Weird Cultivation: I am the Yellow-skinned Taoist Master

Chapter 360 Eighty Thousand Buddha Disciples? Eighty Thousand Fruits! (8k-word long chapter, please vote!)
Inside the dark main hall of the Buddhist temple.

The gate was tightly shut, and the ugly body of the Bodhisattva lay discarded on the ground, its five faces twisted and disfigured, displaying a terrifying nature.

Zen Master Ditong collapsed to his knees, supporting himself with one hand while his other hand, which held Buddhist prayer beads, bent and stretched. He stared at the indifferent Taoist priest squatting on the lotus platform with a mixture of fear and fervor.

"Disciple pays homage to the Buddha."

"May Buddha have mercy! Please guide your disciple!"

Chen Huangpi was very annoyed by these words. He said unhappily, "Shut up, shut up, what are you shutting about? If you bald monk shudder again, I'll 'convert' you just the same way you convert others!"

"This bald monk must have gone mad from practicing Buddhism."

The brass oil lamp sneered, "He ate that nonsensical Bodhisattva alive, thinking he could sit on the lotus throne himself. Now that things are not going well, he's calling himself Buddha. What a fool."

"Not an idiot, but a worthless donkey!"

Golden Horn sneered, "These Buddhist kingdoms of the Central Plains are all worthless donkeys!"

Silver Horn's stomach rumbled: "Yellow-skinned Daddy, I'm hungry. Can I eat this wretched donkey?"

"Wait a moment, I have something to ask him."

Chen Huangpi patted Silver Horn's half-grown head to comfort him, then asked the Zen Master Ditong, "I ask you, what was the situation with those two Buddhist disciples you saw earlier?"

"That is an incarnation of Buddha!"

Zen Master Ditong exclaimed fervently, "No, those are your clones! I saw it with my own eyes. The two Buddha disciples look exactly like you, except for their age!"

The reason he immediately addressed Chen Huangpi as "Buddha" upon seeing him was because...

It's not because I'm afraid of death that I'm so afraid of making shocking statements.

Or rather, in that critical moment, even if he wanted to, he couldn't possibly come up with such an excuse.

Having personally witnessed the two Buddha statues.

Furthermore, he used this opportunity to trick the mastermind behind the death of the Five Paths Bodhisattva. The moment Zen Master Ditong saw Chen Huangpi, his mind went blank, because Chen Huangpi's appearance was just too similar to that of the Buddhist disciple.

Or rather, those Buddhist disciples are too much like Chen Huangpi (a type of dried tangerine peel).

He looks exactly like he did when he was a child.

However, the only difference is...

Zen Master Ditong did not sense any Buddhist intent in Chen Huangpi.

It seems that apart from this physical appearance...

He didn't have much of a relationship with those Buddhist disciples.

However, Chen Huangpi was so powerful that Zen Master Ditong couldn't sense any of his aura at all. He thought that perhaps he had hidden his Buddhist intent.

As for whether it's possible that someone else transformed into the Buddha's grown-up appearance...

Zen Master Ditong thought it was impossible.

Throughout the entire Buddhist land of China, who doesn't know that the affairs of the Buddha's disciples are of paramount importance?

That's incredibly audacious.

But that's the Buddha of this world!
Every word spoken must contain a source of knowledge.

To transform into the appearance of the Buddha in this world is blasphemy, and would surely result in heinous sins and eternal damnation in the Avici Hell.

At this moment, listening to Zen Master Ditong's eloquent words...

Watching him use his magic to outline the so-called Buddha's appearance.

Chen Huangpi, the brass oil lamp, and Jinjiao and Yinjiao were all dumbfounded.

Within the jurisdiction of Wutong Temple, two Buddha statues were born.

These two Buddha statues are exactly the same except for their skin color.

One had darker skin, the other had a bluish complexion.

They all stared with their dark eyes, scrutinizing everything around them.

There was no ulterior motive in those pure and clear eyes.

All that exists is pure malice.

"Interesting, very interesting."

