Chapter 106 Earlier Times

Time was even earlier than this.

The shores of the East Sea.

Monks were here discussing and debating Buddhist doctrines, and some even spoke of the esoteric teachings of Tantra, describing its myriad supernatural powers and profound mysteries in such exquisite and boundless ways that those around them listened in rapturous fascination. Since the previous Dharma debate between the Daoist and Buddhist schools, which had revealed the reality of cultivation, Shenzhou had been able to see those cultivators walking outside.

They would occasionally talk about Daoist and Buddhist teachings, as well as things related to cultivation.

But they could only tell of those things in broad terms.

At most, it could be considered popular science.

Because the Tianshi Mansion and the Special Operations Team had directly announced that if you wanted to transmit the Dharma, you could.

You had to have a license.

What kind of reasoning was that!

At the time, countless cultivators who had been eager to come out of the old forests stamped their feet and cursed.

Their ancestors had relied on their own cultivation for generations, and now if they wanted to take two disciples, they had to run to take a license. Some people went, and good heavens, the first subject was Ideological and Political Education. Their heads hurt, and when they turned to the second book, there were two golden characters shining brightly: "Criminal Law."

A group of hermits looked at each other.

In the end, everyone squatted on the side of the road, smoking, with faces full of sorrow.

You carried a sword, I carried a shovel, and everyone failed.

Test, test, test.

What kind of test was that!

Then the Tianshi Mansion took out a second exam, allowing them to do popular science, and the Buddhist school could also come to take the exam.

But among these monks, there was a fair-faced young monk who remained calm and silent.

A simple villager handed him a bowl of rice porridge and a plate of pickled vegetables, saying, "Master, why don't you say something? Is that Tantra really as powerful as those masters say?"

The handsome monk picked up the bowl and took a sip, thought for a while, and replied:

"If you have good comprehension, you can practice Chan Buddhism (Zen). If you have a strong mind and can study for decades, you should follow the Yogacara school. Even if you are like ordinary people in ancient times, without much knowledge or time, you can also take the convenient method of reciting the Buddha's name."

"But don't follow Tantra."

The villager was puzzled and said, "But I see them saying that Tantra is very powerful."

The young monk said, "In this humble monk's eyes, Tantra is almost demonic."

The villager was shocked and said, "Demonic?"

"So dangerous?"

The young monk smiled and said:

"Tantra has the White Bone Visualization, visualizing that people in the world are all white bones. The most extreme among them believe that all forms are empty, and all sentient beings with form will eventually change into emptiness. The world and the heavens are like an ocean, and our human world is just a bubble floating on it, which will disappear in an instant."

"Therefore, they will think that the world is empty, and they can be unrestrained and act as they please."

"No matter if it is killing or violence, looking down on it from the perspective of time, it is all empty, a dream within a dream. Even if they do evil deeds, their state of mind will be cohesive, because they think they are not wrong, and the Buddha Dharma is ultimately about cultivating one's nature. By mistake, it's not wrong."

"And among the Tantric monks, there are also bodhisattvas who offer their bodies to men and women."

"There was once a fickle woman who died young from illness. Only the man who had an affair with her erected a solitary grave for her. No one cared for it, but an old monk worshiped her, saying that she used her body to give to lonely men, liberating them from the sea of suffering. Now she has completed her merits and left the world, and is a Bodhisattva of bodily offering."

The man left with a pale face, frightened.

The young monk dressed in black took a sip of porridge, his face peaceful.

Someone behind him said, "You're lying."

If Wei Yuan were here, he would recognize that the speaker was Fang Feng, the honest fisherman who gave him Tang Shunzhi's brush. Fang Feng sneered, "Are the eminent monks of yesteryear speaking without batting an eye now?"

Dao Yan's tone did not waver in the slightest.

"This humble monk's eyes were closed when he was speaking just now."

Fang Feng's forehead twitched.

The two of them had a feud.

If you trace it back, the ancestor of modern jade carving, Lu Zigang of the Ming Dynasty, was from Taicang Prefecture. He grew up by the sea when he was young, and his jade carving technique was learned from Fang Feng, a member of the Fangfeng clan. Later, he became famous and successful. The "Taicang Prefecture Chronicle" records that Lu Zigang used a knife to carve jade. When Zigang died, the technique was not passed down. It was the Fangfeng clan's technique.

But similarly.

The "Suzhou Local Chronicle" records that Lu Zigang, before the age of sixty, suddenly had an otherworldly intention. He was a monk in Zhiping Temple for more than ten years, never entering the city. He was also a strange person.

This was the grievance between him and Dao Yan.

A good disciple was abducted into Buddhism, and as a result, even the Fangfeng clan's jade carving technique could not be passed down. If he didn't have to guard Gonggong, Fang Feng felt that he would definitely use a jade-smashing hammer to smash the monk's bald head.

Dao Yan had followed the traces of the man called Yuan, the Grandee of the past, based on the induction.

But he did not expect to come to the East Sea and meet this 'old friend'.

