8mi Chapter 73 Even Dipankara Buddha left here; Buddha could no longer sit idly by.
Chapter 73 Even Dipankara Buddha left here; Buddha could no longer sit idly by.
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Sun Wukong, who was squatting on a tree in the yard eating a peach, almost fell over when he heard this.
What does that mean? The oldest Buddha in Lingshan isn't going back?
Tang Sanzang was also taken aback, looking at the lamp.
Ran Deng turned his head and glanced at the cobblestone path outside the villa.
The three thousand Jiedi and five hundred Arhats were still resting by the roadside, while the Dragon-Taming Arhat and the Tiger-Subduing Arhat sat in the mud, covered in dust.
"Buddha made a mistake in this game of chess." Randeng's voice was very soft, and only a few people in the courtyard could hear it.
"He thought he could use his power to suppress people, but he didn't know that some powerful forces are not even a breeze here."
Ran Deng turned his gaze back to Lu Chen.
"The old monk's magical power is like a mud ox entering the sea before you, benefactor. That glass lamp has already recognized your mortal fire."
"If I go back, I will not be able to answer to the Buddha, and I will only be tainted by more karma."
Ran Deng pointed to an old locust tree outside the courtyard, near the newly paved cobblestone path.
"If you don't mind, this old monk would like to sit under that tree."
"I don't chant scriptures, I don't cause trouble. I just act as a bystander watching the road."
Lu Chen looked at him; this old monk was quite the bachelor.
If you can't win, and your magic weapon is useless, just lie down on the spot.
This is tantamount to telling Buddha in a roundabout way: I have done my best, I have even sacrificed myself, so please don't bother me anymore.
"Suit yourself." Lu Chen withdrew his gaze. "The land under the tree is free. But if you dare to steal cucumbers from my vegetable garden, I'll still beat you with a broom."
"I've noted it down."
The lamp-lighter bowed again.
Then, he did not take the glass lamp on the table that had turned into a kerosene lamp.
He turned around, dragging his frail steps, and slowly walked out of the courtyard gate.
He walked to the old locust tree and sat down cross-legged.
With his hands tucked into the sleeves of his tattered robe and his eyes closed, he looked like an old man basking in the sun at the edge of a village.
Outside the valley, the Arhat Subduing Dragon saw the Ancient Buddha Dipankara emerge and was about to go up to greet him.
They found that the ancient Buddha was sitting under a tree with his eyes closed, seemingly having no intention of taking them back to Mount Ling.
The Arhat who subdues dragons was dumbfounded.
"Buddha... what is this...?"
Ran Deng didn't even lift his eyelids.
"The road is paved well. Let's continue tomorrow."
The Arhat who subdues dragons has completely collapsed, and even the Ancient Buddha Dipankara has been left behind?!
What kind of infamous den of iniquity is this Wuwu Manor?! Are the people from Lingshan sending one person after another, or even sending two people after another?!
……
The rear hall of the Heavenly Court's Lingxiao Palace.
The Jade Emperor stared at the image reflected in the Haotian Mirror.
Venus stood to the side, clutching his whisk tightly, barely daring to breathe.
In the mirror, the Dipankara Buddha finished his porridge and sat down under a tree.
The glass lamp, representing ancient power, was casually tossed onto the stone table by Lu Chen, emitting black smoke.
The Jade Emperor felt a chill run down his back, a chill that went right through him.
"Venus." The Jade Emperor's voice was dry.
"Your subject... Your subject is here."
"Has the lock on the South Heavenly Gate been secured?"
"Your Majesty, three more have been added. The Four Heavenly Kings haven't dared to blink; they're watching intently."
"Not enough." The Jade Emperor suddenly stood up and spun around twice.
"Let's add two more dishes!"
"Also, go to the Tongtian River and send a message. Tell the Water Deity to seal off the waterways leading to the mortal realm! No one is allowed to descend to the mortal world without permission!"
The Jade Emperor is truly afraid now.
Dipankara Buddha! He was a big shot who didn't leave his name on the Investiture of the Gods, but directly achieved sainthood in his physical body and went to the Western Paradise!
So he was completely won over by a bowl of porridge? He didn't even get angry!