The brass oil lamp said in a strange tone, "He really looks exactly like you when you were a child. I heard this bald monk say that 80,000 Buddhist disciples were born in the Buddhist Kingdom of the Central Plains at the same time. We've stirred up a den of weasels!"

"Eighty thousand yellow-skinned fathers..."

Jin Jiao's eyes were full of confusion: "If I call them one by one, it would take until dark and I still wouldn't finish."

It sensed the scent of dried tangerine peel earlier, which is what is known as the Buddha's Child.

But what it didn't expect was.

There are 80,000 of them! That's incredibly strange.

Chen Huangpi frowned and said, "Could it be that someone is trying to make the fake into the real, replacing the real self with the fake self? Or is someone trying to recreate the Yellow Heaven?"

Those little Buddhist disciples clearly resembled him when he was a child.

And he is the future Huang Tian.

The sudden appearance of 80,000 versions of himself made it impossible for him not to think that the fake versions had become real.

A true immortal can cultivate from a fake to a real one.

Perhaps it was that being who lived for two eras that Master mentioned who did it.

But why would he do that?

Moreover, how does he know what he looks like?

At this moment, Silver Horn suddenly seemed to have thought of something, tilted his head and said, "Being born is different from being born. If it is being born, then one must be reincarnated through the Yellow Springs Yin Earth."

"Yellow-skinned father, when you went to the Underworld with your elder brother last time, did you reincarnate yourself?"

"Silver Horn, you really are stupid."

Golden Horn scoffed, "If Yellow Skin Father had reincarnated, why would he still be standing perfectly fine in front of us? Besides, last time we just wandered around the outer edge of the Yellow Springs Yin Land and didn't even cross the Bridge of Helplessness. Where would we reincarnate?"

To be reincarnated, one must cross the Bridge of Helplessness and then go to the Palace of Reincarnation.

Moreover, there are steps before that, namely, one must go through the Yama's Palace. If one has committed many evil deeds, one must be sent to the eighteenth level of hell to be punished. Only after all matters are settled can one begin the cycle of reincarnation.

However, the Golden Horn and Silver Horn interrupted.

Chen Huangpi was stunned.

He and the brass oil lamp exchanged a glance.

Yes, the first time they only circled around the outer edge of the Yellow Springs Yin Land, but later they went to the Yellow Springs Yin Land again.

Moreover, that time, I climbed the Bridge of Helplessness and went straight to the Palace of Reincarnation.

And they were even relegated to the animal realm.

Chen Huangpi even summoned the Demon Tree, using branches of a million-fruit tree as swords, bathing them in evil fire, in an attempt to carve out a bloody path.

As a result, all those people were reborn as weasels.

After that, their whereabouts became unknown.

"Damn it! The case is solved!"

The brass oil lamp exclaimed, "So it was the Samsara Palace that reincarnated those people from the Demon Tree into this Buddhist Kingdom in the Central Plains! No wonder they were born at the same time!"

"But why are there only 80,000?"

"what about others?"

"I'd love to know too..."

Chen Huangpi said in confusion, "The Xuanzhen Dao Realm is so vast. The Western Regions Buddhist Kingdom occupies a part of it, Da Kang occupies another part, plus other messy wastelands, and the Immortal Realm, Da Qian..."

"Could it be that there are reincarnations of the Human Fruit everywhere in the entire Xuanzhen Dao Realm now...?"

The human fruits of that demonic tree are actually all evil.

After the Demon Tree transformed into the main deity of the Kidney Temple, its appearance was based on Chen Huangpi's. Each time it appeared, it was either as a child, a teenager, a young adult, or an old man.

But this thing can actually be reincarnated...

Moreover, he was reincarnated in the Buddhist kingdom of China and transformed into the so-called 80,000 Buddhist disciples.

If this were told to others, probably no one would believe it.

Thinking of this, Chen Huangpi couldn't help but have a malicious thought pop into his mind.

"What kind of Mara Dharma Assembly is this Buddhist kingdom in the Central Plains holding? If I summon the Demon Tree and bring back the Human Fruits when that assembly takes place, they'll probably be furious."

