Da Qin: Become stronger and immortal by picking up attributes from the battlefield

Sha Wujing nodded in agreement, gripping his demon-subduing staff tightly, his expression solemn, and stood protectively beside Xuanzang.

Only Sun Wukong, with his fiery eyes, swept over it, chuckled coldly, and paid it no heed.

Xuanzang remained calm, simply gazing up at the sacred mountain shrouded in dark clouds, without uttering a word.

Not long after.

A beam of Buddha's light descended from the mountaintop, transforming into a Buddha in a kasaya robe.

The Buddha forced a smile and put his palms together in front of Xuanzang and his disciples: "This humble monk has come to welcome the holy monk from the East, by the decree of the Buddha Tathagata."

"Thank you for your trouble," Xuanzang replied casually.

Xuanzang was naturally very familiar with this sacred mountain, after all, he had long since awakened his memories of his past life.

only.

Things are wrong.

He was no longer Jin Chanzi, but Xuanzang of the Qin Dynasty.

The Buddha of Amitabha led the way, with the four disciples following closely behind, as they ascended the stone steps leading to the summit of Mount Ling.

The atmosphere was extremely eerie throughout the journey.

On both sides of the mountain path, there should have been Bodhi Arhats and Dharma protectors.

But now, they are Buddhist soldiers with fierce expressions and weapons in their hands. Their eyes do not seem to be welcoming the holy monk, but rather looking at four prisoners who are about to be sent to the execution ground.

Pigsy and Sandy grew increasingly apprehensive as they walked, their palms sweating profusely.

Sun Wukong, on the other hand, carried his golden cudgel on his shoulder, whistling, looking fearless.

Xuanzang maintained his calm and composed expression, walking steadily and powerfully step by step.

at last.

The magnificent, yet chillingly imposing, Great Thunderclap Temple appeared before them.

The moment they stepped through the palace gates.

hum!
Inside the hall, tens of thousands of eyes converged on it.

There was scrutiny, anger, and resentment.

More than anything, there was boundless killing intent!
An endless pressure, like a real tsunami, crashed head-on towards the four of them.

Under this pressure, Pigsy and Sandy's faces turned deathly pale, and their legs went weak.

Sun Wukong shuddered, and his unruly demonic aura surged into the sky, pushing back the pressure.

Only Xuanzang, faced with that overwhelming pressure, did not even flinch.

He simply raised his head calmly, his gaze passing over the layers of Buddhas and Bodhisattvas, and landing directly on the figure atop the highest nine-tiered lotus platform.

Many Treasures Tathagata.

The moment their eyes met, a deathly silence fell over the Great Thunderclap Temple.

The air seemed to freeze, leaving only a silent standoff.

Pigsy and Sandy were already terrified by such a display of force. If it weren't for Sun Wukong standing in front, they probably would have collapsed to the ground on the spot.

at last.

On the main seat, Tathagata Many Treasures slowly spoke, breaking the suffocating silence. His voice was grand and solemn, resounding throughout the entire hall, as if containing the supreme Buddhist principles: "Golden Cicada, you have gone through eighty-one tribulations, spent ninety-nine years, and traveled one hundred and eight thousand miles. Today, you have finally arrived at Mount Sumeru, and your merits are complete."

"Once you retrieve the true scriptures of my Buddhist school and return to the East to save all sentient beings, this great calamity will be completely ended, and you will be able to attain the Buddhahood and achieve supreme enlightenment."

As soon as he opened his mouth, he immediately defined the nature of the matter, attempting to pull everything back onto the predetermined track that he desired.

He wanted to tell Xuanzang that he was Jin Chanzi.

Your mission is to obtain the scriptures and spread them eastward.

This is destiny, and it is also your fate.

This was also the Buddha's last struggle.

however.

Xuanzang's expression remained unchanged after hearing this.

He simply looked calmly at Tathagata Prabhutaratna and slowly shook his head: "Buddha, you are wrong."

In an instant, the hall erupted in uproar, and countless angry gazes were fixed on Xuanzang.

wrong?

How dare he say that Buddha was wrong?

"presumptuous!"

"You audacious wicked monk, how dare you disrespect my Buddha!"

"How dare a mere mortal speak ill of the Buddha!"

Shouts and reprimands rose and fell.

Only Guanyin Bodhisattva on the lotus platform remained with her head bowed and eyes lowered, her vase in her hand motionless, as if everything in the outside world had nothing to do with her.

After all, she had already secretly submitted to the Qin Dynasty.

Xuanzang ignored the angry shouts around him, his gaze fixed on the Buddha, and said calmly, "This humble monk has not come here to obtain scriptures."

"Instead... it's about spreading the word."

boom!
Upon hearing this, all the Buddhas and Bodhisattvas present were enraged.

Not to seek scriptures, but to spread the Way?

What message are we preaching?

Does he think that he can bring his so-called "Great Qin Buddhism" to our Buddhist holy land by himself?
absurd!

Madness!

A Buddha with a fiery temper could no longer contain himself: "Jin Chanzi! You have fallen into the demonic path, beyond redemption!"