If Lu Chen ever takes a dislike to the Heavenly Court and comes to stroll around, will he still have the Lingxiao Palace?
"Your Majesty, please calm down! Your Majesty, don't panic!" Venus quickly reassured him.
"Since Lu Chen has no intention of attacking the Heavenly Court, it means he has no hostility towards us."
"The one facing the biggest headache right now is probably Lingshan."
The Jade Emperor stopped, pondered for a few seconds, and nodded emphatically.
"You're right, Buddha is definitely more anxious than I am right now."
The Jade Emperor sat down again, picked up the cup of cooled tea, took a sip, and calmed his nerves.
"I want to see who Buddha will send out this time."
……
The Western Paradise, the Great Thunder Temple.
The Buddha sat on a lotus throne.
The entire hall was eerily quiet.
Just now, the guardian Arhat of the Eight Treasures Merit Pool scrambled into the main hall to report.
The golden lotus that was the natal symbol of Dipankara Buddha has withered.
This does not mean that the ancient Buddha has passed away; it means that the ancient Buddha has completely severed the karmic connection with Mount Ling.
Simply put, Dipankara Buddha has been removed from the official establishment of Lingshan.
Guanyin Bodhisattva stood below, head bowed.
She dared not look into the Buddha's eyes; among all the gods and Buddhas in the hall, no one dared to utter a sound at this moment.
The Buddha closed his eyes, and the prayer beads he was twirling in his hand suddenly stopped.
Click.
A Buddhist rosary made of Bodhi seeds crumbled into powder between his fingers.
"Good tactic."
The Buddha slowly opened his eyes, and there was no trace of compassion in his golden eyes.
There was only endless oppressive power.
"What a magnificent Wuwu Mountain Villa!"
"It can even shatter the will of an ancient Buddha."
The Buddha slowly stood up.
His presence caused the entire dome of the Great Thunderclap Temple to tremble.
"The journey to the West has been cut off, the Arhats have been detained, and even the ancient Buddha has been kept behind."
The Buddha stepped down from the lotus platform.
"The face of Lingshan has been tarnished."
"Since others won't give us this advantage."
The Buddha looked out of the main hall, his gaze piercing through the layers of clouds, locking onto the small valley in Jambudvipa.
"Then I'll go get it myself."
The Buddha stepped out of the Great Thunderclap Temple without a lotus platform or any attendants. He walked eastward alone, stepping through the void.
But with each step he took, the fortune of the Three Realms shook violently as if struck by a heavy hammer.
Beyond the thirty-third heaven, the teacup in the Jade Emperor's hand cracked with a sharp sound.
Tea spilled onto the back of his hand, but the Jade Emperor seemed oblivious, simply staring at the Haotian Mirror.
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Zhenyuan Daxian stopped meditating, opened the window, looked at the sky in the west that was dyed black, and frowned.
At Wuwu Mountain Villa, the wind has stopped.
The sun, which was about to set, was suddenly covered by a dazzling, almost blinding gold.
The sky and the ground were all covered in a pure, flawless golden yellow.
A chilling sense of oppression descended upon us.
The half-eaten peach in Sun Wukong's hand rolled to the ground. He raised his head, his fiery eyes bloodshot, and squeezed out two words: "Buddha..."
The lamp lit up under the tree and its fingers, which were turning the prayer beads, stopped.
Lu Chen dusted off his hands and slowly stood up from the recliner.
He smiled as he looked at the enormous Buddha image that was slowly appearing in the sky.
"The main player has finally agreed to step in."
At this moment, the Buddha's light in the Western Paradise became exceptionally dazzling.
"Buddha!" Guanyin exclaimed in surprise, "What are you doing...?"
"The journey to the West has been cut off, the Arhats have been detained, and even the ancient Buddha has been kept behind."
The Buddha stepped down from the lotus platform.
"The face of Lingshan has been tarnished."
"Since others won't give us this advantage."
The Buddha looked out of the main hall, his gaze piercing through the layers of clouds, locking onto the small valley in Jambudvipa.
"Then I'll go get it myself."
The Buddha stepped out of the Great Thunderclap Temple without a lotus platform or any attendants. He walked eastward alone, stepping through the void.