To be honest, Chen Huangpi had no good feelings towards the Buddhist Kingdom of Central China.

And the Buddha of this world is even more so.

The Buddha of this world today is his shadow.

To be precise, even the Buddha statue was smashed to pieces, making it impossible to recognize it as a Buddha.

Now, in this Buddhist kingdom in the Central Plains, the reincarnation of a human fruit is regarded as a Buddhist disciple. Although Chen Huangpi knows it's a joke, others don't.

However, Chen Huangpi thought about it again and felt it was meaningless.

The reason he sneaked into Wutong Temple.

I just wanted to know what was going on with that Buddhist disciple.

Now that I know, I have no intention of wasting any more time on this kind of thing.

The real task is to find the being who has lived for two eras, imprison him in the Heart Temple as the chief god, obtain the branch of the Jianmu tree he plucked, and then go to the Great Qian Immortal Dynasty.

And this time.

That was when Zen Master Ditong saw a hint of murderous intent flash across Chen Huangpi's face.

He was immediately filled with terror.

Could it be that I said something wrong, or did something that displeased Buddha?

Zen Master Ditong could not hear Chen Huangpi and the others' conversation.

But that didn't stop him from knowing that he might soon be going to the Western Paradise.

"May Buddha have mercy! May Buddha have mercy!"

Zen Master Ditong kept kowtowing and pleading, "Disciple sincerely believes in Buddhism and sincerely cultivates Buddhism. Buddha, you are now in the form of a Taoist, so you must not have awakened your innate wisdom. Please let your disciple serve by your side."

Chen Huangpi sneered, "You bald monk are cunning and exploit the believers. Although it has nothing to do with me, why should I spare your dog's life?"

"It's a donkey's fate."

"They're all the same, they're all beasts anyway."

"Buddha, you are unaware of this!"

Zen Master Ditong exclaimed, “Those believers are inherently foolish. Even if I don’t exploit them, others will come and exploit them. People are different; some people just need to be exploited.”

"As for your disciple, although I am not very capable, once the Mara Dharma Assembly begins, you will return to your rightful place, and the past and the future will all belong to you."

The so-called past and future being united in one body refers to the Three Bodies of Buddha.

Only the Buddha of this world exists in the present.

Therefore, it can only be combined with the Buddha in this world.

Chen Huangpi pointed his sword and unleashed a terrifying burst of sword energy. He said noncommittally, "So what if it's all in one body? Does that mean I'll become a Buddha?"

Zen Master Ditong said, “You are the Buddha. Sentient beings save the Buddha, and the Buddha saves sentient beings again. This is clearly stated in the Buddhist scriptures. But the matter of the eighty thousand Buddha’s disciples is probably another matter.”

"This humble monk believes that those 80,000 Buddhist disciples are all fake Buddhas."

"They have stolen your Buddhist wisdom."

"If a fake Buddha is allowed to replace the real Buddha, then you will inevitably be affected!"

"That's bullshit."

Chen Huangpi sneered, "What you've said is useless and won't save your life. It's better to send you to the Western Paradise."

With that, he flicked his finger, and sword energy surged forth instantly.

But at this moment.

Zen Master Ditong blurted out, "Buddha! Do you intend to let a false Buddha replace the true Buddha, attain enlightenment under the Bodhi tree, occupy your position, and convert your believers?"

Puff.

The sword energy grazed the edge of Zen Master Ditong's body, piercing straight through the golden floor and penetrating a hundred feet into the earth's core.

Zen Master Ditong trembled all over.

His groin area was hot and wet.

"Bodhi tree?"

Chen Huangpi frowned and asked, "What does a Bodhi tree look like?"

Zen Master Ditong said, “Buddha, you may not know this, but the Bodhi tree was transformed from auspicious omens that descended from heaven when you attained Buddhahood. It has the power to penetrate heaven and earth and protect all living beings.”

"With this tree in hand, one can roam freely throughout the Three Realms."

"Furthermore, I will not fall into the sea of ​​suffering of sentient beings."

