blueteamnovel Chapter 70 The Price of Overturning the Chessboard! The Ancient Buddha Dipankara descends the mounta
Chapter 70 The Price of Overturning the Chessboard! The Ancient Buddha Dipankara descends the mounta
"Did it flip over?"
Guanyin stood below the lotus platform. The pure glass bottle in her hand swayed slightly, spilling two drops of water.
She looked at Buddha.
The plan for the great revival of Buddhism had been in the works for thousands of years. Jin Chanzi had to reincarnate ten times to finally assemble the team for today's pilgrimage.
Now you're saying it's a complete upheaval?
"Buddha, this price..." Guanyin lowered her voice.
"No matter how great the price, it's better than watching the Buddhist community's fortunes be cut off." Buddha looked out the door.
"Lu Chen claimed that piece of land, the Heavenly Court turned a blind eye, and the Daoist sect watched the show."
"If we continue to follow the established path, Journey to the West will become a joke."
The Buddha raised his hand, and a golden rune flew out from his fingertips.
The runes landed in front of Guanyin.
"Let's go to the back mountain."
"Bring out the Dipankara Buddha."
"As they say, Mount Ling is no longer able to control the changes in the lower realm."
Guanyin caught the talisman and bowed her head in response.
She turned and left the main hall.
We walked towards the back of the mountain.
There is a forbidden area on the back mountain, where thick fog lingers year-round.
There are no birdsong, no insect chirping, and even the wind stops blowing here.
In the center is a pool called the Eight Treasures Merit Pool.
The water was a pale gold color, and a few withered lotus flowers floated on its surface.
Guanyin walked to the edge of the pool and threw the golden talisman in her hand into it.
Ripples spread across the water's surface.
Several bubbles rose from the bottom of the water.
A withered gray lotus flower slowly floated to the surface of the water.
An old monk sat cross-legged on the lotus flower.
The old monk was so thin he was practically skin and bones. He wore a patched gray robe and held a string of prayer beads of some unknown material in his hand.
His eyes were closed, and he wasn't breathing at all.
It's like a wooden carving that's been sitting for a long time.
Guanyin bowed down, put her hands together in prayer, and performed a deep bow.
"Disciple Guanyin pays respects to Dipankara Buddha."
The old monk didn't move.
A long time passed. So long that even Guanyin's forehead was covered in fine sweat.
The old monk's eyelid twitched slightly.
Slowly opened her eyes.
His eyes were cloudy, and no trace of Buddha's light could be seen.
"Has something happened outside?" The old monk's voice was hoarse, like two stones rubbing against each other.
"Reporting to the Ancient Buddha, the journey to the West has been cut off." Guanyin bowed her head. "The eighteen Arhats have been detained. Even the reincarnation of Jin Chanzi is unwilling to continue the journey to the West."
The old monk turned one of the prayer beads in his hand.
despair.
A soft sound.
"What did the Buddha say?"
"Buddha said that the chessboard should be overturned and the game started again."
The old monk nodded.
He slowly rose from the withered lotus flower.
The movements were slow, and the bones made cracking sounds.
He walked to the edge of the pool, bent down, and picked up a broken oil lamp that was placed on a stone.
There was only a tiny spark, the size of a soybean, on the wick, flickering on and off.
"understood."
The old monk, carrying a lamp, started walking.
I walked down the mountain step by step, without soaring through the clouds or riding the mist, just like an old man in the mortal world who was about to be unable to walk anymore.
But with every step he took, the hearts of the top beings in the Three Realms skipped a beat.
The rear hall of the Lingxiao Palace in the Ninth Heaven.
The Jade Emperor was dressed in casual clothes, holding a cup of tea in his hand, with the Haotian Mirror in front of him.
The image reflected in the mirror shows the ancient Buddha Dipankara carrying a lamp as he descends the mountain.
The Jade Emperor's hand trembled, and the tea spilled all over the table.
Venus quickly took out a handkerchief to wipe it.
"Stop wiping!" The Jade Emperor threw the teacup on the table and stood up abruptly.
"Has the lamp come out?"
The Jade Emperor stared at the mirror, his brows furrowed into a knot.
"Buddha has gone mad! He's brought out all the ancient secrets for a mere mortal!"
