Chapter 18 The Monks and Buddhas of the Pure Land

The Buddhist Pure Land was solemn and vast. Several *seng fo* (monk-Buddhas) formed from *sarira* (relics) extended their hands from their minds and mouths. Their palms radiated vast golden light, faintly resembling the size of a Buddhist temple. They reached towards Wei Yuan, the force between their fingers bringing a powerful wind that pressed against his face.

This was the opponent's home ground; it was not advisable to fight for long.

Wei Yuan decisively severed the connection with his original true spirit.

The Buddhist Dharma Protector deity, with his hands clasped together and eagle shoulders, returned to his original stern, compassionate appearance.

Thus, the *seng fo*’s palm stopped in front of the Dharma Protector deity, frowning slightly.

"This fiend has escaped..."

"I wonder what his origins are."

The *seng fo* walked up to the Dharma Protector deity, unable to find any abnormalities on him. He clasped his hands together and replied, "It seems an outer demon has possessed him, a *yu wai tian mo* (demon from beyond the heavens), daring to invade my Great Thunderclap Temple's Pure Land."

The great Buddha, seated high on a lotus throne, his face almost indiscernible, said:

"The opportunity for great change in the world is at hand, just as my Buddha is about to be born and deliver all living beings. No mistakes can be tolerated."

"We must use the means of thunder with a compassionate heart."

"Compassion, compassion. Which of you will capture this fiend and bring him back?"

If Wei Yuan were here, he would surely be astonished that these *seng fo*, who should have been formed from *sarira* at their core, seemed to possess their own will and judgment. One of them, a compassionate-faced deity, stepped forward, clasped his hands together, and said:

"Amitabha, I have great divine power, able to observe the past and future, all living beings."

"I can capture this fiend."

The other *seng fo* all said, "Excellent, excellent."

The deity who had spoken earlier stretched out his palm, his five fingers slightly spread. It was clearly a means of divination, but he insisted on calling it great divine power. Wei Yuan had only just pulled his consciousness back, his head throbbing, and he felt as if his ears were buzzing with the sound of chanting and sutras.

Even his nose was bleeding because of the forced interruption.

Yet, he still had to force himself to stay awake and record the Buddhist knowledge he needed.

He had only recorded half of it when a premonition arose in his heart. His entire cultivation was warning him. According to the records he had exchanged from the Great Han Martial Repository, this was a reaction that naturally occurred when a cultivator proficient in divination was having his heavenly secrets divined by someone else.

Without a doubt, it was definitely the Buddhist sect he had just fleeced so heavily.

Wei Yuan didn't want his identity to be discovered, adding more trouble to the situation. He flipped his hand and took out the Mountain God's Edict, directly blocking it in front of him, guiding all the heavenly secrets into the Mountain God's Seal. Strictly speaking, this Mountain God could also be considered him.

'The me wearing a disguise is still me. No problem at all.'

Wei Yuan silently added in his heart, continuing to frantically copy the scriptures while stemming the bleeding from his nose.

He secretly complained that he had never worked so hard before his college entrance exams.

In that pure land, the *seng fo* grasped the heavenly secrets, chanted a Buddhist prayer, and was about to see who was doing such a thing. He widened his eyes, wanting to see who it was. He thought he saw a young man wearing a short-sleeved shirt, loose pants, and sneakers.

But in an instant, the scene changed, and the monk staggered backward.

In this pure land of the Spirit Mountain, a man in a tall crown and wide sleeves suddenly appeared. This was only a phantom image, but an aura unique to the ancestral court of the mountains, ancient and distant, emanated out, shattering and disrupting the original Buddhist aura. His expression was indifferent and detached, with a hint of vicissitudes that spanned countless years. His eyes calmly overlooked this pure land.

The *seng fo* who had made the attempt lost face, and proclaimed a Buddhist prayer, saying:

"Great Thunderclap Temple, how can you be so presumptuous!"

"Amitabha, how outrageous! This humble monk will see what your origins are!"

He formed the Abhaya Mudra.

The ancient image vanished in an instant.

The *seng fo* forcibly activated his divine power, wanting to see the past and future, to trace the man's past.

The scene before him dissipated, and he instead saw a mountain. He knew it was just a mountain god spirit. This mountain should be the ancestral ground. It didn't seem to be a famous mountain like the Five Peaks. It seemed to be just an unknown, remote mountain. Not recognizing the vastness of Buddhism, it naturally had no fear in its heart. So, the *seng fo* used his divine power again, and the mountain appeared before him, suddenly becoming enormous.