As he spoke, he trembled as he recounted everything about the Bodhi tree.

However, he had never seen a real Bodhi tree.

It's just a story passed down orally by monks in Buddhist countries throughout history.

But the speaker has no intention, and the listener has intention.

The brass oil lamp then said in a strange tone, "That bald monk is truly shameless. What Bodhi tree? It should clearly be Jianmu."

Only Jianmu (建木) possesses the extraordinary abilities described by Zen Master Ditong.

As for what auspicious omens appeared when he attained Buddhahood, they were manifestations of that.

Anything that is close to the Tao is laughable just by listening to it.

The brass oil lamp is also close to the Dao, but its power has been divided up too much at the moment, and it dares not take it back on its own. It only has its own Dao fruit, and there is no such thing as auspicious omen.

At most, there will be unusual phenomena in the sky.

The same applies when Chen Daoxing is close to the Dao.

When Yi Qingzhou committed suicide, no auspicious omens appeared.

Even if the master were to attain enlightenment, there's no such thing.

Perhaps after the Buddha attained enlightenment, he went to Tanggu, asked the Tongtian Jianmu tree for a branch, and then treasured it, telling everyone it was a gift from heaven and earth, thus glorifying himself.

They're just fooling these clueless believers.

Chen Huangpi looked at Jinjiao and Yinjiao and whispered, "So the reason you felt that the aura of Jianmu was sometimes there and sometimes not was because that Jianmu might not be here now."

According to Zen Master Ditong.

Only when the three bodies of Buddha are united can the 'Bodhi tree' manifest.

That is, the day of attaining Buddhahood.

Chen Huangpi didn't care whether the people would become Buddhas in this life; he knew it was impossible.

People have only been tainted by their own scent.

Later, the evil Buddha's relic transformed into a Buddha's head and landed on the head of Yama's Shadow.

Even Chen Huangpi himself had lost his Buddhist aspirations.

Unless it's after nightfall.

With the body of the Six Yin Gods, he summoned the shadow of Yama from within the shadows.

Otherwise, the Buddha would never have appeared in this world.

Even if you were to take out the body of that evil Buddha, no one would mistake it for the Buddha of this world.

"It seems I really have to go to this Mara Dharma Assembly."

Chen Huangpi looked at Zen Master Ditong and asked, "When will the Mara Dharma Assembly begin? When will it end? And where will it be held?"

"Reporting to Buddha."

Zen Master Ditong said, "It will begin the day after tomorrow and last for seven days. It will be held at the foot of the sacred mountain of Ten Thousand Buddhas, a place of great enlightenment and great freedom."

"At that time, 80,000 Buddhist disciples will be flocked to the scene."

“They would travel to all the temples, large and small, throughout the Buddhist kingdom of China, not wanting to miss the grand pilgrimage and worship.”

"It's faster than I expected."

Chen Huangpi was somewhat surprised; he had expected to wait ten days to half a month.

I didn't expect it to be held the day after tomorrow.

Although he is now sixteen years old, he is much more mature than before.

But he was happy that things could be resolved sooner.

After all, the Great Qian Dynasty was the place he most wanted to go.

“If that’s the case, then I wouldn’t recommend killing this bald monk.”

The brass oil lamp said with amusement, "Although this bald monk is cunning, to put it bluntly, he is only a common god. I have a thousand ways to make him unable to cause any trouble."

"I don't know anyone in the Buddhist kingdom of China, so I'll just treat him as a guide."

"can."

Chen Huangpi naturally wouldn't care about such a trivial matter.

However, when facing this Zen Master Ditong...

He said with a touch of wicked humor, "Di Tong, is it? Considering your sincerity, I, the Buddha, will spare your life. Not only will I spare your life, I will also convert you."

Zen Master Ditong trembled: "Buddha... Buddha..."

As soon as he finished speaking, a golden light flew out from Chen Huangpi's fingertip and entered his body directly. After that, he could no longer sense it no matter what he did.

It's as if it never existed.

