In the heavens, people become emperors by being bad.

Chapter 603 [So, I am Amitabha Buddha]

Lin Xian once converted a group of Vatican monks and established the Western Religion on Earth, a branch of the Tianxuan lineage. Later, it merged with the Heavenly Court and transformed into the White Lotus Religion, honoring the Holy Son as the eldest brother and Hua Hua as the second brother, and was a manifestation of the future Buddha.

"Amitabha, Hallelujah, Patriarch above, this humble monk Huahua pays homage to all Buddhas and Bodhisattvas."

Hua Hua was in the prime of his youth. Although he had shaved his head and had scars on his face, he still had a somewhat otherworldly air about him, much like Jin Chanzi. However, unlike Jin Chanzi's taciturn nature, this Buddhist monk spoke eloquently and immediately tried to befriend the ancient Buddha Maha as soon as he entered the Great Thunder Temple.

“Ancient Buddha, you look so familiar… Ancient Buddha, how old are you? Your beard is all white, you must be thousands of years old.”

He spits and chatters, sometimes engaging with the Buddha, sometimes being rejected by Maha, and sometimes chatting with the Great Peacock King Bodhisattva. None of the Buddhas of Mount Sumeru can escape his harassment.

Even Jin Chanzi, who came with Shakyamuni, found Hua Hua a bit annoying, and his Buddhist heart almost wavered.

In the end, Hua Hua even went so far as to approach the Vajra Arhats, chatting with a blue-eyed Vajra and promoting her teachings with great enthusiasm, saying, "Fellow Daoist, do you know about the Heavenly Father and the Heavenly Brother..."

"Wang Defa!"

Cade was immediately stunned, tears streaming down his face, and exclaimed with immense excitement, "My God, I haven't heard this name in a hundred years... Wait, no, how come you're a monk?"

As the only foreigner among the nine dragons pulling the coffin, Cade was disliked by the major immortal sects of the Eastern Wilderness. By chance, he was taken away by a divine monk from Mount Sumeru. He thought that Cade had blond hair and blue eyes and looked very similar to the Victorious Fighting Buddha, the master of Mount Sumeru. Both of them were hairy and might be descendants of ancient alien species, so he shaved his head and ordained him.

A century has passed, and he has become a protector of Buddhism, cultivating supernatural powers to the point that he almost forgets he came from Earth and believes in God.

Now, when I see someone mention their former beliefs, I feel incredibly warm and touched.

However, there was a small problem. Looking at Hua Hua's bald head, with tears welling up in his eyes, Cade tentatively asked in English, "Do you believe in Buddha or God?"

"Look at what you're saying, aren't you a monk too?" Hua Hua pouted, then spoke to Cade in English: "If you don't want to stay on Mount Sumeru anymore, I'll help you with the paperwork as a fellow countryman. We're all from the same unit, so the unification of the three religions is no big deal. You'll have a seat in my White Lotus Sect too, and you can even start believing in God again without any problem."

"No, I no longer believe in any of that bullshit God." Upon hearing his native tongue, Cade became incredibly agitated and rambled incoherently, "I came here in a coffin, but God has abandoned me. I've always had a dream: to return to Earth and join Satan to fight against God!"

"Ahem... I understand English." Lin Xian, who was sitting cross-legged on the left side of the head seat, coughed lightly and looked at the two people in the corner, signaling them to stop.

Not only could he understand it, but the Buddha sitting on the right was also fluent in Earth languages; he had recently returned to Earth.

“Omega…” Cade looked at the bald heads of all sizes in the Great Thunder Temple and couldn’t help but swallow. He was so excited that he forgot he was in Mount Sumeru, the Buddhist stronghold.

For a Vajra protector to discuss the issue of apostasy in front of all Buddhas and Bodhisattvas, isn't that a bit too reckless?

"Wait a minute, you look kind of familiar..."

Cade looked at Lin Xian's face and narrowed his eyes. He seemed to have seen her somewhere before. Previously, as a Dharma Protector, he dared not stare directly at the Buddha, as it would be considered a great disrespect. But now, a hundred years of memories flooded his mind, and the more he looked, the more familiar she seemed. He couldn't help but exclaim, "It's you!"

