From Under One Person: Sincere Journey Through the Heavens

"Fair-weather friends are still friends."

Guanyin replied, "If you weren't a friend, you would be all alone in the world."

"Fair-weather friends are not true friends. For us cultivators, even speaking a single word to them is a waste of energy. As for loneliness, why would a true cultivator fear loneliness?"

Jiang Liu smiled, unconcerned. "I am at ease within the Dao, why would I have any worries?"

"How could you not worry? Back then, you were content with a little wealth, indulging in pleasure, wanting comfort, fame and fortune, a carefree life, and becoming a Buddha or patriarch."

Guanyin recounted what she had witnessed years ago, then shook her head and said, "How could there be such a good thing! That's why I have so many worries, which is why I have to suffer this calamity."

The ancients asked: "How can one find a way to have both, to be true to the Buddha and to one's beloved?"

Jiang Liu maintained his smile, "Wasn't I searching for answers back then? Choice means compromise, and I—"

Never compromise.

Therefore, we can only verify the effectiveness of this approach through practice.

Upon hearing this, Guanyin was taken aback and asked in confusion, "Which ancient person said this? How come I don't know?"

"You are Guanyin, but not that Guanshiyin, so how would you know which ancient person said this?"

Jiang Liu did not answer, but only made a joke.

at this time.

The ship has docked.

Guanyin shook her head, pointed to the stone monkey's remains kneeling in the pool in the distance, and sighed, "That is the remains you left behind after your death. Only by defeating it can you truly be yourself."

"Simple."

After disembarking, before the stone monkey's mangled body could even raise its head, Jiang Liu drew his Ruyi Jingu Bang (Golden Cudgel) and swept it away, shattering it to pieces.

Guanyin's eyelids twitched, she seemed about to say something but stopped herself, and could only stare blankly at the scene.

hum!

However, after the stone monkey's body shattered, it reassembled amidst lightning and thunder, wearing a phoenix-winged purple-gold crown, a golden chainmail armor, and lotus-silk cloud-walking shoes. With a wave of his hand, a black Ruyi Jingu Bang (a magical staff) descended from the void and landed in his hand. He gazed down at Jiang Liu, who was wearing a coarse cloth robe with a bright red civil and military sleeve over it.

Looking at the remains of the Great Sage, the very body his own Monkey King had used to roam the world, Jiang Liu couldn't help but chuckle. He said, "The only thing my Monkey King overlooked was that his obsession with seeking only freedom and ease would manifest in this way. Oh well, before the final matter arrives, let's stretch our muscles a bit."

As soon as he finished speaking, Jiang Liu actively injected the five root artifacts within him into the Great Sage's remaining body, helping him recover to his former peak.

Having obtained the root of the spirit, the eyes of the Great Sage's broken body shone with golden light, as if he had truly regained some of the spiritual energy of his past life, and he swung his staff toward Jiang Liu's head.

Jiang Liu was stopped by a stick.

He loves to kill.

Two sticks, two clever monkeys—this battle is no small feat. Both must contend to clarify their minds and natures, each displaying their martial arts skills in a divine contest.

The river flows with spiritual power, while the withered body is devoid of emotion. This is because supernatural powers are ever-changing, neither true nor false, existing in perfect harmony.

One is Jiang Liuer, the primordial spirit of the Rejuvenated Elixir; the other is a broken body, a spirit consumed by ignorance and obsession. This is the Ruyi Jingu Bang (Golden Cudgel), that is the Sui Xin Tie Gan Bing (Iron Staff of Will). Barriers and defenses are neither victory nor defeat; support and resistance are neither win nor loss. Black and white revolve, yin and yang unfold; the heart holds the seal, the dragon and tiger roar.

They fought for three hundred rounds, but neither side could gain the upper hand.

Jiang Liu had only warmed up and his strength increased by seven-tenths. He fought with his opponent for another three hundred rounds and struck the Great Sage's broken body on the shoulder with his staff, shattering the golden chainmail.

Boom!

The Great Sage's mangled body collapsed to the ground, emitting a hoarse laugh. He had no strength left; his body dissipated, leaving only the five root artifacts floating in mid-air and the golden headband lying at the bottom of the water…

Chapter 1565 Little Maitreya, a Monk Who Will Be Reborn in His Lifetime

The Great Sage's remains dissipated, and the five root artifacts returned to Jiang Liu's body.

Then.

He stepped forward, squatted down, picked up the golden headband, and put it on his head.

It takes root wherever it grows.

Jiang Liu saw a series of scenes, which were the life of the Monkey King in the prehistoric world: his birth, apprenticeship, havoc in the Heavenly Palace, and journey to the West.

Even though the journey to the west was filled with the schemes and plots of immortals and Buddhas, for the Monkey King, it was ultimately a journey to see himself and all living beings.

Therefore, how can we abandon this experience just because it was filled with the taming of immortals and Buddhas?

This is also part of oneself.

Seeing that the golden headband was already on Jiang Liu's head, Guanyin began to recite the Tightening-Headband Mantra.

To no avail.

The river still flows, and the golden hoop is of no use whatsoever.

Let's be realistic.

