Weird Cultivation: I am the Yellow-skinned Taoist Master

"A stepfather is never as good as a biological father!"

"That yellow-skinned dad has gone too far!"

"Exactly! If it were our own father, he would have beaten us to death long ago!"

"What? Big brother did such a thing? Then stepfather is better. I forgive him."

Golden Horn and Silver Horn were given a severe beating.

Originally, the brass oil lamp and the fox mountain god might not have been able to subdue the two brothers.

Not to mention that they have truly achieved tremendous good fortune.

Just considering their stubborn recklessness and their suicidal drive, how many beings below the level of immortals could rival them in a contest of strength, given their willingness to risk their lives?

Fortunately, Chen Huangpi intervened to help.

The two brothers were beaten black and blue, their mouths crooked and their eyes slanted, and they were finally less arrogant.

The brass oil lamp snarled, "You two worthless bastards, each more capable than the other in action, but each less intelligent than the other, and your mouths are even more unreliable. I won't be satisfied until I give you a good beating."

The fox mountain god sneered, "Gold Horn and Silver Horn, don't be unconvinced. Although you two are not what you used to be, you still can't even fly. Your weakness is too great."

"If I were a little stronger, I would fly into the sky and unleash magic on you two from a distance. As the saying goes, high-level attacks are for beating low-level opponents, and for beating idiots. What can you two do to me?"

What it said was spot on.

Although the Golden Horn and Silver Horn are powerful now, their inability to fly is a fatal flaw.

No matter how fast you run, it's useless if you only have four legs.

Upon hearing this, Jinjiao lowered his head in dejection.

Silver Horn flew into a rage upon hearing this: "Did you hear that, Golden Horn? It's all your fault! You secretly ate so many evil things behind my back, and now you're so full you can't even fly! You've completely disgraced the Son of Di Ting!"

"Second brother, did you eat dirt and ruin your brain?"

Golden Horn scoffed, "Look at the state we're in now. Who would guess we're the sons of Di Ting? People who don't know better would think we're just a bunch of idiots."

Silver Horn asked blankly, "What does 'skewer' mean?"

Jin Jiao said, "Chuan means mixed, and mixed means chuan, which means hybrid."

"what?"

Silver Horn was stunned. It was the son of the Di Ting, with noble blood, but now it had become a bastard.

Wouldn't that make you look inferior to everyone else?

"Alright, alright."

Chen Huangpi shook his head helplessly and said, "You two have lived for countless millennia, yet you act like three-year-olds. From now on, you two will follow me and not talk nonsense, understand?"

"understood."

"Understood, Yellow-skinned Dad."

Golden Horn and Silver Horn were actually a little resentful.

Although they have indeed lived for hundreds of thousands of years, according to the age of the Yellow Springs Yin Soil, they are actually only three years old. However, they are just not very bright, not really stupid.

If you keep being stubborn now that things have come to this, you'll just be wasting your time getting beaten up.

Besides, having a father is better than not having one. Whether it's a stepfather or a biological father, this is still a father with yellow skin.

Chen Huangpi said, "By the way, Yi Qingzhou said that you gnawed on the bark of the Jianmu tree and could find your way by smell. Is that true?"

"it is true."

Golden Horn nodded: "But I can't smell it anymore, only Silver Horn can."

Silver Horn said proudly, "I will never forget the taste of the food I have eaten. As long as I have my feet on the ground, I can find it anywhere."

The reason why Golden Horn cannot be found is because it has consumed too many evil things and has been transformed into an evil body.

Although Silver Horn became an anomaly, it was still essentially the son of Di Ting.

The only drawback is that the Golden Horn is dragged back, becoming a string of pieces.

The thought of being looked at with strange eyes in the future is daunting.

Silver Horn hates Gold Horn intensely.

“Yellow-skinned father, I’ll help you find Jianmu. When the time comes, you can separate me from this hindrance. I don’t want to be a bastard with it.”

"Silver Horn, what do you mean?"

"What do you mean? Of course, it means I'm expelling you from the Listening Household!"

Silver Horn sneered, "I won't curse you if you call me Silver Horn now, but if you still call me Silver Horn after we part ways, I'll have to break off all ties with you!"