Chen Huangpi laughed and said, "Don't be afraid. I promised to save all sentient beings, so I will definitely save you. The day I become a Buddha will be the day you are freed from the sea of ​​suffering and go to the Western Paradise."

Zen Master Ditong trembled as he clasped his hands together and said, "Thank you, Buddha."

He had actually come to his senses by now.

How could a Zen master from Wutong Temple not understand the ways of Buddhism in China?
I had never been to the San Shen Wan Fo Temple before.

They regard it only as a sacred place, and regard the Buddha in their mouths and hearts as an indispensable faith.

But as the old saying goes...

Lord Ye loved dragons, but when he actually met Chen Huangpi, he truly regarded Chen Huangpi as the Buddha of this world. This Zen Master Ditong felt a deep-seated fear.

The Arhats and Bodhisattvas in temples are all people-eaters.

How could the Buddha not eat?

But what Chen Huangpi did next was something that Zen Master Ditong couldn't understand.

……

Golden rays of light crisscrossed within Wutong Temple.

That golden light was actually sword energy.

From top to bottom, all the monks were killed by the golden light. It all happened in a matter of moments.

Under the clear blue sky, blood flowed everywhere and limbs piled up inside Wutong Temple, turning it into a stinking hell of corpses.

"May Buddha have mercy, may Buddha have mercy."

Zen Master Ditong closed his eyes and kept twirling his prayer beads. Large beads of sweat slid down his shiny brow, soaking his entire monk's robe.

He was afraid, terrified.

The Buddha does not eat people, but he does kill.

If they get carried away with the killing, they might kill themselves too.

Chen Huangpi laughed and said, "Don't be afraid. Just think of it as practicing Buddhism. You are an enlightened person. Sooner or later I will help you escape from the sea of ​​suffering."

"But for now, let's help those believers escape their suffering."

Although he was very disgusted with this Buddhist country in China.

But that doesn't mean he hates ordinary people.

My master once said that those who bully the weak are despicable.

We cannot generalize and condemn everyone.

Chen Huangpi kept these principles in mind and was willing to put them into practice.

However, when he took out the thick stack of land deeds and the tenant registers and distributed them to all the people near Wutong Temple, their words stunned him.

"May Buddha have mercy, I finally have my own land."

“I am no longer a tenant farmer.”

"Buddha gave me food, Buddha gave me money."

"May Buddha be supreme! Praise be to Buddha! Thank you, Buddha!"

These words sound a bit strange.

Even though the brass oil lamp could hear people's thoughts, it was still a bit confused, so it asked, "Hey, what's wrong with you mortals? The Wutong Temple oppresses and exploits you, and you still keep calling them Buddha?"

A virtuous believer said, "The temples exploit and oppress us because we are burdened with heavy sins."

"This is all arranged by Buddha."

“These are inevitable trials. Buddha is watching, and He will guide us.”

Hearing this, and looking at those fanatical believers...

Chen Huangpi asked in confusion, "The Buddha you're talking about, are you referring to me?"

“Bold!!!”

One believer angrily retorted, "How dare you blaspheme against Buddha! Buddha is compassionate and descended to earth to save people; what does this have to do with you!"

"But it was I who gave you your freedom, distributed your land, and provided you with food and resources."

Chen Huangpi was very puzzled; he felt that something was off about these people.

They seem to be a completely different species from the people of Dakang.

It was clearly my own good intentions that led me to do good deeds.

How come the outcome had absolutely nothing to do with me, yet it all became the so-called compassionate Buddha's doing!

“That was given to us by Buddha.”

"All suffering is what we deserve, and all blessings are given by the Buddha."

In the eyes of these believers, even if they are poor, it is because they are burdened by sins, and any benefits bestowed upon them are promised by the Buddha.

“This land that has been allocated to us is the land promised by Buddha.”

"This wealth is a testament to our unwavering devotion to Buddha."

"As for freedom, it's for us to better understand and worship Buddhism. Once we ascend to the Western Paradise, we'll be better off without this stinking physical body."

clap clap clap...

These remarks prompted Chen Huangpi to applaud.

