The Heavens Start to Reverse Fate from Martial Arts

Chapter 144 Old Baldy, Times Have Changed
At night, the stars shone and the moonlight spread, covering the sky and the earth with a layer of silver. Deep in the palace, a nine-story attic stood, with bright lights inside and outside, illuminating the surroundings.

Countless Jinyiwei stood like statues in all directions, quietly guarding the tranquility of the Sutra Pavilion behind them. In the Sutra Pavilion, sparse figures swayed, forming a sharp contrast with the crowded and busy scene during the day.

"Amitabha……"

The compassionate and mighty Buddhist sound spread through the night sky. An old monk walked through the void, lotus flowers blooming under his feet, and he looked towards the ninth floor of the Sutra Pavilion with a look of disdain. He was surrounded by brilliant Buddhist light, and his aura was as powerful as the sun. The terrifying aura spread in all directions, showing his unbridled recklessness to the fullest.

The imperial guards and the Jinyiwei all looked up at the mysterious scene in the sky. When they saw the direction the person was heading, they gave up the idea of ​​rushing to help.

Since the Buddhist decree was issued throughout the country, the number of Buddhist monks who came to die is countless. It is not surprising that there are too many. In addition, the government has ordered that those who trespass into the palace will be dealt with by Taiyi Zhenren. The guards on duty are responsible for their duties and cannot leave their posts without permission.

In the imperial study, Taiyi Zhaoxi paused while reviewing the memorials and said calmly, "Send a message to Duan Yanqing to implement the Buddhist order more thoroughly."

The eunuchs bowed and accepted the order. When they thought of the Buddhist sect's transgression, their eyes turned cold. These bald donkeys broke into the palace again and again. Did they really think that the emperor was as easy to bully as before?

Jingge, ninth floor.

Wang Yi sat alone behind his desk, brewing and sipping tea. Against the backdrop of the moonlight, his temperament seemed even more transcendent and otherworldly, as if he could become an immortal at any time.

He paused in drinking tea and glanced out the window. His eyes were full of light, and he saw through the strength of the person at a glance. He nodded in understanding and invited him slowly, "Master, your heart is too hot, why don't you sit down and drink some tea to calm your mind?"

As he spoke, he took out a teacup and filled it for the other person. The clear green tea soup was rippling, and the elegant fragrance drifted away with the mist.

Master Fuju put his hands together, stepped into the air, and stood in front of the desk. His eyes were filled with golden Buddha light, and he frowned as he looked at the Taoist behind the desk.

It is impossible to understand! It is absolutely impossible to understand.

This boy's aura is intermittent, and his spiritual sense is empty, as if it is nothing, not here, making it impossible to tell anything about him.

Master Fuju lowered his head and hid the expression in his eyes. Along the way, everything he saw stirred his heartstrings, accumulating a heart full of nameless anger. How could he calm down at this time?

"Amitabha, Taoist priest, aren't you afraid of bringing bad consequences and bad karma by doing such perverse things?"

Wang Yi was surprised and asked back: "How can it be considered as doing something against the will of others for me to help Buddhism get rid of its superficial appearance? I am following the righteous and holy path, so how can there be any bad consequences and bad karma?"

"The right path? The holy path? Ha... I think you are practicing the devil's way! There are always people better than you, Taoist priest, you'd better stop in time!"

Master Fuju put his hands together, his eyes gradually turned cold. As a veteran grandmaster, even if he couldn't see through the opponent's true colors, he was still confident that he could win the battle. Without such confidence, he would not be qualified to reach this point.

Wang Yi smiled slightly and asked, "The devil's way? What is the devil's way? To be merciful and save people, you can't just talk nonsense, you have to put aside some of the splendor and save the poor people, right?"

Master Fuju's face darkened, and he was too lazy to say any more nonsense. He gathered the mighty Buddha power in his right palm, and then he pushed it out straight. A golden Buddha palm condensed and came out, carrying the force of a tidal wave, and slapped towards Wang Yi's face.

A hurricane suddenly arose and disappeared in an instant. Wang Yi did not see any movement. The golden Buddha's palm stopped abruptly an inch away from his face, and then weathered away without causing any ripples.

Master Fuju's eyes flashed with surprise. He could feel that there was an invisible aura around the Taoist in front of him. This aura was mysterious and contained a kind of Taoist connotation that encompassed everything in the world.

"Amitabha, since the Taoist priest refuses to repent, I have no choice but to offend him!" Master Fuju shouted in a low voice, and the Buddha's light around him surged. A golden arhat covered his body, and the Prajna Buddha's will filled the void. The Buddha's palm was as heavy as a mountain and fell on Wang Yi's head.

The void trembled, and in the golden light, a hurricane suddenly arose, blowing the neat and new interior into chaos, and the desk was instantly turned into flying wood chips.

"Hmm... Does having a bigger fist mean the truth? If so, it seems my fist is the biggest."

