Chapter 2555: The Buddha Gifts Me a Dream of Destiny

The great bell of the heavens and myriad realms rings!

The wisp of life seeping from Dizang’s neck, which was about to escape, actually stopped and firmly attached itself to his neck, like a wisp of red scarf fluttering, like a marrow-attached red snake, no longer willing to leave.

In those moments under the moon in the Seal Zen Well, he indeed looked up at the moon – one moon, ancient and modern, shared this fate under heaven. Fate is round.

Breaking through the cracks of Seal Town with great effort, how many times did he gaze at the three bells! He gazed at them slowly, rubbing them with his eyes, finely carved by the knife of destiny. No matter whose hands the three bells turned in, they always had a beginning and an end. The beginning was the World Honored One's, and the end was his.

The World Honored One preached the Dharma, which was widely transmitted throughout the heavens. The three bells followed his body, manifesting together in the myriad realms. He thought that was an era he had anticipated. Born from the World Honored One’s corpse, yet never feeling the World Honored One's preciousness. Picking it up was eternal regret, embracing were unwilling fragments of dreams. The three bells ring for him; in infinite time and infinite space, all Buddhist scriptures will engrave his name.

He is Hidden Light Tathagata, he is Xiong Chan Shi, he is the Ten Thousand Worlds Buddha Ancestor... and also Evil Without Heaven.

"When will this round be complete!"

The tripod smoke of the mortal world heaven and earth gradually thinned, depicting Emperor Qiwu’s Heavenly Way scroll silently floated, gradually losing its worldly essence. Dizang’s physical body, though still showing signs of decay and vitality, had its blood energy congealed into the shadow of a Bodhi tree. The warp and weft lines were still there, yet the gap of eternal life had disappeared. He would drape the warp and weft of imperial power as an eternal kasaya!

Jiang Shu was still resisting the Fangtian Ghost God Halberd, the history book was open, contemporary paragons witnessed, the state of Qi was already preparing to alter history—but the past was solidified. That flowing time, as if a stubborn stone. Tian Fei was still pushing the Life-Cutting Knife, but the tip of the knife could not go down by half an inch more! Eternity was complete, there was no way to cut life.

"As widely heard! As made known! As I heard!"

Dizang's murmur on the Zhen Hai Platform spread throughout the heavens and myriad realms. He said—

"What comes to deceive the world? I am also the World Honored One!"

In the Min He Temple of the state of Mu, before the Guang Ting Ye Xie Wu Hall, that sky-blue giant bell hanging in the center of the courtyard suddenly rang. This sound spread throughout the great Mu, making the spring grass bow down. The detailed reliefs on the surface of the giant bell—the story of Minlü preaching—like stone powder and bell dirt, rustled and fell, returning to the earliest initial copper seal Sanskrit.

The Seal Zen was already broken, Dizang was already out, Minlü's merits were complete, and he would be reborn in the eternal pure land as a protector Vajra! But the Cang Tu God who traded with Dizang that year... was a future response.

The Great Mu Prince Consort, Zhao Rucheng, the abbot of Min He Temple, rushed over, wanting to stop this bell, yet saw the Divine Crown Preaching Great Priest Tu Hu Han’s crown fully prepared, already here. Since he returned from the San Xing Palace and took full control of Min He Temple, Tu Hu had moved to Qiong Lu Mountain. Otherwise, if something happened to this temple, the people below truly wouldn’t know whom to report to. But Tu Hu’s person left, while the Guang Ting Bell still remained in the temple... Zhao Rucheng also didn’t hesitate to borrow it to seek the Dao.

"Great Priest, what happened?" Zhao Rucheng asked.

Tu Hu was concise: "Zhong Tuo Chan, Dizang is out, the three emperors of Jing, Qi, and Chu are hunting this venerable one in the East Sea... Dizang shook the World Honored One's three bells."

"This—" Zhao Rucheng heard that something was wrong: "That Guang Ting Bell cannot ring!"

