Under One Person: My Inner Realm Connects to All Worlds!

Chapter 98 Manjushri's Wisdom Sword
After bidding farewell to Zen Master Huide, Han Yun went to Xiantong Temple. Xiantong can also be understood as the manifestation of supernatural powers.

Xiantong Temple is the foremost temple in the entire mountain. Along with Baima Temple, it is one of the earliest temples in China and the first temple on Mount Wutai. There are even rumors that it is the sacred site of Manjushri Bodhisattva.

It was first built during the Eastern Han Dynasty. Its original name was Dafu Lingjiu Temple, and it was later also known as Dahuayan Temple and Daxiantong Temple.

In other words, this place contains the most fundamental lineage transmission of the Manjushri school.

Manjushri Bodhisattva is in charge of Prajna wisdom, cutting through afflictions with the sword of wisdom. He is revered as the mother of all Buddhas of the three times and the teacher of the seven Buddhas, and is one of the founders of the Mahayana Madhyamaka school.

Its image is mostly that of a person with five topknots on their head, symbolizing the five kinds of wisdom such as the nature of the Dharma realm, holding a wisdom sword in their right hand, holding a blue lotus flower in their left hand, and riding a blue lion.

The Wisdom Sword Dharma has been passed down in Xiantong Temple.

Wielding the sword of wisdom to sever the ties of affection—this is the method described.

A true man, wielding the sword of wisdom, with the sharp edge of Prajna and the flame of Vajra, can not only crush the hearts of heretics but also shatter the courage of heavenly demons.

The gate of Xiantong Temple is simple and solemn. In front of the temple, two ancient cypress trees, each over a thousand years old, stand tall and vigorous, like two guardian deities. Han Yun climbed the steps and saw a plaque with the words "Da Xiantong Temple" in gold characters hanging above the temple gate. The calligraphy was powerful and vigorous, with a hint of sharpness.

When the guest monk saw a visitor, he put his palms together and bowed, saying, "Amitabha, it must have been tiring for you to come from so far away."

Han Yun returned the greeting and said, "I am Han Yun from the Lingbao Sect of Gezao Mountain. I have come to pay my respects to the abbot of Xiantong Temple, to exchange skills and seek instruction in the Wisdom Sword Method."

The monk in charge of receiving guests looked surprised upon hearing this. Although his Uncle Huide had already informed him that a disciple of the Lingbao School was coming to Mount Wutai to inquire about the Dharma, he did not expect that the other party would be so straightforward and directly point to the fundamental Dharma of the temple.

Han Yun said: Before receiving the Danfa and Kongwang Buddha's inheritance, I was trembling with fear. After receiving the inheritance, I was still trembling with fear. Didn't I learn the inheritance in vain?

In short, once strength changes, so does mentality. Besides, Han Yun's seniority is what it is. If he still plays the humbly seeking advice game, putting aside everything else, will the Daoist sect be willing to accept it?

If someone claims that their ancestor begged for the inheritance at the gate of a Buddhist temple, where would that leave the Taoist sect's reputation?

They pulled Han Yun back and locked him up.

But if you put it another way, it's different. It's a friendly exchange between two sides, and it's normal to have wins and losses.

The monk in charge of receiving guests dared not neglect him and quickly led Han Yun into the temple.

Abbot Huiming of Xiantong Temple was already waiting. He was thin, but his eyes were bright and piercing.

"Amitabha Buddha, Benefactor Han has come from afar, and this old monk has failed to greet you properly." Zen Master Huiming put his palms together in a gesture of respect.

Han Yun returned the greeting and said, "Zen Master Huiming, you are too kind. I am an unwelcome guest, and I hope that you will not hesitate to give me your guidance."

Zen Master Huiming smiled slightly: "I heard that you broke the Fearless Lion Seal at Wenshu Temple with a mysterious method. I am curious, what wonderful method have you prepared this time?"

Han Yun smiled and said, "I'm sure I'll satisfy the Zen Master!"

"please!"

Master Huiming dared not take Han Yun's challenge lightly and immediately used all his strength.

Han Yun met his gaze and saw that there was gold hidden in his eyes, from which two ethereal, crystal-clear sword lights shot out, which was the Manjushri Wisdom Sword Technique!

At the same time, in Han Yun's mind.

A colossal Manjushri Buddha statue suddenly rose up, adorned with lotus flowers and necklaces, and sat astride a blue lion. Holding a wisdom sword, its blade gleaming like crystal, displaying boundless sharpness, it pointed directly into the depths of Han Yun's consciousness.

