It turns out that the previous cycle of reincarnation was just an illusion. It was about to spin silk to bind the Buddha, so it knelt down to worship and practice Buddhism. The Buddha gave a wonderful Dharma talk, and a stream of light flew out from the spider demon and transformed into a monk. It turned out that this spider was the manifestation of the fundamental wisdom of that Bodhisattva.

Bodhisattvas cultivate their present mind through the method of manifesting bodies.

By breaking through the barrier, he let go of his two-thousand-year-old obsession.

Only then did he truly attain the Bodhisattva state.

The story ends here, which is a cause for celebration.

However, there is one question, let me ask it.

If Buddhism cultivates the "self," then the true self of the Bodhisattva has departed, and the remaining physical form, the spider, is still the same spider. When that spider sees the Buddha and Bodhisattva depart with compassion in its eyes, and realizes that it is still a wicked beast or demon, what will happen?

Are you utterly lost, and then filled with despair?

When the spider saw that the sweet dew had gone, and that the Ganoderma lucidum had seen the Bodhisattva but not itself, was it filled with resentment? Was it filled with sorrow?

What do you think? What do you think?
Manjushri!

The past is unattainable, the future is unattainable, and the present is unattainable!
The stories in the Buddhist scriptures are false.

The spider is real.

Zhou Yan was swallowed by a giant spider and was swallowed up to its abdomen. A gentle breeze swirled around him, protecting him. He rolled along the way, and luckily the spider was big enough that he could follow it down to its abdomen. He swung his Earth Soul Heaven Collapse technique, intending to grow bigger, but then he saw something.

It is a cicada.

The enormous cicada was swallowed whole by the spider.

To his surprise, next to the giant cicada, there was another Amitabha Buddha, dressed in a simple monk's robe, who looked gentle and sincere, with his hands clasped together and chanting Buddhist mantras. However, he was not an ordinary monk, nor was he Xuanzang's Infinite Light.

But -

"The dragon seed, in its still light, gathers all living beings; the Buddhas of the ten directions resonate in one voice."

"I bow in reverence before the Buddha's throne; the perfect clarity of the word 'truth' is this very mind."

"This humble monk has been waiting here for you, my lord, for a long time."

(End of this chapter)