Although he didn’t understand Dizang much, the current situation was that the overlord countries had their three, which basically already represented the attitude of the entire human race, especially since the emperors of the three overlord countries had all personally gone on the expedition. Opposing in this situation was no different from splitting the human race. The Divine Firmament was imminent; this also did not conform to the great strategy of the state of Mu.

"You are right, Dizang should be cut and should not be responded to. But we did not arrive in time to stop it, nor were we able to anticipate it beforehand..." Tu Hu sighed: "Now, we are mending the fold after the sheep have been stolen."

He raised his hand and pressed it on the sky-blue giant bell, making the bell sound suddenly stop. What was meant by "we did not arrive in time to stop"? He would need the ability to stop it! The three bells were the World Honored One’s legacy treasures; Dizang was at the absolute peak. For such a Dizang to shake the World Honored One's legacy treasures and cause such a big stir in the present world, even if Tu Hu wanted to stop it, he would have to prevent it in advance and pour in the power of the Cang Tu God religion. Today, he was far away on Qiong Lu Mountain, and the Guang Ting Bell was always in Min He Temple. Indeed, he could say he was a step late and did not arrive in time to stop it...

Watching a black pot about to be buckled on his head, Zhao Rucheng didn’t say a word of nonsense and still had a smile on his face. After all, he controlled Mu Country's diplomacy; he couldn't lack this surface skill. As for how to talk to Yun Yun when he returned, that was a matter for later.

Tu Hu looked at him and said: "His Majesty is not in the country at present, I must sit in the grassland. Please, Temple Master Zhao, make a trip to the East Sea to express the attitude of our state of Mu."

Since the Mu Heavenly Emperor was not present, Tu Hu was essentially the first person in Mu Country. Zhao Rucheng naturally had no reason to resist the order, only saying: "The struggle for transcendence, the dawn happens in an instant. By the time I rush to the East Sea, I fear the war will already be over..."

"No harm," Tu Hu said: "Your departure is the attitude."

Zhao Rucheng asked: "Should I hold a sword, or hold a tally?"

Tu Hu only smiled: "Jiang Wang is currently there, striving to kill Dizang."

The person's shadow was already gone before his eyes. He didn't bring a tally, nor did he bring a sword. His body chased towards the East Sea.

Mount Sumeru, the ancient copper-colored Zhi Ting Bell suddenly rang.

Bao Mei's Chan Shi Guang Ming jumped out of the mustard seed, manifesting his body before the bell. He pressed this small bell under his palm with one hand, completely trapping the lingering sound between his five fingers.

"Abbot is confused!" He said with regret, "Why do you not see the overturning of the Southern Dipper!"

Eternal Virtue Zen Master, who usually had a smiling face, also couldn't help but let out a slight sigh this time: "Responding to its sound is an old trace from an ancient difficult mountain; it was not my intention!"

Guang Ming looked at him quietly, speechless for a moment. Although the abbot cultivated the "Mile Jiang Sheng Jing," his merit was profound and immeasurable, participating in creation. However, facing Dizang's power level, which transcended imagination, even with prior preparation, he could not suppress the response of the Zhi Ting Bell. It was actually considered normal. Furthermore, the Zhi Ting Bell had been lost in the demon realm for many years; it was reasonable that the ancient difficult mountain, even the Black Lotus Temple, had left some means on this bell. But would these words be understood by those overlord countries?

This time, Dizang's escape from Zen was chaotic, and the central Heavenly Emperor's order was directly smashed against the gates of Mount Sumeru.

"Abbot, I am a dull monk and cannot see through your thoughts. I do not know what you are thinking and worrying about. But no matter what, there cannot be a second ring—" Chan Shi Guang Ming said: "At this moment, the one being killed in the Heaven Sea is not the true World Honored One! Even if it were the true World Honored One, his failure has already been confirmed!"

He sighed: "Even if the true World Honored One returns, it will be no more than a second great calamity of exterminating Buddha... Abbot, how can you bear to see it?"

As long as one cultivated Zen, how could they not respect the World Honored One? But the World Honored One died while various Zen sects existed in the present world. Time had already made its choice... If the abbot was obstinate, he would have to stop him in time and could not let the entire Mount Sumeru be buried for one Dizang.