Golden Horn's eyes widened: "Don't forget, I'm the one who brought you out."

"You're the one who turned me into a bastard!"

Two heads, glaring at each other.

Seeing him grinning and grimacing, it's like his left and right brains are fighting each other.

Chen Huangpi quickly restrained the two brothers and said sternly, "Stop talking nonsense and help me find out where the Jianmu tree is. I will set off to find it as soon as I return from the Buddhist Kingdom in the Western Regions."

Without the Jianmu tree, they went to the Great Qian Immortal Dynasty.

The Six Yang Gods will never be able to emerge.

It would be too ridiculous if this flawless Dao Lord were to get stuck at this step.

Silver Horn snorted coldly at Golden Horn, braced himself on all fours, raised his single horn to the sky, and began to twitch his nose incessantly.

Actually, its so-called "smell" comes from this single horn.

Rather than just the nose.

Silvery ripples spread across the unicorn like waves on water.

Silver Horn also reminisced about the taste of Jianmu tree bark.

It's vibrant and juicy, but it has a strange taste when you put it in your mouth, as if it were a living thing.

It took it several thousand years to completely digest the bark of the Jianmu tree.

In other words, the son of Di Ting is extraordinary.

If it were someone else, they wouldn't be able to digest it even in ten thousand years; what goes in is what comes out.

"Hey, there's one to the west."

Silver Horn tilted its head and pointed to the west. It could indeed sense the presence of the Jianmu tree in the west, or rather, in the Western Buddhist Kingdom.

The brass oil lamp exclaimed in astonishment, "To the west, isn't that the Western Regions Buddhist Kingdom? There's a Jianmu tree over there?"

"Something's strange. Let me smell it again."

Silver Horn shook his head and continued searching for the aura of the Jianmu tree.

In fact, it also sensed the presence of Jianmu in other places, but they were too far from the human world, as if they were in another world.

The closest one is the Buddhist kingdom in the Western Regions.

Chen Huangpi felt that although it was somewhat unexpected, it was also reasonable.

After all, the Buddhist kingdom in the Western Regions is indeed strange.

Their apparent combat strength is probably on par with that of Da Kang.

However, the Buddhist kingdom in the Western Regions has a hidden Three-Bodied Buddha and a being who has lived for two eras.

If you really want to say where there are branches of the Jianmu tree.

It is highly likely that it was a Buddhist kingdom in the Western Regions.

I just didn't expect it to be such a coincidence that everything happened at the same time.

Silver Horn sniffed for a long time, then suddenly roared angrily at Golden Horn, "Big Brother, it's all your fault for turning me into a string of bones! I could clearly smell it, it's in the Western Buddhist Kingdom, but it just kept coming back intermittently!"

Golden Horn scoffed, "Spiritual spiking is mutual. I spik you and you spik me. If your nose isn't sensitive anymore, does that mean mine is? I even sensed that Yellow Skin Father was ruling as Buddha in the Western Buddhist Kingdom before."

Chen Huangpi frowned and said, "Silver Horn, don't worry. If we get closer to that place, you should be able to smell it more clearly."

He wasn't afraid of intermittent service.

Anyway, having a general location is enough. Although the Western Regions Buddhist Kingdom is mysterious, its strength is not to be underestimated. With the appearance of the Six Yin Gods, the lifting of the coffin, and the wearing of the mask of the Taixu God, the Three Bodies of Buddha are not to be taken seriously.

At worst, we can turn the Buddhist kingdoms of the Western Regions upside down.

As for the matter of himself being in the Buddhist kingdom of the Western Regions...

It seems that Golden Horn's senses are indeed no longer accurate.

The brass oil lamp joked, "It's not just that it doesn't work, Chen Huangpi hates bald monks the most. How could he possibly go to the Buddhist kingdom in the Western Regions to become a bald monk? Besides, he can't shave his head off!"

Previously, when that evil Buddha tried to convert Chen Huangpi and remove all his three thousand afflictions, he failed.

Even the Buddha's position has now been taken by the shadow of Yama.

It's hiding in Chen Huangpi's shadow.

It will manifest itself as soon as night falls.

Chen Huangpi didn't want to waste any more time, so he said, "Let's go and take a look at that Western Buddhist Kingdom. I want to see what kind of organization this Western Buddhist Kingdom is."