He had already cultivated the Golden Core and Holy Embryo, and was only one step away from the Returning Core and Primordial Spirit. The binding methods of the immortals and Buddhas of this world could not do anything to him.

On state of mind.

Through his cultivation, Jiang Liu has severed the three corpses and transformed into the three pure ones, eradicated the six thieves and enlightened the six roots, and eliminated the nine insects to unite yin and yang.

Take, for example, the word "love," which is most taboo among immortals and Buddhas in this world.

The word "seeing through" does not mean that practitioners should sever their emotional attachments. This is no different from those who gouge out their eyes, cut off their ears, pull out their tongues, or castrate themselves in order to cultivate. They are all entering the wrong path in order to seek quick results.

True cultivators are always those who dare to love and hate, and who dare to act and take responsibility.

The so-called tribulations of love, in the final analysis, are nothing more than those who suffer from them wanting to break free but are unwilling to let go, hesitating and wavering, which makes them physically and mentally exhausted.

Therefore.

The golden hoop could not stop the river from flowing.

Those who have nothing outside their minds possess great supernatural powers and boundless magical abilities; they dare to love and hate, and dare to act and take responsibility.

Why would they compromise because of a golden headband?

It will not be tamed by a golden headband.

boom!

The illusion dissipated.

The immortal stone shattered.

Jiang Liu returned to the outside world and said to Guanyin, "Bodhisattva, your headband spell is no longer effective."

Guanyin remained silent, ceasing her chanting. Looking at Jiang Liu, who wore the golden headband, she sighed softly and said, "Your abilities surpass even the heavens; how will you change this world?"

Even if you have Guanyin in your heart, not everyone is willing to become her disciple.

"The eyes see joy, the ears hear anger, the nose smells love, the tongue tastes thought, the body is inherently worried, and the mind desires. These six senses are known to both immortals and Buddhas, but none can be truly eradicated."

"As long as there are people who crave immortality and seek the quickest way to achieve it at the lowest cost, the struggles in this world will never cease."

Jiang Liu did not answer, but simply gazed at Guanyin in silence.

Guanyin stared directly at the other person for a long time before smiling gently and saying, "Are you so confident that the people of the world will change?"

Do you know—

Human nature is inherently selfish.

There are many selfish people, and few selfless people.

but!

"In the ancient times, the law of the jungle prevailed. Although it still exists today, it has experienced the rule of the Three Sovereigns and the establishment of order by the Five Emperors, and Confucius has educated the people. Even if the law of the jungle has only been given a glamorous cover, at least it is no longer naked, is it?"

Jiang Liu smiled casually and said to the Bull Demon King, "Old Bull, I'm entrusting the management of this heart field of Flower Fruit Mountain to you."

What do you want to do?

The Bull Demon King's heart tightened.

"It is necessary to carry out the way of education and moral guidance."

Jiang Liu sat down on the ground, took out the wordless true scripture he had taken from Mount Ling, transformed his golden cudgel into a pen, and wrote the scriptures on it, forming the Tripitaka of the Sutras, Treatises, and Dharma. It is the path to cultivation and the gate to righteousness, and it records everything about the astronomy, geography, people, birds, beasts, flowers, trees, utensils, and human affairs of the four continents of the world.

It contains the true essence of achieving immortality and the wonders of inventing all things.

It is the origin of the three religions and the foundation of all methods!

And this writing continued for fourteen years.

Guanyin, the Bull Demon King, and others were waiting on the mountaintop and had not gone far.

After the Tripitaka was written, a golden light suddenly shot into the sky from the west, then dissipated, leaving all the spirits of Flower Fruit Mountain at a loss.

For fourteen years, Guanyin observed the scriptures written on the river at the mountaintop, practicing diligently day and night, and thus attained the eye of wisdom.

She looked westward and was startled: "The Buddha is dead?!"

"The Buddha is dead."

Jiang Liu had just finished writing the last copy of the Nirvana Sutra, and spoke calmly.

How did the Buddha die?

Red Boy hurriedly asked.

"He was killed by four lesser demons and Prince Zhang."

Jiang Liu smiled.

Those four little demons were the wild boar, toad, gorilla, and weasel who had once defeated the "Future Buddha" in Little Western Paradise.

After reuniting with Prince Zhang in the Southern Continent, they resumed their cultivation journey, passing through the nine orifices, opening the eight meridians, internally refining the five elements, harmonizing yin and yang, and severing the three corpses, six thieves, and nine worms. Having gained a glimmer of spiritual light, they traveled to Mount Ling to retrieve the scriptures. Finding the Buddha of Many Treasures to be a false compassionator, they suspected a demon in disguise and directly destroyed the entire Great Thunderclap Temple…

It's been blown up!

Having attained enlightenment and connected with heaven and earth, even four unknown little demons, plus a prince who once suffered from hysteria, could still annihilate the false Buddha of the Western Paradise.

"Dude, you're not kidding, are you?"

The Bull Demon King's cultivation was not as good as Guanyin's. After fourteen years of cultivation, he had only just reached the threshold of the Eye of Wisdom, and his vision was not as clear as Guanyin's.

"No joke."

Jiang Liu smiled and said to Guanyin, "Bodhisattva, you should go to the Western Paradise, otherwise that little monk will become the next Buddha."