But with each step he took, the fortune of the Three Realms shook violently as if struck by a heavy hammer.
Beyond the thirty-third heaven, the teacup in the Jade Emperor's hand cracked with a sharp sound.
Tea spilled onto the back of his hand, but the Jade Emperor seemed oblivious, simply staring at the Haotian Mirror.
Wanshoushan Wuzhuang Temple
Zhenyuan Daxian stopped meditating, opened the window, looked at the sky in the west that was dyed black, and frowned.
At Wuwu Mountain Villa, the wind has stopped.
The sun, which was about to set, was suddenly covered by a dazzling, almost blinding gold.
The sky and the ground were all covered in a pure, flawless golden yellow.
A chilling sense of oppression descended upon us.
The half-eaten peach in Sun Wukong's hand rolled to the ground. He raised his head, his fiery eyes bloodshot, and squeezed out two words: "Buddha..."
The lamp lit up under the tree and its fingers, which were turning the prayer beads, stopped.
Lu Chen dusted off his hands and slowly stood up from the recliner.
He smiled as he looked at the enormous Buddha image that was slowly appearing in the sky.
"The main player has finally agreed to step in."
"The journey to the West has been cut off, the Arhats have been detained, and even the ancient Buddha has been kept behind."
The Buddha stepped down from the lotus platform.
"The face of Lingshan has been tarnished."
"Since others won't give us this advantage."
The Buddha looked out of the main hall, his gaze piercing through the layers of clouds, locking onto the small valley in Jambudvipa.
"Then I'll go get it myself."
The Buddha stepped out of the Great Thunderclap Temple without a lotus platform or any attendants. He walked eastward alone, stepping through the void.
But with each step he took, the fortune of the Three Realms shook violently as if struck by a heavy hammer.
Beyond the thirty-third heaven, the teacup in the Jade Emperor's hand cracked with a sharp sound.
Tea spilled onto the back of his hand, but the Jade Emperor seemed oblivious, simply staring at the Haotian Mirror.
Wanshoushan Wuzhuang Temple
Zhenyuan Daxian stopped meditating, opened the window, looked at the sky in the west that was dyed black, and frowned.
At Wuwu Mountain Villa, the wind has stopped.
The sun, which was about to set, was suddenly covered by a dazzling, almost blinding gold.
The sky and the ground were all covered in a pure, flawless golden yellow.
A chilling sense of oppression descended upon us.
The half-eaten peach in Sun Wukong's hand rolled to the ground. He raised his head, his fiery eyes bloodshot, and squeezed out two words: "Buddha..."
The lamp lit up under the tree and its fingers, which were turning the prayer beads, stopped.
Lu Chen dusted off his hands and slowly stood up from the recliner.
He smiled as he looked at the enormous Buddha image that was slowly appearing in the sky.
"The main player has finally agreed to step in."
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At this moment, the Buddha's light in the Western Paradise became exceptionally dazzling.
"Buddha!" Guanyin exclaimed in surprise, "What are you doing...?"
"The journey to the West has been cut off, the Arhats have been detained, and even the ancient Buddha has been kept behind."
The Buddha stepped down from the lotus platform.
"The face of Lingshan has been tarnished."
"Since others won't give us this advantage."
The Buddha looked out of the main hall, his gaze piercing through the layers of clouds, locking onto the small valley in Jambudvipa.
"Then I'll go get it myself."
The Buddha stepped out of the Great Thunderclap Temple without a lotus platform or any attendants. He walked eastward alone, stepping through the void.
But with each step he took, the fortune of the Three Realms shook violently as if struck by a heavy hammer.
Beyond the thirty-third heaven, the teacup in the Jade Emperor's hand cracked with a sharp sound.
Tea spilled onto the back of his hand, but the Jade Emperor seemed oblivious, simply staring at the Haotian Mirror.
Wanshoushan Wuzhuang Temple
Zhenyuan Daxian stopped meditating, opened the window, looked at the sky in the west that was dyed black, and frowned.
At Wuwu Mountain Villa, the wind has stopped.
The sun, which was about to set, was suddenly covered by a dazzling, almost blinding gold.
The sky and the ground were all covered in a pure, flawless golden yellow.
