After breaking up with my girlfriend, I became a Great Sage of the Demon Clan.

He wanted to find Zhou Yan, ask for the answer, and then ask Zhou Yan to feed him.

As an auspicious beast favored by heaven and earth, the nine-colored deer soon saw the Bodhi tree where Zhou Yan was.

"Brother, brother..."

"Qingcai can't guess..."

The nine-colored deer happily raised its little hooves and walked quickly to Zhou Yan.

"Brother, brother, Qingcai isn't stupid."

"You won't blame Qingcai, will you?"

Zhou Yan sat expressionless inside the Bodhi tree hollow. No, he was expressionless at first, but later, the Nine-Colored Deer clearly saw Zhou Yan's face turn red and black, twisting and contorting, with terrifying ugliness passing over his face.

The nine-colored deer watched for a while. At first, the auspicious beast didn't understand, but as Zhou Yan's expression became more and more solemn, the nine-colored deer clearly sensed that something was wrong with Zhou Yan's expression.

The Buddha's relic radiated auspicious light from the face of the nine-colored deer, then enveloped Zhou Yan.

After a while, Zhou Yan, inside the Bodhi tree, let out a long breath and said softly.

"All is emptiness."

A faint Buddhist light began to emanate from Zhou Yan's face, and countless rays of light peeled away from his body.

Behind the nine-colored deer, the corpse of the Buddha who had been silent all along suddenly trembled and then spoke.

"Om Mani Padme Hum..."

In the past, the Buddha spoke these eight words, which appeared and disappeared from the void, each emitting immeasurable Buddha light. Countless Bodhisattvas were also visible. The Buddha sat cross-legged in layers after these eight words of mantra, and when he spoke, the Buddha light intertwined, illuminating the entire universe.

Carrying immeasurable merit and Buddha light, the eight mantras, arising from the chanting of countless Bodhisattvas and Buddhas, descended one by one onto Zhou Yan's forehead. A great light shone in Zhou Yan's mind, and the Buddha light on his face melted away.

After a long while, Zhou Yan, looking exhausted, opened his eyes.

The nine-colored deer hurried to Zhou Yan's side.

"Brother, brother, what's wrong?"

Zhou Yan patted the child's head and smiled wryly.

"It's nothing, I just got scammed."

Zhou Yan thought that modifying the past was a method used by the Buddha to help monks and immortals get rid of their inner demons, but after actually doing it, Zhou Yan discovered that the more he modified the past, the more bugs there would be, and the more his life trajectory would deviate. After the modification was completed, his life would not be perfect, and he might even go to another extreme.

Zhou Yan was trapped in endless regrets, endless cycles of reincarnation.

It wasn't until the Nine-Colored Deer shone with Buddha's light that Zhou Yan had a moment of enlightenment.

That is the emptiness of all four elements.

Only by accepting all the tragic aspects of one's past life can one attain enlightenment.

This process of changing the past is indeed about cutting off inner demons, but the method of cutting off the past is not to erase it, but to accept it.

The so-called erasure is nothing but the escapism of the incompetent. How can a true hero not dare to face the tragic and bloody reality of life?

The only problem is...

Zhou Yan looked at the corpse of the Buddha who had just helped him.

The Buddha's withered lips opened.

“Benefactor, you almost became Buddha.”

Zhou Yan: "..."

With the passing of Buddha Shakyamuni, Mara's most beloved person has departed.

Mara did not want this to happen, so he asked Zhou Yan to come to the Bodhi Temple. Mara wanted to see if Shakyamuni had appeared in the form of the Buddha of the past.

It would be best if you had one; if not, you can make one yourself.

Zhou Yan almost became "Shakyamuni," and was almost captured by Mara and used as a toy.

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Mara's willingness to do business with humans began simply because the Buddha left the Sixth Heaven and escaped Mara's control. In other words, all of Mara's willingness to engage in transactions with humans was ultimately due to the Buddha.

Now that the Buddha has passed away, the foundation of this business is gone, and Mara naturally no longer cares about the integrity of the business.

Perhaps it was because the slightly plump young woman's skin was so beautiful that Zhou Yan inexplicably developed a certain fondness for Bo Xun. Looking back now, Zhou Yan realized that Bo Xun was not as shameless as the gods of Heaven.

This sixth-day demon, Xiaoso:ba_@【“Seven￡≮Flowing Silk〃♀Erwang was originally a willful and unscrupulous guy with no bottom line.

"Brother, brother..."

The nine-colored deer approached Zhou Yan, nuzzling its little head against his face.

"Brother, are you alright?"

Zhou Yan gave a low hum, his gaze still lingering on the face of the Buddha behind Qingcai.

"Dilthanda Buddha, do you mean that I am qualified to become Shakyamuni?"

Cracks began to appear on the skin and flesh of the Buddha in the past, and many fragments of skin and flesh fell off like powder. However, the Buddha in the past did not care about these things and only said.

"Benefactor, you altered your past in the cycle of reincarnation. Once the moment of Shakyamuni's passing arrives, Mara can act, secretly hiding a part of Shakyamuni within you. When you attain enlightenment under the Bodhi tree, this part..."

"pat..."

One of the Buddha's hands landed on the ground.

Zhou Yan looked at the arm that had fallen from the Buddha. It seemed that the Buddha had exhausted the essence of the dried corpse in order to save him, and now the physical body was beginning to collapse.

“Then he will awaken, and Mara can use this to gradually guide the benefactor to become Shakyamuni, even if it is only a part of Shakyamuni.”

Zhou Yan launched into a tirade of curses.

