Great Love for All Heavens Begins with Huang Yaoshi

Chapter 1: Hiding from fate, avoiding karma, and all kinds of shackles trapping my true self

On a snowy day, among the cold plum blossoms on the peaceful lake, there were faint sounds of quarrels in the woods to the west, but in the center of the lake, there were people leisurely boating and enjoying the snow.

"Didn't you say your father was dead?"

"You cursed my father!"

On the boat, there was a man and a woman standing side by side. The man was eighteen or nineteen years old, tall and broad-shouldered, with thick eyebrows and big eyes. The woman was only fifteen or sixteen years old, but she was extremely beautiful and charming.

"No, no, no." The man said repeatedly, and then muttered softly: "Did I remember it wrong?"

The girl heard everything, her voice gentle and low:
"It's my mother. My mother died after I was born. I have never seen her."

"My father is different from your mother. Every day he either plays the piano, paints, writes poetry, plants flowers, admires the moon, practices martial arts, or tells me stories or loses his temper."

"He can cook, but he is very picky and only makes the best food."

At this point, his tone changed.

"But I hate him. I just saw him holding someone captive and wouldn't let him go. I felt sorry for him and felt he was bored being alone, so I gave him some good wine and food. He got angry and scolded me. Now I've been out for so long, and he hasn't come to look for me. He must not want me anymore."

"Humph, I hate him so much."

The man didn't understand the daughter's feelings at all, nor could he understand the meaning of the words. He said seriously:
"I still think you shouldn't quarrel with your father, let alone hate him. The Taoist uncle who taught me how to breathe, sit, walk, and sleep doesn't even let me hate my enemies, so how can you hate your father!"

The girl suddenly saw what seemed to be a floating corpse on the lake not far away. She looked closely and blurted out:

"Daddy!"

"Ah! Rong'er, the person floating on the water you said is your father!"

"No, it's impossible. His martial arts skills are so high." Huang Rong's eyes turned red. She immediately took the oar and rowed the boat, quickly approaching.

Guo Jing fished out the floating corpse immediately.

Huang Rong carefully examined the face of the floating corpse and was startled. A strange look gradually appeared on her pretty face.

I saw that this man had an extraordinarily handsome appearance and a tall figure. He looked about 70% similar to my father, but he looked only sixteen or seventeen years old.

In addition, although he was wearing a blue cloth robe, he was not dressed like a scholar. He wore a pair of very capable black arm guards on his cuffs.

"Rong'er, this is obviously a little brother who is only a few years older than you. He is not your father at all." Guo Jing said happily.

Zhuang Bu Ran was in a daze when he vaguely heard a conversation beside him, and he felt a sense of surprise and doubt in his heart.

He suddenly opened his eyes and sat up, frowning slightly and looking around, wondering where he was this time. It was definitely not the East China Sea where he had lived for three years.

Finally, he couldn't help but let his eyes fall on the beautiful girl.

Guo Jing suddenly showed surprise and whispered to the side:
"Rong'er, I've noticed that you two look alike, especially your eyes and nose. You look just like you were cast from the same mold."

Huang Rong showed her two rows of sparkling white teeth and said:
"Hey, we saved your life, shouldn't you say thank you and tell us your name?"

At this moment, the strange look in Zhuang Bu Ran's eyes became more intense. After hearing their names and looking at their faces, he knew who they were. He felt speechless and suddenly blurted out a sentence.

"He's only sixteen, and he has a fifteen-year-old daughter?"

He stood up and replied casually:
"My surname is Zhuang, and I have no fixed place to live. Thank you both for saving me."

"Rong'er, this little brother not only looks a bit like you, but also speaks with a Jiangnan accent like you."

When Guo Jing first met Huang Rong, who was dressed as a beggar, it was because her mother was from Lin'an, and the six masters who taught him were all from Jiaxing. He was accustomed to the Jiangnan accent since childhood. After returning from the south, he was extremely happy to hear Huang Rong's hometown accent and developed a sense of closeness.

Huang Rong turned a deaf ear to it, as if she hadn't heard it. Her heart was in turmoil, and she gritted her teeth secretly:

"Haha, what nonsense! This is how you treat your savior. You actually gave a fake last name."

"Where did you get this from?" Zhuang Bu Ran's face was calm.

"Hmph, I think your last name is Huang, and you've probably lived in the East China Sea area since you were a child."

Huang Rong muttered indignantly when she said this:
"Hateful! I was wondering why Daddy never came to see me. Turns out it's because this shameless old fellow has an illegitimate child outside."

Zhuang Bu Ran ignored him and looked at Guo Jing: "Excuse me, sir, what year is it today?"

"The sixteenth year of Jiading."

Zhuang Bu Ran silently calculated the period from the tenth year of Chunxi to the sixteenth year of Jiading, a full forty years. Then, a sudden feeling came over him:
"Isn't this what they call the darkest place under the lamp?"

After a while, he jumped up and landed on the shore in the blink of an eye. He then stepped on the eight trigrams and used his internal energy to check his physical condition and dry his wet clothes while immersing his mind deep in his eyebrows.

Then I saw a chaotic-colored divine picture with swirling air currents and a few lines of small words engraved on it.

[When the false is made to appear true, the true becomes false; when there is inaction, there is truth.]

