This is what an immortal should be like

Chapter 302 Let's go and see for ourselves.
Several months have passed since we returned from the Five-Colored Divine Peak, and now the Ullambana Festival is finally about to be held in the sacred Buddhist mountain.

Whether it be Buddhas and deities, Bodhisattvas who cut the deer, or many Arhats, monks, and Vajra protectors, almost all of them arrived at the sacred mountain on this day in their true forms to participate in this rare Ullambana Festival.

During this period, the sacred land of Lingshan was almost filled with radiant light, and there was endless chanting of sutras. The Buddha's light shone brightly in that Buddhist kingdom, and the golden Buddha would preach to many monks of the Pure Land, waiting for the gathering of all the Buddhist deities.

In addition, many forces related to Buddhism from all over the world came to pay their respects. From the heavens and the earth to rivers, lakes and even various secret realms, people, gods, demons and even monsters came to offer gifts.

Rare and exotic treasures that were rarely seen in ordinary times appeared quite common at the Ghost Festival.
In the sacred land of Lingshan, Monk Moke stood with four monks who were surrounded by Buddhist light. Some of them looked young and calm, some looked old and kind, and some looked solemn and dignified. They were all one of the Five Directions Protectors.

Although the monk Mo Ke has not yet been re-appointed, almost everyone who has seen him believes that he has been reborn and will naturally return to his rightful place.

"Our Grand Ullambana Festival at Mount Ling is held only once every sixty years. Immortals, gods, demons, and spirits from all corners of the world come to offer their congratulations. No one in the world can compare to it. Even the Heavenly Peach Banquet of yesteryear cannot compare!"

"Indeed, moreover, the World-Honored One personally preaches at our Ullambana Festival, which is a great opportunity for all beings!"

The monk Mo Ke listened to the conversation around him, but remained calm, neither agreeing nor speaking. He simply looked at the four people beside him and the Buddha light gathering in the distance, as well as the demonic energy that occasionally appeared, and a thought suddenly popped into his mind.

Do the gods and Buddhas at the Ullambana Festival also harbor inner demons, much like I once did, perhaps even incredibly powerful ones?
Monk Moke now remembers what happened very clearly, and he knows that his other self was actually much stronger.

What if all Buddhas and Venerable Ones also have this? Perhaps some are unaware, or perhaps some are actually aware, but...
"Speaking of which, it is a joyous occasion that all five of us, the Five Directions Protectors, can finally return to our positions!"

"Indeed, the World Honored One will surely re-establish your position at this grand gathering!"

Someone said this, and the others also looked at the old monk Mo Ke, interrupting his thoughts. The latter put his hands together and bowed to the others.

"Good!"

The other four also put their hands together and chanted "Goodness," looking peaceful and radiant.

The old monk Mo Ke looked serenely at the place where the Buddha's light shone brightest on Mount Ling, but he couldn't suppress a certain guess in his heart.

I wonder if the World-Honored One was the same?

As soon as this thought arose, the old monk Mo Ke suddenly felt goosebumps all over his body, as if he had sensed something, and immediately performed a Buddhist salute towards the distance.

Needless to say, this feeling was caused by the World Honored One glancing at the old monk Mo Ke. To some extent, it was also a projection of divine thought. It was probably because he had mentioned the World Honored One that the monk perceived him through his mental powers.

However, Monk Moke was not afraid, because he knew that this was not someone who could completely know what was on his mind, and since he had no ill intentions, there was no need to worry too much.

Somewhere in Lingshan, a giant golden Buddha casually preached to the many Buddhist novices surrounding him while turning his gaze back to the distance.

At this moment, the giant Buddha revealed a slight smile, and a peaceful and vast Buddha light swept across many places on Mount Ling.

It seems that after years of wandering in the human world, Mokha Jiedi is eager to return to his rightful place!

In the Buddha's mind, it must be that Maha Jiedi was anxious about whether he would regain his position as one of the Five Directions Jiedi, and ultimately could not escape this desire!
The chanting was gentle, yet it could be heard throughout the vast sacred land of Lingshan. Many newly returned Buddhist figures listened to it. Apart from the monks who were busy making final preparations for the grand event, the sacred land of Lingshan was very peaceful.

Time passes just like that; a passage seems to last only a moment, yet it also feels like a long time has passed, and a scripture often takes several days to read.

At this moment, the giant Buddha's sermon stopped, and a monk came riding on a cloud and landed beside the giant Buddha.

"Your Majesty, all the guests from all corners of the world have arrived!"

The giant golden Buddha looked up and gazed in all directions. Everywhere in the sacred land of Mount Ling was already radiant with light. Apart from Buddhist disciples, there were gods, demons, immortals, and monsters. It was no exaggeration to call it the grandest gathering in the world. Even he felt a sense of pride, thinking that he was the number one person in the world.

"Hmm, has the Great Celestial Venerable arrived?"