"That bastard is trying to ruin me here, heh... I'm definitely going to the sixth day to have some fun with Mara's children!"

Mara is a powerful figure on par with the Heavenly Emperor; Zhou Yan can't easily defeat him, but Mara's children have it much easier. 9

"Crack..." 4

The Buddha's head shook a few times, cracks appeared on the back of his withered neck, and then his head rolled to the ground. 8

The Buddha of the Past, with half his head shattered on the ground, spoke to Zhou Yan. 2

"In short, beware of Mara..." 4

"This defeat will not be easily overcome by Mara..."

"He will surely seek more ways to resurrect Shakyamuni."3

The head of the Buddha of the past shattered completely, turning into dust.

In the past, the Buddha's body, starting from his neck, developed large cracks that spread throughout his entire body, eventually collapsing with a series of shattering sounds. 5

Zhou Yan watched as the Buddha's physical body turned into dust before his very eyes.

The Nine-Colored Deer curiously walked to the edge of the pile of powder, looked at it for a while, and then spoke to Zhou Yan.

"Brother, this guy seems like a good person?"

Nine-Colored Deer could tell that the Buddha had just pulled Zhou Yan back. In Nine-Colored Deer's eyes, anyone who could save her good brother must be a good person.

Zhou Yan nodded silently.

The Buddhas of the past and the Buddhas of the future are the source of this great calamity, but in essence, they are not bad people.

In contrast, Mara, who had previously been willing to cooperate with Zhou Yan and was relatively accommodating, was a truly unruly and shameless evil god.

The worst part is that this evil god has now set its sights on him.

Of course, judging from the current situation, Zhou Yan felt that Mara had more than one way to revive Shakyamuni. He was just one of Mara's investments. If Mara only had him as his path, he would probably have been captured, imprisoned and controlled by Mara long ago.

Mara likely used a broad approach to find a way to truly revive Shakyamuni, and the failure of a single individual would not move him.

In short... Mara is also a yandere; he is obsessed with things he cannot have.

"elder brother……"

The nine-colored deer gently nibbled at Zhou Yan's sleeve, its big, watery eyes fixed on him. :—”∨

"Qingcai, Qingcai has something important to tell her brother."

Zhou Yan's expression darkened.

Something important?

As a current Buddha-nature, what did this little guy sense?

For example, is Mara hiding nearby? Or is there something important in some temple? Or has some strange change occurred in the little guy's body?

Zhou Yan said solemnly.

"Qingcai, you speak."

Zhou Yan was prepared to face all sorts of unexpected events.

The nine-colored deer lowered its head and said sadly.

“Brother, Qingcai isn’t stupid.”

"Yes, she's not stupid, Qingcai is very smart."

"Brother, your riddles are too difficult for Qingcai to answer."

The Nine-Colored Deer's tone was filled with dejection.

Zhou Yan: "..."

Is this the important thing you're talking about?

The nine-colored deer placed its two hooves on Zhou Yan's lap as he sat cross-legged.

"Brother, brother, Qingcai is very smart..."

Zhou Yan hugged the child's head, both amused and exasperated.

"Good, good, smart, smart, Qingcai, you are..."

A layer of light suddenly covered Zhou Yan's face, and Zhou Yan looked at the light source in surprise.

About ten kilometers away, Zhou Yan saw a large sun and a bright moon rise from the horizon to halfway up the sky.

Fun fact: Even during the day, the moon is visible, but due to the intense sunlight, it appears as a white circle, lacking the brightness of nighttime.

But the sun and moon that rose in front of Zhou Yan shone with equal brilliance; the sunlight could not outshine the moonlight, and the moonlight and the sunlight vied for half of the sky.

Then, the sun and moon both came toward Zhou Yan. In just a few breaths, the sun and moon were a hundred meters above Zhou Yan's head.

The Bodhisattva of Sunlight and the Bodhisattva of Moonlight emerged one after another from the bright sun and moon above Zhou Yan's head and landed on the ground.

"donor……"

"This humble monk greets you..."

The two bodhisattvas bowed to Zhou Yan in succession.

Zhou Yan, holding the nine-colored deer, stood up and returned the greeting.

"Bodhisattva, you...you've returned?"

When Zhou Yan came to Lingshan before, he couldn't find the Hou Sheng Temple, Bodhi Temple, or Dayuan Temple. Now that the Sunlight Bodhisattva and Moonlight Bodhisattva have appeared, Dayuan Temple should be there by now.

Zhou Yan subtly turned his head and glanced at the past Buddha, who had turned to ashes.

With the death of the Buddha of the Past, the Bodhisattva of Moonlight and the Bodhisattva of Sunlight appeared. Zhou Yan had reason to suspect that in the fragmented world he visited last time, the Buddha of the Past and Maitreya Buddha had probably joined forces to fight against the Medicine Buddha. Therefore, when something happened to the Buddha of the Past, Maitreya Buddha could not withstand the attack from the Medicine Buddha.

"Amitabha……"

The Bodhisattva of Sunlight has a compassionate expression.

"Just a moment ago, when the Medicine Buddha saw that the Buddha of the past was unable to hold on, he used his great supernatural powers to defeat Maitreya Buddha. Now, Dayuan Temple has returned."

As expected, the Buddha of the past had encountered a problem, and Maitreya Buddha could not hold on any longer.

The Moonlight Bodhisattva looked at the nine-colored deer in Zhou Yan's arms.

"donor."

The Moonlight Bodhisattva has a kind and benevolent expression.

"The Medicine Buddha wishes to see the Nine-Colored Deer. Could you please grant him this request?"

Zhou Yan fell silent.