Journey to the West: Starting with the True Lord of the Pure Land

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While taking this as the true form certainly provides a very high starting point, it may also lead to being unknowingly entangled with its ancient divinity.

The future path may have less room for self-evolution and is prone to falling into old patterns.

He sought to use the element of fire to complete his own five elements and evolve his own Great Dao, not to inherit the legacy of some ancient god.

Above the scroll, the remaining five ancient true forms shone brightly, each containing profound mysteries.

Chen Jiao remained calm and observed everything carefully.

The golden crow patrols the sun, the phoenix perches on the parasol tree, the vermilion bird guards the south, the qilin treads on auspicious treads, and the bifang proclaims its fame throughout the world.

They are all extraordinary beings with exceptional backgrounds and innate talents, each possessing their own magnificent aura and unfathomable supernatural abilities.

However, his choices are not only based on his innate talents, but also on whether they align with his own path and weigh all the causes and effects.

Chen Jiao stared at the illusory figure of Bifang, a single-legged creature with blue feathers, its cries echoing clearly.

This bird resembles a crane, and its cry is its own call. It does not eat grains and is said to be the spirit of fire. If it is seen, the town will be struck by fire.

Its fire is not purely destructive, but rather a fire of civilization's inheritance, a flame that foreshadows change, and is quite mysterious.

However, compared to the sacred Golden Crow, which is born to wield the power of fire, the Bifang's foundation is ultimately somewhat inferior.

"The Daoist scrolls record the truth, seeking to complete the Great Dao and establish a foundation for progress. Although Bifang is wonderful, it is ultimately not of this category."

With this in mind, Chen Jiao no longer hesitated and quietly severed the connection with the illusory Bifang.

On the scroll, Bifang's clear and melodious phantom trembled slightly, then its radiance subsided and slowly faded away.

It returned to being one of the myriad colored flames flowing in that chaotic void, no longer manifesting as its true form.

Immediately, Chen Jiao focused his gaze on the golden crow that stood proudly in the void, its three legs treading on fire, its light as bright as day.

It possesses both form and spirit, is magnificent and radiant, and shines with boundless brilliance. It is the essence of the sun, the most revered among its kind, and surpasses all others.

The true fire of the sun is the source of all fires, supremely yang and powerful, burning away all evil.

However, Chen Jiao had many concerns in his heart, like dark clouds hanging over him.

It is true that the Golden Crow has an exceptionally strong foundation, but the causal relationships involved are also enormous.

"Ten suns in the sky, Yi shot down nine of them."

Such earth-shattering cause and effect, with its vast implications and immense calamity, will be difficult to eradicate for eternity.

If he were to roam the world in the form of the Golden Crow, he might have to either bear or share the unimaginably heavy ancient karmic burden, with the outcome uncertain.

What concerned Chen Jiao even more was something else.

In his guise as Xuan Ling, he discovered hidden signs of human intervention to dissolve the remaining True Fire of the Sun in the Cleansing Spring of Yangquan Ridge.

The mastermind behind this is unknown, and it's difficult to determine whether they are friend or foe.

"Besides..."

Chen Jiao's thoughts deepened, and a chill crept in.

"That last golden crow... is said to have the Daoist name Lu Ya. He has been living in seclusion since that great calamity, and his Daoist cultivation is unfathomable."

If I were to parade around in the city wearing the guise of a golden crow, and happen to bump into this person…”

What would it be like to face the only ancient golden crow in the world today, in the form of the Great Sun Golden Crow?

Of the ten suns that were born, only one remains; this is destiny.

A new sun, born of the wondrous creation of the Daoist scriptures, suddenly appears in the world; how will it conduct itself?

Should we gamble on Lu Ya's magnanimity and attitude? Or should we hope that he will feel close to this strangely-born fellow human and treat him as a junior?

Chen Jiao dared not think too deeply about it, nor was he willing to entrust the continuation of his avatar to the unpredictable intentions of others.

Too illusory, and too dangerous.

"The path of incarnation seeks stability and longevity, and to nourish the five elements, rather than inviting unpredictable disasters or creating unforeseen complications."

Chen Jiao understood perfectly.

The Golden Crow is beautiful, but the karmic consequences are too heavy, and there are too many variables, like a sword hanging over one's head.

With this thought in mind, Chen Jiao gazed at the magnificent and splendid true form of the Golden Crow and finally shook his head slowly.

It's not that I dare not, but that I know it's better to proceed cautiously and seek a long and arduous journey.

It is unwise to deliberately get involved in certain karmic consequences before one's own spiritual cultivation is sufficient to handle them calmly.

"Moreover, the remaining three, the Phoenix, the Vermilion Bird, and the Fire Qilin, are no less powerful than the Golden Crow in terms of origin, potential, and authority."