He suddenly stood up, his body radiating golden light, and the oppressive aura of a Great Luo Golden Immortal erupted, ready to suppress Xuanzang on the spot.

Tathagata raised his hand to stop the enraged Buddha, and at the same time signaled everyone to be quiet. He stared at Xuanzang and said, "Jin Chanzi, it seems that this hundred-year cycle of reincarnation has made you forget your identity."

"This journey to the west is ordained by the will of Heaven and the decree of the sages. How dare you, a mere mortal monk, distort the truth and spout nonsense here!"

Upon hearing this, Xuanzang chuckled softly: "My identity? I am merely an ordinary monk from the Great Qin of the East. I have come to the West to spread the Dharma and impart the teachings in order to seek justice for all beings."

As soon as this statement came out, everyone in the audience was shocked.

The Buddha was so angry that he trembled all over, and the lotus platform beneath him began to shake violently.

Ignoring the Buddha's murderous glare, Xuanzang continued, "On my journey westward, I have seen forests of bones and rivers of blood. I have witnessed demons running rampant, feeding on humans."

“Seeing the foolishness of believers, who sell their children just to worship a clay statue with gold.

"It is clear that the Western teachings and the teachings of Buddhism are not suitable for the masses. Let us switch to the Buddhism of our Great Qin."

Finally, the Buddha of Many Treasures could no longer contain himself. He slammed his hand on the armrest of his lotus throne and shouted angrily, "Nonsense! Xuanzang! Stop spreading your heretical teachings! Don't think that just because you have the backing of the Qin court, you can run wild in the Western Buddhist community!"

Xuanzang ignored the Buddha's words and turned to Sun Wukong, saying, "Wukong, bring out the true scriptures of my Great Qin."

"Okay, Master!"

Sun Wukong had been waiting impatiently for a long time. Upon hearing this, he let out a strange cry and pulled out a jade scroll that shimmered with purple-gold light directly from his ear.

As Sun Wukong tossed it into the air, the scroll expanded in the wind, instantly transforming into a gigantic scroll that blotted out the sky, slowly unfurling above the entire Great Thunderclap Temple.

hum!
The moment the scroll was unfurled, an aura completely different from the compassionate spirit of Buddhism erupted.

The scroll depicts no Buddhas or Bodhisattvas, nor any Sanskrit chants.

Yes, they are magnificent and epic paintings.

Our ancestors drilled wood to make fire, igniting the first spark of civilization in the darkness.

Shennong tasted hundreds of herbs, pioneering the medical field for the benefit of all people.

Yu the Great dredged the floods, passing his home three times without entering, thus pacifying the nine provinces and establishing the foundation of humanity.

The First Emperor swept across the land, standardized cart tracks and writing, built the Great Wall, suppressed the fate of the nation, and established an everlasting peace for the human race!
Furthermore, the elite soldiers of Qin fought in all directions, expanding the territory.

...These texts contain neither profound Buddhist principles nor mysterious Taoist rhetoric.

Some things simply tell people that one's destiny should be in one's own hands, rather than being entrusted to illusory gods and Buddhas.

Tell the world that all people are born equal and there should be no distinction between high and low, noble and base.

Tell the world that a person should have an unyielding backbone, not worship heaven and earth, not respect ghosts and gods, but only believe in themselves!
This is the "Buddhism" of the Great Qin Dynasty!
This is the true essence of humanity!
Boom!

At that very moment, the already crumbling Buddhist fortune above Xiniu Hezhou let out a mournful cry of unbearable burden and began to tremble violently.

Visible cracks spread wildly across the invisible golden clouds of Buddhist fortune.

Having lost the suppression of the Twelve-Petaled Golden Lotus of Merit and being impacted by the Human Path True Scripture, which directly points to the origin, the fortune of Buddhism has reached the brink of collapse.

Inside the Great Thunder Temple.

Countless Buddhas and Bodhisattvas, upon sensing the decline of that fortune, were all shaken to their core, feeling a tightness in their chests and their Buddhist power unable to circulate smoothly.

Those Arhats and Buddhist soldiers with weaker cultivation levels spat out a mouthful of golden Buddhist blood on the spot, their faces turning deathly pale.

"Sorcery! This is sorcery that bewitches people's minds!"

"Kill him! Kill this evil monk!"

"If this villain is not eliminated, our Buddhist community will be in grave danger!"

Countless Buddhas, whose minds had been corrupted by the calamity, could no longer remain calm.

Their eyes were bloodshot, their killing intent boiling, and their bodies were filled with surging Buddhist light, which transformed into golden killing powers, ready to tear Xuanzang and his disciples, along with the scroll of humanity, into pieces.

The entire Great Thunderclap Temple was instantly engulfed by violent energy.

"Noisy!"

Sun Wukong roared angrily and slammed his golden cudgel down.

A powerful demonic aura surged into the sky, forcefully pushing back the overwhelming supernatural powers.

His sharp eyes swept across the crowd, his glint of ferocity flashing. "Anyone who isn't afraid of death, dare to touch a single hair on my master's head!"

Pigsy and Sandy also drew their weapons and stood in front of Xuanzang, looking tense but not retreating a single step.

