The Heavens Start to Reverse Fate from Martial Arts

Chapter 146: Journey to the West to Obtain Scriptures, the Road to Gathering Fortune

Japan, Imperial Palace.

At this time in the capital of Japan, yellow sails stood in rows, swastika flags fluttered in the wind, and most of the people walking on the streets were Buddhist disciples in yellow robes. The guards at the city gates and on the city walls were all burly warrior monks.

The capital of Japan, the Emperor's Palace.

At this time, the atmosphere in the palace was solemn and depressing.

The soft couches on both sides were filled with kneeling Japanese generals and officials. They knelt with their heads bowed with nervous expressions and communicated with each other carefully with their eye contact.

Behind them are solemn-looking monks holding sticks. They are burly and surrounded by murderous aura, like angry Vajra.

"Amitabha……"

The long and melodious Buddhist sounds resounded and were clearly heard by everyone.

In an instant, everyone's eyes were focused on the seat above, where the Emperor of Japan and the chief monk of Buddhism, Master Fukui, were sitting together.

In front of the two, the Buddhist disciple Xu Zhu, wearing a bright red cassock, stood quietly with his hands clasped together and his head bowed. At this moment, his aura was as restrained as the abyss, his ugly face was full of gentleness and compassion, and his temperament was full of Buddhist spirit.

The Emperor of Japan had an indifferent expression as he looked at Master Fukui, who had a compassionate face beside him, and the Buddhist monks who were sitting quietly in the hall. His heart was filled with tremendous hatred, but also with helplessness, fear, and deep powerlessness and fear.

After finally getting rid of the constraints of the native Buddhism in Japan, and before he could start his revival, he welcomed this group of bald men from the Song Dynasty. This group of damn bald men was even more shameless and hateful than the original Japanese Buddhism.

In the past, if Japanese Buddhism wanted to interfere in the political power, it would be more restrained in its actions. But this group of bastards are simply a group of unreasonable bandits and robbers. They are so unscrupulous in controlling the military and political affairs of Japan.

The Emperor of Japan gritted his teeth secretly, thinking of the tragic experiences he had experienced in the past ten years, and the anger in his heart could not be stopped.

If the swordsman Miyamoto Musashi was not so vulnerable, if the generals were not so useless, if the warriors were not so cowardly and useless, how could the capital city of the Imperial Palace be controlled so easily by the enemy? How could Japan have fallen to such a fate?
Although he was filled with hatred, he still did not dare to show it on his face. By now, Buddhism had already controlled every aspect of Japan, and the chance of turning things around was almost slim. He had lofty ambitions, but what could he do?

The Emperor of Japan forced a smile and asked, "Your Excellency, is there anything important happening today..."

Master Fuju's eyes slightly wavered, and he clasped his hands together and said calmly: "Amitabha, the Buddhist disciple is about to travel west to the East Land Daxia to seek the true scriptures. This matter concerns the future of Buddhism and the future of Japan, and needs to be discussed carefully."

At the present time, the Song Dynasty in the Middle Earth was developing in full swing. After the publication of "General Outline of Martial Arts in the World", it was like a raging fire, setting off a magnificent martial arts boom.

Taoism, Confucianism, the gradually flourishing schools of thought, the numerous sects and forces, the strong men from the surrounding countries. Countless strong men, for the ranking of the three lists of heaven, earth and man, set off a magnificent era.

This grand scene was possible because at the same time that "The General Outline of Martial Arts in the World" was being printed throughout the country, an important piece of information was published in the Daxia Gazette.

The top three on the Heavenly Ranking can enter the Bianliang Sutra Pavilion once a year to meet Taiyi Zhenren, ask for answers to their questions, and receive an elixir.

The top three on the Earth Ranking can enter the Treasure House to choose a martial art at the Grandmaster level, and will be rewarded with a Millennium Great Rejuvenation Pill.

The top three on the human list can enter the Treasure House to choose a master-level martial art, and will be rewarded with a Hundred Years Great Rejuvenation Pill.