Because the half-cultivated Saha Pure Land Arhat fruit he initially stole had interrupted his destiny and fortune, attracting his attention, he had now, after over two thousand journeys through the worlds, finally arrived in this parallel world, free from his pursuit. "He had crossed the heavens, falling to the ground and being crushed to pieces each time. He had endured two thousand seven hundred and thirty-nine times, a torture like being cut into pieces by a thousand cuts. He had thought that as the thirteen-year-old Huang Yaoshi, he was safe. He never imagined that after only three years of peace and stability, he would be transported to this place for no apparent reason."

Zhuang Bu Ran's eyes were deep:
"Who is the peak at the end of the secret path? Once I see it, the true path becomes empty. Only when my realm is equal to that of the Arhats in the Pure Land of Saha will I be discovered. Who said this in the first place?"

[When stealing the Dao Fruit, I consumed too much, leaving some gaps. I have now repaired it. To keep it safe, I came to this parallel world.]

The divine picture is quite spiritual, revealing a line of small words.

Zhuang Buyan was silent for a while, then said:
"At first, I just wanted you to use your best abilities to help me get down to earth and ascend to heaven in one step."

"Who would have thought that they would just kill and not bury the body, leaving behind so much trouble? I really deserve it."

[Remember: The image owner stole half of the fruit of the Pure Land Arhat of Saha, and has been caught in an endless struggle for the Tao.]

He is one of the three thousand Buddha's disciples chosen by the Saha Pure Land. He is an Arhat who has purified his six senses, eliminated ignorance and afflictions, and has escaped birth and death and attained Nirvana. He ranks eighty-seventh among the three thousand Buddha's disciples and is also one of the candidates for the future Buddha.

"So, besides the dispute with him, there is also a dispute among the three thousand Buddha disciples?"

[The owner of the picture can do something unethical and try to compete for the position of the Buddha in the Pure Land of Saha.]

"What's the benefit?"

The Tathagata of the Saha Pure Land can use wisdom and other methods to destroy the unwholesome methods such as greed, anger, and ignorance, eliminate the suffering of birth and death, and obtain the supreme enlightenment. He should reveal the Buddhist teachings and save all living beings.

"Top quality cattle and horses!"

Zhuang Bu Ran didn't hesitate at all:
"Can you give up?"

According to Buddhist principles, all dharmas are created or destroyed according to the law of cause and effect, so there is no such thing as giving up.

"I don't know when it started, but I can't stand the words 'involution' and 'corporate slavery'."

Zhuang Bu Ran said in a low voice:
"I didn't expect to have such a wonderful encounter, but I still couldn't escape the fate of being an ox or a horse."

[Also, the owner of the diagram must remember that, in order to repair the missing parts, I have once again expended too much energy, and now I have no more energy left. I only have the basic ability to conceal the secrets of the heavens and cross the heavens.]

"How do I recover?"

[Once the subject reaches the realm of Arhat in the Pure Land of Saha, he can begin to cultivate and slowly recover.]

When Zhuang Bu Ran saw this line of small words, the corner of his mouth twitched. He didn't know why he had become accustomed to it and it was really unreliable. Once used, it would be permanently blocked. It was really a scam as always.

With a slight movement of his mind, the divine image dissipated, revealing a vague and illusory half-body Arhat statue, which vibrated with divine sound:
"You are the Great Compassionate and Unselfish Arhat. To attain the status of a Bodhisattva, you have decided to follow the example of the sages who have gone before you and attain enlightenment in your dreams. Now, in your sleep, you are traveling through the three thousand worlds."

Zhuang Bu Ran said indifferently, "What Arhat is Dabei?"

The half-body arhat statue has an ethereal voice: "Great Compassionate and Selfless Arhat."

"What is Wuxin Arhat?"

"Great Compassion and Selfless Arhat."

"What kind of heart is this?"

"Great Compassion and Selfless Arhat."

"This half of the Arhat Dao Fruit is still the same as before, an ignorant and unconscious idiot."

Zhuang Bu Ran said in a low voice:
"You're crying at the wrong grave, get out!"

"You travel through the three thousand worlds, and you can manifest your reward body, response body, and mind body." The voice of the half-body arhat statue was ethereal and without any emotional fluctuations:

"By seeking the supreme Bodhi with wisdom, and transforming sentient beings with compassion, one can cultivate the Bodhisattva path in the heavens and all realms and retrieve the fruit of enlightenment."

"Now that you have retrieved the Vajra fruit, I hope you will not forget your original aspiration and attain the true fruit of a Bodhisattva."

The divine sound emitted by the half-body arhat statue gradually disappeared, and its figure disappeared without a trace.

When Zhuang Bu Ran heard about the Vajra Fruit, he couldn't help but think of his previous life as Huang Yaoshi, and associated the origins of his martial arts, so he decided to look for the Xiaoyao Sect's martial arts.

Later, on the way, he used lime and poison made according to pharmacology to kill many bandits. Unexpectedly, half of the Arhat fruit actually had a spiritual effect and brought him retribution.

Perhaps he inherited Huang Yaoshi's luck and really obtained the fragments of the Xiaoyao Sect's martial arts. He then came to the East China Sea, found Peach Blossom Island, and secluded himself there to practice martial arts for three years.

When he had achieved some success, he got inspired and started practicing boxing in the waves of rivers and seas, but was unexpectedly brought to a parallel world of The Legend of the Condor Heroes forty years later.

"Upholding righteousness and dispelling evil, eradicating wickedness and evildoing, and showing compassion to the world, half an Arhat fruit will bring down corresponding rewards. After all, the debt I shouldered was not in vain."

He suddenly showed a trace of melancholy and murmured softly:

"I am truly hiding from the will of Heaven, avoiding karma, and being shackled by all kinds of shackles."

(End of this chapter)