Eternal Virtue Zen Master said solemnly: "Senior Uncle, what does Eternal Virtue not know of these words! This ring was truly sudden. Please, Senior Uncle, assist here and together with the Mount Sumeru array, separate it, so that Dizang has no gap, and the Buddha bell will not ring again."

That majestic suspended treasure temple suddenly rang under the sound of the just-rung bell. The central Heavenly Emperor's order spread among the various Zen sects in the present world. It only reached outside the suspended temple. Not only did the order come, but also the mirror light of the Qian Tian Jing was cast, and the hanging shadow of Tianjing City! The meaning was already very clear; the central empire was giving the suspended temple the most severe warning, and also the greatest distrust. They didn’t even conceal their suspicion of the suspended temple, suspecting that the suspended temple was involved in the central escape from Zen! After all, the suspended temple cultivated Just-So and worshipped Just-So the World Honored One. It would not be strange for them to do anything for the World Honored One. And in this situation...

I hear the bell ring for Dizang! This was simply using the Ting Yu Bell to smash the face of the state of Jing! It was also a heavy slap on the cheek of the national system!

"This is not the suspended temple's intention! This temple respects the World Honored One, not delusion. The pioneers of the East Sea underworld do not sit in the Great Hero Treasure Hall. This temple does not believe He is the World Honored One, and does not know why He can move the World Honored One's treasures. This sound was sudden, and this temple was unable to defend against it suddenly." The monk, thin as bones and suffering from illness, spoke with a voice like thunder. He held a bell in his palm and flew out of the temple. He added many seals and then stopped the sound of this bell, bathing it in the mirror light of the Qian Tian Jing: "I ask the Buddha treasures in this place to please examine!"

If you don't count the already passed away Ku Zhi, Ku Bing is the one with the worst temper among the brothers of this generation in the suspended temple. But Ku Zhi's temper also became bad later; he was explosive from a young age. But a great disaster was imminent, involving the survival of the sect, so he had to stand out and bow his head. Of course, this matter could not be handled by the abbot. The senior uncle of the Cai Hua Court had high seniority, the junior brother of the Zhi Shi Court had a stiff face, only he, the head of the three courts and one Xiang Long Court, came out to state the case. If Ku Zhi were still here... Ku Zhi could smile and pull someone's sleeve corner to say good words, and let the spit on his face dry by itself. They always said Ku Zhi had no rules, and Ku Zhi always said that the monks in the temple were all pretentious.

"Senior brother is willing to place the temple's treasure, which is never lightly moved, under the mirror light of the Qian Tian Jing, to be monitored and explored by the people of Jing Country. This cannot be said to show no attitude—" Ku Hui, dressed in black and with a serious face, stood on the highest level of the suspended temple, quietly listening to the outside: "But will the people of Jing Country recognize it?"

Master Ku Ming, always with a bitter face, stood on the window sill and looked down. He did not speak for a while, only the bitter expression on his face grew stronger. The suspended temple, adjacent to the Xing Yue Plain, had always maintained a neutral posture, standing between Jing and Qi. The two overlords also gave them some face and did not deliberately force them to one side. But today was different; in dealing with Dizang, the two countries of Jing and Qi stood on the same stance.

In an instant, in the mirror light of the Qian Tian Jing, the voice of the Great Jing Jin Wang Ji Xuanzhen rang out: "Since it was sudden, there must be no second sound. The suspended temple's bell will be sealed by the suspended temple itself. As for whether the first ring was truly unintentional of the suspended temple, we will wait for the central Heavenly Emperor to return to court, and there will be an explanation!" As soon as this voice fell, the mirror light rolled up and actually retreated. Jing Country gave up monitoring the Ting Yu Bell, and even withdrew their monitoring of the suspended temple! Ji Fengzhou would have to settle accounts after returning to court. So, Ji Xuanzhen's representing Jing Country's withdrawal of the Qian Tian Jing light was either a demonstration of confidence in the central empire's deterrence, or a weak performance of being fundamentally unable to suppress this bell?