Wang Yi's eyes were like torches, and he stood up slowly but actually quickly. He raised his right hand and clenched it casually, as if he was holding the entire starry sky in his palm.

"Print name, Starry Sky!"

Before he finished speaking, his fists fell like the sky falling. Boom! The wind roared and resounded through the night sky. A mighty hurricane rose up, sweeping up wood chips and paper scraps.

"Oh!"

With a loud bang, the golden Arhat shattered and turned into countless golden light spots that disappeared into nothingness. The jade-white fist lightly hit Master Fukuju's chest.

Master Fuju's mouth was filled with blood, and his face was filled with astonishment as he flew into the air. He was swept away by a huge force and flew backwards, crashing through the wooden wall of the Sutra Pavilion and falling downwards.

Wang Yi walked through the void, and in the whistling sound of the wind, he appeared behind Master Fuju. He took a step, raised his hand, lowered his waist, turned sideways, stretched his body backwards, and then released it like a bowstring. The whole person collapsed like a sacred mountain, and the Starry Sky Seal fell down again.

Master Fuju's face changed with shock, and the true energy in his body burst out and condensed into a golden Buddhist bell that tightly covered him.

Dang! Snap...

Amid the loud and clear sounds, the protective golden bell began to crack, and under the impact of an unimaginable force, it turned into countless golden dots and disappeared into nothingness.

Amid the sound of bones cracking, Master Fuju felt as if he was struck by lightning. He screamed again, spurted out a mouthful of dirty blood, and fell heavily to the bluestone ground below.

boom!
Dust and sand swept in, gravel flew, and the bluestone ground cracked like a spider web. A hurricane came and blew away the dust and sand, revealing a three-inch deep pit in the shape of a human.

The Jinyiwei looked at Wang Yi with even more awe. How majestic was this monk just now? The divine power that trampled the imperial palace under his feet was really like the real Buddha coming to the world.

But Master Taiyi only threw two punches and beat such a strong man like a dead dog. His strength is really like that of an immortal or god, and it is unfathomable.

"What kind of practice is this?" Master Fuju raised his head with difficulty and looked at Wang Yi, who was holding his hands behind his back. An indescribable fear surged in his heart, as well as deep regret and despair. Strong! Especially the huge force, which was too strong to make any sense! The body-protecting true energy was as fragile as window paper in front of him. If the other party had not intended to kill him, he would have died with just one punch.

Now his path to immortality was cut off, as the opponent's two punches had shattered his life-long accumulation of strength. Unless he could enjoy the immortal spring alone, there would be a slight chance to continue his path to immortality, but was that possible?

"Is my fist big?" Wang Yi stood at the edge of the pit and looked down at Master Fuju, who had a dejected look on his face.

"Not only is it big, it's also very hard! Hehe, you old bald donkey, how long has it been since you last set foot in the world? How dare you come here to challenge Yizhu to a fistfight!"

Tong Guan floated over, and before he arrived, his clear voice could be heard from afar. All the Jinyiwei shuddered at the same time, and hurriedly lowered their heads to look down, as if the person did not exist.

Master Fuju was bleeding from his mouth and nose. He used his true energy to forcefully close his broken bones and tendons, temporarily suppressing the injuries in his body.

He climbed out of the human-shaped pit with difficulty. He put his hands together and said respectfully: "In this world, there is probably no fist bigger than the Taoist's... I have just entered the world and I don't understand many things. I hope you can forgive me if I have offended you."

He had to give in. He had no choice but to give in. He was at the mercy of others. If he didn't lower his posture at this time, he would probably die. He was almost devastated by the hopelessness of immortality. If he hadn't still cared about Buddhism, he would have thought of sitting and dying on the spot.

Wang Yi raised his hand and clenched his fist. He looked down at his jade-white fist and nodded, saying, "The fist is power, the fist is truth. It's very plain and simple, isn't it?"

Master Fuju nodded silently: "Master, you have spared my life. I think you have something to tell me. Please tell me clearly."

"There are several divine lands overseas, where there are countries and believers. I think Buddhism can go beyond the Nine Provinces to have a look." Wang Yi's words were plain, but revealed no doubt.

Tong Guan snorted lightly, "The Lord Yi is kind and has pointed out a way out for you Buddhists." He shook his hand and threw out a sea chart, "This is a sea chart to Dongying Island. The court will facilitate the migration of Buddhists. In the future, this Central Plains will only be the land of the ancient Buddhas. The old Buddhist system will no longer work."

Master Fuju's body trembled slightly, and his hand holding the sea chart couldn't stop shaking. He raised his head and said dryly: "Master, do you really want to destroy Buddhism?!"

At the end of the Eastern Han Dynasty, Emperor Ming was watching the stars at night when he suddenly saw a golden man in his dream, like a meteor across the sky, and then gracefully descended into the majestic palace. The golden man was solemn and dignified, and the light was so bright that it made people feel awe.

After Emperor Ming woke up, he summoned his ministers to ask what the vision meant. After some discussion, some of the ministers recognized that it was the manifestation of the great Western saint Buddha.