He was slightly surprised, but he saw people, dressed in simple clothes, chanting ancient songs. He saw an ancient altar on the mountain, with *taotie* patterns that were unique to the Shang Dynasty. He heard the language of the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors period.

Singing and dancing, the passage of time, the vicissitudes of life were displayed before his eyes.

Time itself had the power to make anyone lose their senses, and now, directly witnessing this scene, the Buddhist monk was also slightly lost. He was speechless, and felt a sense of foreboding in his heart. Just as he was about to withdraw his power, the ancestral veins and sacrifices all disappeared.

What remained was a young man with a lazy and gentle appearance.

He was propped up on his arms, lying on the ground, a blade of grass between his teeth, looking lost in thought at the vast starry sky.

The youngest son of Emperor Yao.

A key subject of Da Yu.

Also, the ancestor of the Yin Shang—

His name was Qi, the Qi of covenant.

The ancestor of the Divine Land calendar. Of course, more importantly, he was the ancestor of astrology and divination on this land, the founder who opened the precedent for divination in the Yin Shang lineage.

*Seng fo*: "............"

No,

This humble monk was just planning to calculate the origin of this mountain...

It's not necessary, really not necessary...

He felt a chill run up his spine at that moment.

He hurriedly tried to withdraw his power, but the youth, who was seriously watching the changes in the stars in order to divine the heavens, paused, then lowered his head. He seemed to have seen a future spiritual opportunity from that starry sky, as if sensing that someone in the distant future was divining him.

Surprised, then he smiled slightly.

He casually returned a move.

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In the mystical realm of Spirit Mountain, the numerous Buddhas, Bodhisattvas, and deities watched as the *seng fo*'s movements suddenly froze.

Then, a look of panic appeared on his face.

The Vajra Abhaya Mudra in his hand dissipated, and he hurriedly rose to retreat.

Accompanied by a crisp sound, he and his *sarira* were instantly reduced to dust.

The numerous Buddhas and Vajras looked at each other, silent for a long time. One of them said, "This *yu wai tian mo* is truly fierce and wicked. However, it seems he is on guard against visions of the past and future. This humble monk has a divine power that can observe the eight directions of heaven and earth, the three thousand worlds, as easily as looking at lines on his palm. I am willing to try."

He also rose and used his divine power again.

The man in the tall crown and wide sleeves, with an ancient aura, reappeared.

The 'Bodhisattva' stretched out his hand, wanting to divine the four directions and the three thousand worlds. With the blessing of this Buddhist Pure Land, these divine powers did indeed have incredible wonders. Following that wisp of spiritual opportunity, he appeared in an unfamiliar realm and also sensed that mountain.

Wei Yuan sensed what the Buddhist sect was doing through the Mountain God Seal.

The divine power transmission path, on the other hand, guided this Buddhist divine power along the vine to the ancestral veins of Yin Shang.

Wei Yuan was about to forcibly mobilize the Mountain God Seal and use the power of the ancestral veins of Yin Shang to suppress a wisp of the *seng fo*'s true spirit, but he vaguely 'saw' a wisp of the *seng fo*'s spiritual thought rise into the air, shining like the sun in all directions. Then, with extreme majesty and grandeur, and a voice like thunder, he faintly said, almost as a demonstration:

"Amitabha, what kind of petty demon dares to not quickly reveal yourself and convert to my Buddha?!"

The voice constantly spread out using the Buddhist Lion's Roar technique.

Then, it slowly dissipated in this Mountain Sea Realm, the sound continuously overflowing, layer upon layer, solemn and righteous, with the Vajra aura of subduing all outer demons.

Wei Yuan, who had originally planned to stop him, couldn't help but gasp.

He subconsciously took a step back.

Yes, it had to be said that this *seng fo*'s move was extremely impressive.

It was both majestic and grand, and also had the aura of subduing outer demons.

Impressive, impressive.

But, but, this was the Mountain Sea Realm...

Even Yu the Great didn't dare to be so arrogant.

He had to exile them bit by bit.

You're so strong, does the Buddha know?

The monk had just uttered those bold words, and was about to use his eyes to see the four directions, but from the west, he saw a scarlet dragon, enormous beyond compare, with a human head and a dragon body. He saw it slowly open its eyes, and the world it was in shone brightly. When it closed its eyes, it was all darkness. Those eyes fell on him.

"...Who are you?"