A chilling sense of oppression descended upon us.
The half-eaten peach in Sun Wukong's hand rolled to the ground. He raised his head, his fiery eyes bloodshot, and squeezed out two words: "Buddha..."
The lamp lit up under the tree and its fingers, which were turning the prayer beads, stopped.
Lu Chen dusted off his hands and slowly stood up from the recliner.
He smiled as he looked at the enormous Buddha image that was slowly appearing in the sky.
"The main player has finally agreed to step in."
"Buddha!" Guanyin exclaimed in surprise, "What are you doing...?"
"The journey to the West has been cut off, the Arhats have been detained, and even the ancient Buddha has been kept behind."
The Buddha stepped down from the lotus platform.
"The face of Lingshan has been tarnished."
"Since others won't give us this advantage."
The Buddha looked out of the main hall, his gaze piercing through the layers of clouds, locking onto the small valley in Jambudvipa.
"Then I'll go get it myself."
The Buddha stepped out of the Great Thunderclap Temple without a lotus platform or any attendants. He walked eastward alone, stepping through the void.
But with each step he took, the fortune of the Three Realms shook violently as if struck by a heavy hammer.
Beyond the thirty-third heaven, the teacup in the Jade Emperor's hand cracked with a sharp sound.
Tea spilled onto the back of his hand, but the Jade Emperor seemed oblivious, simply staring at the Haotian Mirror.
Wanshoushan Wuzhuang Temple
Zhenyuan Daxian stopped meditating, opened the window, looked at the sky in the west that was dyed black, and frowned.
At Wuwu Mountain Villa, the wind has stopped.
The sun, which was about to set, was suddenly covered by a dazzling, almost blinding gold.
The sky and the ground were all covered in a pure, flawless golden yellow.
A chilling sense of oppression descended upon us.
The half-eaten peach in Sun Wukong's hand rolled to the ground. He raised his head, his fiery eyes bloodshot, and squeezed out two words: "Buddha..."
The lamp lit up under the tree and its fingers, which were turning the prayer beads, stopped.
Lu Chen dusted off his hands and slowly stood up from the recliner.
He smiled as he looked at the enormous Buddha image that was slowly appearing in the sky.
"The main player has finally agreed to step in."
"The journey to the West has been cut off, the Arhats have been detained, and even the ancient Buddha has been kept behind."
The Buddha stepped down from the lotus platform.
"The face of Lingshan has been tarnished."
"Since others won't give us this advantage."
The Buddha looked out of the main hall, his gaze piercing through the layers of clouds, locking onto the small valley in Jambudvipa.
"Then I'll go get it myself."
The Buddha stepped out of the Great Thunderclap Temple without a lotus platform or any attendants. He walked eastward alone, stepping through the void.
But with each step he took, the fortune of the Three Realms shook violently as if struck by a heavy hammer.
Beyond the thirty-third heaven, the teacup in the Jade Emperor's hand cracked with a sharp sound.
Tea spilled onto the back of his hand, but the Jade Emperor seemed oblivious, simply staring at the Haotian Mirror.
Wanshoushan Wuzhuang Temple
Zhenyuan Daxian stopped meditating, opened the window, looked at the sky in the west that was dyed black, and frowned.
At Wuwu Mountain Villa, the wind has stopped.
The sun, which was about to set, was suddenly covered by a dazzling, almost blinding gold.
The sky and the ground were all covered in a pure, flawless golden yellow.
A chilling sense of oppression descended upon us.
The half-eaten peach in Sun Wukong's hand rolled to the ground. He raised his head, his fiery eyes bloodshot, and squeezed out two words: "Buddha..."
The lamp lit up under the tree and its fingers, which were turning the prayer beads, stopped.
Lu Chen dusted off his hands and slowly stood up from the recliner.
He smiled as he looked at the enormous Buddha image that was slowly appearing in the sky.
"The main player has finally agreed to step in."
"The journey to the West has been cut off, the Arhats have been detained, and even the ancient Buddha has been kept behind."
The Buddha stepped down from the lotus platform.
"The face of Lingshan has been tarnished."
"Since others won't give us this advantage."
The Buddha looked out of the main hall, his gaze piercing through the layers of clouds, locking onto the small valley in Jambudvipa.