Once this news spread throughout Kyushu and beyond, it caused a huge wave, and the beginning of a great era began.

He wanted to join in, and so did the Buddhist sect. But Master Taiyi refused to let him go, so he didn't dare, and neither did the Buddhist sect.

"General Outline of Martial Arts in the World" is the crystallization of the wisdom of Taiyi Zhenren's inner qi martial arts. This treasure of wisdom has been published all over the world and radiated to neighboring countries, but it has imposed the most stringent ban on Buddhism and Japan.

Master Fukuju sighed inwardly. He had the "General Outline of Martial Arts in the World" in his hand, but he only dared to spread it among the high-ranking Buddhists in a small range, for fear that it would accidentally spread to Japan, and then the Buddhists would not be able to withstand the wrath of Master Taiyi.

He and many other Buddhist monks were very worried.

If Buddhism missed such a turbulent era, what would be its future?

I am afraid that the three major doctrines will become the least of the hundreds of schools of thought, which is something that the Buddhist community does not want to see.

After much thought, he personally copied his insights into martial arts and what he had gained from preaching and performing over the years and sent it to the Bianliang Sutra Pavilion.

And this journey to the West to obtain Buddhist scriptures is the test given to Buddhism by Taoist Taiyi!

"Eastern Great Xia?" The Emperor of Japan looked puzzled.

"In order to seek the full support of Master Taiyi, the Song government vowed to restore the unification of the Xia Dynasty, and declared that it would recover the Sixteen Prefectures of Yanyun, wipe out the surrounding countries, and when it unified the territory, it would change the country's name to Xia and establish the Great Xia Dynasty where the sun never sets. This statement was spread throughout the world through the Great Xia official newspaper, causing quite a stir."

Master Fuju's expression was complicated and difficult to understand, and he became more and more awed by Master Taiyi's methods. The words of the Song official almost established his unshakable transcendent status in the Song Dynasty.

Even if the emperor of the Song Dynasty died, the emperors of later generations would have to follow the oath of the previous emperor, otherwise they would be unfilial and immoral. If one is not worthy of the position, how can he hold the throne securely?

Upon hearing this, all the monks were silent. On the other hand, the Japanese rulers and ministers were all shocked.

"What? Unify the territory, the Great Xia Immortal Dynasty? Although the Song Dynasty is rich, it is militarily weak. This... such nonsense? How can the Immortal Taiyi believe it?" The Emperor of Japan looked puzzled.

The name of Taiyi Immortal was not only well-known in the Song Dynasty and the surrounding countries, but also in Japan, which was across the sea. Not only in Japan, but also in all the countries that had trade relations with the Song Dynasty, the legend of Taiyi Immortal was spread.

Master Fu Ju was indifferent for a moment, then sighed, "He doesn't care. It doesn't matter whether the Song official is talking nonsense or not. What matters is that it helps Him preach and perform the Dharma, and save the common people. He is not him. Master Taiyi is close to the way of heaven..."

This trip to Bianliang had left him with deep feelings. The growing power of the Song Dynasty was only secondary. What really shocked him was the increasingly vast aura of Taoist Taiyi.

In the past ten years, he has not stood still. He has gained a lot from preaching and performing, not only recovering from his injuries, but also taking a small step forward in strength.

I thought that even if I still couldn't defeat Taiyi Taoist, it would not be difficult to survive under his hands, but who would have thought that the gap would become larger and larger... "Heavenly Way? God? Bathing in the grace of God, it really makes people envious..."

The Japanese Emperor murmured with envy, and many Japanese generals and officials in the palace also had envy on their faces. They claimed to be descendants of gods, but when had they ever been blessed by gods?

Many of the monks in the hall had disdain in their eyes, and after disdain came nostalgia. They... missed the Central Plains...

