Primordial Era: Jade Cauldron Forgot to Take on Disciples

Chapter 93 Mahayana Buddhism, the bewildered Ksitigarbha

Yang Jian suddenly realized that within the storage space created in his sleeve, the copper from Shou Mountain bestowed by Daoist Duobao trembled violently.

He didn't have time to think about what was wrong.

Followed by.

"Buzz!~"

A deafening roar resounded in his mind.

It's black in front of you.

When he opened his eyes again.

Then they saw countless Buddhas, some sitting and some lying down.

Giant pillars stand tall all around, supporting the main hall.

On each of the giant pillars, a blue dragon coils.

At the very front stood a towering Buddha, radiating light and exuding boundless power.

Golden auspicious clouds enveloped the Buddha's waist; his eyes were like the sun and moon, his head was enormous like the blazing sun, and a halo of Buddha's light emanated from behind his head, exuding boundless Zen wisdom, making people want to prostrate themselves before his lotus throne.

"Benefactor, you and I have a strong affinity. Please come forward and listen to the sutra."

The Buddha's incarnation suddenly spoke, his voice loud and resonant.

As his voice rang out, all three thousand Buddhas in the arena turned to look at Yang Jian and said in unison, "Come forward and listen to the sutra."

Illusion!

It's all an illusion!

Yang Jian kept reminding himself, his demonic eye wide open, scanning the many Buddhas before him.

But they discovered that the Buddha's body was filled with a dense spiritual energy, each one shining like a bright moon in the sky.

The Buddha at the very front radiated an even stronger spiritual aura, making the other three thousand Buddhas seem like mere fireflies in comparison.

"Screw fate! A bunch of illusions, actually taking themselves seriously!"

A sense of foreboding rose in Yang Jian's mind.

Pull your legs and run.

He ran towards the exit of the main hall, but in an instant, the exit disappeared without a trace.

In its place stands a massive lotus platform.

An immense pressure emanated from the lotus throne. The Buddha had a kind and benevolent face, with ears that reached his shoulders, looking every bit the benevolent sage who was saving all sentient beings.

Yang Jian was forcibly moved to stand in front of the Buddha.

The Buddha sighed and said, "When conditions arise, thoughts arise; when thoughts arise, reality is achieved. I am the manifestation of Mahayana Buddhism within the great current of the Great Way. Touched by the thoughts in your heart, I have come to impart to you the wonderful method of universally saving all sentient beings."

Mahayana Buddhism?

Isn't this what Tang Sanzang obtained on his journey to the West?

Yang Jian was completely bewildered.

He didn't understand what this thing was.

He's neither Jin Chanzi nor Tang Sanzang; he wouldn't believe this nonsense.

Monks and the like love to lie.

Moreover, he clearly remembered that he had entered an illusion, and he still vividly remembered the sinister face of the dog-headed Taoist priest at the end.

"Screw the Great Compendium of Buddhism, I'm not going to be a monk."

Yang Jian sensed his spiritual platform, trying to find the mark of the Zhuxian Sword Qi, which prompted the Tongtian Sect Leader to intervene and break the deadlock.

He quickly froze on the spot, cold sweat pouring down his face.

Within his primordial spirit, the mark that originally represented the Zhuxian Sword Qi had vanished without a trace.

Demon Eye: "This doesn't seem like an illusion. This Buddha seems to be the very embodiment of the Great Dao. Yang Jian, who exactly are you? How did you manage to provoke something like this?"

"It was Daoist Duobao who tampered with the copper from Shou Mountain."

"What?!"

The Demon Eye let out a surprised exclamation.

Yang Jian didn't have time to answer, because the towering Buddha made a move.

"Benefactor, enter my path! All beings in heaven and earth are equal; it all depends on your single thought."

The colossal Buddha's ten-thousand-foot-tall body moved, and dense Buddhist light rose from its fingers, pointing towards Yang Jian.

Loud.

Yang Jian felt as if a golden sky was pressing down on him.

On one side is a towering golden statue, on the other is a mere mortal.

A strong gust of wind blew down from above.

The weight made Yang Jian lose his balance.

As the golden sky drew ever closer.

Yang Jian felt that the distracting thoughts in his mind were decreasing, and he felt as if he were becoming more and more pure, with continuous Buddhist chants resounding in his mind.

I'm about to lose myself!

Its demonic eyes widened, bloodshot veins appearing within them, and it cried out in terror, "Run! The Great Dao itself has arrived! You are no match for it! When the Great Dao infuses you with its power, you will be nothing more than a walking corpse controlled by it, forever devoid of your own self!"