He had never seen such people in his life, and he even used his Evil Eye to see if their souls had been bewitched.

But they found that it didn't exist at all.

In other words, these people, who were all poorly clothed, emaciated, and had been oppressed and exploited for generations, actually thought this way.

The brass oil lamp muttered, "Damn it, if those powerful families of Da Kang knew that the people of the Buddhist Kingdom in the Central Plains were like this, they would go crazy and attack us too!"

How could there be such despicable people in the world?

Zen Master Naditong lowered his head and said, "The Great Kang calls this place the Western Regions. It's not that they haven't attacked here before, but they withdrew immediately after attacking, for some reason."

"And from now on, except for those who come to pay tribute, no one from the Buddhist kingdoms of the Central Plains will be allowed to enter Dakang."

"Of course! Would we let them in?"

The brass oil lamp said disgustedly, "At least the people of Dakang are still human, and at least they can maintain a semblance of civility. But these people are like they've fallen into a cesspool and are completely tainted by the stench!"

In fact, Da Kang never knew that the three Buddhas each possessed combat power comparable to true immortals.

It is unknown whether the San Shen Wan Fo Temple was dealt with by Emperor Chen.

They once infiltrated the Buddhist kingdoms of China.

But they were quickly defeated, not because they couldn't win, but because they were horrified to discover that in just a few years, their people were showing signs of assimilation.

I've started practicing Buddhism...

Believing in Buddhism is truly useful; it allows one to exploit ordinary people in a seemingly legitimate way.

Moreover, it can divide people into different classes.

However, the Great Kang Dynasty was, after all, a country dominated by cultivators and gods.

It is absolutely impossible to practice Buddhism.

When they invaded the Buddhist kingdoms of China, their initial intention was also to destroy Buddhism.

Not only could they not be wiped out, but their very foundation was also in trouble. Who would dare to stay in this godforsaken place?

Therefore, they quickly withdrew from the Buddhist kingdom in China.

Anyone who begins to practice Buddhism, whether a monk or a member of a noble family, will be killed without mercy.

This led to a stalemate between the Great Kang and the Buddhist Kingdom.

The monks in the Buddhist kingdom dreamed that everyone in the world should practice Buddhism.

Da Kang doesn't want to play that game.

Not only did they prioritize protecting Buddhist sites over fire prevention, but they also demolished and wiped out all the few Buddhist temples within their own territory.

They kept a close eye on each other's tribute exchanges.

We will absolutely not allow anything related to Buddhism to enter Dakang.

The brass oil lamp said, "Master, don't you always say that a little kindness is appreciated, but too much kindness breeds resentment? You should kill them all quickly, we can't afford to suffer a loss!"

However, dried tangerine peel is even more disgusting.

He felt as uncomfortable as if he had swallowed a fly.

"Kill them? I feel like killing them would dirty my hands!"

"Golden Horn and Silver Horn, you can eat them to vent my anger."

"Did you hear me, Silver Horn?"

"Brother, even though I'll eat dirt, I don't like eating maggots!"

Silver Horn lamented, "No, I won't even eat dirt anymore! I feel like the dirt in this damned Buddhist kingdom is filthy; it'll give me a stomachache!"

Fortunately, it hadn't had a chance to eat anything since it followed Chen Huangpi to the Buddhist Kingdom in the Central Plains.

Otherwise, it would probably have vomited by now.

Chen Huangpi was furious: "Fine, fine, let them be. If I ever show kindness to these people of the Buddhist Kingdom of the Central Plains again, may I become bald!"

This was a deadly oath for him.

He hated monks, hated bald monks, hated Buddha, and hated the believers in this Buddhist country of China even more.

Originally, after the incident with Da Kang...

Chen Huangpi really felt that his strength had increased and that he should fulfill his responsibilities as the future Huang Tian.

However, this trip to the Buddhist kingdom in the Central Plains.

That finally made him realize something.

"From now on, there will be absolutely no bald monks allowed in this world!"

Chen Huangpi flew away, gritting his teeth.

