Great Love for All Heavens Begins with Huang Yaoshi

Chapter 53 How to become a Buddha without going crazy

"Master, this is a gift from my old friend Mr. Murong." Jiumozhi said with a serious face:
"He has passed away now, but now, to fulfill the promise we made, I am forced to exchange the Shaolin secret techniques he gave me for the Six Meridians Divine Sword."

"I had already made plans. After I obtained the sword technique, I didn't even bother to look at it. I took it directly to Gusu and burned it in front of Mr. Murong's grave as a memorial."

"What a kind and righteous Mahavairocana." Zhuang Bu Ran showed a hint of joy:
"The monk has not practiced enough. He is unwilling to cultivate so-called good deeds in his life. He only loves to kill and set fires."

"For someone like you who loves to tell lies and deceive people, I can't help but harbor murderous intentions. What do you think I should do, Lord Ming?"

Without waiting for Jiumozhi to reply, he directly proposed:
"Let's exchange one life for another. Go and kill Murong Fu, and I'll let you live."

After hearing this, everyone couldn't believe for a moment that this was a monk from Shaolin Temple.

He is so moody and unbridled, he really doesn't seem like an outsider, and he has a weird temperament that makes people feel uncomfortable no matter how you look at him.

Jiumozhi's eyebrows couldn't help but twitch, and he felt that beneath the young monk's casual and lazy face, there was a great danger hidden. He immediately spoke solemnly:
"Young Master, I never kill any living being, and the son of my old friend has done nothing wrong."

Zhuang Bu Ran said meaningfully:
"Everything started with the Gusu Murong clan. If that's the case, isn't it only natural that a son should pay his father's debts?"

"Even though I've been in Tibet for a long time, I've heard of your great name. You're acting so recklessly. Don't you fear the various precepts and rules of the Shaolin Temple?"

Jiumozhi frowned deeply, as if he was very confused. Shaolin Temple was obviously the most prestigious and upright sect in the martial arts world, so how could such a disciple suddenly appear?

"If Ming Wang hadn't told me, I would have almost forgotten that I had left the temple without permission. I had already violated the precepts and temple rules, so I wouldn't mind a few more."

Zhuang Bu Ran's smile remained unchanged:
"May I ask if the King would exchange one life for another?"

"I have long said that monks should be compassionate and never kill."

After Jiumozhi finished speaking, he secretly used all his strength, fearing that he had been ambushed.

"The vast world of Jianghu is built on the blood of countless lives."

The young monk's eyes were deep:

"If you don't kill, why are you hanging around in the underworld? Why are you practicing martial arts?"

The vines around his waist grew wildly, then broke off into dozens of vines, spreading to all parts of the Zen room. Thousands of sharp thorns appeared on the pale green vines, and countless white flowers burst out like magic. The petals were as crystal clear as jade and exquisitely translucent.

The vines on the young monk's belt were like spirit snakes, draping over his body.

"This is the Circulating Earth Power. Please taste it, and let me see if the reputation you have earned in the martial arts world is just paper."

No one in the room expected that the young monk would change his attitude faster than turning the pages of a book. He started fighting straight away, using his magic-like martial arts to attack the vines and strange flowers that were rapidly approaching him.

In an instant, the room was filled with sword energy and flying knives.

"The Six Meridians Divine Sword was used to form the Six Meridians Divine Sword Formation. It's a pity that one meridian is missing, otherwise the power should be three times stronger."

Zhuang Bu Ran looked at Jiumozhi, who was surrounded by flames, leisurely:

"This sword technique that transforms energy into form should be no less powerful than the Six Meridians Divine Sword. Why King Ming is so obsessed with the invisible sword technique is truly baffling to me. If you have the time, why not cultivate your own martial arts to a higher level?"

"Wouldn't it be even more satisfying to come to Tianlong Temple and trample their temple treasures into the mud?"

Several people looked solemn and said nothing, but they discovered that the thorns of the vines were pitch black and obviously contained a strong poison.

Although the strange flowers that were hit by him were broken into pieces, their petals were tough and hard to break, and there were so many of them that they all flew towards him.