"Your Majesty, the Great Heavenly Venerable is in the Heavenly Realm and has not come. He has only sent his congratulatory message as is customary!"

"Ok!"

The giant Buddha nodded slightly. He was just asking politely. In reality, the Heavenly Emperor was unlikely to come. However, he suddenly thought of something, made some calculations, and then asked again.

"In that Eastern Continent, a Confucian immortal has emerged. Has he come here this time?"

The monk was slightly taken aback. He hadn't heard of a Confucian sage emerging into the world, but he couldn't very well ask that, so he immediately shook his head. "He hasn't come!"

The giant Buddha frowned slightly and asked another question.

"Have you gone to extend the invitation?"

The monk quickly replied.

"Because we did not know where the Confucian immortal was, we did not extend an invitation!"

Indeed, no invitation was extended. The monk was unaware that another Confucian immortal had been born. The World-Honored One had not mentioned it at all. If he had, how could the Confucian immortal not have been invited?
The moment the monk had this thought, the giant Buddha's expression turned slightly solemn, and a tremendous sense of oppression enveloped the monk, making him almost unable to move.

Clearly, the golden Buddha sensed that his disciple had just harbored some resentment towards him.

The monk immediately realized that the Buddha had known about his slight dissatisfaction, and quickly lowered his stiff body slightly, putting his hands together in apology.

"This was due to my oversight; I beg the World-Honored One to punish me!"

The golden Buddha's expression returned to its amiable state; the previous seriousness seemed to have changed only in an instant.

"This is indeed a crime of oversight. The Confucian Immortal cultivates righteous energy and becomes a saint through righteous thoughts in the world. He is unique and can observe the heavens and the netherworld, sweep away evil spirits and cleanse the universe. He is protected by the heavens and the earth and blessed with good fortune. If he is unwilling to come, so be it. How can we know this and not invite him?"

"The grand event will begin in three days. You must go and invite them immediately, without fail!"

"Disciple obeys the decree!"

The monk quickly responded and then hurriedly left.

The Confucian Immortal is undoubtedly a figure of great importance in the world, especially the one who emerged in recent years. Even the Buddha wanted to meet him and see what made this righteous saint so extraordinary.

After all, although all the Buddhas believed that the World Honored One had met the previous Confucian immortal, they did not know that after the battle at the Five-Colored Divine Peak five hundred years ago, the World Honored One was no longer the same World Honored One. The so-called "one Nirvana" was actually no longer the same person he once was.

The golden Buddha then thought of the Five-Colored Divine Peak. From this point of view alone, he should thank the arrogant Monkey King. If it weren't for that, he wouldn't have been able to become the World Honored One. However, now that he has "thanked" him for hundreds of years, it is all over!
The giant Buddha smiled slightly, and everything returned to tranquility. He then thought of that Confucian immortal.

Therefore, the golden Buddha statues of today have never actually seen the real Confucian immortals; they only contain some memories and feelings preserved within the golden statues.

However, sending a disciple to invite him was not merely out of curiosity; it was also because he disliked that the disciple had expressed dissatisfaction in his heart earlier, hence the order for him to go and seek him out.

The world is vast, and the time limit is only three days. If the Confucian immortal does not want people to find him, how can he be found so easily? Therefore, that disciple will surely be punished at that time.

This was the true purpose of the golden Buddha statue; it served as a small punishment to serve as a great warning!
Of course, for the golden Buddha statue, this was just a small episode before the Ullambana Festival and would not delay the grand event. But for the monk disciple who received the order, this was a big deal. He could still sense the Buddha's tone and reaction.
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Two days later, in a house next to the Hidden Immortal Valley Academy, Zhuang Lin met Xi Miao, who had just returned from Little Sacred Mountain, and learned some unexpected news.

"You mean, the Buddha of the Sacred Mountain is sending someone to find me, wanting to invite me to the Ullambana Festival?"

Zhuang Lin looked surprised, while Xi Miao nodded with a smile.

"That's right. That monk was a disciple of the World-Honored One. He was reprimanded for his incompetence, for forgetting to invite the Confucian Immortal. Now there's only one day left, and he's extremely anxious. Two days ago, when he left Mount Ling, he sought help from everyone he could, including the Bodhisattva Erxiang Tianyin."

"The Bodhisattva Tianyin is known for his willingness to help others, so he pointed him in the right direction and said that since the Confucian Immortal has indeed appeared in the world of the Eastern Continent, he can come to Little Holy Mountain to have his fortune told, and there may be a glimmer of hope."

A glimmer of hope? They're not inviting a single person, is that really the case?
Zhuang Lin was still pondering when Xi Miao asked again.

"Sir, are you going or not? I'll just tell him to wait at Little Sacred Mountain while I go and investigate. If you don't go, I'll tell him I can't find you!"

"Go, why not go?"

Zhuang Lin appeared calm, but a hint of excitement lingered in his heart.

"The Great Ullambana Festival is a rare opportunity to see just how many opponents we will face!"

(End of this chapter)