Primordial Era: A God-Level Choice, Possessing Zhao Gongming at the Start.

Chapter 433 Lingtai Fangcun Mountain, Xieyue Sanxing Cave

"Disciple greets Master and Uncle-Master."

Guanyin was still dressed the same, with her hair tied in a coiled dragon bun, wearing a plain silk robe, her eyebrows like crescent moons, her eyes like twin stars, her jade-like face beaming with joy, and her lips a touch of red, as she slowly stepped into the Pure Land of Ultimate Bliss.

Zhunti and Jieyin's expressions softened a bit. They said, "The stone monkey has reappeared. Go there yourself and make sure he gets to the Lingtai Fangcun Mountain in Xiniu Hezhou."

Guanyin Bodhisattva hesitated for a moment and said, "That monkey is naturally clever. He was already wary of me when we were at Flower Fruit Mountain. If I go there again..."

Zhunti's expression turned serious. "In our Mahayana Buddhism, only you are most familiar with that monkey. Besides you, who else can shoulder this great responsibility?"

After a pause, Zhunti continued, "Besides you, I will also have Manjushri and Samantabhadra assist you. You should be confident now, right?"

Guanyin had no choice but to agree, "Yes, disciple will do my best."

After leaving the Pure Land of Ultimate Bliss, Guanyin planned to visit the East Sea first.

On the East China Sea, amidst the clouds and mist, a figure flashed by, and a fragrant breeze wafted over; the figure of Guanyin had appeared.

Inside the cabin, just as he was devouring a peach, his pupils suddenly contracted as that persistent, lingering aura reappeared!

Amidst the layers of clouds and mist, Guanyin observed the stone monkey's aura, which was only around the level of refining emptiness and merging with the Dao, and breathed a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, this monkey's cultivation level wasn't too high. Stone monkeys are naturally agile; if their cultivation level were higher, they would be difficult to handle.

On the vast ocean, Guanyin could not appear to guide the stone monkey, so she summoned some divine wind to blow the wooden boat toward Xiniu Hezhou.

On the wooden boat, the stone monkey's lips curled up, his eyes closed, and he did not obstruct the process.

The East Sea is vast and stretches for countless miles. With the help of the divine wind, the wooden boat arrived at the territory of Xiniuhezhou in just a few months.

After discarding the wooden boat, the stone monkey stepped onto land, found a set of human clothes and put them on. Apart from having some thick hair, he looked exactly like a human.

Xiniu Hezhou is a territory of Mahayana Buddhism, where spiritual practice is prevalent.

Here, ancient temples, monks, ascetics, and Dharma protectors can be seen everywhere.

In countless countries, monks hold the highest status, and even kings treat them with utmost respect, daring not to show the slightest disrespect.

The stone monkey was born in Flower Fruit Mountain and had cultivated on the fairy island for many years. This was the first time he had seen so many people, so everything was very new and interesting to him.

In Xiniu Hezhou, Jiutian, Guanyin, Manjushri, and Samantabhadra, the three great golden immortals of the Chan Sect in the past and the three great bodhisattvas of Buddhism today, have gathered together again.

Puxian said with a worried expression, "My two senior brothers, this monkey is clever. How should we guide him?"

Guanyin Bodhisattva leaned close to the two and whispered in their ears. After she finished speaking, Manjushri and Samantabhadra's eyes lit up, and they gave her a thumbs up, exclaiming, "Great idea!"

The stone monkey walked with the crowd and saw many new and interesting things, which broadened its horizons.

Under the deliberate guidance of Manjushri and Samantabhadra, they unknowingly arrived at the foot of a mountain.

As soon as I reached the foot of the mountain, I heard a clear and melodious singing voice.

"Watching chess, the axe handle rots; chopping wood, the sound echoes; strolling slowly by the valley's edge. Selling firewood and buying wine, laughing wildly, indulging in self-satisfaction. On the ancient path, high in autumn, facing the moon at the roots of locust and pine trees, I wake up at dawn. Recognizing the old forest, climbing cliffs and crossing ridges, I take up my axe and cut down withered vines."

The singing is bold and unrestrained, and can be clearly heard even in the noisy mountains and forests, refreshing the eyes and making people feel as if all their troubles have disappeared.

The stone monkey listened to the song, its face showing great curiosity, but inwardly it sneered, "Playing tricks!"

