Chapter 496 Green Bull

Green Bull?

Is this the Great Divine Venerable? But it doesn't seem to have much divine power.

Although this place does respect cattle.

While Wu Zhiqi was still surprised, he saw that Wei Yuan, who was always rational, burst into laughter, opened his arms, and went forward to hug the Green Bull's neck affectionately, applying a headlock. The latter simply shook its head, its strength so great that it easily lifted Wei Yuan up and placed him on the ground, but Wei Yuan just laughed loudly:

"It's you! Why did you come to India?"

"You're still alive, still alive!"

"You're still alive!"

This was the Green Bull that he had ridden for Master Confucius back then.

It was the Great Qing who had kicked Senior Brother Zilu so hard that he couldn't get up again.

It was just because of some charlatan that Wei Yuan had no memory of the reason why the Green Bull had come here, but when he saw this familiar Green Bull at a glance, he was happier than ever before. Meeting an old friend in a foreign land is an excellent thing.

Wu Zhiqi thought for a while and withdrew his staff.

As for the River God, he was so shocked that he lost his ability to speak, stammering and unable to say a word.

This, this is the Great Divine Venerable!

You, you...

Dare to be so rude!

The Green Bull looked at the blue-faced Water God and said in a deep voice, "You may leave first."

"Yes...yes..."

The Water God retreated in embarrassment.

After Wei Yuan had a rare playful romp with the Green Bull, he sat on the ground, took off the sword behind his back, and placed it on his lap. He finally had time to ask the doubts in his heart: "But speaking of which, Daqing, how did you end up here? And become the Great Divine Venerable of this place?"

"Why didn't you go home?"

The Green Bull looked at him, and after a long time, smiled and sighed:

"He was right, you would indeed come in the future."

"So, my wait was worth it."

"Huh? Who?"

The Green Bull stretched out its hoof and tapped Wei Yuan's brow lightly.

In an instant, it was as if a layer of mist spread out from Wei Yuan's brow, and then turned into the illusory form of an old man. The old man flicked his finger on his forehead, laughed freely, and left. Wei Yuan's pupils contracted, and the memories trapped by Lao Dan surged forth.

Confucius passed away.

He went to the capital of Great Zhou.

He tried to tie up the old man but was tied up in reverse.

Yes, Confucius said that Lao Tzu was not good at fighting.

The standard was based on himself.

Rather than Yuan of that era.

The sealed memories surged forth.

It was as if he had re-experienced everything from that year.

He didn't know how long this process lasted. The memories came and went in a daze. When Wei Yuan finally woke up, he saw the old bull quietly pressing on him, "Are you awake? Yuan." Wei Yuan smiled wryly and nodded, then gritted his teeth and said, "That old guy..."

"He actually stole my bull!"

He was furious.

This was Confucius's bull!

Mine! I raised it!

And it was abducted just like that?!

What angered him was actually such a thing, which was simply outrageous.

The Green Bull just laughed, "It really is you. You never change."

It seemed very happy.

Seeing an old friend again, seeing that after such a long time, the old friend's temperament had not changed with the times, there was nothing that made him happier than this. Wei Yuan looked at the Green Bull, his expression softened, and said, "So, how have you been during this time?"

He patted the Green Bull's back and muttered:

"Did that old guy abuse you?"

The old bull said slowly, "If you want to know, I can tell you."

Wu Zhiqi sat down cross-legged, also a little curious. He could see that this old bull had the bloodline of a remnant species from the *Shan Hai Jing* (Classic of Mountains and Seas). This was perhaps the most mysterious old bull in the world—

It had followed Confucius, seen the solitary old man seeking answers, and therefore knew the strength of life and understood the spine of the Yanhuang people. It had also accompanied Lao Dan, going west out of Hangu Pass, witnessing the vastness of the Purple Qi coming three thousand *li* eastward and the creation of the *Dao De Jing*'s five thousand words.

After Lao Dan passed away, it was also the one who led the young Buddha through the chaotic era.

‘Walking peacefully, like a bull king.’

It was one of the *Dharma* forms of that boy after he grew up.

Accompanying the three bright lamps in the darkness.

In the dark age, there was nothing happier than this.

But because of this, it witnessed the passing of Confucius, who walked in troubled times, the demise of the Great Sun, leaving behind a sky full of sparks; it witnessed Lao Dan's ‘My Dao has been walked,’ dying freely, saw the disciples of the Confucian school scattering one by one, and also saw that Enlightened One, who was revered as the Buddha, sleeping peacefully under the Bodhi tree, never to wake up again.

This body had accompanied three awakened ones of the human world, witnessing the three paths chosen by the three awakened ones.

It was also the one who ultimately watched them leave, powerless to save them.

