Chapter 685: Chapter 685
If it weren’t for the Tai Shi Demon Qi, Xu Qing’s situation would be much worse.
The presence of the Tai Shi Demon Qi was like a lamp lit in his heart.
Like the Buddha of the Burning Lamp, it illuminated the past, the future, and clarified the present.
He hadn’t revealed these matters to Feng Wu because he didn’t want his wife to worry about him.
Sometimes he thought, if Feng Wu could truly "Supreme Forget Love," it might also be a good thing for her. Without the burden of emotions, she could devote herself entirely to the cultivation of the Great Dao, and her achievements might far surpass what they are now.
But how could he let go of Feng Wu’s "love" for him?
Because "love" is extraordinarily precious and luxurious to any sentient being struggling in this Sea of Suffering.
"In seven days, I will return a Yan Kong to you. During this period, I need you to be my protector," said the red-haired Yan Kong softly.
Xu Qing nodded slowly.
He understood well that just because the kind-hearted Lama had been subdued, everything was not set in stone. The Snowfield Living Buddha was by no means a mediocre figure; his cultivation realm was only second to the old demon of Black Mountain, perhaps even surpassing the Twin Saints of Great Yu.
The upcoming Dharma battle with the Snowfield Living Buddha would be the crucial point for whether Yan Kong could achieve Rebirth, as well as another significant challenge on his path of cultivation.
Near the capital, a silent yet mysteriously charged area stood the solemn and majestic Imperial Mausoleum.
The architecture of the Imperial Mausoleum was grand, with massive stone tablets and beasts silently guarding the land, as if narrating past splendor and vicissitudes.
Not far from the mausoleum stood an ancient temple.
The walls of the temple were mottled, with clear marks of time, some bricks and stones were already loose as if they might fall with a gentle push. The trees around the temple were lush and verdant, yet inexplicably they imparted a sense of oppression, as if they too were suppressing some mysterious force.
Within the temple, the Snowfield Living Buddha sat calmly on a meditation mat. His demeanor was tranquil, eyes slightly closed, exuding an otherworldly aura.
Beside him were two borrowed Magical Treasures, one being the Dusk Drum and the other the Morning Bell.
The body of the Dusk Drum was covered with strange runes, each rune shimmering with a faint light, seemingly narrating an ancient Buddhist Law. The runes flowed slowly upon the drum’s body as if they were alive.
The Morning Bell emitted an archaic aura; the patterns on its surface resembled mountains and rivers, containing endless mysteries. A gentle strike could produce a distant sound, as if it could pierce through time and space.
When the kindly Lama left the capital, the Snowfield Living Buddha had already divined that this outstanding talent of the Esoteric Sect would meet with calamity.
This calamity was also Xu Qing’s calamity.
And the Snowfield Living Buddha, like Shakyamuni, intended to defeat Xu Qing, the true "Heavenly Demon."
His eyes narrowed slightly, revealing an inscrutable gleam, as if that light could see through all things in the world.
"The Righteous Path of Central Earth, mistaken in believing our Esoteric Sect’s peeling of skins and knocking of bones are acts of evil, are actually unaware that we are the true compassion."
The Snowfield Living Buddha’s voice was deep and resonant, slowly reverberating through the temple. The voice seemed to have a magical power, drawing people into it involuntarily. He slowly stood up, his wide Kasaya fluttering like a blooming lotus flower. Then, he suddenly tore the Kasaya apart, revealing his belly. ᴛhis chapter is ᴜpdated by ɴovelfire.net
Instantly, a strange radiance emanated from his abdomen, vibrant and ethereal. In the vaguest sense, an "Inner Heaven and Earth" was presented.
Within this "Inner Heaven and Earth," many people lived. They laughed and played, with genuine smiles on their faces; some strolled leisurely, walking with light and carefree steps. Each was immersed in boundless pleasure, as if all the troubles of the world had nothing to do with them.
Though these enjoyments were manifestations of an Illusion Realm, they felt incredibly real to those within. They could feel the gentle caress of the breeze, smell the fragrance of flowers, and hear the birds’ songs. Moreover, these people existed in the form of souls, living in the "Buddha Country" created by the Snowfield Living Buddha.
Should the day come when the Snowfield Living Buddha’s cultivation reaches the level of making illusions real, entering the creator’s realm, then these illusions would become reality. By then, the people within would be in a genuine Pure Land.
Even now, their flesh would not be wasted but serve as nourishment for the cultivation of the Buddha Country. More importantly, these "people" would no longer feel hunger, cold, fear, or any such pains—only joy would remain in their hearts. In this illusory world, they enjoyed eternal peace and happiness.
In the view of the Snowfield Living Buddha, the path of Central Earth was the true Evil Path. It taught people to face the brutal world and confront the bloody reality, forcing them to endlessly struggle and suffer in the Sea of Suffering.
Making people face the Sea of Suffering was no act of benevolence. Randomly pick someone from his "Buddha Country," and they would no longer wish to toil in the red dust. In his heart, escapism was the supreme mystical way to transcend the Sea of Suffering. He was willing, with supreme compassion, to find a path out of suffering for the sentient beings.
He felt he bore the mission to save sentient beings, to liberate them from the painful reality.
"Sound the Dusk Drum." The deep and commanding voice of the Snowfield Living Buddha rang out once more, carrying an undeniable authority, as if it were a decree that could shake heaven and earth.
Many Lamas responded, "Following the Buddha’s command."