His voice was calm: "It cannot be said that the vigorous and diligent method of Tantra has absolutely no merit, but practicing 'form is emptiness, emptiness is form' in an extremely direct way will inevitably lead to a large number of people being unable to control their hearts and falling into the demonic path."

"Admonish one, save one."

Fang Feng simply did not speak.

Dao Yan's eyes looked at the East Sea. After he came to the East Sea, the aura of 'Yuan' sensed by the Buddhist supernatural powers suddenly disappeared. Even with his cultivation, he could no longer perceive it specifically, but he could only vaguely sense it, which made him feel a little lost.

Immediately, he slightly raised his eyes and frowned, looking into the distance of the East Sea.

There was an aura hidden, coming this way quickly.

If it were an ordinary cultivator, they would definitely be avoided and unable to detect it.

But Dao Yan was a monk who had attained the state of Nirvana, the extinction of all desires (Lou Jin Tong).

Buddhist supernatural powers are not false either.

Dao Yan used chopsticks to eat every grain of rice, the porridge bowl was clean, and then he put the chopsticks on it, retracted his hand, stood up, and took a step forward. He paused, was silent for a moment, then turned around and ran back, stretched out his hand, and realigned the chopsticks even more neatly, and finally gently pushed the tail of the chopsticks with the pad of his thumb, and then breathed a sigh of relief with satisfaction, and stood up.

Taking a step forward, he suddenly appeared above the East Sea.

In a vast expanse, the monk stretched out his right hand, turned his five fingers, and pressed down fiercely.

There was a sound like thunder in the void.

A figure had no choice but to escape from the void.

It was the elegant-looking alchemist, frowning.

The young monk's eyes were slightly raised. His fate should have been to assist Zhu Di in ascending the throne as the 'Imperial Teacher', achieving a great career like being a general and a prime minister with the body of a Buddhist. Now he was just being interfered with and deviated. Even so, he was still one of the earliest subjects of the Great Ming Dynasty.

Staring at Xu Fu, the handsome monk stood with one hand erect, his voice indifferent, and said, "I was wondering who it was."

"So it's a Wokou (Japanese pirate)..."

"What are you doing in Shenzhou again?"

Xu Fu frowned, not wanting to entangle with this monk.

But he could not avoid Dao Yan's palm.

This monk had nearly six hundred years of exquisite Buddhist Dharma. He viewed the three thousand worlds as if viewing the lines on his palm. Although he could not match this statement, it was not difficult to block Xu Fu and prevent him from bypassing himself to step on Shenzhou. In the two thousand years, under the torment of fear, Xu Fu had also tried to set up a backhand for 'what to do if something happened to the mausoleum of the First Emperor'.

As long as he used it, he could take the initiative. At the very least, he should be able to retreat completely...

His trump card was based on this as the core.

But this young monk directly blocked the road.

Equivalent to directly interrupting his backhand.

Buddhist Lou Jin Tong, without form or thought, was a natural counter to alchemists.

Although he couldn't find Yuan, finding a Wokou was also a way to vent his anger.

The young monk murmured in his heart.

Even the Pure Land Sect had to follow such precepts.

Buddhist disciples do not kill.

But Wokou are an exception.

Dao Yan forced Xu Fu back and said slowly, "The head of a Wokou can be exchanged for a lot of silver. This military order is long gone, but your head is too ugly. This humble monk doesn't like looking at it." Before the words were finished, the young monk had already stepped forward, using his supernatural power of speed, appearing almost instantly on Xu Fu's side.

His five fingers slightly hooked, and a huge force smashed horizontally.

The moves were fierce and the attack was sudden. Xu Fu had no choice but to retreat, and was also furious.

Under the fear and worry, the concern about what happened to the imperial tomb, coupled with Dao Yan's merciless killing moves, finally made his emotions angry.

He raised his hand and made a move to fight against Dao Yan.

The sea waves exploded with a bang, and then waves of tens of meters rose.

Dao Yan and Xu Fu fought madly outside the East Sea. Xu Fu's original plan to quietly lurk and use the means buried near the imperial tomb was directly cut off by this monk. Even the heavenly secrets were cut off by this monk. Because of the existence of a monk with Lou Jin Tong, Xu Fu could not even use the supernatural power of divination.

Use Vajra power to cut off all the threads of vexation.

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At this time, Wei Yuan and the First Emperor had already walked out of the imperial tomb.

He made a phone call, first notifying the people outside that there was a problem inside and to immediately enter for rescue, and then walked out of here with the First Emperor. Wei Yuan paused and turned to look at the First Emperor in his black robes. He was silent for a moment, and then said earnestly in a negotiating tone:

"Your Majesty... this, since it's a 'private' tour of the East, you have to change your clothes."

"Um... what style do you like, loose-fitting, sporty, or Chinese formal wear?"

"I'll go buy it."

ps: Today's second update...

The First Emperor's tour of the East should not end immediately, that kind of fierce and short plot.

Rest assured ~