Upon hearing this, Emperor Ming was yearning for it and determined to seek the true meaning of Buddhism. He ordered 18 talented people including General Cai Yin to leave Chang'an and cross the vast Gobi Desert to go to the Western Regions to explore Buddhism.

After many hardships, Cai Yin and his companions finally met two eminent monks, Zhu Falan and Shemoteng, in a holy land in the Western Regions. Cai Yin and his companions brought the Buddha statues and scriptures back to Luoyang on white horses and presented them to Emperor Ming.

When Emperor Ming saw the Buddha statues and scriptures, he was overjoyed and ordered the construction of a monastery for the two eminent monks, Zhu Falan and Shemoteng, in Luoyang City, and named it White Horse Temple.

From then on, Buddhism spread to the East.

Buddhism has gone through many hardships before it has reached its current peak. If it is relocated, the good situation will be lost overnight. Relocation is just a nice way of saying it. It is more appropriate to say it is driven away. To put it bluntly, it is an act of destroying Buddhism.

"Destroy Buddhism?" Tong Guan said with a sneer, "What do you mean by destroying Buddhism? Changing Sakyamuni to the Heavenly Lord, changing Bodhisattva to the Great Master, changing Arhat to the Venerable One, and changing monk to the Virtuous One, this is the naked destruction of Buddhism! This is the ultimate means to destroy the Buddhist tradition. What is the current order to suppress Buddhism?"

Master Fuju suddenly raised his head and looked at Tong Guan with murderous intent. If Taoist Taiyi had not been in front of him, he really wanted to fight to the death and kill the monster in front of him.

The golden statue was changed into a clay statue, the bronze statue into a stone statue, the monks were dismissed and returned home, the temples were converted into academies, the tenants were given land to live in, and the monks were registered... In his opinion, this was an absolute act of destroying Buddhism. But who would have thought that there were such vicious people in the world.

"I'm so scared." Tong Guan's strange behavior disappeared, his face turned cold, and he shouted, "Old bald donkey, the times have changed... The court intends to guide Buddhism to a new path. If you can adapt to the times, you still have a chance of survival. Otherwise, the order to suppress Buddhism will become the order to destroy Buddhism, and it will only take a change of mind for the change of the master."

Master Fuju clenched his hands tightly, and the sea chart was almost crushed in his palms. His heart was full of helplessness and struggle. He regretted leaving Changchun Valley. He hadn't felt this helpless for a long time.

"Amitabha..." Master Fuju shouted a long Buddhist chant and slowly stood up. He put his hands together and said, "Master, your fist is big. I am convinced. The Buddhist sect is willing to obey the imperial court's order and go overseas to find a new place for practice."

Tong Guan snorted and said, "Don't feel wronged, you Buddhists. Taoism and Confucianism will go to overseas China in the future, and plans to revive the various schools of thought are also being prepared... A great era of ups and downs is about to come."

"If Buddhism wants to continue to be passed down in this world, it must adapt to the tide of the times. When Buddhism first entered the Central Plains, didn't it also take advantage of the situation and adapt to the times? If Buddhism continues to cling to its old ways, it will only bring about its own destruction."

Every word was like a heavy hammer hitting Master Fukuju's heart.

His face was ashen, his hands clasped together, and he chanted in a low voice: "Amitabha, I understand. I will lead the elite Buddhists to Japan to find a new Buddhist holy land." He knew that this was the only way out the other party gave to Buddhism.

Wang Yi nodded slightly, raised his eyes to look at the bright moon in the sky, and said lightly: "Although Buddhism is gone, the Dharma will live forever. I hope you can continue to promote the Dharma and save all living beings on the island of Dongying. I believe that Buddhism will definitely open up a new world overseas."

As he spoke, an inexplicable look flashed across his eyes, and he murmured in his heart: "Buddhism and Japan, these two problems can be solved together."

Master Fuju put his hands together and bowed: "Thank you for your guidance. I will go back and prepare to lead the elite Buddhists to go overseas."

After saying this, Master Fukuju turned and left, his back gradually disappearing in the night. He came with great fanfare, but left in silence.

Tong Guan put his hands behind his back, with a playful smile on his face: "Change of ownership, this old bald donkey really knows how to deal with the times."

"The bigger the fist, the more truth. If I were in his shoes, I might make the same choice as him. So work hard to strengthen yourself, so that you can straighten your back and face all thorns calmly."

Wang Yi smiled faintly and looked up at the starry sky, but he was thinking about something more profound in his heart. The fate of Buddhism was just a small matter. What he cared about was always his own path and the absorption of the origin of heaven and earth.

Tong Guan stared at the bright moon infatuatedly, muttering: "Wulian Tianzun, Yizhu's great virtue, save all living beings..."

The more he interacted with the other party, the more he admired the other party. That wisdom as deep as the abyss, that great courage to save all living things, that tireless spirit to seek his own way...

(End of this chapter)