He followed the singing through the forest and saw a woodcutter chopping wood with an axe.

The aura emanating from the woodcutter caused the stone monkey's pupils to shrink slightly!

This woodcutter had the same aura as the old white monkey on Flower Fruit Mountain back then, without the slightest difference.

The stone monkey walked up to him with a grin. "Brother woodcutter, what song were you singing just now? It was so pleasant to listen to, it seemed to make me forget all my troubles."

"monkey?"

The woodcutter was shocked, but his expression quickly returned to normal, and he gave a simple, honest smile.

"This song was taught to me by an old sage on the mountain."

The stone monkey looked very interested. "It was taught by an old immortal. I wonder which old immortal it was?"

The woodcutter proudly said, "That old immortal lives in the Lingtai Fangcun Mountain, in the Xieyue Sanxing Cave. He is called the Old Ancestor Subhuti. He has boundless magical powers and often helps people. Our area used to be rife with bandits, but since the old immortal came, people have lived in peace and prosperity. What a happy time we have been living!"

The stone monkey asked again, "May I ask, venerable immortal, when did you arrive at Lingtai Fangcun Mountain?"

The woodcutter waved his hand, "How could I remember? It must have been at least several hundred years ago."

"By the way, you little monkey, where did you come from, and where are you going?"

The stone monkey said in a serious tone, "I have come to seek immortality and the Dao. May I ask which direction the Lingtai Fangcun Mountain and Xieyue Sanxing Cave are in? Please guide me, woodcutter."

The woodcutter quickly pointed in a direction.

The stone monkey cupped its hands in thanks and said, "Thank you, Brother Woodcutter. I'll be on my way now."

After saying this, the stone monkey turned and left.

The woodcutter continued chopping wood half-heartedly. About fifteen minutes later, his figure suddenly changed, and he flew into the air, joining Manjushri and Samantabhadra.

"How is it?"

Manjushri and Samantabhadra couldn't wait to ask.

Guanyin Bodhisattva nodded, "If nothing unexpected happens, that monkey will soon reach the Cave of the Slanting Moon and Three Stars."

"That's good, that's good."

Manjushri and Samantabhadra breathed a sigh of relief. No matter what the process was like, as long as they delivered the stone monkey to the Cave of the Slanting Moon and Three Stars, their mission would be accomplished.

Uncle-Master is a Heavenly Saint. Even if he is just a benevolent corpse incarnation, surely he can't control a monkey?

Lingtai Fangcun Mountain, Xieyue Sanxing Cave, ancient trees stand tall, mist and clouds scatter colorful light, the sun and moon shimmer.

An elderly man with white hair and beard and a peaceful face sat on a cloud bed and was preaching.

Beneath the cloud bed were a few dozen disciples, all dressed in Taoist robes, listening attentively to the lecture.

Subhuti was transformed from the good corpse of Cundi. Human nature is complex, and the good corpse almost occupies the good side of human nature.

In addition, Zhunti and Jieyin attached great importance to this great calamity in the Journey to the West. In order to make the details realistic and minimize flaws, Zhunti sent out the good corpse.

At this moment, on the cloud bed, Subhuti was preaching, his whole body radiating the power of the Dao, and the sound of the Dao never ceased to be heard.

The former Taoist sect and the current Buddhist sect have been perfectly integrated. Various Taoist methods and supernatural powers are used with ease, leaving the disciples below mesmerized.

But it was just a state of fascination; the Dharma is not easily passed on, and whatever the Dharma may be, it is extremely precious in this day and age.

Even in Buddhism, which widely spreads Buddhist teachings, only the most basic and superficial aspects are disseminated.

To learn the true teachings, one must become a core member of the Buddhist community before one can begin learning.

If Buddhism is already like this, let alone Lingtai Fangcun Mountain, Xieyue Sanxing Cave, this lineage that Zhunti and Jieyin temporarily set up to complete the great calamity of the Journey to the West.

Subhuti's teachings were indeed exquisite and unparalleled, but precisely because they were so exquisite, his disciples, though seemingly engrossed in listening, actually understood nothing at all.

Even if there were exceptionally talented individuals who could glean even a fraction of the profound and wondrous abilities from Subhuti's teachings, their power would be limited, because ultimately, Subhuti's Great Way was not intended for these disciples.

(End of this chapter)