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

Chapter 469 The Immortal Transformation Pool: The Buddhist Golden Cicada!

"Yes, Your Majesty."

Two teams of heavenly soldiers restrained Zhu Ganglie and led him out of the Lingxiao Palace. When they reached the Transformation Pool, they pushed Zhu Ganglie down into it.

The Pool of Transformation into Mortals, as its name suggests, is a place where immortals can transform into mortals.

When an immortal enters the mortal realm, their immortal spiritual body, acquired through cultivation, will be directly destroyed.

As Zhu Ganglie was pushed inside, his immortal body instantly perished and turned into dust.

A wisp of true spirit flew out and landed directly in the pigsty of a family in the Southern Continent.

In the pigpen, a sow is giving birth, and piglets are crawling out from under her.

Soon, the last piglet crawled out, and this piglet was very different from the previous ones.

It was born at the size of a normal piglet, about a month old, covered in stiff black hair. Compared to the other pink and tender piglets in the pens, it looked like a monster.

"Having been banished to the mortal realm, I've returned to my original state!"

Zhu Ganglie looked at the old sow and a bitter smile appeared on his lips.

Before he joined the Human Cult, he was just an old pig who had become a spirit. Countless years have passed, and now he has returned to his original starting point.

Zhu Ganglie looked up at the Heavenly Court, his heart filled with immense anger!

After serving the Heavenly Court so diligently for so many years, all I got in return was being banished to the mortal realm. Well, very well indeed!

Zhu Ganglie turned his head, took a deep look at the old sow, smashed open the pigpen fence, and fled the farmer's house.

Time flies, and several years have passed in the blink of an eye.

Zhu Ganglie settled down in Yunzhan Cave on Fuling Mountain, and his cultivation level recovered to the peak of Golden Immortal. He was the undisputed overlord demon king within a radius of tens of thousands of miles!

As for the Heavenly Court, a major event also occurred not long ago!

The guardian deity of the Lingxiao Palace, General Rolling Curtain, accidentally broke one of Haotian's most beloved glass lamps while attending a banquet. He was then cast down to the mortal realm and fell into the Liusha River, where he became a local tyrant.

As the Heavenly Court began to act swiftly, the calamity spreading throughout the world continued to slowly intensify.

Xiniu Hezhou, a sacred Buddhist site, is home to the Great Thunder Temple.

Today is a grand day for Buddhism!

The Medicine Buddha, the ancient Dipankara Buddha, and the future Maitreya Buddha preach at the Great Thunder Temple. All Buddhist disciples are welcome to come and listen to their teachings.

Medicine Buddha, Dipankara Buddha, and Maitreya Buddha are all quasi-saints who have cultivated to a high level.

At the same time, they opened a sermon, which is a rare opportunity that has been encountered only once in thousands of years.

Bodhisattvas, Arhats, ascetics, and Dharma protectors—a great many people came to listen to the lectures.

Among them is Kinnara, the fifth direct descendant of the two Buddhist saints, Cundi and Jieyin!

Kinnara was a man of extraordinary talent. Legend has it that when Xiniu Hezhou was first discovered...

This shattered the Buddhist stele used by Buddhist temples to test aptitude, comprehension, and fortune.

This alarmed a Buddhist saint, who then accepted him as his fifth personal disciple.

Having cultivated for countless years, his cultivation has reached the initial stage of the Great Luo Golden Immortal realm. Even in today's Buddhist world, he would be considered an outstanding individual.

If we take into account the time he spent cultivating, it's no wonder he has such a level of cultivation.

It is a miracle; no one in the Buddhist community can compare to it.

Besides the exceptionally talented Kinnara, there was also a young novice monk with red lips and white teeth.

His name is Jin Chanzi. He was brought into Mahayana Buddhism by the Medicine Master ten thousand years ago, but no one knows his true identity.

It was Zhunti who guided the primordial alien species he encountered millions of years ago, one of the five ancient insects, the six-winged golden cicada.

Of course, the memories of Jin Chanzi, who belonged to the Primordial Chaos alien species, have long been erased by Zhunti and Jieyin. Now, he is just an ordinary little novice monk.