"Stop it all!"

With a roar, the Tathagata of Many Treasures unleashed his overwhelming power, forcefully suppressing all the enraged Buddhas.

He stared intently at Xuanzang, his once dignified face now ashen.

He took a deep breath, suppressed the murderous intent surging within him, and made a final effort, "Xuanzang."

"I'll ask you one last time."

"Do you really intend to abandon Buddhism, align yourself with your so-called humanity, spread the Dharma for the Qin Court, and become an enemy of the orthodox tradition of the Three Realms?"

"Do you truly refuse my Buddhist investiture, to return to the position of Jin Chanzi, and to attain the supreme Buddhahood?"

Faced with the questioning, Xuanzang remained calm: "Buddha, this humble monk has already made it clear."

"Jin Chanzi is now a thing of the past, vanished like smoke."

"This humble monk is Xuanzang of the Great Qin Dynasty."

"This humble monk does not believe in the Buddha of Mount Ling, but in the Buddha of humanity. I have come here only to spread the true scriptures of humanity of my Great Qin, and have no other intentions."

The words fell.

The Tathagata of Many Treasures understood completely.

There's no hope left.

In this great calamity, Buddhism has lost.

They suffered a crushing defeat, a complete and utter loss.

He slowly closed his eyes.

When he opened his eyes again, there was no trace of compassion left, only boundless killing intent: "Well... well, the Great Qin Xuanzang..."

"Since you are determined to die, then I will grant your wish!"

Without further hesitation, Tathagata Prabhutaratna did not hesitate.

He suddenly raised his right hand.

The hand, the moment it was raised, swelled in the wind, transforming into a giant golden hand that covered the entire Great Thunderclap Temple.

Within the palm of his hand, the Pure Land of Buddha manifested, with countless Buddhas chanting. A terrifying pressure that suppressed all ages and obliterated everything descended with a thunderous roar.

He was determined to kill Xuanzang and his disciples on the spot, regardless of the consequences!

The power of the Buddhist kingdom in his palm distorted space and time, and imprisoned the laws of nature.

Before this palm strike, even a Great Luo Golden Immortal is nothing but an ant, and even an ordinary Quasi-Saint must temporarily avoid its edge.

"not good!"

Sun Wukong's expression changed drastically.

He could feel that under that terrifying pressure, even moving his body had become extremely difficult.

He poured all his magical power into the golden cudgel in his hand and the blue lotus banner on his body, preparing for a desperate fight.

Pigsy and Sandy were so overwhelmed by the oppressive force that their bones creaked and almost collapsed to their knees, their eyes filled with despair.

however.

Despite being at the very center of the oppressive aura, Xuanzang still stood tall with his back straight.

He simply looked calmly at the Buddhist world pressing down on him, his face showing no fear, but rather a faint hint of mockery, "Have you finally torn off your mask of compassion?"

"Enraged, he decided to kill to silence them."

"Is this the true face of your Buddhist sect?"

His voice was not loud, but it clearly reached the ears of every Buddha present.

Upon hearing this, Tathagata Duobao was even more enraged and increased the force of his grip: "You demonic monk! You dare to be so arrogant even when you're about to die!"

The giant golden hand descended rapidly, about to crush the four of them into dust.

It was at this critical moment.

A slightly teasing, nonchalant voice suddenly rang out from outside the Great Thunderclap Temple, clearly reaching everyone's ears: "Duobao, it's been many years, and your temper is still as bad as ever."

"To punish a mere mortal monk who is sent on a pilgrimage to the West to obtain Buddhist scriptures with such ruthlessness—aren't you afraid of being laughed at by all beings in the Three Realms?"

With the sound, the golden giant palm of the Tathagata Buddha, which had been pressing down, stopped in mid-air and could no longer advance an inch.

The Buddha of Many Treasures was greatly shaken. He suddenly looked up and stared at the outside of the hall, exclaiming, "Who is it!"

At the Great Thunderclap Temple, a tall, slender figure had been standing there quietly for some time now.

The newcomer was dressed in a black dragon-patterned casual robe, with long black hair, a handsome face, and an extraordinary temperament.

He simply stood there casually, yet he seemed to become the center of this world.

He did not release any pressure, but inside the hall, the dozens of quasi-saint ancient Buddhas and hundreds of great Luo Bodhisattvas all felt a tremor from the depths of their souls the moment they saw him.

It was as if they were facing not a person, but an unfathomable, chaotic universe.

Duobao Tathagata's pupils contracted: "Zhao Feng!"

How did he end up here!

How dare he come here!

This is the sacred Ling Mountain, the heartland of Buddhism!

Zhao Feng ignored the murderous look in Duobao Rulai's eyes.

He simply walked slowly into the hall, stood before Xuanzang and his disciples, and gently waved his hand at the giant golden hand that was still suspended in mid-air, unable to move.

call.

The Buddha-land in the palm of his hand, which contained the culmination of the Buddha's lifelong cultivation and was powerful enough to suppress a quasi-saint, was silently and inch by inch shattered and vanished into nothingness.

...(End of chapter)