It was impossible to concentrate on talking like this, for fear that one would be harmed by the poisonous thorns and petals if not careful.

"The Circulating Earth Energy has six transformations. The 'Immortal Vine' in the first three transformations is a fool's dream, the 'Snake Fang Thorn' is the fang of a poisonous snake, and the 'Evil Ghost Thorn' is a curse from hell."

The young monk raised his hand, and a few petals flew to his fingertips:

"These three are caused by stupidity, anger, and resentment. Therefore, the more resentment and delusion a cultivator harbors, the stronger the power of these three transformations will be." Jiumozhi struck the flame knife a few times, temporarily clearing away the surrounding vines and petals, creating space, and said:
"Amitabha, the young master must have been a monk since childhood, so how could he have such deep ignorance, anger, and resentment?"

"Everyone has the three poisons of greed, anger, and ignorance. Perhaps monks are born with these three poisons thousands of times more than ordinary people."

Zhuang Bu Ran's expression was calm:
"Or perhaps the monk committed too many evil deeds and committed too many sins in his previous life, which led him to comprehend this kind of martial arts."

After he said that, he gently picked up a few petals, and with a smile on his face, the petals shot out like arrows.

Before the six people could react, their clothes were torn by the petals and blood was dripping.

Then he felt the silent petals, which not only carried infinite power but also penetrated his meridians. He was knocked against the wall, leaving several deep human-shaped marks.

Fortunately, when they were knocked away just now, the dense vines retreated to both sides, otherwise they would have been hit by the sharp thorns of the vines.

Everyone fell to the ground, half-knelt and coughed up blood. Everyone's face was extremely pale, and their breath was like a candle in the wind.

"Evil monk, you've ruined my martial arts!"

Bencan raised his pale face and roared angrily at the young monk.

"The monk suddenly realized that for a Jianghu person, the thing more terrifying than death is losing the martial arts skills they have painstakingly cultivated for many years."

Zhuang Bu Ran tilted his head in boredom:

"If that's the case, crippling your martial arts would probably make you feel worse than death, so why not do it?"

Master Kurong's Zen power was broken, and the half-robust and half-withered look on his face turned completely withered, like a dying skeleton.

He spoke with difficulty:
"Tianlong Temple and Shaolin Temple have always been on good terms. You are so reckless. Aren't you afraid of making a serious mistake? Not only will you be punished by Shaolin, but you will also be held accountable by the righteous people in the martial arts world."

"When I have nothing to do, I can't help but feel the urge to test the world's martial arts."

Zhuang Bu Ran said slowly:

"I just want to know who in the world, regardless of good or evil, can defeat the monk, or even kill him."

As soon as these words were spoken, the atmosphere in the Zen room fell silent.

"Little Master, you are so arrogant, don't you know that there are always people better than you and there are always higher things beyond your reach?"

Jiumozhi's face was serious:
"Also, do your words and actions today contain even a hint of Buddhist compassion?"

Zhuang Bu Ran seemed puzzled and said:
"The monk believes that his actions are truly compassionate. The endless fighting in the martial arts world stems from all kinds of aggressiveness. I am eliminating the source, thus putting an end to the war. How can this not be compassionate?"

"You are indeed an evil monk!" Jiumozhi was speechless.

"Evil monk?" Zhuang Bu Ran glanced at him.
"Ming Wang, do you know why you lost today? Although your greed, anger, and ignorance have become increasingly severe due to your martial arts training, the three poisons are still somewhat superficial."

“Anyone who achieves great things must be someone with great abilities, with eyes that can set fire to fire and a heart that can kill.”

He shook his head slightly:

"How can you become a Buddha without going crazy? You don't even understand such a simple truth. You should just go back to Tibet and live a peaceful life of vegetarianism and chanting Buddha's name."

Just as the young monk turned and walked away, he casually left behind a few words.

"A monk always does things from beginning to end. I will definitely destroy the meridians of everyone in your temple and disperse all their vital energy. Only then can I truly become a good monk with a peaceful mind!"

"you"

Abbot Benyin and others were so angry that they kept coughing up blood, but they could only helplessly watch the young monk walk out of the Zen room.

(End of this chapter)