Nine dragons pulled the coffin, carrying thirty people across the starry sky. Among them was a Taoist priest who claimed to be a cultivator from Longhu Mountain.

How did a Taoist cultivator end up sitting on the lotus platform of the Great Thunderclap Temple?!

This world is crazy; even mice are bridesmaids for cats.

Just as Cade was in chaos, Hua Hua delivered the final blow, stepped forward, bowed respectfully, and said, "This is the savior."

"Maitreya and Messiah are both people of the Mi generation, the Trinity, it is no exaggeration."

"As the saying goes: 'The Dharma is transmitted through the heart seal, and the Dao is continued through perfect enlightenment.' Our White Lotus Sect, through this generational system, will pass down a completely new lineage, honoring Master Lin as our ancestor and myself as our leader. This is a true unity of the three religions."

Cade: "Huh?!"

He had previously learned that Mount Sumeru had a new master, but he had not become a saint and was only an ordinary protector, so he did not pay his respects immediately.

Now the truth is clear: the savior has become a Buddha.

Cade was completely bewildered. What had he done? Had he entered the wrong temple and worshipped the right god?!
Did he betray us all these years, or not?

"quiet!"

The Great Thunderclap Temple was thriving because of Hua Hua, and the Great Peacock King Bodhisattva finally couldn't stand it anymore and scolded, "Buddhist disciples should have the dignity of three thousand, what kind of behavior is this? The Four Heavenly Kings should take him away."

The Four Heavenly Kings exchanged a glance, not daring to lay a hand on Hua Hua, and could only turn around and drag Kai De away like a dead dog.

In an instant, the Great Thunderclap Temple fell silent. Even Hua Hua became more reserved. Jin Chanzi spoke slowly on behalf of Shakyamuni, "Now that all the Buddhas and Bodhisattvas have seen Junior Brother Hua Hua, do they acknowledge him as a reincarnated being?"

"To be the new World Honored One of our Buddhist sect."

The Vajra Arhats below suddenly realized that it was because the Buddhas and Bodhisattvas wanted to see Hua Hua that they had endured this harassment. When Hua Hua went to chat with the Dharma Protector Vajra, the Peacock King could no longer hold back.

"I am who I am, not some World Honored One," Hua Hua muttered, which displeased the Buddhas.

There may be three thousand Buddhas, but there can only be one Buddha, or rather, one World Honored One of Buddhism, or one Master of Mount Sumeru.

Although the three Buddhas coexist in reality, all Buddhas feel in their hearts that it is better to have only Amitabha Buddha.

"You are a fruit of my Buddhist path, and this has already been proven!"

The ancient Buddha Maha said in a deep voice, "Belief or disbelief is just a matter of a single thought."

“Maha…cough cough…I’m not dead yet.” Lin Xian, dressed in a white kasaya, took the handkerchief from the dragon girl, coughed up a few mouthfuls of golden blood, his face pale and sickly, and said, “Once my Dao injury flares up, you will be in charge of Mount Sumeru again.”

"This old monk dares not." Maha Buddha took a deep breath, bowed, and said, "The presence of several Quasi-Emperors is a blessing for Mount Sumeru and for Buddhism."

“The past transmits to the present, and the present transmits to the future. This child is, in a sense, part of my lineage. We parted ways with Mount Sumeru back then, so why must we reunite now?” Shakyamuni spoke slowly, exuding an imperial aura that drew the attention of all the Buddhas.

When Mount Sumeru expelled Shakyamuni from the Buddhist order, the Vajra pestle, though not moved, was poised to strike, making for a very unpleasant scene.

Although both Mount Ling and Mount Sumeru are sacred Buddhist sites, their relationship is very strained.

If it weren't for Lin Xian's invitation and the Victorious Fighting Buddha acting as an intermediary, Shakyamuni would most likely never have set foot on this sacred mountain in his life.

"Of the three thousand Buddhist teachings, there are always similarities," the Peacock King stubbornly stated. Even now, she still supports the Amitabha Buddha as the sole supreme being, and his reincarnation through the cycle of rebirth.