"This time we'll sneak in."

"Don't cause trouble."

……

The sun and moon revolve, and time flies by like a white horse galloping past a crack in the wall.

A day has passed since Chen Huangpi left the western part of the Ten Thousand Mountains, taking Golden Horn and Silver Horn to the Buddhist Kingdom in the Western Regions.

On the homeland of Da Kang.

The extravagance and prosperity that once characterized this place are long gone.

After the mudslide receded, the cities were destroyed one by one, leaving only ruins.

Birds and beasts have ceased to exist.

Evil spirits and monsters would never go to such a place.

But today, an uninvited guest has arrived.

It was a severed hand.

The wrist was severed, and the cut was so smooth it was like a mirror, revealing the bone, flesh, and veins.

What's even weirder is.

This severed hand seemed to have a sense of self, with its palm supporting its weight and its five fingers swaying in the wind, as if it were searching for or sensing something.

This is the severed hand of Emperor Donghua, one of the Five Emperors of the Immortal Realm.

He had already died and his path had collapsed.

My soul, my ego, and my true self have all collapsed.

Only a shell remains.

But even that physical body was almost entirely occupied by the Taixu Divine Nails, leaving only the severed hand barely clinging to life.

The body of the Eastern Emperor has been trying to find itself.

He was awakened after Chen Huangpi passed by in afar.

This severed hand traveled across mountains and seas, killing countless evil beings along the way, and even entered a small world where it devoured the immortals hiding inside.

But that immortal had long since transformed into an evil being.

Even if they were still alive, it would be impossible for them to come into contact with Emperor Donghua, who was almost a Dao-like being.

Therefore, the severed hand of the Eastern Emperor still did not know who it was.

All I know is the name "This Venerable One".

He used his self-designation as a temporary name.

A crack appeared in the palm of the severed hand.

"I must find that person. He has the Yellow Springs Yin Soil beneath his feet. The Yellow Springs Yin Soil, the Yin Emperor, his memories will surely yield something for me."

With a low roar, the severed hand of the Eastern Emperor charged towards the Ten Thousand Mountains, using its fingers as feet and following the scent of dried tangerine peel.

It could sense that Chen Huangpi had gone to that place.

Half a day later, it arrived at its destination.

"The Ten Thousand Mountains, the place where the sun rises first and the moon sets last."

The severed hand cried out madly, "He is indeed different. Anything related to him will remind me of something. The flow of time in this place is different from that in the Immortal Realm."

"Wait, where is the Immortal Realm?"

"Perhaps I should go into these Hundred Thousand Mountains and take a look, but why do I feel an inexplicable fear every time this thought comes to mind?"

What's in these 100,000 mountains?

The severed hand hesitated; it really wanted to enter the Ten Thousand Mountains.

His instincts told him that once inside, he would remember many things.

But his instincts were also reminding him.

Within those Hundred Thousand Mountains, there exists an extremely terrifying being.

In the end, he gave up the idea of ​​entering the Ten Thousand Mountains.

He followed the scent of dried tangerine peel and began to circle the entire Ten Thousand Mountains.

He even subconsciously slowed down.

It seemed that even though he feared the being within, he still held an inexplicable respect for it.

What's in the Ten Thousand Mountains?

"Why does the deity both fear and respect Him?"

"If I were His enemy, shouldn't I treat Him as if I were facing a mortal foe? Why am I showing him such respect? Could it be that I am not His enemy?"

The severed hand of the Eastern Emperor is incomprehensible and unfathomable.

Ironically, he found himself caught in a dilemma: wanting to enter the Ten Thousand Mountains, yet not daring to.

That inner turmoil caused him immense pain.

After a long time.

The severed hand suddenly uttered a sentence: "It's all the fault of those treacherous dogs from the Heavenly Intercepting Cult!"

But after saying that...

He crashed again.

Because he didn't know why he suddenly got so angry while thinking about it that he started cursing the Jietian Sect.

The key issue is that we still don't know who the villains from the Intercepting Heaven Sect are.

……

And the other side.

Chen Huangpi had already stepped into the territory of the Buddhist kingdom in the Western Regions.

"I am disappointed."

"I am also very disappointed."

