Conferred Gods: Start with a Phoenix clone

Chapter 987 Preparing for the Second Journey to the West

Bo Yikao had a very high destiny, but his aptitude in the way of immortality was very mediocre, even worse than Jiang Ziya, and he was almost an "amateur".

It just so happens that he has a high talent in the way of incense and gods. If, like Yang Jian, a temple is built for him and some incense is provided, even if he has no method of practice, he may become a god in a few days relying on his talent.

If he becomes a god, he will go to heaven, which will conflict with Phoenix's plan.

Kill him? Afraid he'd be reincarnated into a better life.

Seal? In a few days, I will die of old age or be reincarnated.

Exile? Putting aside the question of whether it was appropriate to throw a mortal into the chaos, given Bo Yikao's exceptional destiny, perhaps within countless tens of thousands of years of chaos, or in a flash of the prehistoric world, he would become a Chaos Devil, leading a vast army to attack the prehistoric world. By then, the consequences would be even greater.

Deng Chanyu, Fenghuang and Yueguang all observed him from their own perspectives.

It is extremely difficult to make this person become an immortal.

Joining Buddhism is the best choice.

All four elements are empty, even if you know the past, it doesn’t matter anymore.

Ordinary monks cannot fool him, Yue Guang must take action personally. This is her third time in Jincheng.

Yuan Hong was also in the hall, looking at Yue Guang as if she were a liar. He warned Bo Yikao, "My dear brother, don't listen to her nagging. She's spreading rumors everywhere, saying that we're joining the Buddhist sect. That's outrageous."

Yuan Hong, the gibbon monkey, just twitched his nose twice and smelled a familiar scent from the moonlight. "You just came from Meishan, right?"

Bo Yikao was quite graceful: "Brother, you are joking. In this situation, the mountains and rivers are broken and the country is in danger. It is a pleasure for us to discuss Buddhist principles with the master in this courtyard."

The Han Kingdom was pressing forward, Haojing was in imminent danger, and the Zhou Dynasty was in danger of collapse at any moment. Bo Yikao wanted to lead his troops back to help, but his good brothers Luo Quanjia were already furious. When they heard this, they were like, "What? Big brother is coming back? Don't be ridiculous!"

Guan Shuxian, the third oldest brother, and his more than ten younger brothers made it clear that they rejected Bo Yikao. When the Han State was about to capture Haojing, he also said to Jincheng in the northwest, "We are doing well here, don't worry."

It is difficult to explain what kind of mentality it is that they would rather hand over their country to "friendly countries" than let these things fall into the hands of their own big brother. It sounds ridiculous, but the facts are right in front of us and no one can deny it.

Bo Yikao was blown by the knife-like northwest wind like an old man in his twilight years, and his former image of a gentle young man was completely gone.

Haojing had clearly refused his reinforcements. What could he do? Should he bring his own food to help, or jump into the fire pit with the generals who trusted him the most and entrusted their lives to him? His good brothers might even turn against him and devour his army.

Tired, destroy it.

There is no eternal dynasty in this world. At least the Zhou Dynasty lasted for more than 800 days, which was pretty good.

He thought about it too.

The reason why the Zhou Dynasty fell into its current situation seems to be that Ji Chang had too many descendants, and the older sons were too capable. In the end, no one was willing to submit to the other, and they killed each other, allowing the Han Dynasty to take advantage. In fact, it was the greed of the younger brothers that was at work. They could share hardships but not wealth.

In Bo Yikao's view, people's hearts are evil.

He asked, "Master, rituals and music are collapsing, and lives are suffering. In this chaotic world, how can I hold on to my true heart? How can I ensure I don't fall into hell?"

Yuan Hong was also listening nearby. Hearing the talk about hell, he couldn't help but laugh. "Don't worry, my dear brother! I can punch a hole in that damn hell with just an iron rod. Hell? Tell me, where exactly is your hell? Let me see it for myself." Moonlight laughed and said, "You little monkey! Go look at yourself in the river. Do you think you're qualified to talk to me about Buddhism?"

Yuan Hong was furious. He didn't have his stick at hand, so he drew his sword and said, "What did you say? Say it again!"

Yue Guang pointed at the furious Yuan Hong and said to Bo Yikao, "This donor Yuan is in hell."

Yuan Hong was stunned for a moment. With the help of the moonlight, it seemed as if a layer of gauze was torn off his spiritual platform.

Since leaving Meishan with his six brothers, he has been fighting all over the country under the banner of revenge for his father. He is angry when he loses a battle, angry when he wins a battle, angry when he kills people, and angry when he is rescued.

He suddenly had an epiphany.

It seemed like he had been torturing himself for decades, and the source of his anger was within his own heart.

The hell in the netherworld may be broken through by relying on the magical power of "taking the sun and the moon, shrinking thousands of mountains, and manipulating the universe", but how can one resist the hell in one's own heart?
He sat on the couch, silent. Bo Yikao solemnly asked Yue Guang, "Master, the country is on the verge of collapse. The efforts of generations of my Ji family are destroyed in an instant. Does Buddhism have any way to save me?"

The moonlight thought for a moment, then suddenly pointed outside the window. The scenery in front of him kept changing and finally froze.

Bo Yikao looked out the window and saw a young man on a crooked tree beside the cliff, biting a branch desperately, with his whole body hanging in the air on the tree.

"Donor, look, if I ask that person where his home is and how many people are in his family, how will he answer me?"

Bo Yikao didn't even think twice before answering, "That man is biting the branch. If he opens his mouth, he'll fall. He won't be able to answer."

"Then tell me, does he understand Buddhism?"

"I really don't know."

Moonlight nodded: "Yes, he can only talk about Buddhism when he is out of danger. The same goes for the donor."

She waved her hand, and the man was blown to the foot of the mountain by the wind. The man did not delay, and after bowing to the sky in thanks, he went back to the village tremblingly with sore hands and feet.

Bo Yikao seemed to be thinking about something. His current position was indeed extremely dangerous. Buddhism could not help him defeat the Han army while giving him guidance.

"Master's wisdom is truly as vast as the ocean. How can I, your disciple, comprehend the Buddhist teachings and save my people, freeing all sentient beings from the sea of ​​suffering?"

The moonlight pointed to the west and said, "In the Western world, there is the Great Leiyin Temple on Lingshan Mountain, which is a full 18,000 miles away from here. If you are interested, you can use your mortal body to come to Lingshan Mountain to seek the true scriptures and save all people in the world."

She added a reminder, "The journey is long and uninhabited, with numerous tigers, leopards, jackals, and wolves. It would be best if you take one or two guards with you when you set out. Goodbye."

The moonlight drifted away.

Bo Yikao no longer had any hope for the Zhou Kingdom, but he still wanted to save the common people, so he had to go to the West to seek the true scriptures.

Now there is only one problem left. As the commander of an army, he also knows martial arts, but his level is average. He can fight three or five ordinary soldiers, but he cannot deal with tigers, leopards, jackals and wolves.

He couldn't help but look at Yuan Hong.

(End of this chapter)