"No matter how different the three thousand Buddhist teachings may be, in the final analysis, they all boil down to the two words 'compassion'." The Victorious Fighting Buddha said, "It is to save sentient beings and attain enlightenment, not to save sentient beings in order to attain enlightenment. That would be putting the cart before the horse."

Several quasi-emperors of Buddhism were debating, and even a supreme sage like the ancient Buddha Maha couldn't get a word in edgewise, as the disagreements touched upon the most fundamental doctrines of Buddhism. "Please convene an unobstructed assembly, and invite the relics of the Tathagata!"

Maha Buddha bowed deeply, knowing that he could not change the will of the quasi-emperors and could only use his ultimate trump card.

In fact, the three quasi-emperors came to Mount Sumeru for the sake of the relics, in order to sever all karmic ties.

"Excellent, excellent, the past is over, there is no need to worry about the consequences."

Shakyamuni chanted the Buddha's name and ordered Jin Chanzi to bring a treasure box containing many Buddha bones, which were the products of his Nirvana.

Of course, the most precious skull is in Hua Hua's hands, symbolizing the transmission of Shakyamuni Buddha's nature, which is also one of the reasons why Mount Sumeru believes that he is the reincarnation of Amitabha Buddha.

"Everyone has Buddha-nature, and everyone can become a Buddha."

Hua Hua took the treasure box and, together with the Buddha's skull, pieced together a golden body. Suddenly, his aura grew even more magnificent, his eyes bursting with golden light that pierced the nine heavens and shook Mount Sumeru. He exclaimed, "I feel Amitabha Buddha reviving within me..."

The Buddhas were shaken. Even the Victorious Fighting Buddha descended from his lotus throne, holding a stone figure in his hands. He circled around the flower several times, observing the Buddha-nature within it.

The relics are merely crystallized remains of the emperor and cannot be considered products of Amitabha Buddha's resurrection. As a great emperor who studied faith, his methods of longevity and resurrection must have been related to the power of thought.

Extracting the true consciousness of the Buddha from the minds of all beings, accumulating it little by little, and finally forming the fruit of Nirvana.

The path to enlightenment split into three parts. One of them became Shakyamuni, who later used the fire of karma to forge his golden body, tempering his Buddha-nature, which was then forced out of his body to form the golden body of the Tathagata.

Whoever possesses the golden body of the Tathagata is the reincarnation of the Amitabha Buddha Emperor.

Another group, unrestrained and free, could be anyone in the Buddhist community, but ultimately chose Lin Xian.

The last part, inside the stone Buddha on the ancient star Amitabha, is like the sacred stone embryo of the Feathered Emperor, which has now been taken by the Victorious Fighting Buddha.

The Trinity could very well mean the return of Amitabha Buddha.

"Namo Amitabha!!!"

A Buddhist chant resounded throughout heaven and earth, and the entire Western Land was filled with great Buddhist light. In particular, Mount Sumeru was radiant with myriad rays of light, and the Great Dao was majestic, suppressing the human world.

The Great Thunder Temple resounded with chanting, as if it had come alive. All the Buddhas and Bodhisattvas chanted scriptures together, bestowing blessings. Hundreds of millions of beings worshipped, auspicious energy rose, and rays of light shone everywhere. Boundless faith surged like the ocean, seemingly about to give birth to a brand new life.

Surrounded by the Buddhas, Hua Hua opened her eyes in confusion and murmured, "Amitabha Buddha did not interfere with me, but left behind some scriptures and departed. Why is that?"

"The Buddha was compassionate; he did not kill a single person during his lifetime, let alone after his death."

A sigh suddenly echoed in the void, followed by the man's murmured words: "If I don't go to hell, who will? I've finally broken through this barrier of self-attachment. Heh heh, all is emptiness..."

The relic shone brightly, like a carefully carved gemstone, causing the imperial weapon, the Vajra Pestle, to respond and activate the Mount Sumeru Imperial Array.

"Imperial Weapon, Imperial Heart, Imperial Formation... Similar to the Azure Emperor, only lacking a formation?"