"Yellow-skinned dad, we're disappointed too!"

Chen Huangpi, dressed in a Taoist robe with a brass oil lamp hanging from his waist, led the Golden Horn and Silver Horn dogs, which had transformed into ordinary fierce dogs, and angrily looked at everything around him.

The houses were small and cramped, made of mud bricks mixed with straw.

The streets were filled with pedestrians dressed in rags and with curly hair.

These people carried vegetable baskets and jars on their heads and hawked their wares along the street.

I didn't see a single person wearing gold or jade.

The promised land of plenty, where gold is everywhere, milk flows in the rivers, and rice plants grow taller than a person, simply doesn't exist.

Only poverty...

There was also cow dung and human excrement everywhere.

The brass oil lamp angrily said, "I thought I was pretty good at bragging, but I didn't expect that the bald monks in the Western Buddhist Kingdom could brag even more than me. What kind of godforsaken place is this?"

As for the Golden Horn and Silver Horn, their current forms are quite strange.

Two heads merged into one.

Gold on the left, silver on the right.

The two horns were barely visible, and each had an eye open, as it explored its surroundings.

"Why do the people of this Buddhist kingdom in the Western Regions look so strange? It's one thing that their hair is curly, but why are their eye colors different? Could they be mixed races?"

"Where are those bald monks? Where have they all gone? I'm going to kill them!"

Golden Horn could be said to hate the monks of the Buddhist kingdoms of the Western Regions the most.

It had been dealt with when it was at its weakest before. If Chen Huangpi hadn't found it, it would have been taken to the Western Buddhist Kingdom by those bald monks.

The thought that I almost ended up in this godforsaken place is unbearable.

Jinjiao was furious.

And just then.

The bustling crowd suddenly quieted down.

Immediately afterwards, a chanting sound rang out, and the air was filled with the fragrance of flowers.

"The Five Paths Bodhisattva has arrived!"

"Thus have I heard, thus is my Dharma. I bow to the Bodhisattva of the Five Supernatural Powers!"

A young novice monk, about seven or eight years old, waved a precept banner from side to side, his innocent face filled with fervor.

Then look to the left and right.

Swish swish swish!!!

The crowd knelt down in unison.

When the so-called Dharma carriage arrived, and the Bodhisattva statue sitting cross-legged in the huge Buddhist shrine was surrounded by hundreds of monks, it is unknown who started it first.

Everyone shouted enthusiastically, "Welcome to the Five Paths Bodhisattva! Pay homage to the Dharma carriage of the Five Paths Bodhisattva!"

Those voices came from thousands of mouths, yet they were perfectly synchronized.

It was as if they had rehearsed countless times.

It gives people an indescribable sense of awkwardness.

Some were so moved that they burst into tears, crawled on their knees, and shouted in a frenzied manner, "Bodhisattva Wutong, you are so compassionate, please save the believers from the sea of ​​suffering!"

As he spoke, the man trembled as he pulled a mud ball from his clothes, which barely covered his body.

Break the mud ball open, and inside are grains of gold.

The leading monk was a middle-aged man wearing a hat that looked like a trumpet. He had a compassionate face and walked up to the man, waving his hand.

A magical force suddenly lifted the person up.

"Master Ditong!!!"

The man said excitedly, "I am praying to the Bodhisattva for salvation, and I beg the Bodhisattva to take me away from this sea of ​​suffering."

Zen Master Naditong sighed, “All sentient beings suffer. The Bodhisattva said that all those who believe in the Buddha will have great enlightenment and attain great freedom, thus escaping the sea of ​​suffering in the cycle of rebirth.”

"Zen Master, is it possible for me to escape this sea of ​​suffering?"

"Yes, of course."

Master Ditong smiled and placed his hand lightly on the believer's head: "You have believed in Buddhism since you were a child, and your ancestors have been believers of Wutong Temple for generations, practicing for the Buddha. Now that it has come to your generation, the blessings of the past generations will surely bring forth fruitful results."

"Today, the Five Paths Bodhisattva has come on his pilgrimage to guide you out of the sea of ​​suffering!"

After saying this, a golden lotus flower formed by magical power fell from the palm of the Zen Master Ditong and entered the believer's head.

In just a short while.

