Born with immortal seed

Chapter 926 The Identity of the Demon Buddha

Men till the fields and women weave; no one picks up lost items on the road; doors are left unlocked at night.

The elderly have support, the young have opportunities to grow, and the disabled and sick are cared for.

The island enjoys favorable weather and abundant harvests, resulting in thriving crops.

When natural disasters strike, Bodhisattvas offer protection; when one is ill, monks bestow incantations; and after death, Arhats escort one to rebirth in the Pure Land.

Following the clues given by the Moral Sect, the young man in purple found the large island in the vast ocean.

The people living up there are said to be overseas refugees who were bewitched by the lineage of the Demon Buddha and became nourishment for Buddhist cultivators.

But what he saw was a peaceful and beautiful scene, even with monsters and spirits living among them.

They did manual labor such as clearing mountains, paving roads, and irrigating fields, but no one showed any disgust or aversion. The demons also lost their tyrannical and ferocious nature and became polite and respectful.

It is said that this lineage of Buddhist practitioners has gone astray, their actions leaning towards demonic ways, and they are not tolerated by the orthodox Buddhist sect.

But on the surface, it seems to be getting closer to the utopian world depicted in the book.

This is considered the Demon Realm; in 99% of the cultivation world, life is not as good as in the Demon Realm.

"The strongest person on the island is at the Great Arhat level, which is equivalent to the Nascent Soul stage... He is already one of the top in the outer sea, but he is still a long way from the Demon Buddha I am looking for."

The purple-clad youth glanced at the information on the island's 1.35 million believers, 7,000 demons, and 800 Buddhist cultivators, all of which were contained within his mind.

In the heart of the island stands a stone temple, made of earthen blocks and bluestone, unadorned.

The temple is peaceful and serene, with stone lamps, wooden fish drums, prayer cushions, and Buddha statues.

Beyond its simplicity, there's a strange, almost barbaric quality to it.

He didn't have time to delve into the conflicting ideologies within the Buddhist sects; he only wanted to know the whereabouts of the Demon Buddha as quickly as possible.

He teleported instantly, appearing directly behind the withered-looking monk in the stone temple.

The top five strongest individuals in the outer seas made no reaction; a hand pressed down on their heads while they were chanting scriptures.

His body jolted, then calmed down, as if he were drifting off to sleep.

The Tai Xu Rebirth Mantra and the Tai Xu Great Dream Technique were used one after another. How could a cultivator from the lower realm withstand it? In an instant, all the secrets in his heart were drained.

Even events that the individuals themselves had forgotten or deliberately concealed were all brought up.

After a few breaths, as if all her energy had been drained, she lay down limply.

"So the Demon Buddha isn't here. What a wasted trip..."

The young man in purple turned and left, the blue lamp behind him glowing with light, casting a yellowish hue over the entire stone temple.

The stone Buddha originally had no facial features, but suddenly a pair of eyes appeared out of nowhere, staring intently at the figure's back.

"Come out!"

Suddenly, Yuan Ying drew his sword, its shimmering light enveloping the stone Buddha and piercing its eyes.

Wow!

The blue stone cracked open, and out emerged a monk with an eerie air, weathered by life's vicissitudes, his temples graying, possessing an indescribable charm.

"When did you discover that I was in the temple?"

The Demon Buddha stretched out his two palms, pure white and flawless, and held up the Yuan Ying Sword, which was moving at an unpredictable speed.

The rings of pure, crystalline light actually pushed the fifth-tier flying sword back.

"I didn't find anything. The old monk just said that Buddha resides in one's heart, and that if one recites scriptures often, there will surely be a response. So I was just trying to trick you..."

The young man in purple remained calm and composed, showing little shock.

They came here to find the Demon Buddha, but their appearance was somewhat unexpected.

"It's hard to imagine that you've lived in the mortal realm for so many tens of thousands of years. It's enough to make those cultivators who are looking forward to ascension envious... But I just can't understand what is there in the mortal realm that you would be so attached to that you would even give up the Great Dao."

At first glance, the Demon Buddha appeared to be a perfect Buddha, with a dignified and solemn appearance. Naturally, the young man in purple would not judge this person's strength based on appearance alone.