Lin Xian pondered to himself, wondering if there was any way to replicate it and let the Azure Emperor also have some effect.

"Who's speaking?!"

Several high-ranking members of the Buddhist community knew of the existence of the Divine Self, but the other monks did not. They were both excited and terrified as they looked towards the Bodhi tree outside the Great Thunderclap Temple, where a monk had appeared!
It was an old monk in gray robes, shrouded in a chaotic mist, his features indistinct, but upon closer inspection, he resembled the Amitabha Buddha statue enshrined in the temple.

"Meet the Buddha!"

Someone shouted, and the monks bowed and prostrated themselves like waves of wheat swaying in the wind.

"Buddhas have no ancestors."

The gray-robed old monk spoke calmly, his face filled with compassion. The terrifying aura he exuded was far beyond what an imperial weapon could compare to; it was the true power of an emperor.

The Buddha's relics are united with the seed of mindfulness, and the Buddha received the secret teachings of the Emperor—Amitabha!
The old monk in grey robes left his footprints step by step as he walked from under the Bodhi tree toward the Great Thunderclap Temple. His figure gradually grew larger and radiant.

All the Buddhas bowed and made way for them.

After blessing Hua Hua with his blessing and predicting his future Buddhahood, the gray-robed old monk sat cross-legged on a lotus platform, his appearance solemn, and looked at Shakyamuni, saying: "You have severed the cause and effect, and should be the Buddha of the present!"

"Excellent, excellent." Shakyamuni slowly breathed a sigh of relief, feeling as if the shackles in the darkness had been broken, and he could attain enlightenment within a thousand years.

"You are the future Buddha." The gray-robed old monk looked at Lin Xiandao.

No one was surprised by this result. The future Buddha was always Lin Xian. Then, the gray-robed old monk who had been sitting on the lotus platform stepped down again, looked around, and pointed at the Victorious Fighting Buddha, saying, "You shall be the past Buddha!"

These words were earth-shattering. Even the Victorious Fighting Buddha hadn't expected that he could become a Buddha again after resigning from his position as abbot of the Great Thunderclap Temple.

The passing of Amitabha Buddha symbolizes the imperishable past, and his divine self, as the Buddha of the past, is the most appropriate representation.

"If I am the past, what position should Buddha hold?" the Victorious Fighting Buddha asked with a complicated expression. He had already planned to return to secular life and live in seclusion with the Divine Silkworm Princess. Now, giving him such a heavy responsibility would be a burden.

"Excellent, excellent! This old monk's Western Pure Land of Ultimate Bliss, Namo Amitabha Buddha!"

The gray-robed old monk clasped his hands together, smiled slightly, and merged with Mount Sumeru. His Emperor-level aura continued to grow stronger, and his vast blood energy spread out, covering the heavens and the earth. It was clearly the peak power of an Emperor in his golden years!
"So, I am Amitabha Buddha!" ​​Amitabha Buddha's voice became more and more firm. Shakyamuni's golden body and bones, Lin Xian's golden blood, and Hua Hua's golden Buddha nature all turned into a stream of light and merged into his body.

Finally, under the worship of billions of beings in the Western Desert and the blessing of countless Buddhist temples throughout the heavens and myriad realms, a Buddha, hundreds of millions of feet tall, radiant and flowing with golden light, descended upon the world!
"This aura... an ancient emperor?! How is this possible?!"

The myriad races of the Northern Region trembled in fear. No matter who they were, even a Great Sage, they could only kowtow before such majesty.

A truly flawless emperor, a truly perfect being, finally appeared in the world after the Azure Emperor's passing!
"Someone has attained enlightenment!"

"Has the Azure Emperor regained control of the Heavenly Heart Seal?"

"No, this aura is so familiar... It... It is the Amitabha Buddha Emperor!"

"Amitabha Buddha, he didn't die?!"

Arriving from the Western Desert and reigning over the Eastern Wilderness, the seven forbidden zones of life sensed this, and many supreme beings who had severed their own lives suddenly opened their eyes, as if a pot had been boiled over.

(End of this chapter)