The believer's hair immediately fell out completely.

The tattered clothes he was wearing were transformed into a magnificent cassock.

The believer's face showed compassion.

It was as if he had attained a great enlightenment, as if he had truly escaped from the sea of ​​suffering. Immediately afterwards, golden light emanated from this person's body.

Under the fervent gaze of everyone, he instantly transformed into a rainbow and soared into the sky, with numerous illusory images of fairies and Buddhas appearing in the heavens to guide him away and disappear.

"Escape the sea of ​​suffering and ascend to the Western Paradise."

Zen Master Ditong exclaimed, “Generation after generation have believed in Buddhism. Although there are many evils, they do good deeds and reap good results. How wonderful!”

“Zen Master! I am also a devout believer, and I also want to go to the Western Paradise.”

Looking at the believers around me, I felt the even stronger power of their faith.

The Zen Master Ditong's face did not show compassion, but rather some severity: "The Western Paradise is the abode of Buddhas and Bodhisattvas. You were born with sins, and these sins have not yet been cleansed. How can you escape the sea of ​​suffering?"

"We must respect and believe in Buddha!"

"Once your sins are cleansed, you can go to the Western Paradise like this person."

"Zen Master, I am already sixty-seven years old. I'm afraid I don't have many days left to live. Haven't my sins been washed away yet?"

"Your sins will not be cleansed until your next life."

"When the time comes, this Zen master will come to guide you."

"Thank you, Zen Master! Thank you, Zen Master!"

Upon hearing this, Zen Master Ditong's expression returned to one of compassion. He then took the grains of gold that the man had offered and said calmly, "These should be used to sculpt a golden statue of the Five Paths Bodhisattva."

Subsequently, many fervent believers offered up the gold they had accumulated.

Creating a golden statue for a Bodhisattva is a great act of merit.

It can wash away many sins.

If sins are not cleansed, not only will the sinner be condemned to a life of suffering, but their descendants will also be born with sins.

The Buddhist kingdoms of the Western Regions believe that all sentient beings can attain Buddhahood.

All living beings encompass every grain of sand, every blade of grass, and every tree.

Humans need to eat and drink to live. There are countless tiny insects in the water, and each of them can become a Buddha.

Killing, on the other hand, brings sin.

To be alive is a sin.

The Buddhist Kingdom of the Western Regions—no, once you get to the Buddhist Kingdom of the Western Regions, it should be called the Buddhist Kingdom of the Central Plains.

The Buddhist kingdom in China was not a single country.

It is a colossal structure composed of numerous bizarre and wonderful Buddhist temples.

The purpose of gold for them was to create golden statues.

Popularity and incense offerings are key to their cultivation.

This popularity and incense offerings are not the same as the popularity cultivation methods in the Great Kang region.

Rather, it was a secret Buddhist practice that existed before the cataclysmic changes in the world. It just so happened that the spiritual energy disappeared, so this practice was then regarded as the true Buddhist teaching.

A believer who does not believe in Buddhism is not a good believer.

There are no such believers in the Buddhist kingdoms of China, and believers who are not poor enough cannot understand the suffering of the sea of ​​suffering, so naturally they cannot be allowed to eat well, live well, or even have surplus wealth.

As for the so-called salvation, it is to go to the Western Paradise.

It was simply a matter of burning him and his soul to ashes with magical power.

But in the eyes of those believers.

This is the cleansing of sins, the attainment of ultimate enlightenment.

Wutong Temple is just a small temple on the outermost periphery among the countless temples in the Buddhist country of China.

But Zen Master Wutong was already very skilled at this.

No one could see the slightest flaw.

No one would have imagined that this would be a deceptive scheme to manipulate people's hearts.

Only Chen Huangpi had a complicated expression at this moment.

The brass oil lamp couldn't help but say, "I thought the entire Da Kang Kingdom was already full of beasts, but those aristocratic families, cultivators, gods, and that dog emperor are all inhuman."

"But in this Buddhist land of China, I feel like they've all become a bit anthropomorphic."

"At least those aristocratic cultivators put on some face."

"This bald monk has really put on a show of putting on a good facade!"