Wherever the sword light passed, it seemed to sever even thought; it was the highest realm of cutting off all afflictions and obstacles. Han Yun's consciousness smiled slightly upon seeing this.

In the blink of an eye, the world in his mind had changed completely.

At its center stands a golden, crystal-clear Bodhi tree that reaches the heavens, its leaves manifesting the three thousand worlds, rising and falling like stars.

Beneath the tree appeared a majestic and sublime Buddha image. With his appearance, the entire world was filled with immeasurable light, immeasurable wisdom, and immeasurable merit, revealing the true meaning of emptiness.

The Buddha sat cross-legged, his right hand forming the teaching mudra, and his left hand holding a scroll of the Mahayana Bodhicitta Sutra. This was a manifestation of the lineage of the Buddha of Emptiness cultivated by Han Yun.

Upon closer inspection, the Buddha's appearance was indeed Han Yun himself. Compared to that Buddha, the statue of Manjushri Bodhisattva looked like an ant, and could only look up to him in awe.

As Manjushri's sword slashed towards the Bodhi tree, the Buddha smiled slightly, and the scriptures unfurled, countless golden Sanskrit characters cascading down like garlands. The sword light touched the Sanskrit characters, and they began to melt away like snow meeting the morning sun.

At this moment, another change occurred in Han Yun's sea of ​​consciousness. Under the Bodhi tree, another Taoist figure appeared, wearing a lotus crown, a purple robe with eight trigrams, and holding a jade-handled dragon-beard whisk. It was the image of the founder of the Lingbao School of Gezao Mountain.

His face still resembled Han Yun's.

One person, two people, with the heart of Buddha and the heart of Tao!

The Buddhist and Taoist priests spoke simultaneously, their voices booming like thunder: "Since you've come to see me, why don't you bow?"

Before the words were finished, the three thousand leaves on the Bodhi tree trembled in unison, and countless phantom images of Buddhas and Daoist masters were reflected in each leaf, chanting sutras in unison, resounding throughout the sea of ​​consciousness.

The wisdom sword in the hand of the Manjushri Buddha statue shattered inch by inch, turning into specks of golden light and dissipating.

Zen Master Huiming suddenly took three steps back in reality, the golden light in his eyes dimmed, his face turned ashen, and fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead. He clasped his hands together and said in a trembling voice, "The Buddha of Emptiness, it is actually the lineage of the Buddha of Emptiness!"

Han Yun's eyes shimmered with a crystal light as he smiled and said, "Zen Master, you have excellent eyesight. This is indeed the Dharma personally transmitted by the Buddha of Emptiness."

Zen Master Huiming took a deep breath, suppressing the tremors in his mind, and sighed with his palms together: "Amitabha, benefactor, you have actually received personal instruction from the Buddha of Emptiness. No wonder you were able to break Manjushri's Wisdom Sword. This old monk is completely convinced of your defeat."

"In that case, you must be a patriarch of my Buddhist sect, so why are you a disciple of the Taoist sect?" Zen Master Huiming asked, puzzled.

Han Yun smiled and said, "Zen Master, do you think it's possible that I'm first a Taoist patriarch and then a Buddhist patriarch?"

"This……"

Zen Master Huiming was speechless for a moment.

The fact that the highest traditions of Buddhism and Taoism could coexist in one person is already incredible, let alone that this person could integrate and combine the essence of the two schools into one.

Han Yun smiled and said, "Buddhism and Taoism share the same origin, and all methods lead to the same goal. Clinging to sectarian views will only lead to a lower level of understanding."

Huiming really wanted to say that he couldn't accept this reality, he really couldn't accept it!

The conflict between Buddhism and Taoism has a long history, but now Han Yun has taken on the supreme inheritance of both, how can he remain calm?

However, Zen Master Huiming was ultimately a person of profound spiritual cultivation. After a moment of silence, he sighed and said, "What you say is absolutely right, benefactor. It was this old monk who was deluded."

He clasped his hands together, bowed deeply, and said, "Benefactor, your cultivation of both Buddhism and Taoism has reached a high level. Having already experienced the Wisdom Sword Dharma of Xiantong Temple, this old monk has nothing more to say. However..."

After a slight hesitation, Zen Master Huiming finally asked, "You have come to Mount Wutai today and broken the lineages of both Manjushri and Xiantong Temples. Do you intend to use your own strength to overpower my Mount Wutai Zen Temple?"

(End of this chapter)