Master Fuju shook his head slightly, looked at Xu Zhu who was bowing his head and saying nothing, and said solemnly: "Xu Zhu, this journey to the West to obtain the scriptures is a heavy responsibility, which concerns the future prosperity of Buddhism. The road to obtain the scriptures is rugged and full of dangers. The Central Plains Taoism may be in turmoil, and other forces will also wait for an opportunity to act."

At this point, his face became solemn, and he emphasized, "Remember, anyone who attempts to hinder the return of Buddhism to the Central Plains is a foreign demon. You should maintain a compassionate mind, practice the ways of destroying demons, use the righteous Dharma to defeat evil spirits, and retrieve the true scriptures for our Buddhism."

As Master Fuju spoke, a flash of worry flashed across his eyes. After ten years, even though he and the monks had taught with all their heart, Xu Zhu had only just barely entered the innate realm.

Such strength barely made it onto the human rankings, but compared to the geniuses of other sects, it was far behind. Now we can only hope that the game rules set by Taiyi Taoist can be fairer...

Xu Zhu slowly raised his head under the gaze of everyone. He looked serious and solemn, put his hands together, bowed, and said firmly: "I will not let down the head monk and all the masters. No matter how many dangers and obstacles there are, I will retrieve the true scriptures and let our Buddhism return to its ancestral land in the Central Plains."

"Amitabha……"

The Buddhist music in the hall was stirring, and all the monks looked pleased. The ten years of unremitting training and teaching had finally paid off.

The sweeping monk stepped out of the crowd, clasped his hands together with a solemn expression, and asked, "Master, your strength is worthy of being included in the human rankings. If other sects and forces bully the weak, how should our Buddhist sect deal with it?"

"Bullying the weak? Humph! It's not like my Buddhist sect is without strong people. Those who try to stop my Buddhist sect from returning to the Middle-earth are all evil demons. We should deal with them with methods to subdue demons." A skinny old monk with white hair and beard frowned and snorted in a dignified manner.

"Haha... why are you being so euphemistic? If some force bullies the weak, we will also bully the weak. If a Buddhist dies, the Buddhist community will have to take someone with them to die with, right?" An old monk with a fat head and big ears had a silly smile on his face, his eyes gleaming with sharpness, and his tone was very matter-of-fact.

The other monks became quiet when they saw the three people speaking. Under the suppression and migration orders of the Song Dynasty, all the monks in the world gathered in Japan. After several twists and turns, the current Buddhist sect was formed.

The Zen Shaolin has the most powerful master, Master Fuju, as well as the three masters, the Sweeping Monk Lingjue, the Thirteenth Saint Monk Xuancheng, and the Crazy Monk Xuanchi. In addition, with a deep foundation in martial arts, it is natural that they control the core discourse power of Buddhism today.

In today's world, strength is respected, so it is useless even if you have opinions.

Master Fuju glanced at the Thirteen Supreme Saint Monks and the Crazy Monk, and said calmly: "The three disciples of Master Taiyi are all ranked in the top three of the Earth Ranking, and are the best among the Grandmasters. The three women are of the same generation as Xu Zhu. If they attack, will it be considered as bullying the weak? If so, are you two and Lingjue a match for these three women? Even if they are, who in the world dares to kill these three women?"

The Thirteen Supreme Saint Monks, the Sweeping Monk, and the Crazy Monk frowned upon hearing this. Master Taiyi was well-versed in both ancient and modern times, and had a profound understanding of Taoism. His book "General Outline of Martial Arts in the World" explained all the ultimate principles of martial arts in the world.

With their background as Grandmasters, they could only understand 40% of the content of "General Outline of World Martial Arts". It is conceivable how terrifying the strength of Taoist Taiyi is...

The strength of the disciples of such a terrifying figure can be imagined. No matter how proud the three of them were, they did not dare to speak out.

Master Fuju saw that the three men and the other monks were all silent, so he sighed softly and said, "If you are all silent, then follow my opinion."