Soon, the sermon began. Bhaisajyaguru, Maitreya, and Dipankara sat on futons and expounded on the profound principles of the eight hundred unorthodox schools of Buddhism.

Beneath the prayer cushions, countless Buddhists listened with rapt attention, completely absorbed in the music.

Even if someone were to fight or gesture around them at this moment, they would not wake up.

But Jin Chanzi didn't listen attentively; instead, he sat on the futon and dozed off.

The pharmacist slowly opened his eyes and his gaze fell on Jin Chanzi.

"Jin Chanzi, what are you doing!"

The pharmacist's question was as majestic as the heavens, carrying supreme authority!

Jin Chanzi laughed, "Drowsy, didn't you see me, Senior Brother?"

"This sermon is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. All the other fellow disciples are listening attentively, but you're dozing off. Do you really think your Buddhist practice has surpassed that of your fellow disciples?"

The pharmacist's words were filled with oppressive force, making one feel suffocated.

Jin Chanzi smiled and said, "Junior brother is not very talented, but as senior brother said, I do have some attainments and understanding in Buddhism."

"Oh?"

The pharmacist looked surprised. After a few breaths, he stretched out his fingers, making a flower-picking gesture, and smiled without saying a word.

This is a typical Buddhist riddle, which involves guessing the profound Buddhist principles contained within an action.

Beside Jin Chanzi, a fat-headed and big-eared Arhat said, "Jin Chanzi, didn't you boast that your Buddhist teachings are profound? When the Medicine Buddha smiled while holding up a flower, can you guess what the Medicine Buddha meant?"

"That's right. If you don't want to listen to the Buddha's teachings, fine, but why cause trouble? This is a test from the Buddha for you. Speak up now."

Jin Chanzi smiled without saying a word, simply shrugging his hands to indicate that he had nothing in them.

The pharmacist was greatly alarmed by Jin Chanzi's actions.

This Jin Chanzi can actually understand the Buddhist principles contained in his movements!

His smile, a casual remark, meant nothing at all; it was a Buddhist term for emptiness.

Jin Chanzi spread his hands, indicating that he had nothing in his hands, which was also an empty word, perfectly matching his "flower-picking smile".

At Da Lei Yin Temple, the air was heavy with a long-lost stillness.

A moment later, another Buddhist Arhat said impatiently, "Jin Chanzi, stop pretending to know what you don't. If you can't understand it, then listen to the lecture properly. It's fine if you're the only one who doesn't listen, but don't make it so that none of us can listen."

"Exactly, exactly! If you don't cherish this opportunity, we definitely need it!"

Upon hearing this, everyone began to verbally attack Jin Chanzi.

As for Jin Chanzi's identity?

Nobody cared!

In this era when sages are no longer born, Jin Chanzi is just one of the millions of disciples of Buddhism, nothing special.

After a few more breaths, the pharmacist stopped his smiling gesture, shook his head, and said, "Jin Chanzi, you have disappointed me greatly!"

"disappointment?"

Jin Chanzi's eyes widened, and he cursed the pharmacist inwardly.

He clearly guessed correctly, but he insisted that he guessed wrong. What is the truth? Isn't it all based on his words?

Jin Chanzi exhaled a breath of turbid air, remaining silent, but in the hearts of the Bodhisattvas, Buddhas, and Arhats, they were convinced that Jin Chanzi was pretending to know what he didn't.

The pharmacist then said, "Jin Chanzi, you have disrupted this sermon; do you know your crime?"

Jin Chanzi said weakly, "I know my crime."

"Then I will punish you by subjecting you to reincarnation. You may return to the Great Thunderclap Temple only when you have made progress in your Buddhist practice and stopped pretending to know what you don't."

Jin Chanzi, too lazy to stay in the West, simply nodded and said, "Yes."

"In that case, you may go to the Netherworld and be reincarnated."

The pharmacist originally intended to take Jin Chanzi there personally, but when he thought of the Styx Ancestor's Avici Hell and the Yuan Tu, his heart trembled and fear arose. He decided that it would be better to let Jin Chanzi go to the Netherworld alone.

Everyone was somewhat surprised by these words.

Reincarnation? This punishment is a bit too harsh!

Everyone felt the punishment was too harsh, but not a single person stood up to speak for Jin Chanzi.

(End of this chapter)