He said angrily, "No one's hair can fall out, and there can be no Buddha. Buddha, Buddha, Buddha, what a load of rubbish! It's just a lump of mud, a lump of mud that can't be plastered on a wall!"

The brass oil lamp grinned from ear to ear.

It doesn't think this is a bad thing.

Chen Huangpi's good deeds were not for the purpose of becoming a hero or saving the world.

I was disgusted this time.

No matter what happens to the Buddhist Kingdom in the Central Plains in the future, Chen Huangpi probably won't make a move again.

They come quickly and leave quickly.

After finishing up, I'll head to the Great Qian Immortal Dynasty. I won't have time to hang out with these people.

Forget about Da Kang; those common people at least still looked like human beings.

Know how to be grateful, and know right from wrong.

But the people of this Buddhist land in China take the kindness of others as a promise from the Buddha. Can such people even be called human?
……

There is a sacred mountain in the Buddhist country of China.

This mountain is called the Sacred Mountain of the Three Bodies of Ten Thousand Buddhas and the Great Enlightenment.

There is a temple called San Shen Wan Fo Temple on the mountain.

In addition to the three Buddha statues, there are also ten thousand other Buddha statues in the temple.

The entire sacred mountain was bathed in the Buddha's light.

As the Mara Dharma Assembly convened, temples of all sizes throughout the Buddhist kingdom of China dispatched Arhats and Bodhisattvas to preside over the event and participate in this grand gathering.

"The Mara Dharma Assembly will be held at the sacred site at the foot of this mountain."

At this moment, Zen Master Ditong was explaining to Chen Huangpi: "As for those 80,000 Buddhist disciples, when the Dharma assembly is held, they will descend from the dome of the holy mountain. At that time, ten thousand Buddhas will come to pay homage, and through the enlightenment of the Dharma, they will find the true Buddha of this world."

The Buddhist kingdom in China was a country composed of Buddhist temples.

Every Buddhist temple has Buddhist scriptures passed down through generations.

When the time comes, all the Buddhas will come to pay homage and expound the profound truths of the Buddhist scriptures. The true reincarnation of the Buddha of this world will have a response when they hear those scriptures and will surely be able to awaken to the truth.

Eighty thousand Buddhist disciples is an exaggeration.

The Buddhas of the past and the future found it strange and bizarre. Since there was only one Buddha in this life, naturally 79,999 fake ones were created.

The remaining one is the one they have been waiting for.

The Mara Dharma Assembly has come to an end.

That is the moment when their three bodies of Buddha merge into one.

The extraordinary changes in the heavens and earth are about to end; the movement of the fetus in the yellow sky is a sign of this.

Delaying it for too long is actually not good.

Chen Huangpi looked around expressionlessly.

He saw many bald monks, as well as many Arhats and Bodhisattvas, and some even more powerful beings, namely the so-called Buddhas.

The path of practice in this Buddhist country of China is very different from that of the Great Kang.

Da Kang is a deity sculpted from clay and wood.

It's only keeping going thanks to its popularity.

In contrast, the Buddhist statues in the Central Plains are all made of gold, and once they are completed, they even undergo a transformation into flesh and blood.

It was truly bizarre.

After leaving Wutong Temple, he saw many things along the way that disgusted him.

Sometimes, even the brass oil lamp couldn't bear to watch anymore and wanted to knock on the heads of those believers and tell them how outrageous these Buddhist temples were, but those believers just kept repeating the same excuse.

Being burdened with sins is what I deserve.

If you help me, then it is the Buddha's promise.

One of them is a temple that grants children.

Devotees cannot have children; if they want to have children, they must send their daughters to temples.

Pregnancy can be achieved in just one day.

This is just a common occurrence, nothing compared to many other disgusting things.

"Buddha..."

Zen Master Ditong hesitated, as if he wanted to speak.

Chen Huangpi turned his head and said coldly, "I am very murderous right now, so don't call me Buddha. I am not your Buddha, so you'd better watch your words, or I'll send you to the Western Paradise right now."

