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"Who would have thought that a single incompetent general could lead to an entire army of incompetent soldiers!"
"I've given you so much earnest advice, but in the end, you still won't listen..."
"Namo Amitabha!"
Just as Zhou Xuan was getting angrier and angrier, a Buddhist chant suddenly rang in his ears.
Immediately afterward, Venerable Kasyapa's surprised voice rang in Zhou Xuan's ears, saying:
Why is the Holy Spirit so angry?
"In my humble opinion, Bodhi Tree's actions are truly virtuous!"
"???"
Upon hearing this, Zhou Xuan turned his head with a face full of confusion, staring straight at Venerable Kasyapa and said:
"A Bodhi demon and a Bodhi holy spirit?"
"Their combat capabilities are worlds apart. You're telling me this was the right choice?!"
"Holy Body, what are you thinking?!"
Before Venerable Kasyapa, who was being questioned by Zhou Xuan, could speak, the talkative imperial weapon, the Demon-Subduing Pestle, floated forward and began to speak incessantly:
"Is there even a need to choose?"
"Wouldn't it be more appropriate for Bodhi Demon to take things one step at a time and gradually solidify his foundation?!"
"As the old monk said, humility brings benefits, while pride invites loss."
“A Holy Spirit who is innately perfect may seem to have great fighting power, but a Holy Spirit who has never experienced a period of weakness will have their character affected after truly embarking on the path of enlightenment.”
"Only by knowing one's own weakness and understanding the path one has taken can one climb to a level that no one before can reach..."
As the talkative Emperor Weapon, the Demon-Subduing Pestle, recounted his tale, the Azure Lotus Demon, who was about to successfully transform into human form within the peerless immortal bud, nodded incessantly.
Clearly, Buddhist doctrines align perfectly with the values of the Azure Lotus Demon.
Seeing that the Azure Lotus Demon agreed with his explanation, the talkative Emperor Weapon Demon-Subduing Pestle excitedly flew forward and kept telling the Azure Lotus Demon the Buddhist scriptures, the Amitabha Sutra.
If it were discovered that the talkative Emperor's weapon, the Demon-Subduing Pestle, was casually disseminating the Imperial Scripture, which was created by the Great Emperor Amitabha and passed down as a classic text in the Western Desert, Venerable Kasyapa would have been dissatisfied long ago.
However, when he saw the Vajra Pestle imparting the Amitabha Sutra to the Blue Lotus Demon, Venerable Kasyapa showed no dissatisfaction whatsoever.
Instead of showing any dissatisfaction, he revealed a look of elation at his successful swindle.
After all, this Azure Lotus Demon is different from the others; it was transformed from the Immortal Azure Lotus Medicine.
Based on this alone, the value of the Azure Lotus Demon far surpasses that of the imperial princesses and princes whose bloodlines flow with the laws of the Great Emperor.
It can even be compared to the Chaos Body, which, once fully developed, can seize the throne of Chaos even if there is an emperor in the world.
Such a talented and beautiful person, if he could be guided into Buddhism.
Even exchanging it for Master's imperial weapon, the Demon-Subduing Pestle, wouldn't be a loss!
"Snapped!!!"
Just as Venerable Kasyapa was lost in thought,
The Buddhist sect converted the Azure Lotus Demon, and with the support of the Buddhist sect, the Azure Lotus Demon became invincible and attained the status of a Great Emperor.
suddenly,
In front of the talkative Emperor's weapon, the Demon-Subduing Pestle, who was lecturing the Azure Lotus Demon, a huge palm suddenly materialized.
The palm, radiating the unique aura of the Holy Body, appeared and slammed fiercely towards the Vajra Pestle.
A palm fell,
The Vajra Pestle was slapped away by Zhou Xuan from the summit of Ninety-Nine Dragon Mountain all the way to Mount Sumeru in the Western Desert.
"You didn't even ask me before going to all that trouble to get me a disciple to preach to you?"
Zhou Xuan, who had just swatted away the Vajra pestle, turned to look at Venerable Kasyapa and the golden Buddha and spoke:
"Fellow Daoists, why don't you do something about that thing!"
"Luckily, I have a good temper. If it were someone with a bad temper, I would have just thrown them into the foot bath!"
"Namo Amitabha."
Seeing Zhou Xuan looking at him, the golden Buddha clasped his hands together and, expressionless, chanted a Buddhist prayer:
"Fellow Daoist seems to have misunderstood me. I am merely a golden Buddha formed by the Great Emperor through the condensation of Buddhist faith."
"Don't be fooled by my eloquence and laughter; my true nature is still just an invincible body."
"Namo Amitabha."
Upon hearing the golden Buddha speak, Venerable Kasyapa, his face filled with sorrow, clasped his hands together in prayer.
"Holy Body, please forgive me. The Vajra Pestle is, after all, my master's imperial weapon. Although the Vajra Pestle is shapeless, it is still my master's most precious treasure to me."
"We are simply powerless to do anything about it!"
At this point, Venerable Kasyapa reached out and pulled out the coffin containing the body of the Amitabha Buddha Emperor, placing it in front of Zhou Xuan's face, and spoke with a fawning expression:
"Of course, if the Holy Body can revive my master."
“This humble monk believes that I am the Great Emperor Amitabha Buddha, and I am certain that I can restrain the actions of the Vajra Pestle.”
"Hmm, if Master knew what the Vajra Pestle had done all these years, he might, perhaps, possibly reforge it..."
This is a lie.
With a single cry of "Amitabha Buddha," the Great Emperor did not kill a single enemy.
What's more, it was the Demon-Subduing Pestle, an imperial weapon of the Amitabha Buddha Emperor, which he forged himself and has protected the Buddhist sect in the Western Desert to this day, and which he thinks of every moment.