Ku Ming lowered his eyes, feeling even more bitter.

Today, there are four great Zen sects in all the heavens. They are respectively the present world suspended temple, Mount Sumeru, the demon realm ancient difficult mountain, and the Black Lotus Temple. If you barely count the Xi Yue Nunnery, then there are five sects.

Compared truly, the suspended temple and Mount Sumeru have a longer inheritance, while the strength of the ancient difficult mountain and Black Lotus Temple have surpassed them later. This is mainly because they suffered a heavy blow from the great calamity of exterminating Buddha, and their vitality has not recovered until now. Moreover, the transmission of the Dharma in the present world is still facing the challenge of several other prominent schools, and there is no Buddha sitting in town!

Compared to the ancient difficult mountain and Black Lotus Temple, there are almost no too strong opponents in the demon realm. Below the Taigu Imperial City, these two sects stand.

Dizang's layout today is not just for a day. The World Honored One's original intention, how could it not be the World Honored One! Although the World Honored One's three bells, which followed his body, already had their own masters, he could easily shake them relying on the earlier pieces. The only incongruous place was...

One of the three bells, the Zhi Ting Bell, was currently in Mount Sumeru, not in the ancient difficult mountain. As a Dao instrument for "spreading the Dao outside the state and making sentient beings know and hear," the Zhi Ting Bell was more suitable for his current layout. The fact that the Zhi Ting Bell was lost in the ancient difficult mountain that year, to him, was a kind of heavenly favor! If this bell were still there today, the ancient difficult mountain would certainly give him unreserved support—although the demon realm did not revere him much, anything that could consume the things of the human race in the present world was an absolutely correct choice for all demons. With the support of the ancient difficult mountain, which had the strength to be the first Zen sect in the myriad realms, and possibly obtaining the nod of the Guang Ming Wang Tathagata... how much more winning chance could he add to this game today!

It's just a pity... This kind of near miss is perhaps also the profundity of fate. Even if the will of heaven is my will, the will of heaven also has many things that cannot be achieved, and my will is equally difficult to avoid. Dizang was already accustomed to not getting what he wished. He only prostrated here, chanting humbly: "Buddha has no fixed fruit, Buddha has no fixed appearance, Buddha has no fixed body. This is my Buddha."

In that field of purple bamboo, Jiang Wang's voice suddenly rang out. He walked through the forest, the purple light staining the hem of his clothes, the heavenly scriptures and earthly warp lines were his footsteps, and his voice was cold and grand, not moved by the sound of Sanskrit—

"He is chanting the 'Shang Hui Shen Hui Gen Guo Collection'! I read it once in the demon realm. It is demon-transmitted Buddhism, a collection of Xiong Chan Shi's dharma lectures in the ancient difficult mountain! It is an answer to the seventh dharma king Xiang Mi's question, explaining that there is no difference between the two realms of Buddha, regardless of human or demon division—he might be seeking support from the demon realm!" Since he knew this scripture, he immediately transmitted the knowledge, making sure that all those who were killing Dizang heard it. Like a gibbon knowing the source of a flow, he blocked himself. If it was a joint action of the demon race, then it required a response from the human race's high-level.

"Benefactor Jiang Wang!" This was the first time Dizang called Jiang Wang by name: "You see and hear, yet do not understand." He said: "Therefore, I say with this scripture—Buddha is not what you see, the one who succeeds the World Honored One’s will is named the World Honored One!"

Dizang was born from the source of the World Honored One, naturally inheriting the Buddha lineage and benefiting from the good faith under heaven. The central Heavenly Emperor's order spread throughout the heavens, calling the various Zen sects in the present world to close their doors, which had cut off his offerings to the greatest extent, but it still could not fundamentally sever his faith. Not to mention those high monks and great virtues who had cultivated Zen merit for a long time; although they dared not loudly recite scriptures on the surface, they found ways to quietly give support, and there were countless of them. After all, he was the World Honored One in a certain sense! In the ancient era, he walked barefoot on the great earth rampant with magic tides, saving suffering, saving difficulties, saving the dying, and helping the injured. In the middle ancient era, he participated in the war against the Dragon Emperor, helping the middle ancient human emperor complete the great split of the water race. His virtue illuminated ten thousand worlds, and his dharma was transmitted throughout the heavens!