Therefore, even though it was not a god, it was called the Great Divine Venerable.

"So what about you now..."

Wei Yuan looked at the old bull and didn't know what to say.

Wu Zhiqi hit the nail on the head: "You're dying."

"Also, don't you think it's troublesome to communicate like this?"

"Why don't you transform into a human form?"

The Green Bull smiled slightly, "I was originally a bull, so why should I become a human?"

"Why don't humans become bulls?"

"Of course, it's because outside..."

Wu Zhiqi blurted out, his tone slightly stagnant.

The old Green Bull smiled and said, "It's transforming me into him, always seeking something in the world. I was originally a Green Bull, and not human to begin with. If I were to transform into a human, it would only be because I desire something from humans. Now that I have no desires, there's naturally no need to transform into a human form."

Wu Zhiqi faintly understood the meaning of the words and frowned slightly.

Wei Yuan said, "...You said that before Lao Dan died, he said I would come here?"

"And told you to wait here... Is there anything you want me to do?"

The old Green Bull was silent for a long, long time, and then said softly:

"Dan's bones are here, and Siddhartha's bones are also here."

"The gods here are craving their bones and wisdom."

"If it weren't for the power they left behind, I wouldn't even be able to protect their bones."

"And I, I'm also going to die."

He smiled optimistically:

"Yuan, I think I grew up in Lu. I hope to die in Shenzhou (China)."

"That is my last wish."

"We always have to return to our roots. I long to see the sun rising from behind Mount Tai again. I hope to drink the water of the Yellow River in Shenzhou again, and eat the grass on the Loess Plateau. I don't want to die here. I don't want my bones, or even Dan's bones, to be desecrated and devoured by the Brahmins after I die."

He was silent for a long time, almost pleading:

"Take us home, Yuan."

Wei Yuan slowly nodded.

"I understand."

"Along the way, not even the Trimurti (Three Main Hindu Gods) should think about stopping us."

He solemnly stated his promise, and looked at the Green Bull:

"It's just that, Lao Dan, and Siddhartha, have they already passed away?"

A trace of sorrow appeared on the Green Bull's face, and he nodded:

"One was free and easy, one was stubborn, and there was also Confucius, who looked towards thousands of years later."

"They all only chose to live one lifetime. When they died, they died, their souls returned to heaven and earth, and they turned their true spirits into gifts for the human world. Confucius turned into the cultural heritage of Yanhuang; and Siddhartha's gift eventually scattered, and no one could inherit it, until during the Tang Dynasty, you and that monk came here, and finally it turned into a spark that inspired Xuanzang to break through."

"It is the predecessors lighting the lamp for the later generations, illuminating the direction for a moment."

"And then they smiled and passed away, saying 'We are not alone.'"

"And Dan's gift... is still here."

The old Green Bull's voice paused, and he said regretfully: "But he said that it cannot be given to you."

"He said that he once asked you a question at the end."

"And your choice was, 'My heart is not a stone, it cannot be turned.' His Dao cannot be your Dao, and may even affect your choice. Confucius has already pushed your nature to the extreme. There is no need for complicated things anymore. Anything else is impurity."

"I originally thought that his path and things would remain and disappear, but Dan said before his death that there would be a creature who could comprehend his Dao of flowing water coming here with you. That creature may be able to comprehend a thing or two, and perhaps, it will create a legend beyond mythology."

The old Green Bull looked at the white-haired youth with a smile.

"It seems, just as he said back then."

Wei Yuan looked at Wu Zhiqi, who was frowning beside him.

The prototype of the Great Sage Equaling Heaven.

Water Lord, naturally in line with the meaning of ‘the highest excellence is like water’, at least with its foundation.

If the Great Sage Equaling Heaven accepts the Green Bull, that means—

Buddhism, Taoism, Confucianism!

The union of the three teachings?

Wei Yuan was stunned.

A legend beyond mythology.

There was only one thing, this monkey's temper might not agree, but contrary to Wei Yuan's expectations, Wu Zhiqi nodded as a matter of course, and said, "Taoism? I'm very interested." Wei Yuan: "???"

The monkey glanced at Wei Yuan, and said as a matter of course: "Isn't this a lucky encounter?"

"Isn't this a cheat?!"

"Isn't this a treasure chest?!"

The instinct of a tenth-level gaming enthusiast overwhelmed his violent nature, and the white-haired youth said proudly:

"Why do you think I would let go of any treasure chest in my eyes?!"

He stretched out his hand, clenched his five fingers, his eyes bright:

"What Confucianism, Buddhism, or Taoism."

"I want them all!"

The Green Bull laughed loudly:

"Hahaha, all rivers flow into the sea?"

"Then, I have Confucius's, Dan's, and Siddhartha's here."

"Take as much as you can!"

