Invasion Myth: Starting with the Schoolteacher

Chapter 369 The Golden Bowl Subdues the Arhat

Her flowing hair and fluttering clothes accentuated her tall, graceful figure.

Her beautiful pupils were crystal clear, reflecting her pursuit of the Tao.

Seventeen hundred years have passed in the human world. Born with spiritual enlightenment, he absorbed the sun and moon, entered a master's sect, received the great law, traveled the world, comprehended the mysteries, and has remained so until today.

Bai Suzhen draws wisdom and strength from history, and is now tempering herself through an earth-shattering battle.

A bright, sparkling star, like a drop of water splashing from a river, pierced the dark sky, trailing a long tail and drawing an arc as it flew towards the place where the Dharma was preached.

Then one, two, three stars flew out from the sea of ​​stars, scattered like countless gems across the vast and boundless universe.

Endless, countless billions of starlight converged, transforming into a silvery-white galaxy that stretched across the mid-sky, splitting the universe and pouring directly towards the golden Buddha.

This is her sword, a sword made of galaxies.

"What a magnificent sight of the Milky Way falling from the heavens!"

"A rising star has emerged from Bai Suzhen's sect in Lishan."

Jianglong had to admit that his combat power had surpassed that of many wandering immortals, and his understanding of the Dao was also beyond that of ordinary people.

But that alone is not enough.

After all, in terms of experience, time, techniques, and even the pursuit of the Dao, I am superior.

As one of the Buddha's ten disciples, he was known for his steadfast practice and courageous spirit.

So open your heart and embrace the starry sky with equanimity.

Once you reach His level, unless the amount of energy exceeds the limit, the level is still determined by the level of one's cultivation.

One level higher, and it's already out of reach.

Behind me stood a great Bodhi tree, rooted in the void of the Buddha land, nourished by wisdom and Buddhist spirit. It grew tall in the wind, its canopy stretching for countless miles, its broad shade blocking out the blinding starlight.

No matter how much the dazzling starlight washes over it, it cannot make an inch forward.

The scattered stardust added even more color to the magnificent Buddhist scene.

The dragon's face was ferocious, but its eyes were peaceful.

Under the illumination of a sky full of stars, the Buddha gently recited the Mahakasyapa Sutra.

"At that time, Bibo was focused on his studies. As night was about to break, he stood still and saw the World-Honored One in the distance among the trees, his light shining far and wide, his majestic radiance reaching all. He immediately thought, 'Now that the sky is brightening among these trees, his majestic power shines everywhere, his light immeasurable, wondrous and awe-inspiring. Among these trees, there must be a deer king, a great lion, or even a deity with great supernatural powers and extraordinary abilities. I have no doubt about it.'"

This is the scripture in which the Buddha taught Mahakasyapa the method of controlling the mind.

As the chanting grew louder, golden Buddhist light began to permeate the sea of ​​stars.

No matter how terrifying the outward appearance may be, if the dragon and tiger within one's heart are controlled, one can naturally attain boundless light.

Jianglong is constantly recovering his fighting power, regaining his memories, and even showing some traces of his past.

Just as this Heavenly Tribulation Puppet was about to break through the starry sky, its gaze shifted and looked up.

"Is he truly fearless? Or has demonic thought entered his heart?"

Bai Suzhen also stopped her killing techniques, looked at that place with a smile, and then opened the access.

Before the person arrived, the light had already set.

The pure, undefiled, equal, and perfect light of Buddha paved a golden road from beyond the heavens.

The sound of chanting rang out, and a strange fragrance wafted through the air. Eight celestial dragons cleared the way, and thirty thousand Arhats parted the sea. Gentle and compassionate Buddhist light slowly spread across the upper part of the starry sky.

Flowers rained down from the sky, golden lotuses sprang from the ground, and celestial maidens scattered blossoms.

Furthermore, thirty thousand Arhats chanted the hymn in unison:

Emerging from the lotus-covered pure platform, the wondrous teachings of Pure Land are revealed.

He brought the dead back to life, transcending the mundane, and came to guide the sacred embryo from a past life.

The resounding echoes reverberated throughout the array's starry sky, grand and majestic.