Upon arriving in this Buddhist land of China, the monks of Wutong Temple were immediately enlightened by the brass oil lamps, who showed them the tricks they used to fool the common people. If the powerful families of Dakang had played this game earlier, someone like Wang Taiyu probably would never have appeared.

They've been played like idiots long ago.

You take advantage of people and then expect them to praise you.

And this must continue for generations to come.

This is no Buddhist paradise in China; it's clearly a hell on earth.

The brass oil lamp said indignantly, "Those bald monks are truly beasts. It's just that they didn't establish any racial system; otherwise, they would have completely cut off all human life!"

But its voice, which only its own people could hear, had just landed.

Then we saw Zen Master Ditong bow to the Bodhisattva statue in the Dharma Carriage Shrine.

"May the Bodhisattva illuminate the sins of all sentient beings!"

The next second, the chanting of Buddhist hymns and the fragrance of flowers rang out again.

Buddha's light appeared in the sky, and golden lotuses sprang from the earth.

A halo appeared behind the head of the Bodhisattva statue.

Immediately afterwards, all the believers around them underwent strange changes.

A sin as black as ink emerged from them.

Sin should be black.

That's what makes it terrifying and aligns with the understanding of all beings.

Some believers’ sins are in the soles of their feet, others in their knees, and still others in their chests.

And worth mentioning.

Upon seeing this, the believers glared at each other angrily, dividing themselves according to the amount of their own sins, with those having fewer sins absolutely refusing to stand with those having more sins.

Those who were deeply sinful kept their heads down, not daring to look at the believers who only had sin under their feet.

Legend has it that the Buddha was born barefoot and, after countless eons, finally attained enlightenment under the Bodhi tree.

When he attained Buddhahood, heaven and earth came to congratulate him.

And a deity washed the mud off the Buddha's feet with the water of the Saha River.

Therefore, for believers, when the sins on the soles of their feet also disappear, it is the time when they are saved by the Bodhisattva, escaped from the sea of ​​suffering, went to the Western Paradise, and met the Buddha.

It can be said that the hierarchy and social order were well-maintained.

At this moment, Golden Horn suddenly spoke up: "Yellow-skinned father, this bald monk seems to have your aura on him."

Upon hearing this, Chen Huangpi frowned and said, "This is the first time I've met him, and we're not related. Where does he get my scent from?"

Jinjiao said, "It really exists. Although it's very faint, I will never forget that eerie energy and that Buddhist aura."

If there was some uncertainty about the Golden Horn earlier...

But after arriving in this Buddhist land in the Central Plains...

Jinjiao could indeed clearly sense the presence of dried tangerine peel in this peculiar place.

"And there's more than one."

Golden Horn sniffed and said in confusion, "There were at least two Yellow Skin Fathers here, and they left about ten days ago."

As soon as these words came out.

Chen Huangpi was getting more and more confused.

The brass oil lamp retorted sharply, "Golden Horn, are you sure you're telling the truth?"

"You jerk, what do you mean by this?"

Golden Horn retorted angrily, "I'm not like you. Although I've become a bastard, I'm a man of my word and I never utter a single lie! Otherwise, I'll make sure Silver Horn dies a horrible death."

Upon hearing this, Silver Horn felt a wave of despair wash over him.

That's it, I'm doomed.

"Let's go and take a look."

Chen Huangpi was also confused at this moment. When he saw that Zen Master Ditong leaving with the Bodhisattva's entourage, he immediately followed.

At his current level of cultivation, he no longer needs to conceal his supernatural abilities. As long as someone's strength does not exceed his, they will absolutely not be seen if he doesn't want them to.

As for whether there are any people more powerful than him near Wutong Temple.

All I can say is that they're all a bunch of rotten fish and shrimp.

The so-called Five-Power Bodhisattva is at most equivalent to a county-level city god in the Great Kang Dynasty.

Killing him is just a matter of a single thought.

Chen Huangpi has never been to the Buddhist kingdom of China.

His presence was there, and there were two more, which truly puzzled him.

If you were to ask the common people, just by looking at their expressions, you would know that you definitely wouldn't get any answers.

Because none of them possessed any cultivation.

It seems that power and information are all in the hands of the monks.

The monks, including Zen Master Ditong, were unaware that Chen Huangpi was following them.

After returning to Wutong Temple.