There was also a winged tiger, fierce and terrifying, awe-inspiring, wanting to devour all living beings.

Qiongqi saw the *seng fo*, but suddenly laughed, amused:

"So that's how it is. I like this person. You're not allowed to kill him."

"I want to play with him."

The expression on the *fo seng*'s face slowly solidified.

Qiongqi clawed at his bald head, leaving several bloody marks.

It hurt.

But he didn't dare to move, didn't dare to move.

"Hmm?? Wait a minute..."

Qiongqi, who usually liked to kill good people and gladly bestow favors on evil people, froze. He circled the monk, sniffed him slightly, and suddenly frowned, "Wait a minute, why do you have the scent of that Yuan?!"

"You know him?"

The murderous intent was chilling. The *seng fo*'s body stiffened, and he felt his scalp tingle.

He wanted to say that he didn't know that Yuan at all.

But it was too late. The last image that flashed before his eyes was Qiongqi's grinning face, and the tiger claws that were fiercely swung down.

This humble monk is wronged!

In the Buddhist Pure Land, the second *seng fo* who was divining the origin of the attacker instantly shattered. This time it was even more ruthless. It was unknown what he had encountered, but all three *sarira* on his body were reduced to dust, scattered cleanly in the wind. The Buddhist Pure Land was also silent.

After a moment of silence, only the great Buddha sitting in the center clasped his hands together, chanted a Buddhist prayer, and said:

"Do not look at the past and future, do not look at the four directions."

"This fiend is vicious and evil, no longer a *yu wai tian mo*. This is a Demon King."

"I will take action to capture him."

He paused and said, "If the fierce demon's demonic flames are滔天 (towering to the heavens), even I may not be able to restrain him."

"We must be cautious for a few days."

The *seng fo* Bodhisattvas in this place, all formed from *sarira*, clasped their hands together and chanted "Excellent, excellent." The great Buddha, whose body was formed from hundreds of *sarira*, no longer dared to boast wildly, saying anything about the past and future, the three thousand worlds. He was just cautious, reaching towards that ancient man himself.

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Wei Yuan had thoroughly reviewed the Buddhist scriptures in his mind.

Then, he sensed the appearance of a third Buddhist divination, and this time it was coming straight for him. If it had been the first two times, he would not have feared it, but this time, although the momentum of the attack was not grand, it was extremely heavy, giving people a sense of solidity.

Wei Yuan seriously considered it.

He confirmed that he couldn't win.

So, without hesitation, he turned around, pinched his nose, and jumped directly into the Huai River.

"Water Lord, Water Lord!!"

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Wu Zhiqi was studying his underwater power generation facilities, purely using the Thunder technique as its core, using extremely condensed and refined magic power to turn it into a power generation system model. He had indeed achieved an extremely stable output method for water-yin lightning. Just as he was pondering it, he saw Wei Yuan coming with the water.

Seeing that he seemed to be in a hurry, Wu Zhiqi suppressed the pride in his heart.

He even abandoned the magic power protection for his own achievements, pretending not to care, and said indifferently:

"Oh? You've come at the right time."

"Today, I saw some insignificant ideas regarding the so-called electricity, and you can..."

Just as Wei Yuan arrived, a golden palm reached down.

The torrent surged.

Wu Zhiqi had been busy for a long time, using magic power to simulate the characteristics of the parts little by little, and then piecing together the stable water-yin lightning device made of tens of thousands of parts, and it was smashed into powder. *Pa*! Nothing was left. Wu Zhiqi's eyes were dull, and then the words "pǐn jiàn pǐn jiàn" (to assess, to assess) slowly came out of his mouth.

He fell into silence, looking at the bitterly smiling Wei Yuan.

The golden palm slowly closed, and a compassionate, solemn voice said: "Amitabha."

"Benefactor, this humble monk intends to invite you to my Great Thunderclap Temple for a chat."

Wu Zhiqi's face turned black. He looked at Wei Yuan, and muttered to himself:

"Great Thunderclap Temple?"

He reached out, picked up Wei Yuan, and placed him aside, his stomach full of fire. He cracked his knuckles and said with a ferocious smile:

"You, get out of the way."

"I'm going!"

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At that moment, the Buddha on the other side was overjoyed, but his expression was gentle and solemn, and he only said, "Excellent, excellent."

Then he retracted his hand.

He caught him.

And he still looks like a human.

ps: Today's first update...3700 words. I forgot to add thanks after yesterday's first update title, so I'll add it today.