novelhk Chapter 8: The Transmission of Shakyamuni, The Nine Dragons Pulling the Coffin, and the Vessel
Chapter 8: The Transmission of Shakyamuni, The Nine Dragons Pulling the Coffin, and the Vessel
Zhao Tianpeng examined the Buddhist lamp. This ancient bronze lamp was not a specially crafted weapon. It did not contain any divine patterns or intricate designs. It simply became a Buddhist treasure because it had been constantly by Shakyamuni's side and had absorbed his aura. That was all.
This thing is of little use to him, but the only interesting thing about it is the legacy left by Shakyamuni.
Zhao Tianpeng, standing at a height of unconventional enlightenment, looked at the ancient bronze lamp. Inside, the Buddha's light shone brightly, and a golden Buddha, formed from the imprint of Shakyamuni, sat solemnly within. Looking over, he could hear the resounding chanting of Zen, and the solemn Buddhist voice expounding the scriptures. When Ye Fan and the others entered, they saw Zhao Tianpeng standing alone before the stone Buddha, the Zen chanting in the Buddhist hall purifying their hearts.
"I see."
"It's not the six-syllable mantra after all."
Zhao Tianpeng originally thought that as a person who was half a divine reincarnation of Amitabha Buddha, the legacy he left behind must be the Six-Syllable Mantra. He also wanted to witness the wonderful techniques of this Buddhist emperor. However, he did not expect that this scripture was created by Shakyamuni based on the Six-Syllable Mantra and combined with many Buddhist scriptures. It is a scripture for cultivating divine thoughts to see one's mind and understand one's nature. It is a way to cultivate the golden body and Dharma form through divine thoughts, to see one's true nature as Tathagata, to attain the sixteen-foot golden body, and to realize the boundless Dharma.
But thinking about it, it makes sense. Although Shakyamuni was half a divine thought reincarnated from Amitabha Buddha and was known as the demon shell of Buddha, he had long since severed his past. Naturally, he could not follow the old path of Amitabha Buddha. The fact that he captured the divine thoughts of the Great Accomplished Holy Body for research was probably related to severing his past.
"Although I cannot practice this scripture due to my physical condition, if I transform from a Buddha into a demon and integrate it into my path of cultivation, it can still serve as the foundation of my understanding."
Ye Fan and the others were quite shaken by the Buddhist chants in the temple. Although they had been mentally prepared for the possibility of gods in the world, the appearance of this strange phenomenon still shattered their worldview that they had formed over the years.
"this....."
Ye Fan stepped forward to ask about the situation here and how to get back to Earth.
Zhao Tianpeng, who had received the Buddha's teachings, turned to them and said, "There's no time to explain."
"There are some opportunities here; find them yourselves, and once you find them, leave!"
what?
What? It's too late to explain?
Some people were taken aback by the sudden words of the mysterious young man.
But Ye Fan immediately grasped the key point: opportunity and fate! His gaze fell on the Buddha lamp in front of the stone Buddha, and when he looked at Zhao Tianpeng, he found that he was actually walking out. He immediately stepped forward and grabbed the bronze lamp in his hand.
The others, as if waking from a dream, began searching the Buddhist hall, finding things like a broken vajra, a damaged incense burner, a ruler, a copper bell, and a fish drum.
Once Ye Fan had the bronze lamp in his hand, he stopped looking for anything. Since the young man had said it was all about fate, he felt he had already grasped his own destiny and didn't need to fight for it anymore. However, he saw the young man wave his hand after leaving the house and use divine light to envelop the withered Bodhi tree, uprooting it and putting it away somewhere. Perhaps it was some kind of divine power like the Buddha Kingdom in the palm of his hand.
But that wasn't the point. The point was that he remembered the mysterious young man standing in front of the tree, deep in thought, and that spot...
Ye Fan, as if guided by a sudden inspiration, went to that spot, squatted down, and turned over the soil. From it, he found a Bodhi seed the size of a walnut, devoid of light, brilliance, or radiance, its color a dull, ordinary gray. The natural patterns on it, when connected, formed the shape of a compassionate Buddha! Ancient and natural, it exuded a subtle Zen-like aura.