Although the Moral Sect is only a sect in the lower realm, it has good judgment, recognizing the Demon Buddha as being on par with the Heartless Sword Immortal, which shows that its strength far surpasses that of other descending immortals.

As long as you stay in the Immortal Realm, you will have a great chance to advance to the Integration Stage.

Although one may have lived for many years in the human world, sealing oneself in a stone statue to almost stop one's lifespan is not the same as normal cultivation.

"Staying here is for the sake of my great path."

The demon Buddha formed the Abhaya Mudra, and lotus flowers floated out, half of them pitch black and half pure white.

"I wondered who was attacking the island and disturbing the peace. It turns out to be the Time Sword Lord who has successfully ascended and returned."

"Since you've already left, why bother coming back to this quagmire!"

The white lotus illuminates the heavens, reflecting the golden Buddhist temple, layer upon layer, without end.

Not only on this island, but also towards the horizon, extending to the outer sea, and reaching every corner of the cultivation world.

The black lotus absorbs light and sinks into the earth, forming a dark and chaotic state.

One by one, Buddhas appeared, filling the entire island in a vast and majestic procession.

But it is not a Dharma body of brass or red gold, but a Buddha that is dim and dark, with different auras.

"Amitabha Buddha, all sentient beings suffer, let us all go together to the Pure Land!"

Before the Demon Buddha finished speaking, chants of Buddhist hymns rang out, one after another.

One after another, Buddha's palms pressed down, their light so intense it made the opponent appear tiny.

Under the ocean of Buddha's light, it was as if the Buddha's kingdom had descended to earth, with an intense and irresistible power of vows lingering everywhere.

"A Buddhist Kingdom in the Palm of Your Hand..."

The purple-clad youth's eyes narrowed; this supernatural power had unleashed unimaginable might in the hands of the Demon Buddha.

The idea that one person could manifest three thousand Buddhas and establish a perfect Buddha-land upon standing is nothing short of a legend for Buddhist practitioners in the human realm.

Those Buddhist disciples who died in the Saha Buddha Land of the Realm of Separation from Hatred were born with innate wisdom and had the root of Buddhahood. Even in the realm of Buddhas, they could only quickly attain Buddhahood by relying on the treasures of ancient Buddhas.

Multiple flying swords flew out from his sleeve, their light splitting and shattering the spreading Buddhist kingdom piece by piece.

The world of sword light and the dark Buddhist kingdom have been destroyed and reborn, and have been destroyed and reborn, and the two are locked in a stalemate.

"Immeasurable light, immeasurable life, immeasurable compassion, immeasurable supernatural powers!"

The young man in purple robes, blessed by the Yin-Yang Eyes of the Candle Dragon, could see the essence of things and discern that this hastily constructed Buddhist kingdom was already perfect and flawless.

At the same time, those dark Buddhas were not fake; they truly possessed fifth-order strength.

The formation of a Buddha-land by three thousand fifth-level Buddhas is a truly astonishing sight in the human realm.

From the Middle Ages to the present, it is unknown whether all the Divine Transformation beings combined have reached this number.

The Purple Mansion Scenery Avatar is known for its prowess in combat, and the lower its cultivation level, the more profound its mysteries become.

After descending from the Void Refining stage back to the Divine Transformation stage and returning to the mortal realm, he actually encountered an opponent he couldn't defeat, and was even at a slight disadvantage.

Unbeknownst to them, the demonic Buddha, shrouded in the nine-tiered black and white lotus platform, was even more shocked amidst the crowd of dark Buddhas.

Given his status, he couldn't imagine that a cultivator who had ascended less than a thousand years ago could fight him to this extent after returning from his descent.

There's only one possibility: the identity of the Sword Lord of Time is not simple either!
"Is he a tribulation-transcending body like that kid from the Heavenly Sword Pavilion, or a pawn that some family is willing to spend a fortune to throw down... or have I really waited for him!"

A flash of inspiration struck the Demon Buddha. He remained holed up in the Hidden Dragon Realm, not moving an inch, all because of that seemingly bizarre rumor.

He witnessed the actions taken by several people in the Immortal Realm back then.

However, he is the only one who has invested so much.

"If I attain unsurpassed Bodhi and become a fully enlightened being, there will be no hell, hungry ghosts, or beasts..."