After saying that, he changed his mind and said heavily, "No, I'm sending you to hell."

"Yes, Benefactor Chen."

Zen Master Ditong said bitterly, "This humble monk only wanted to remind you that the Mara Dharma Assembly is about to begin. What are your plans to do after those false Buddhist disciples appear?"

Chen Huangpi coldly replied, "How to do it? Of course, it's up to me!"

He wanted to see what his people had become.

Have they all become bald monks?

Upon hearing the Buddha's voice, a compassionate expression appeared on their face.

If that were the case, he wouldn't summon the people over; instead, he would simply draw his sword and kill them all.

This is far more disgusting than his dark history from his childhood.

At the foot of this sacred mountain.

A dense crowd of monks, arhats, bodhisattvas, and even some Buddhas are gathering here.

Lotus platforms were set up one after another.
The Buddhas sat upright, their faces filled with compassion, awaiting the start of the Mara Dharma Assembly and the moment when they would meet the Buddha.

The monks, on the other hand, sat on the ground.

Upon arriving here, they did not live as extravagantly as they had in the temple, wearing various luxurious monk robes and cassocks. Instead, they wore tattered patchwork garments.

If word gets out, they'll all be highly accomplished monks.

As for the out-of-place dried tangerine peel.

No one noticed.

Otherwise, it's likely that a huge uproar will occur before the Mara Dharma Assembly even begins.

"Om Mani Padme Hum!"

"Om Mani Padme Hum..."

The sound of chanting emanated from the summit of the sacred mountain, as if countless Buddhas were reciting in unison.

All beings at the foot of the mountain began to chant at that moment.

The sound echoed between heaven and earth, like a grand bell, shaking one's soul.

Two beams of light rose from the magnificent San Shen Wan Fo Temple.

Chen Huangpi looked up.

Then I could vaguely see two Buddhas.

One statue is covering its eyes, and the other is covering its ears.

The two Buddhas exuded a powerful aura, yet they gave Chen Huangpi an extremely superficial feeling.

Unpredictable.

It's as if one is in the past and the other is in the future.

"Pretend to be a ghost."

Chen Huangpi sneered inwardly: "You may not remember me, but I remember you. Past Buddhas and future Buddhas are nothing more than true immortals."

The True Immortal realm is very powerful, but with the mask of the Taixu God in his body, he is completely fearless.

Once, in those mountains that seemed like the past, like a memory, Chen Huangpi saw the Buddha of this life whose head had been cut off. At that time, the Buddha of this life was about to transform into an evil being.

There were two phantom images of Buddhas on his left and right sides.

Chen Huangpi has seen them and remembers them, but he doesn't know if they remember him.

"Today we hold the Mara Dharma Assembly."

"Reflecting on this world, let us find the Buddha of this world!"

Two magnificent Buddhist chants resounded, followed by countless golden rays descending from the sky.

After the golden light fell, it formed an enormous twelve-petaled golden lotus.

Ten thousand Buddha images appeared on the petals of this lotus platform.

Then look at the lotus heart.

Eighty thousand golden lotus seeds slowly emerged, transforming into a Buddhist shrine, revealing the infant enshrined within.

The babies were all the same age and size, differing only in skin color.

But none of them looked like novice monks.

Hearing the chanting of Buddhist hymns, the 80,000 so-called Buddhist disciples, who had been reincarnated from human beings, burst into clear, cheerful laughter.

"The Buddha's laughter is so pleasant to hear."

"To have the honor of seeing the true face of the Buddha and hearing the voice of the Buddha is enough to make me die without regret."

"What an honor it is to see the Buddha."

Even the Zen Master Ditong was somewhat dazed at this moment.

“Buddha… Benefactor Chen, those fake Buddhist monks seem to be smiling at you…”

"If they don't smile at me, who will they smile at?"

Chen Huangpi said in a strange tone, "But wait a moment, none of you will be able to laugh anymore."

He could tell that his men were very agitated.

I'm extremely irritable.

Just like his current mood, he wanted to kill someone.

These people actually wanted to eat people.

(End of this chapter)