Venus swallowed.
"Your Majesty, the Ancient Buddha Dipankara was a ruthless killer during the Investiture of the Gods. If he were to descend from the mountain, the mortal realm would likely be thrown into chaos."
The Jade Emperor spun around twice before stopping.
"deliver an imperial order!"
"Add three locks to the South Heavenly Gate!"
"All four Heavenly Kings, take up positions! No closing your eyes for twelve hours!"
"From this moment forward, all external passages to Heaven are closed. No one is to be opened the door to anyone who knocks!"
"If anyone asks, just say my cold has worsened and I'm bedridden!"
Venus nodded repeatedly and ran off to deliver the imperial decree.
The Jade Emperor sighed and sat back down in his chair.
The fire in the mortal realm was burning ever brighter. He only prayed that it wouldn't burn his own eyebrows.
……
While the Heavenly Court was busy locking its gates, a bustling scene of activity was taking place on the dirt road outside Wuwu Manor.
Three thousand Jiedi (a type of official) formed a long line, transporting stones from the riverbank to the entrance of the mountain villa.
The pebbles are round and smooth.
Five hundred Arhats squatted on the ground, pressing the stones one by one into the soil and flattening them with their palms.
Without magical powers, they relied entirely on their physical strength to work.
The sun was so strong that their hair was greasy, and sweat dripped down their faces, hitting the muddy ground.
The Arhat who subdues dragons squatted at the very front, holding a handful of blood-stained gold teeth in his hands.
A tiger-taming Arhat is squatting nearby.
The two of them picked through the mud, picked out the larger gold teeth, and neatly embedded them in the middle of the road as a zebra crossing.
"Senior brother," the Arhat Subduing Tiger said, his voice trembling.
"Are our teeth properly aligned?"
The Arhat Subduing Dragon glared at him.
"Stop talking nonsense! Get to work!"
The Arhat Subduing Dragon glanced back at the entrance of the manor. Lu Chen moved a recliner and sat under the shade of a tree at the entrance.
He held a palm-leaf fan in his hand and slowly waved it.
On the small square table next to it was a pot of iced tea and a plate of sliced watermelon.
The Arhat Subduing Dragon glanced back at the entrance of the manor. Lu Chen moved a recliner and sat under the shade of a tree at the entrance.
He held a palm-leaf fan in his hand and slowly waved it.
On the small square table next to it was a pot of iced tea and a plate of sliced watermelon.
Sun Wukong squatted on a tree branch, spitting out watermelon seeds while acting as a supervisor.
"Hey, you bald guy over there! You didn't flatten the stone! It looks like it'll hurt my foot!"
"And that other thing! Hurry up and fetch water! The ground is all dry!"
The three thousand Jiedi dared not speak out in anger, and could only hasten their actions.
Tang Sanzang walked out of the courtyard carrying a bamboo broom.
He swept the fallen leaves at the door into a pile, then stood up straight and looked at the busy Lingshan army outside.
"Elder Tang, are you done sweeping?" Lu Chen took a bite of watermelon.
"All done sweeping." Tang Sanzang put his hands together in prayer.
"Benefactor, they've built this road quite quickly."
Lu Chen nodded.
"Many hands make light work. We have thousands of workers; why not use them?"
He pointed to the gravel road that had been paved for more than a mile.
"Look how smooth this road is. From now on, your feet won't get muddy when you go out on rainy days."
Tang Sanzang smiled but didn't say anything.
He turned around, ready to grab a broom and go back to the yard.
Just then, a figure appeared at the end of the cobblestone path in the distance.
The person walked very slowly, stepping on the cobblestones one by one, making a soft rustling sound.
Sun Wukong was the first to notice something was wrong. He stopped spitting out watermelon seeds and jumped down from the tree branch.
With a flick of his wrist, the golden cudgel appeared in his hand.
His sharp eyes narrowed to slits as he stared at the slowly approaching figure.
That person had no demonic aura, no celestial aura, no Buddha's light, nothing at all.
It blended completely into its surroundings, like a gust of wind.
But Sun Wukong's instincts told him that this person was extremely dangerous, even more terrifying than the eighteen Arhats from yesterday combined.