"Escape? Where can you escape to!"

Yang Jian looked up and saw that everything he saw, except for the ground beneath his feet, was golden. The Buddha's single finger had already locked down the space-time around him.

With a single wave of his hand, a three-pointed, double-edged sword appeared in his palm.

He casually shot it into the sky, but it flew back as if it had hit an impenetrable wall.

The sword aura mark of the Immortal Slayer cannot be sensed.

He had run out of options.

"Try the karmic fire; bald monks are most afraid of this."

Demon Eye reminded.

Yang Jian, overcome with a sudden inspiration, used his three-pointed double-edged sword to cut his palm, smearing it with blood, which then transformed into a ball of black and red flame.

He threw his weapon again and found that the places the karmic fire touched became incredibly vulnerable.

Really useful!

Yang Jian excitedly recalled his Three-Pointed Double-Edged Sword.

Sensing the surging blood within his body, and the churning magical power in his dantian, he suddenly unleashed the Five Elements Escape Technique.

He was communicating with the blood in his own body; his entire body was covered in grotesque blue veins, and the blood within surged extremely rapidly, emitting a sound like waves crashing.

He used Fire Release to enhance his [Karmic Fire Body], and karmic fire burst forth from his body, causing black and red flames to suddenly rise from his body.

Black and red flames spread across his entire body, even enveloping the three-pointed double-edged sword.

The Three-Pointed Double-Edged Sword was forged from innate iron essence using the Blood Refining Method, and it became an integral part of him.

His eyes disappeared, and karmic fire surged within them. He could only maintain his vision through the gaze of the demonic eye between his eyebrows.

The appearance of the karmic fire made him feel that the dissipation of his will had stopped instantly.

"Buddha? You claim to save all sentient beings, but your karma is heavy! Can you withstand the fire of karma?"

Yang Jian squatted down, his body suddenly lowering, then he gathered strength in his legs, his muscles bulging, and his magic power poured into his legs.

In the next instant, it transformed into a black and red rainbow, shooting towards the descending golden sky.

When still, it is as silent as Mount Sumeru; when soaring into the air, it is as powerful as a bolt of lightning.

It was as if they wanted to punch a hole in the oppressive sky.

"Bang!"

The dark red rainbow collided with the golden sky, producing a loud, muffled thud.

Karmic fire rose from the Buddha's fingertips, burning away the Buddha's light, and then spread until it covered his entire body, like a pillar of fire reaching to the sky.

Even as the flames of karma burned, the Buddha's outstretched finger did not pause at all, pressing straight down until it met the ground perfectly.

The dust has settled.

The Buddha's face, obscured by the flames of karma, revealed a hint of pain.

He lowered his head, counted the karmic flames covering his entire body, and uttered, "One hundred and three hundred million karmic flames!"

It seemed to be an answer to Yang Jian's question.

With toasts exchanged and the wine flowing freely, the beautiful woman laughed and played, transforming into a warm and soft jade in my arms.

A few noisy sounds entered my ears.

Yang Jian suddenly woke up and found himself soaked, his clothes drenched in cold sweat.

He unconsciously tightened his grip, and the woman in his arms cried out in pain.

The pain of having all the bones and tendons in my body was faint but persistent.

It was as if the terrifying Buddha from before was just a dream.

Yang Jian closed his eyes and sensed that within his primordial spirit, the imprint of the Immortal Slaughtering Sword Qi emitted a hazy light.

Demon Eye: "What the hell was that? How could the torrent of the Great Dao manifest on its own, separated by the barrier of heaven and earth?!"

The demon eye was still reeling from the shock.

Yang Jian became increasingly certain that what had just happened was not a dream.

His body showed no abnormalities at the moment.

Besides the pain of being crushed into mincemeat, the fear of losing consciousness was ever-present.

"Junior brother, please have some wine~"

A captivating voice reached my ears.

Yang Jian was stunned upon seeing this.

The Holy Mother of Fire blushed slightly, took a sip of wine, and wrapped her jade arms around his neck, about to offer him the wine.

Yang Jian hurriedly reached out to block him.

He had absolutely no interest in the Holy Mother of Fire.

Looking around, I found myself in a bizarre scene, a chaotic mess.

The sounds of Buddhist chants and Zen sermons fill the air, conveying a profound sense of Zen.

Countless monks opened their robes and drank and ate meat lavishly in the area.

Even worse, some men would find a nun and have sex with her on the spot.

At the far end of the crowd, a figure in white robes sat cross-legged, surrounded by Buddhist light, chanting the Prajnaparamita mantra.