"Then I'll go get it myself."
The Buddha stepped out of the Great Thunderclap Temple without a lotus platform or any attendants. He walked eastward alone, stepping through the void.
But with each step he took, the fortune of the Three Realms shook violently as if struck by a heavy hammer.
Beyond the thirty-third heaven, the teacup in the Jade Emperor's hand cracked with a sharp sound.
Tea spilled onto the back of his hand, but the Jade Emperor seemed oblivious, simply staring at the Haotian Mirror.
Wanshoushan Wuzhuang Temple
Zhenyuan Daxian stopped meditating, opened the window, looked at the sky in the west that was dyed black, and frowned.
At Wuwu Mountain Villa, the wind has stopped.
The sun, which was about to set, was suddenly covered by a dazzling, almost blinding gold.
The sky and the ground were all covered in a pure, flawless golden yellow.
A chilling sense of oppression descended upon us.
The half-eaten peach in Sun Wukong's hand rolled to the ground. He raised his head, his fiery eyes bloodshot, and squeezed out two words: "Buddha..."
The lamp lit up under the tree and its fingers, which were turning the prayer beads, stopped.
Lu Chen dusted off his hands and slowly stood up from the recliner.
He smiled as he looked at the enormous Buddha image that was slowly appearing in the sky.
"The main player has finally agreed to step in."
At this moment, the Buddha's light in the Western Paradise became exceptionally dazzling.
"Buddha!" Guanyin exclaimed in surprise, "What are you doing...?"
"The journey to the West has been cut off, the Arhats have been detained, and even the ancient Buddha has been kept behind."
The Buddha stepped down from the lotus platform.
"The face of Lingshan has been tarnished."
"Since others won't give us this advantage."
The Buddha looked out of the main hall, his gaze piercing through the layers of clouds, locking onto the small valley in Jambudvipa.
"Then I'll go get it myself."
The Buddha stepped out of the Great Thunderclap Temple without a lotus platform or any attendants. He walked eastward alone, stepping through the void.
But with each step he took, the fortune of the Three Realms shook violently as if struck by a heavy hammer.
Beyond the thirty-third heaven, the teacup in the Jade Emperor's hand cracked with a sharp sound.
Tea spilled onto the back of his hand, but the Jade Emperor seemed oblivious, simply staring at the Haotian Mirror.
Wanshoushan Wuzhuang Temple
Zhenyuan Daxian stopped meditating, opened the window, looked at the sky in the west that was dyed black, and frowned.
At Wuwu Mountain Villa, the wind has stopped.
The sun, which was about to set, was suddenly covered by a dazzling, almost blinding gold.
The sky and the ground were all covered in a pure, flawless golden yellow.
A chilling sense of oppression descended upon us.
The half-eaten peach in Sun Wukong's hand rolled to the ground. He raised his head, his fiery eyes bloodshot, and squeezed out two words: "Buddha..."
The lamp lit up under the tree and its fingers, which were turning the prayer beads, stopped.
Lu Chen dusted off his hands and slowly stood up from the recliner.
He smiled as he looked at the enormous Buddha image that was slowly appearing in the sky.
"The main player has finally agreed to step in."
"Buddha!" Guanyin exclaimed in surprise, "What are you doing...?"
"The journey to the West has been cut off, the Arhats have been detained, and even the ancient Buddha has been kept behind."
The Buddha stepped down from the lotus platform.
"The face of Lingshan has been tarnished."
"Since others won't give us this advantage."
The Buddha looked out of the main hall, his gaze piercing through the layers of clouds, locking onto the small valley in Jambudvipa.
"Then I'll go get it myself."
The Buddha stepped out of the Great Thunderclap Temple without a lotus platform or any attendants. He walked eastward alone, stepping through the void.
But with each step he took, the fortune of the Three Realms shook violently as if struck by a heavy hammer.
Beyond the thirty-third heaven, the teacup in the Jade Emperor's hand cracked with a sharp sound.
Tea spilled onto the back of his hand, but the Jade Emperor seemed oblivious, simply staring at the Haotian Mirror.
