The Eastern Emperor of all Heavens did not wish to become a Buddha.

Chapter 1 One must have backbone
This is a spacious mansion with long, winding courtyards made of blue bricks, bearing the marks of time.

However, the vermilion gate was half-open and half-closed, with a pale white burlap sash tied to the door knocker, clearly indicating that a funeral had taken place.

Even the two majestic stone lions in front of the gate were now covered with mourning cloths, carrying a sense of sorrow and grief.

Just then, the vermilion gate opened, and several figures walked out, led by a middle-aged man dressed as a wealthy man.

At this moment, he was speaking to a figure beside him with great enthusiasm, looking extremely grateful.

He was an elderly monk with a wrinkled face, wearing a slightly worn-out robe.

Despite his simple attire, the old monk exuded a subtle Zen-like aura, giving him the timeless Buddhist charm of an enlightened monk.

The old monk held a string of jade prayer beads in his hand. Most of them were crystal clear and dazzling, emitting a faint blue light that brought peace to the mind.

However, among these prayer beads was a dark purple, dull round bead that stood out from the rest.

Beside the old monk was a young monk who looked to be seventeen or eighteen years old. He had beautiful eyebrows and eyes like scattered stars, and a straight nose like carved jade. His monk's robe was fluttering in the wind, outlining his slender and upright figure, making him look exceptionally handsome.

At this moment, the young monk looked slightly dazed, as if he had encountered something he could not understand.

Amidst the profuse thanks of the middle-aged man who appeared to be a wealthy man, the old monk led the young monk away from the mansion.

Along the way, the young monk kept glancing at the old monk beside him, looking as if he wanted to say something but hesitated.

The old monk fiddled with the jade prayer beads in his hand and slowly walked forward, seemingly completely unaware of the young monk's gaze.

After an unknown amount of time, the young monk finally couldn't help but speak up: "Master... no, Master, you just displayed Buddhist supernatural powers? Are you a cultivator?"

"Oh?"

Hearing the young monk's words, the old monk stopped, a slight smile curving his lips and a faint glint in his eyes: "Didn't you refuse to become my disciple? Why are you calling me master?"

"I"

The young monk hesitated slightly, inwardly complaining:
Who the hell knew that you, this seemingly unremarkable old monk, were actually a cultivator!

The little monk is not from this world, but a transmigrator from Earth whose original name is Zhong Xu.

In his previous life, he was an ordinary, model young man in the Great Foodie Empire, going to school and working normally. He thought he would marry an ordinary woman, have children, and live a simple yet fulfilling life.

Who would have thought that he would be accidentally sent to this world by a dump truck.

Zhong Xu didn't know why he had transmigrated into the body of this little monk; he had no memories of this body.

After he woke up, he followed the old monk in front of him.

The old monk said that he had a deep Buddhist mind and was a born Buddhist, and he had always wanted him to become his disciple.

But for Zhong Xu, a transmigrator who considered himself to be impure, asking him to give up alcohol and meat and spend his life with only a Buddhist lamp and a Buddha was harder than killing him, so he naturally wouldn't agree.

Even if Zhong Xu starved to death or died outside, he would never become a monk.

A person should have backbone!

This was Zhong Xu's previous idea.

Originally, he wanted to find an opportunity to secretly leave the old monk and then plan his future.

But what he saw and heard today directly changed his mind.

This isn't some ordinary ancient world, it's a world of immortals and heroes!

Zhong Xu saw a ghost today.

Seeing a ghost in the literal sense.

A vengeful ghost. And the seemingly ordinary old monk in front of him actually unleashed Buddhist supernatural powers like those in a blockbuster movie.

With a single palm strike, golden light illuminated the heavens and earth, blinding Zhong Xu completely.

The magnificent and spectacular battle scene shattered his long-held scientific worldview.

This old monk was actually a cultivator of immortality, or rather, a cultivator of Buddhism!
What are you waiting for?
Zhong Xu refused to become the monk's disciple because he didn't know the old monk's identity.

Now that he has the opportunity to become a cultivator, he is no longer concerned about whether or not to become a monk.

As the saying goes, if you don't take what Heaven gives you, you'll suffer the consequences!
As for the original idea, times have changed, and one must know how to adapt to circumstances!
As a member of the great foodie empire on Earth, who doesn't dream of cultivating immortality, wanting to be like the legendary sword immortals, traveling to the North Sea in the morning and Cangwu in the evening, roaming freely between heaven and earth, their swords flashing across nineteen provinces, or even attaining immortality?

'Well'

Thinking of this, Zhong Xu suddenly realized that the old monk in front of him seemed to be a Buddhist cultivator, whose style was quite different from the carefree sword immortal he had imagined.

After a long pause, he shook his head to himself.

I can't worry about that now. I'll get my hands on the cultivation method first. At worst, I can return to secular life after I've achieved some success in my cultivation!

Since Buddhist practitioners like the old monk exist in this world, there should also be Taoist practitioners, sword practitioners, demonic practitioners, and so on.

Aren't all the transmigrators in novels practitioners of Buddhism, Taoism, Confucianism, demonism, and gods?

These days, you'd be embarrassed to call yourself a time traveler if you didn't have a mix of seven or eight different systems.

Once you've achieved great success in your cultivation, you can practice several different methods, change your style, and become a true sword immortal—it won't be too late.

As long as one can seize this opportunity to acquire extraordinary power, being a monk for a period of time is not a big deal.

Thinking about this, Zhong Xu couldn't help but give himself a thumbs up for his foresight; he had already planned for his future even before he had begun his cultivation.

As for the idea of ​​leaving the old monk to find another cultivation sect to become an apprentice to, Zhong Xu never even considered it.

Although he was a young man, he had memories from before he transmigrated, and his mind was already mature. He naturally understood the principle that the law should not be easily passed on.

I won't say whether I might join another sect after leaving the old monk and obtain the true method of cultivating immortality.

It's uncertain whether an ordinary person like himself would encounter danger in this world after leaving the old monk.

After all, this is a real world of immortals and heroes, and Zhong Xu had personally witnessed a vengeful ghost.

Now that the old monk is right in front of him, claiming to be a natural-born Buddha or some kind of cultivation genius, Zhong Xu naturally wants to seize the opportunity to become his disciple and obtain the cultivation techniques first.

“Master, today I witnessed you displaying the supernatural powers of Buddhism, and I was suddenly enlightened by it, achieving a great awakening and understanding the true meaning of Buddhism.”

Zhong Xu had a solemn expression on his face. Under the sunlight, his body seemed to radiate a faint Buddhist light, giving him a dignified and majestic appearance.

“I think Master is right. I am a born Buddhist disciple and the hope for the future rise of Buddhism. I hope Master can pass on the Great Law so that I can cultivate for the rise of Buddhism.”

At this point, Zhong Xu clasped his hands together, his monk's robe fluttering, looking as if he had seen through the illusions of the world and attained enlightenment.

If it weren't for the fact that his body was still quite young, he would really look like a highly virtuous monk.

However, upon seeing his performance, the old monk's fingers, which were moving the jade prayer beads, paused slightly, and the corner of his mouth twitched involuntarily.

Fortunately, after spending so many days together, the old monk had become familiar with his disciple's unconventional personality. He uttered a Buddhist chant in a low voice to calm his emotions.

Then, he lightly lifted his foot, ignoring the disciple, and continued walking into the distance.

"Hey, Master, wait for me!"

Seeing the old monk leave, Zhong Xu instantly lost his composure, his Buddhist aura vanished, and he hurriedly followed after him.

(End of this chapter)