The entire ancient temple began to shake, and the six-syllable mantra of Buddhism resounded: "Om Mani Padme Hum..."
The magnificent Buddhist chants resounded through the heavens and shook the sky. The ancient temple and stone Buddha were reduced to dust. Ye Fan and the others were all speechless with shock, like clay sculptures.
"What happened?"
"How could the Great Thunderclap Temple have collapsed?"
Those who came to their senses were somewhat at a loss.
"It's time to go."
Zhao Tianpeng waved his hand, scattering a rainbow light that enveloped Ye Fan and the others, carrying them straight into the sky. They flew towards the Five-Colored Altar where the Nine Dragons Pulling the Coffin was located, following the direction they had come from. Ye Fan and the others were shocked and cried out in surprise. In the blink of an eye, they found themselves back at the Five-Colored Altar.
"Hello, I'd like to ask you a question..."
Ye Fan was the first to come to his senses. He turned to look at the mysterious young man who had brought them back and wanted to ask how to get back.
"There's no going back."
"Go to Beidou."
"Cultivating Immortality".
Zhao Tianpeng responded three times in quick succession, sensing that the final connection between the demon god guarding the temple and the sealed foundation had been severed. He glanced up in the direction of the Great Thunderclap Temple. At this moment, a massive storm was raging on Mars, with sandstorms obscuring the view. But from that direction came a chilling roar that shook mountains and rivers, and trembled the stars and moon. An extremely tragic aura reached from the heavens to the underworld, reverberating throughout the world! Two terrifying, lantern-like eyes appeared in the ruins of the Great Thunderclap Temple, piercing through the darkness and looking in this direction.
"What is that?"
A chill ran through everyone as they turned to look at the boy who had carried them back, hoping to find some answers and a sense of security. But Zhao Tianpeng merely glanced at the Tai Chi Bagua diagram that was about to take shape in the sky, reached out, and grabbed hundreds of small divine crocodiles from the sandstorm, crushing them instantly. This action left Ye Fan and the others stunned. The blood mist, filled with divine essence, was absorbed by the five-colored altar, and the Tai Chi Bagua diagram rapidly took shape. Seeing this, he directly stepped into the bronze coffin.
Ye Fan and the others shuddered at the terrifying force of the great demon breaking through the seal in the direction of the Great Thunderclap Temple, and quickly followed into the bronze coffin.
When Crocodile Ancestor rushed out and was hit by the two tails of the coffin-pulling dragon corpse, the Nine Dragons Pulling the Coffin started again.
At this moment, Zhao Tianpeng had no intention of cultivating relationships with Ye Fan and the others. He walked alone to a corner of the coffin and sat cross-legged. He had been in a hurry to get out of the seal and hadn't been in a rush to forge weapons. Now, the bronze coffin was a quiet place, which was just right for him to forge the divine patterns in the Sea of Bitterness, which were like divine iron chains, into his own weapons.
In cultivation, at each minor realm of the Wheel Sea Realm, a cultivator can forge an artifact using divine runes condensed from their own life essence. They can forge four artifacts, or they can forge just one, pursuing the path of "one artifact to break all laws." Naturally, he would choose the path of "one artifact to break all laws," forging a unique artifact. But which artifact should he forge?
Zhao Tianpeng fell into deep thought. A bell? A tower? A cauldron? A furnace?
No, we shouldn't prioritize the form of the object, but rather prioritize what aligns with our own path and way of life.
In the future, I will definitely integrate the innate ghost character into the secret realm of the Heaven-Covering Realm, and I will forge artifacts based on the ghost path magic weapon.
So what should he choose? The Bone Piercing Nail? The Soul-Hooking Rope? The Soul-Refining Gourd? The Bone Soul-Sweeping Bell? The Ten Thousand Soul Banner? The Taiyin Chain Coffin? All sorts of ghostly magical treasures dazzled him.