A figure appeared high above, accompanied by thunderous sounds, walking on lotus blossoms with each step. He wore a brocade robe and carried a golden alms bowl, truly a dignified Buddhist.

Finally, it stopped beside Bai Suzhen, with thirty-six kinds of light-colored lotus flowers slowly blooming at its feet.

Looking into the beautiful woman's eyes, the holy monk gave a confident smile. "Long time no see."

Just looking at this grand display made Jianglong furious. In his life, he enjoyed practicing asceticism and disliked extravagance and ostentation.

He enjoys sitting quietly in the open air, observing corpses among cemeteries, and mending clothes under trees. He also believes that the stench of corpses or skeletons is more suitable for cultivating the contemplation of impermanence, suffering, emptiness, non-self, and impurity.

This is how the eccentric monk came to be, where storms, sun and dew were all forms of spiritual practice.

Not to mention that these enemies of Buddha defile the Buddhist community, what those thirty thousand Arhats were could not be hidden from His divine eyes. They were all karmic demons and monsters with the three poisons, disguised as monks, acting like heavenly demons.

And that poetic title was even more unacceptable to him.

It's one thing to compare oneself to a lotus flower, transcending the mundane, but what's even more outrageous is that one wants to create a sacred embryo.

In Buddhism, the stage of entering the path is called "forming the holy embryo," which is about converting oneself.
A monk who preaches the Dharma, even when converting a Buddha, would take up half of his seat.

How arrogant and blasphemous!

Of course, it's arrogant and blasphemous. Xu is skilled in military strategy, but his heart is slightly dirty.

From the very first day I fell into hell, I was thinking about how to deal with Jianglong, considering both psychological and physical attacks.

If you cultivate diligently, I will shine with boundless brilliance. If you truly cultivate, I will become a demon disguised as a Buddha.

The main theme is to infuriate even an Arhat and shatter your mental state.

The revenge began the moment he stepped out of Leifeng Pagoda.

He wanted to set an example for the demons, only in this way could they be called enemies of Buddha!

However, Xu was still startled when he entered the array space.

What's with that galactic orbital cannon that stretches across the sky? It looks like any random star or raindrop could send you crashing back down.

Primordial magnetism, starlight, gravity, radiation.
This is truly the style of a fantasy novel: setting up a killing formation, wielding the Big Dipper, and transforming star power into a sword to cleave across billions of miles of void.

And Luohan was also the real culprit.

The enormous Pippala tree, swaying dramatically, has already unfolded an endless Garbhadhatu mandala. Seemingly weak, it actually possesses the power of immovable Vajra in every branch and leaf.

The battlefield was a bit too advanced for Xu, who was only at the second level.

But it doesn't matter. With the Purple Gold Bowl in my hand and Lady White Snake behind me, if I still don't dare to be arrogant, wouldn't I have died in vain?

They immediately mustered their troops from the land of Calamity and made a dazzling entrance.

Driven by vengeance, the vengeful monk Fahai looked down at the dragon subdued in the shade of the trees below and revealed an evil smile.

He raised the golden bowl in his left hand and pointed the mad monk with his right.

"Dragon Subduer, do you know your crime?!"

降龙
Back then at the Great Thunder Temple, no one questioned me in this way, not even the Buddha himself.

In an instant, he was so angry that he could no longer vent his anger, and he felt that being chosen by Heaven as a puppet was not such a bad thing.

Seeing that the other party did not reply, Xu Xuan was somewhat disappointed.

Immovability is a very high state of being in Buddhism, and may even represent perfection.

Forget it, I can't always take shortcuts.

This time, we'll crush them fair and square with our magic weapons!

"Please, Buddha, help me subdue this demon!"

He tossed the golden bowl into the air and shouted, "Got it!"

At this moment, the golden bowl was no longer as lifeless as it had been when the Tranquil Pool was wiped away; instead, it burst forth with a light that surpassed even the stars.

At this moment, all the incense and vows accumulated by the Pure Land School over thousands of years were poured out.

The figures of successive abbots of the Pure Land School rolled within it, then merged into it, becoming the power that drives the ritual implements.

The monks, far away in the ancestral temple, suddenly felt a void in their hearts, not knowing why.

(End of this chapter)