Wanshoushan Wuzhuang Temple
Zhenyuan Daxian stopped meditating, opened the window, looked at the sky in the west that was dyed black, and frowned.
At Wuwu Mountain Villa, the wind has stopped.
The sun, which was about to set, was suddenly covered by a dazzling, almost blinding gold.
The sky and the ground were all covered in a pure, flawless golden yellow.
A chilling sense of oppression descended upon us.
The half-eaten peach in Sun Wukong's hand rolled to the ground. He raised his head, his fiery eyes bloodshot, and squeezed out two words: "Buddha..."
The lamp lit up under the tree and its fingers, which were turning the prayer beads, stopped.
Lu Chen dusted off his hands and slowly stood up from the recliner.
He smiled as he looked at the enormous Buddha image that was slowly appearing in the sky.
"The main player has finally agreed to step in."
"The journey to the West has been cut off, the Arhats have been detained, and even the ancient Buddha has been kept behind."
The Buddha stepped down from the lotus platform.
"The face of Lingshan has been tarnished."
"Since others won't give us this advantage."
The Buddha looked out of the main hall, his gaze piercing through the layers of clouds, locking onto the small valley in Jambudvipa.
"Then I'll go get it myself."
The Buddha stepped out of the Great Thunderclap Temple without a lotus platform or any attendants. He walked eastward alone, stepping through the void.
But with each step he took, the fortune of the Three Realms shook violently as if struck by a heavy hammer.
Beyond the thirty-third heaven, the teacup in the Jade Emperor's hand cracked with a sharp sound.
Tea spilled onto the back of his hand, but the Jade Emperor seemed oblivious, simply staring at the Haotian Mirror.
Wanshoushan Wuzhuang Temple
Zhenyuan Daxian stopped meditating, opened the window, looked at the sky in the west that was dyed black, and frowned.
At Wuwu Mountain Villa, the wind has stopped.
The sun, which was about to set, was suddenly covered by a dazzling, almost blinding gold.
The sky and the ground were all covered in a pure, flawless golden yellow.
A chilling sense of oppression descended upon us.
The half-eaten peach in Sun Wukong's hand rolled to the ground. He raised his head, his fiery eyes bloodshot, and squeezed out two words: "Buddha..."
The lamp lit up under the tree and its fingers, which were turning the prayer beads, stopped.
Lu Chen dusted off his hands and slowly stood up from the recliner.
He smiled as he looked at the enormous Buddha image that was slowly appearing in the sky.
"The main player has finally agreed to step in."
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"Buddha!" Guanyin exclaimed in surprise, "What are you doing...?"
"The journey to the West has been cut off, the Arhats have been detained, and even the ancient Buddha has been kept behind."
The Buddha stepped down from the lotus platform.
"The face of Lingshan has been tarnished."
"Since others won't give us this advantage."
The Buddha looked out of the main hall, his gaze piercing through the layers of clouds, locking onto the small valley in Jambudvipa.
"Then I'll go get it myself."
The Buddha stepped out of the Great Thunderclap Temple without a lotus platform or any attendants. He walked eastward alone, stepping through the void.
But with each step he took, the fortune of the Three Realms shook violently as if struck by a heavy hammer.
Beyond the thirty-third heaven, the teacup in the Jade Emperor's hand cracked with a sharp sound.
Tea spilled onto the back of his hand, but the Jade Emperor seemed oblivious, simply staring at the Haotian Mirror.
Wanshoushan Wuzhuang Temple
Zhenyuan Daxian stopped meditating, opened the window, looked at the sky in the west that was dyed black, and frowned.
At Wuwu Mountain Villa, the wind has stopped.
The sun, which was about to set, was suddenly covered by a dazzling, almost blinding gold.
The sky and the ground were all covered in a pure, flawless golden yellow.
A chilling sense of oppression descended upon us.
The half-eaten peach in Sun Wukong's hand rolled to the ground. He raised his head, his fiery eyes bloodshot, and squeezed out two words: "Buddha..."
The lamp lit up under the tree and its fingers, which were turning the prayer beads, stopped.
Lu Chen dusted off his hands and slowly stood up from the recliner.
He smiled as he looked at the enormous Buddha image that was slowly appearing in the sky.
"The main player has finally agreed to step in."