There's no need to take such a risk.

As for the subsequent collection of the true fire of the sun, it should also be done behind the scenes, slowly and deliberately, without being ostentatious or conspicuous.

Having made up his mind, Chen Jiao no longer hesitated and quietly removed him from the shortlist.

Chen Jiao focused his attention on the remaining three true forms, finding it difficult to choose.

He gazed at the true form of the phoenix, its wings magnificent and its tail feathers shimmering with rosy hues.

This is the king of birds in the world. It will not perch on anything but the parasol tree, nor will it drink anything but the sweet spring. Its nature is noble, its status is esteemed, and its origins are extraordinary, needless to say.

The way of the phoenix, reborn from the ashes, endlessly regenerating, aligns with the wonders of the cycle of heaven and earth, and is of great benefit to cultivation and even to preserving one's life.

However, Chen Jiao's expression revealed a strange look.

He wasn't pondering the phoenix's origins or supernatural powers, but rather thinking of a Buddhist case deeply connected to the phoenix's bloodline.

Long ago, the phoenix, having obtained the essence of mating, gave birth to two offspring: the peacock and the roc.

When a peacock is first born, it is extremely ferocious and loves to eat living creatures. It can suck a person into its belly from forty or fifty miles away.

At that time, the Buddha of the Western Paradise was cultivating his golden body on the top of the snow mountain, but he was also swallowed by the peacock!

The Buddha wanted to exit through the peacock's side door, but feared defiling his true form. So he used his supernatural powers to split open the peacock's back, stepped out, and went straight to Mount Ling.

The underlying principle is that since Buddha and Taoism emerged from the peacock's belly, it is as if they were born from their mother's womb; therefore, harming the peacock is like harming the mother.

Upon hearing this, the Buddha calmed down and kept the peacock on Mount Ling, bestowing upon it the title of "Buddha Mother Peacock Great Bright King Bodhisattva," a position of great honor.

Thinking of this, Chen Jiao couldn't help but think to himself:

"The phoenix is ​​the mother of the peacock. Buddha and Lao Tzu were born from the belly of the peacock, so they recognized the peacock as their mother."

"By this generational order, wouldn't the phoenix be like the Buddha's great-grandmother?"

As Chen Jiao pondered this, he couldn't help but think to himself.

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"If I were to take the phoenix as my second incarnation, I would become the second phoenix in the world."

According to this bloodline, it is on par with the first phoenix. Wouldn't the peacock be considered my descendant?

The Buddha of the Western Paradise emerged from the belly of a peacock, and revered the peacock as his mother. So, what is the relationship between me, this phoenix incarnation, and the Buddha…”

This thought, once it arose, even made Chen Jiao, with his calm and composed Daoist mind, feel utterly absurd and dare not ponder it further.

Buddhism places the utmost importance on cause and effect, and he has absolutely no desire to be associated with the title of "Buddha Grandpa."

Who knows, this phoenix incarnate might wander the world and be recognized by some great Buddhist master with discerning eyes, who might then say, "It has a connection with the Buddha," and guide it away.

To become a "Buddha of Precious Flame, Bright Light, Solemnity" or a "Buddha of Wondrous Sound, Auspicious Clouds, and Good Fortune" on Mount Ling, that would be the truly difficult time.

"really……"

Chen Jiao shook his head inwardly and quietly removed the Phoenix True Form from his list of options.

"The most suitable incarnation is one like Xuan Ling, with top-tier origins, yet almost extinct in the present world, and with relatively clear and simple causal relationships."

The ancient Xuanjiao was in charge of water element. Although it was once an ancient overlord, its clan has long been lost to the ages.

This is perfect for him to quietly accumulate experience without attracting attention.

The remaining two true forms, one a fire unicorn and the other a vermilion bird, shone brightly together.

The fire qilin embodies benevolence and auspiciousness, with crimson flames rising all over its body, its feet treading on fiery clouds, and its gaze exuding majesty, yet also carrying an air of benevolence.

It is a unique species born from the interaction between the ancestor of the Qilin and the innate Qi in ancient times.

Such backgrounds are extraordinary, with noble bloodlines and profound potential.

Furthermore, the Qilin clan is elusive, hidden among the heavens, and rarely manifests its divine power in the world.

It existed in ancient times, but is hard to find in the present world.

Chen Jiao nodded to himself; this was indeed an excellent choice.

Immediately, he looked at the true form of the Vermilion Bird.

Its appearance is neither that of a phoenix nor a dragon, but rather it is born from the essence of primordial fire, ranking among the four celestial spirits, guarding the southern sky, and governing the fiery region.

Even though the phoenix is ​​the king of birds, it cannot govern this sacred creature born from the primordial fire.