Isn't it said that monks don't lie?
How could Venerable Kasyapa so readily utter lies?!
"call out!!"
“This little bald guy wasn’t lying.”
No sooner had Venerable Kasyapa finished speaking than the Vajra Pestle, which Zhou Xuan had slapped away, flew through the air and shamelessly hovered in front of Zhou Xuan, pointing at Venerable Kasyapa and saying:
Didn't you hear him say "maybe," "perhaps," or "perhaps"?
"He never said that the old bald man would definitely melt me down."
"To be honest, if the old bald guy could come back, I'd be willing to have him melted down..."
"I promised that if the experiment succeeds, I will try to see if I can awaken the Great Emperor Amitabha, who is in a state of annihilation."
Listening to the Vajra Pestle's eloquent narration, Zhou Xuan turned to look at Venerable Kasyapa and the golden Buddha opposite him and spoke:
"The experiment has now been successfully completed, and the immortal Bodhi tree is in a state of transformation."
"I will fulfill my promise and open the coffin of the Amitabha Buddha Emperor."
At this point, Zhou Xuan stepped forward, stood before the coffin of the Amitabha Buddha Emperor, and slowly began to speak:
"After all, I am also curious whether my method can awaken the Amitabha Buddha Emperor!"
Chapter 46 Amitabha Buddha, the Great Emperor, whose corpse is connected to spirits!
Zhou Xuan stepped forward and looked at the coffin.
The coffin was entirely pale yellow, without any decorative patterns.
According to Venerable Kasyapa, this coffin was placed on the day Amitabha Buddha turned 72,000 years old.
Sensing that his lifespan was coming to an end, he had not yet advanced the Dao of Nirvana to a level sufficient to allow him to live out his fourth life.
Fearing he wouldn't survive this ordeal, he molded clay into a coffin and, as usual, gave his final lecture to his disciples and followers of the Western Desert Buddhist sect.
He then instructed Venerable Kasyapa: "If this humble monk has not emerged from the coffin after eighty-one years, then bury this humble monk in the ancient star of the primordial wilderness."
As the words fell, the Amitabha Buddha Emperor, who had lived for 72,000 years, which coincided with the Buddhist number eight or nine, and who had ruled the universe, never personally killed a single life. Even when the Peacock Ancient Emperor, who had self-proclaimed himself the Supreme Being in the forbidden zone of life, was about to break free of his seal, he suppressed and converted the Peacock Ancient Emperor.
He lay quietly in a yellow clay coffin, just like an ordinary mortal, and was enshrined on the summit of Mount Sumeru by a group of Buddhist believers.
For a full eighty-one years, throughout the entire universe, on every ancient star with life, there were Buddhist disciples and believers who faced the statue of Amitabha Buddha and prayed devoutly for this benevolent emperor who had protected the human world for seventy-two thousand years.
Even in the desolate wilderness of the universe, in that barren star battlefield, a vast and boundless power of faith surged forth, rushing towards the western desert land of the ancient life star of the Big Dipper.
The immense power of faith, as vast as the starry sky, poured endlessly into the yellow clay coffin, hoping that this benevolent emperor, who had ruled the universe for 72,000 years, would emerge from the coffin and usher in a new era of peace and prosperity for humankind.
However, human power has its limits.
Eighty-one years of prayers and the infusion of endless faith did not awaken the Great Emperor Amitabha, who lay within the yellow mud coffin.
Even the supreme Buddha fruit of Amitabha Buddha, which surpassed all other supreme beings, began to gradually dissipate, just like the passing of other supreme beings.
Sensing that above the myriad paths of the heavens, the ultimate Buddha fruit belonging to the Great Emperor Amitabha was dissipating.
Venerable Kasyapa and his disciples wept bitterly as they bid farewell to their revered master, the Great Emperor Amitabha.
The son of the Amitabha Buddha Emperor refused to believe that the Amitabha Buddha Emperor, who had been invincible for over 72,000 years and whose power was so great that even a golden-bodied Buddha, a Buddhist protector with the strength of an emperor, had passed away.
They were unwilling to send the yellow clay coffin containing the Great Emperor Amitabha to the ancient star in the primordial wilderness.
If it weren't for the talkative Emperor's weapon, which overruled all objections and insisted on following the last wishes of Amitabha Buddha, perhaps at this very moment, the coffin containing Amitabha Buddha would still be enshrined atop Mount Sumeru.
"Crack!"
Listening to the narration by Venerable Kasyapa and the chattering voice of the Emperor's weapon, the Vajra Pestle, Zhou Xuan, who was standing close to the coffin of the Amitabha Buddha Emperor, raised his hand without hesitation to lower it.
The moment the palm touched the yellow clay coffin, the coffin lid opened smoothly, revealing an old monk inside. He was dressed in a light yellow monk's robe and straw sandals. Apart from the robe and sandals, he was completely unadorned and showed no signs of anything unusual.
The old monk showed no abnormal fluctuations whatsoever, and his body showed no signs of decay or rot.
Even on her sorrowful face, a faint blush appeared.
Judging from its appearance, it looked as if it were sleeping in a mud coffin.
And this seemingly ordinary, unremarkable being, who looked just like an average bald old man, was none other than the human emperor who, hundreds of thousands of years ago, lived three lifetimes in reverse and survived for seventy-two thousand years in the vast universe. Amitabha!
"It's great to see you again, old monk!!"
The moment Zhou Xuan opened the coffin of Amitabha Buddha Emperor and revealed his corpse, the talkative Emperor's weapon, the Demon-Subduing Pestle, which had been chattering in Zhou Xuan's ear, burst forth and hovered above the coffin.