The monks, including Zen Master Ditong, opened Chen Huangpi's eyes to new possibilities.

The entire temple, with its glazed golden tiles, shines brilliantly.

The sun shines on the roof of the temple.

From top to bottom, it looked as if a layer of golden Buddha's light had been sprinkled on it.

The stone slabs on the ground are all cut from jade.

“The Bodhisattva has sent a decree that you should wait outside the Hall of Poverty.”

"Yes, Zen Master."

Zen Master Ditong nodded lightly, waved his monk's robe, and left the so-called Hall of Poverty.

The Hall of Poverty is anything but poor.

At the very least, Zen Master Ditong could not bear the slightest poverty, nor could the Bodhisattva Wutong, who sat upright on the lotus throne of the Buddha altar.

This Bodhisattva has eight arms and five faces.

Six arms were outstretched, while the remaining two formed a strange hand seal in front of their chests.

Five faces, representing joy, anger, sorrow, happiness, and hatred.

At this moment, the Five Paths Bodhisattva looked down at the Earthly Path Zen Master with anger.

"This Bodhisattva is hungry!"

"Where are they? Where are they?!"

"Don't worry, Bodhisattva! This humble monk has brought it to you."

Zen Master Ditong's expression changed slightly. He quickly took out a treasure bottle from his monk's robe and gently patted the base of the bottle. With a crisp clinking sound, unconscious boys and girls flew out one by one.

These five boys and girls have already lost all their souls.

He's basically a living dead.

The Five-Power Bodhisattva had no dietary restrictions; he opened his mouth and took a big gulp, then began to chew.

"delicious!"

The Five Paths Bodhisattva's face turned, immediately transforming into a beaming smile.

But then, before Zen Master Ditong could even breathe a sigh of relief...

The Five Paths Bodhisattva then donned a face filled with hatred.

"hateful!!!"

"This Bodhisattva has been guiding believers for hundreds of years. Even if there is no merit, there is still hard work. As a result, two Buddhas were born in the Wutong Temple under the Bodhisattva's jurisdiction, and they were taken away without warning."

"Oh no! Damn it, damn it!"

The Bodhisattva Wutong was furious. He was extremely angry, especially since Wutong Temple was located on the outermost edge of the Buddhist kingdom in the Central Plains, and he knew about the birth of this Buddha's disciple very late.

When it found out, it was preparing to devour the two Buddha statues.

Because the Buddhist intention is very strong.

It instinctively felt that eating it would bring immense benefits.

But it was discovered before it could be discovered.

Not only did they not gain any benefit, they also suffered a loss.

"The Mara Dharma Assembly has not even allowed this Bodhisattva to participate!"

The Five-fold Bodhisattva descended from the Buddha platform, his enormous body almost taking up the entire Qingpin Hall, his bell-sized eyes fixed intently on the monks below.

"Just because this Bodhisattva almost ate the Buddha's disciple?"

"What wrong have I done?"

"What's wrong with giving one of these eighty thousand Buddhist disciples to this Bodhisattva?"

"Bodhisattva, you are attached to appearances."

Zen Master Ditong bowed his head, twirled his prayer beads, and softly recited the profound truths of Buddhist scriptures.

But the Five-Power Bodhisattva was extremely angry.

"Recite, recite, recite, recite what?"

"This bullshit Buddhist scripture is only meant for those stupid mortals made of clay. You've been converted by me, so you should be attached to me. Shut up! Don't recite it!"

It has truly gone somewhat insane.

Every day I think that if it were a little later, I would be able to taste the flavor of a Buddhist disciple.

Perhaps I will become a Buddha in time.

They were invited into the Three Buddhas Temple.

To be able to participate in the Mara Dharma Assembly is to receive rewards and to see the Buddha of this life!
I think of these every time.

All five Bodhisattvas possess a kind of madness, an impulse to destroy everything.

And just then.

Zen Master Naditong suddenly spoke up: "Bodhisattva, there are no Buddhist disciples, not even one of the eighty thousand Buddhist disciples can be eaten, but you can eat as many young boys and girls as you want."

"There's still blood food? Bring it here immediately! Bring it here right now!"

If there are no Buddhist disciples, then there are no Buddhist disciples. It's okay to eat some blood food to satisfy one's craving.