Demon Eye: "So this was the illusion all along!"

The demonic eye transmitted images, and one by one, the monks were revealed to be demons in their true forms.

"Junior brother, are you looking down on your senior sister?"

The Holy Mother of Fire clung to Yang Jian's body, her pretty face blocking his view.

Lust burned within his body.

The nimble tongue flicked in and out, leaving a wet trail on Yang Jian's cheek.

Yang Jian frowned. Just now, his consciousness had been dragged away by the strange Buddha. When he came to his senses, he found that the Holy Mother of Fire Spirit had been bewitched.

Where is Yu Hua?

"Yang Jian, you are so cruel! You won't even look at me once. I can charm all living beings, why can't I charm you!"

Su Daji's voice suddenly rang out.

Yang Jian turned around and saw that the Holy Mother of Fire Spirit beside him had transformed into the appearance of Su Daji.

Her stunningly beautiful face held a hint of resentment, and when she saw Yang Jian looking at her, she covered her mouth and chuckled softly.

Her alluring eyes held a captivating tone, and her crimson lips parted in a smile.

Her eyes were slightly narrowed, and her pretty face was raised, waiting for Yang Jian's move.

No! This is not the Holy Mother of Fire! Nor is it Su Daji, but a demon in disguise!

This illusion array is truly bizarre.

Yang Jian instantly realized something.

"Demon, prepare to die!"

The next moment, the three-pointed double-edged sword suddenly fell, and the beauty was cut in two.

However, he did not die.

The flesh and blood on the ground slowly pieced together, and its appearance gradually changed into the form of the Golden Spirit Mother, who looked at Yang Jian with sorrow.

"Yang Jian, how cruel you are! You even dare to kill your own master!"

Yang Jian watched coldly, and with his three-pointed double-edged sword, he struck out directly, unleashing a full-scale attack that shattered the opponent into a cloud of blood mist.

The monks in the hall all paused in unison.

Stare over.

"Yang Jian? So you haven't been moved by my Dao! How strange!"

A white-robed monk suddenly appeared in front of Yang Jian.

A shadowy figure followed behind him.

It was none other than the primordial spirit of the Dog-Headed Taoist.

The Dog-Headed Taoist still harbored resentment towards Yang Jian for shattering his physical body. At this moment, in his eyes, Yang Jian was just meat on a chopping board, at his mercy.

"Bold Yang Jian, you have already seen the World-Honored One, Ksitigarbha, why do you not bow down!"

"Shut up!"

It wasn't Yang Jian who silenced the dog-headed Taoist, but rather the World Honored One Ksitigarbha he spoke of.

With a flick of his sleeve, Ksitigarbha struck the dog-headed Taoist so hard that his primordial spirit nearly shattered, and he rolled on the ground howling in pain.

With a flick of his sleeve, the dog-headed Taoist's primordial spirit entered his sleeve.

Then, in a panic, he bent down.

He was momentarily stunned when he saw Yang Jian. Although he was a spiritual entity residing in this illusion array, he noticed that Yang Jian's body was surrounded by a peculiar Buddhist aura. Upon seeing him, it was as if a saint had personally descended!

But the aura appeared only for a moment, and he could no longer sense it the next instant.

A strange feeling arose in his heart. Could Yang Jian be the incarnation of some Western saint?

The Buddhist aura revealed just now was a secret message sent to him.

Ksitigarbha dared not be careless, put his hands together in prayer, and said respectfully, "Disciple Ksitigarbha pays respects to the Heavenly Venerable."

He did not suspect anything, because in this world, apart from the two Western Saints, there would be no one else with such a profound Buddhist aura.

The only question is, who is Yang Jian incarnated as? Is he the Sage Jieyin? Or the Sage Zhunti?

A hint of surprise rose in Yang Jian's heart; this was actually Ksitigarbha.

The future Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva.

But why is he treated with such respect?

Could it be that they've mistaken me for someone else?

Demon Eye: "The Buddha incarnation depicted by the Great Dao just now left a trace of Buddhist aura on you. It seems this kid has misunderstood you! It's said that the two Western Saints obtained their sainthood by selling their services to the Great Dao. Now it seems that's true. They must have sold themselves to a Great Dao similar to that Buddha just now, which is why Ksitigarbha misunderstood!"

Yang Jian's mind raced, and he decided to play along, angrily demanding, "Where are the Holy Mother of Fire Spirit and Yu Hua now? You've caused trouble so recklessly, almost ruining my grand plan!"

Ksitigarbha said in a panic, "This disciple knows his mistake, this disciple will release those two immediately!"

(End of this chapter)