Seeing the monks nod, he hesitated for a moment and slowly said, "In the open, the Buddhist disciple travels west alone, so that people can look down on him. In the dark, the old monk, Lingjue, Xuancheng, and Xuanchi will protect him."

As he spoke, he looked fiercely at the Sweeping Monk, the Thirteen Supreme Saint Monks, and the Mad Monk, his voice filled with murderous intent: "Remember, without the permission of this old monk, no one can interfere with the Buddhist disciples fighting the enemy. If anyone dares to disobey, this old monk will personally send him to paradise!"

Everyone in the hall was shocked when they heard this. This undisguised murderous intent made everyone understand that Master Fukuju could do what he said.

The Sweeping Monk, the Thirteen Awakening Monk, and the Mad Monk all looked solemn and said they dared not. Not to mention that the three of them did not want to die, just for the sake of reviving Buddhism, they would not allow themselves to die easily.

Xu Zhu smiled gently and said slowly: "Master, there is no need to be angry. Tribulation is a disaster, and difficulty is suffering. If you can get through it, you will become a Buddha. If you can't get through it, you will be trapped in the tribulation forever. If I want to see the sacred mountain in my heart, I will swim across with all my strength."

After hearing this, all the monks nodded their heads repeatedly, showing expressions of approval.

Master Fuju's expression eased, and he became serious. He said in a serious tone, "This is a calamity for the entire Buddhist sect. Everyone in the Buddhist sect must do their best to swim through it. If they fail to make it through, there will be no return for the Buddhist sect. When that happens, no one in the Buddhist sect will be able to survive, and we will all become the eternal sinners of the Buddhist sect."

As he spoke, he glanced at everyone present with a sharp gaze: "After the old monk and others leave, all Buddhist affairs will be decided by Xuan Bei, Xuan Ji and others."

Master Fukui said, turning his head to look at the Japanese Emperor who was standing aside with an unnatural look on his face: "I need one more thing to go to the East to obtain the true scriptures. For the future of Buddhism and Japan, I hope the king will give me some convenience."

The Emperor of Japan's expression changed slightly, and he secretly became alert in his heart. He forced a smile and said, "Please tell me, Your Excellency. It's all for Japan. I, the Emperor! If it can be done, I will naturally support it with all my strength." He emphasized the word "I, the Emperor", and there was a hint of anger in his voice.

The monks in the hall heard the anger in the words of the Japanese Emperor, and they all chose to turn a deaf ear to him, without any change in their expressions.

"According to Master Taiyi, the journey to obtain scriptures is also the journey to gather luck. However, luck is invisible and illusory, and it needs something to carry it in order to gather it."

Master Fukui stared at the Emperor of Japan. His words were calm and no emotion could be heard at all.

The Emperor of Japan felt a pang in his heart. Every time the other party spoke to him in this tone, Japan's core interests would be taken away by Buddhism. After so many experiences, this face had been deeply engraved in his heart.

"Your Excellency's words, I...this emperor, do not quite understand, please explain it more clearly..." The Emperor of Japan forced a smile.

"The symbols of the Japanese royal family, the sword of Ame-no-Kame, the eight-foot-nine magatama and the eight-foot mirror, these three items must accompany the Buddhist disciple on his pilgrimage to the west."

As soon as he finished speaking, the faces of the Japanese Emperor and the Japanese civil and military ministers present all changed in shock, followed by uncontrollable anger.

The Three Sacred Treasures were treasures bestowed upon Ninjagoddess by Amaterasu when the grandson of heaven descended, and inherited by the emperors of Japan from generation to generation. They are symbols of imperial power and divine authority, and their symbolic significance is the same as that of the imperial seal of the Central Plains court.

This is the belief of the Japanese people. What is the difference between such demands and trampling on the dignity of the Japanese?
"Baga! Old bald ass! You Buddhists should not go too far!"

A Japanese general with white hair and beard stood up with a look of rage on his face. He pointed at Master Fukui angrily, his body shaking uncontrollably.

(End of this chapter)