The Demon Buddha sighed, extended his palm as if plucking a flower, and gently pushed forward.

Following this action, all the Buddhas performed the same action in unison, carrying a sense of pure liberation and meditation.

The six-syllable mantra shone brightly, falling from all directions and plunging the entire island into a chaotic state where there was no distinction between high and low, past and future.

All the believers on the island transformed into streaks of white light as they chanted sutras, merging into the darkness.

Above is a Pure Land of Buddha, where light shines everywhere and everyone enjoys bliss.

Below is a dark abyss that spans billions of eons and is filled with boundless chaos.

Such a Buddhist kingdom should not exist in the human realm at all. Even the disciples of the Saha Buddhist Land that Bai Zichen had seen in the Earthly Immortal Realm did not behave in such a way.

"In such a Buddhist kingdom...you are the incarnation of the Buddha!"

As this thought surged into his mind, the young man in purple could no longer contain his excitement and let out a loud shout.

Even those direct disciples of the Saha Buddha Land, in the more privileged Earthly Immortal Realm, could not achieve the state of "holding Prajna in hand, realizing Tathagata in mind, and having a Buddha Kingdom in the palm of one's hand."

Yet a descending monk was able to do just that, and even defied common sense by living a lifespan in the human realm that exceeded that of a Nascent Soul cultivator.

If one can send an incarnation to the mortal realm, then the true great powers of the Earthly Immortal Realm can do the same.

The five sons of humanity, lords of the Saha Buddha Land, supreme beings of countless Buddha kingdoms, possessors of the unsurpassed, perfect enlightenment of Buddhahood...

This undisputed number one figure in Buddhism and Taoism rarely appears in public; the last time he publicly made a move was tens of thousands of years ago.

The fact that an incarnation could achieve this level of skill can only remind people of the Buddha.

This could also explain why he was willing to give up his future on the Great Dao and stay in the Hidden Dragon Realm.

However, if an incarnation is truly seeking secrets related to the Heavenly Emperor, what is there to be unwilling to give up?

"We may have come for the same goal. There's no need for us to fight to the death. Let's stop fighting and talk."

The purple-clad youth had a stern expression, and the sword light shifted back and forth between creation and destruction, showing no sign of the alternation between the two extreme sword intents.

If both of them share the same goal of defeating the Heavenly Emperor, then there is room for them to cooperate.

Not only in the Hidden Dragon Realm, but also in the even more important Earthly Immortal Realm.

Like Tian Jianzi, Buddha is one of the very few potential allies qualified to oppose the Heavenly Emperor.

"Yes, you are my goal. If we become one, there will be no more troubles... I will bear the consequences of your karma and suffer the tribulations on your behalf. This body will experience the great power of Mahayana Buddhism on my behalf and follow in His footsteps!"

The demonic Buddha appeared insane, and the three thousand Buddhas once again raised their palms, covering the sky and the sun, displaying their supreme authority.

He did not deny the Buddha's identity, and when faced with the appearance of the goal he had been waiting for for many years, he couldn't help but say a few more words.

"Oh no, they've come about the Heavenly Emperor, but their path seems different from mine!"

The purple-clad youth had a bad feeling. He never expected that this person, who seemed to be the Buddha in disguise, had been hiding in the Hidden Dragon Realm for so many tens of thousands of years, just to wait for him.

They also wish to experience the true immortality of Mahayana Buddhism and enter a realm beyond the Integration stage.

In that case, there's no possibility of negotiation.

When matters involve morality, they become irreconcilable enemies, with hatred as deep as the sea.

"But if you want to take my life and use me as a weapon, you'll have to see if you're capable enough!"

The Yuan Ying Sword, a divine weapon of time, broke free and was tightly grasped in the hand of the purple-clad youth.

We are all incarnations, none of us are more noble than the others, so what about the Buddha?

Before descending to the mortal realm, this flying sword had already been concealed, containing the six Azure Emperor Longevity Swords, ready to be activated at any time.

It was his greatest reliance when he sacrificed his cultivation and descended to the mortal realm.

I thought it was just for deterrence, but I never expected that when it was actually used, it wasn't used on those ancient demons and saints, but against the legendary Buddha.

(End of this chapter)