Its form is noble and majestic, with the Southern Bright Fire quietly burning around it. This fire is extraordinary, being one of the few divine fires in the world.

Whether it's refining magical artifacts, tempering elixirs, or processing various spiritual materials that may be needed in future cultivation, having this fire by your side will make things twice as easy.

Chen Jiao wanted his second incarnation to master the art of alchemy and artifact crafting, and this fire was just the right thing to do.

As for the Heavenly Court, although there are four divine lords, among whom the Vermilion Bird Divine Lord is honored as "Lingguang" and is in charge of the south, Chen Jiao did not care.

This is the divine office of Heaven and Earth, a position of authority, not the Vermilion Bird.

Just as rivers, lakes, and seas each have their own water deities, not all of them are dragons.

The one sitting on the throne of the Vermilion Bird Mausoleum Light God is merely a deity who holds this divine office and wields the corresponding authority.

It is not the same as the true Vermilion Bird, one of the Four Symbols of Nature.

Chen Jiao's mind stirred slightly, and he remembered something else.

The current Lord Lingguang seems to have close ties with Lord Huode, who in turn seems to have some connection with the Sun Palace...

If one transforms into the Vermilion Bird, then one is a pure and authentic innate essence of fire, a true Southern Holy Spirit.

Although someone is currently occupying the position of Heavenly Emperor Lingguang, the divine office and the true spirit are not one.

If in the future, the Vermilion Bird transforms into a being with advanced cultivation, achieves remarkable feats, and ascends to the heavens...

The Vermilion Bird, with its majestic and lofty spirit, aligns with the heavenly position and possesses the potential to intervene in the celestial court's structure.

If one could use the Vermilion Bird's unique innate advantages and legitimate status to seek the divine office of the Vermilion Bird Lingguang God, wouldn't that be perfectly legitimate and have unlimited potential?

At that time, I will be known as the True Lord of Pacifying Law in the Heavenly Court, wielding judicial authority over the Thunder Department.

If the Vermilion Bird could be incarnated as the Southern Lingguang God, guarding the Southern Heaven and overseeing the affairs of the Heavenly Fires...

Thunder and fire, two sides of the same coin, echoing each other from afar! Whether it's to counterbalance and suppress the Sun Emperor, or to deal with the Fire Virtue Star Lord.

Even in the power struggles among the various fire-related officials in the Heavenly Court, there is great potential to gain more influence and practical benefits!

Once the decision was made, there was no more hesitation.

Within Chen Jiao's spiritual platform, a single, clear thought struck down like a sword, sweeping away all the illusory images outside of the Vermilion Bird's true form.

The scroll was moved, and suddenly the blank space was filled with great light!

The third location, suspended beside the main body's thunder and water aspects.

A vast amount of merit flowed in like rivers flowing into the sea, surging forth and fiercely merging with the innate fire source represented by the Vermilion Bird mark.

All the Daoist inspirations and spiritual energy converged wildly.

The phantom of the Vermilion Bird raised its head and sang a clear, melodious song that seemed to pierce through the ancient past.

This true meaning is no longer just an imprint, but has come alive, and under the guidance of merit and Chen Jiao's will, it begins to reshape and take form.

The light and flames distorted, and a human figure gradually appeared.

It no longer resembles a bird, but rather the silhouette of a young Taoist priest.

It no longer resembles a bird, but rather the silhouette of a young Taoist priest.

The Taoist priest wore a crimson robe, the color of which resembled the fading sunset, or the inner fire of a furnace, exuding warmth amidst solemnity.

He stood tall and straight, carrying a sword on his back with an ancient hilt hidden in its sheath.

His face gradually became clear in the light, his expression gentle, like the warm winter sun, without sharpness, yet with its own warm radiance.

His demeanor was refined and noble, untouched by worldly dust, as if he were born to reside in the heavens and govern the realm of Li Ming.

The scroll of Taoism reflects the Three True Ones.

The figure of the young Taoist priest, dressed in crimson robes and carrying a sword, exuding an air of refined elegance, materialized from the ethereal and finally became completely stable.

Alongside the thunder-shrouded true form and the deep, watery Xuanling, it became the third clear and eternal true form imprint on the scroll.

The figure of the young man in crimson robes was connected to the true form of the Vermilion Bird, their light and shadow blending together.

The Vermilion Bird sang a clear song, fluttering around him before transforming into a streak of crimson light that disappeared into the young man's brow, leaving a faint flame mark.

The third true form, the Vermilion Bird incarnation, has its foundation initially established!

"He was then called 'Jiangxiao,' the Immortal Jiangxiao."

Chen Jiao decided on the name.

Crimson robes trailing in the firelight, crimson feathers reflecting the heavenly light. A name rising from the heavens, aspirations soaring to the highest heavens.