At this moment, Dizang directly titled himself the World Honored One, proclaiming his ten thousand ancient names. The places where Buddha was transmitted in the heavens and myriad realms were in turmoil for a time. The joint pressure of the three sides of Jing, Qi, and Chu's imperial power could not completely suppress it! Like the suspended temple, Mount Sumeru, and other key Buddhist realms, all had ambiguous attitudes. Other Buddhist temples had those bald heads who were not afraid of being pulled by their hair and gritted their teeth to move forward. For a time, the Dharma was transmitted throughout the myriad realms, and the praise of Buddha was endless.

Dizang, with his physical body, prostrated on the Wang Hai Platform, and around his body, countless Dao light shadows floated and turned—there were monks climbing high to hang Buddha bones, facing ten thousand arrows while reciting Buddhist scriptures. There were temples that closed their doors and paid with a torch, exhausting their good merits for relics. Endless sacrifices all came towards Dizang, giving him infinite support and unlimited power.

"Gentlemen, look again, who is oppressing, who is harming, who is manufacturing suffering, who has faith, who is pious—who is not allowed to have faith!" In the continuously changing light shadows, his voice said: "You have no right to remove harm from the people, and I will not disappoint the evil of the common people—today's suffering is to save the common people!"

"I receive slaughter for sentient beings!"

He pressed his two hands on the Wang Hai Platform and thus supported it! Although Wen Mountain existed, the ghost god halberd was still there. But heaven and earth shook! Not only the deep sea of the Heavenly Way, not only the underworld. The three bells played together, and the Zen time was shared by all the heavens... He almost shook the Divine Continent!

"Fate is empty, fate is empty!"

The tip of the knife on his neck was slowly forced out of his neck. Tian Fei, who was holding the knife, also lifted up together with the Life-Cutting Knife. "I say to you—if there is no me now, how can there be a past?" "Burning Lamp, Maitreya, all are World Honored Ones." "The World Honored One is already dead, the past does not exist, and the future has also been cut off!"

"It is me—" He said: "I create reincarnation, open the six paths, calling this all to recur." "Now cut me with eternal life, and you also lose me in darkness." "There is no present World Buddha, what past do you cultivate? Your past is empty, empty!"

Widely hear the name of the World Honored One, know the Dao of the World Honored One, I hear the heart of the World Honored One. Although the three bells were added for only an instant, Dizang in this instant was simply terrifying, faintly showing some of the World Honored One's posture during his full prosperity. Blocking the Life-Cutting, pushing the Wen Mountain, lifting the war halberd, even the Buddha golden body flowing in the heaven river was pressed down by Ji Fengzhou! The one being slaughtered in the depths of the heaven sea, bearing three venerable ones on one body, was still killing the past in the present! The human shadow on the Heavenly Way scroll actually faded! That brilliant mortal world heaven and earth tripod actually dimmed in an instant. The rolling mortal dust tide, the tide retreated to the human world.

Tian Fei raised her head and spat out a mouthful of heart-tip blood... The blood mist filled the sky like a red veil! Stab! But saw the red veil suddenly torn apart, and a delusional cutting knife tore open a path in the darkness. And in this path, a figure in gold and green clothes penetrated the blood mist. In Tian Fei's upward gaze, it shot vertically through the world, like a battering ram, ramming on the mortal world heaven and earth tripod—emitting a fourth ring that was extremely similar to a bell sound.

I also once protected the Dao with three bells, and I also once had fate empty when calamity came. How many times has painstaking effort been destroyed, only to finally know that fate coming is also a calamity. A fierce flame instantly surged up, and the red tripod rekindled its red glory. The thick flames of the mortal world heaven and earth tripod boiled like a cauldron! The most scorching mortal dust from ancient times to the present boiled in Jiang Wugu’s tripod.

Buddha gave me a dream of Blue Ink, I give Buddha a calamity of mortal dust!

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