Zen Master Ditong looked distressed and released many more boys and girls.

The Five-Tong Bodhisattva grinned maliciously, chewing and clapping his hands in delight: "How wonderful! How wonderful! Is there any more? I want to eat more. I can never get enough of the tender skin and flesh of young boys and girls."

"Nothing."

"Nonsense! How could there not be!"

The Five-Power Bodhisattva's face constantly changes, displaying joy, anger, sorrow, happiness, and hatred. The speed at which these five faces change is as fast as lightning, creating an indescribable sense of terror and unease.

Zen Master Ditong said calmly, "No, that's all. Besides, you've already eaten enough. If you finish it all, what am I supposed to eat?"

"you?"

The Five Paths Bodhisattva laughed loudly, "You're nothing but clay, how dare you eat people?"

This Zen Master Ditong was converted by it.

Its strength was also a gift from it.

Just as for Zen Master Ditong, the believers and the local land were all assets of Wutong Temple, and they were all at his disposal.

In the eyes of the Bodhisattva Wutong, everything in Wutong Temple belongs to him.

Once the temple gates are closed, it can do whatever it wants.

They can decide who lives and who dies.

However, Zen Master Ditong glanced at the Five-Power Bodhisattva with pity.

"Buddha saves all sentient beings, and sentient beings save Buddha."

"Yesterday you saved me, today I save you."

“Bodhisattva Wutong, I would also like to sit on your lotus platform.”

Upon hearing this, the Five Paths Bodhisattva was furious. He wanted to crush this mud seed that dared to offend him. How dare it overstep its bounds? It was nothing more than an ant that he had converted.

"die!!!!"

But just as the Bodhisattva Wutong opened his large hand and mobilized his magical power to kill Zen Master Ditong.

Sudden……

Its face changed drastically, and its abdomen ached as if being stabbed.

"What...what did you give me to eat?"

"Boys and girls."

Zen Master Ditong said with a heavy heart, "When the masters took away the two Buddha disciples, I knew you must have been terrified and dared not let your mind wander as you used to, so that you could see everything."

"Therefore, this humble monk took this opportunity to prepare these tainted boys and girls."

"Your magical power will be restricted for one hour."

“But Bodhisattva, don’t be afraid. This humble monk will guide you. You sit on this lotus platform, so why can’t this humble monk sit on it?”

The power within Zen Master Ditong surged forth, transforming into a giant Buddha hand that pressed Wutong Bodhisattva to the ground.

He bent down and patted the face of the Five Paths Bodhisattva.

No matter how angry the latter is.

Anyway, he has an urge to cry tears of joy right now.

“You said that if I serve you for a hundred years, you would open a temple for me and let me become a Bodhisattva. But a hundred years have passed and then another hundred years have passed. I can’t wait any longer.”

"By the way, those two Buddha statues were also brought to you by this humble monk."

Zen Master Ditong's tone was strange: "I just know that the Buddhist disciple is not someone I can touch, nor can I hide him, so I can only offer him this as a gift. Bodhisattva, you won't blame me, will you?"

After saying that, he squatted down, opened his mouth wide, and began to gnaw on the golden statue of the Five Paths Bodhisattva.

Gradually, his aura grew stronger.

He didn't even spare blood.

The Five-Power Bodhisattva wailed frantically, but its voice could not be heard at all.

An hour later.

The Five-Power Bodhisattva was then eaten, leaving only his physical body.

Zen Master Ditong wiped the blood from his mouth. All he needed to do now was put on this skin and sit securely on the lotus throne. After a few years, who would be able to tell if he was real or fake?

But just as Zen Master Ditong looked up at the lotus platform he had longed for.

But then, out of the blue, a young Taoist priest dressed in a Taoist robe was squatting on top, one hand pressing down on the head of a beast that looked like a dog, the other hand supporting his chin, and a broken oil lamp floating to his left.

At this moment, this bizarre combination...

He was looking down at himself with great interest.

"Meet the Buddha!"

Zen Master Ditong's expression changed drastically, and he immediately bowed down in reverence.

Chen Huangpi scoffed, "Who's your Buddha? Zen Master Ditong, I think you're talking complete nonsense." (End of Chapter)