"You and Yuan are different. You have not experienced the final shaping of Confucius. The more the better, the more the better!"

Wei Yuan heard the sounds outside, and heard the faint sound of weapons clashing.

The Green Bull's voice was low and sighed:

"It seems... that they can't hide the fact that I'm leaving."

Wei Yuan stood up and said calmly, "Monkey, you stay here and listen to the Dao."

"Leave the outside to me."

Wei Yuan held the Iron Eagle Sword in his palm, his footsteps were calm, and finally he looked back and asked:

"Lao Dan he..."

The Green Bull seemed to know what he wanted to ask, and said softly, "Even in later legends, there are teachers of the Buddha, aren't there? Try to strip away the mythological factors from the four words ‘Dipankara Buddha’ and reinterpret them."

Wei Yuan remembered the words whispered by the old man back then:

‘The world is dark like a long night, I once saw Confucius, and Confucius once saw me.’

‘Knowing that my Dao is not alone.’

‘In this era of the collapse of rites and music, there is darkness everywhere. The only ones worth seeing are just a few.’

‘I originally thought that leaving the human world alone would be a good thing, but after this incident, I suddenly felt that it would be cruel to leave that child alone to walk alone in the dark world. At least, I have to take a look at him.’

The meaning of Dipankara is that in the pitch-blackness, in the dark room for thousands of years, one lamp is enough to bring light.

Buddha is the Enlightened One.

Dipankara Buddha, the ancient Enlightened One who lit the lamp for the Buddha and drove away the darkness.

Wei Yuan smiled.

It seems, old sir, you have finally found what you have to do.

Congratulations.

He held his sword and strode out of this place.

The sound of weapons clashing came faintly from outside.

Sword energy soared.

…………………………

At the museum, it was a peaceful scene.

It was just that they were eating a young girl's gossip just now, and now that gossip has descended on them.

The museum instantly turned into a melon field.

The only one who still kept his composure was the painter who had just been thinking about drawing some pictures based on this Ah Zhao as a model, and chatted with the girl Ah Zhao, "You said you even forgot your distant cousin, this uh..."

The painter took out the tarot cards in his hand and suddenly said, "Do you want to do a little divination?"

"The tarot cards from the Western supernatural world can still be used for deduction."

"For example, feelings, fate, and relationships with some people can all be deduced. In fact, it's the same as divination and prophecy on the Shenzhou (China) side. It's using one's own spirituality to answer questions. One theory is that it originated in ancient Egyptian mythology. It's a combination of *tar* and *ro*, meaning the way of the king. Just treat it as a game."

She called the Water Ghost over to do a simple demonstration.

The Water Ghost disdainfully drew a card, saying, "This is all fake, what tarot cards and divination. What is this, this is the age of science! We must criticize these speculative superstitions."

"By the way, what does this card mean?"

Vodka-sama flipped through the book and then said expressionlessly, "Five of Wands."

"Marry a rich woman."

"It's fa..."

With a *snap*, so fast! The Water Ghost grabbed the card, and the veins on their hands bulged, smiling and saying:

"Who said it's fake? I think it's real."

"You said it's fake."

"Bullshit! This must be real!"

"What's real?!"

"Rich woman, hungry, food!"

"Damn it, where's your integrity?!"

"Flushed down the toilet."

The two ghosts fought each other, ending with the Water Ghost being force-fed a bottle of vodka by Vodka-sama and falling to the ground. This kind of wine made from the secret fruits of the Tushan clan, even those with divinity couldn't withstand it. Therefore, the Water Ghost couldn't get up again.

The painter, who tidied her hair and was still gentle and lovely, looked at Ah Zhao with bright eyes.

"How about, let's give it a try?"

The girl Ah Zhao looked away from the fallen Water Ghost and said in a light tone:

"Okay."

"Well, this thing needs to be controlled with spirituality..."

The painter tried to shuffle the cards for the girl, but she couldn't always achieve the consistency between her spirituality and the cards, and she couldn't arrange the card array. In other words, she couldn't do divination. After thinking about it, she suspected that her spirituality wasn't enough. She glanced at the drunken Water Ghost and had to summon Chang Cheng, but Chang Cheng couldn't do it either. The card array would collapse before it was even arranged properly.

Until finally, the Tairen Mountain God was pulled over. The dignified mountain god pondered, looked at Ah Zhao, and replied:

"There is a special divinity attached to her."

"I cannot comprehend this divinity."

Tairen Mountain God paused, frowning, feeling that this aura was almost similar to that of Nuwa, the Wa Emperor.

Nuwa, the Wa Emperor, used clay to create humans?

If it was the Qianlai Mountain God, he would have said it directly, but the Tairen Mountain God had a calm personality, so he just kept it silently in his heart.

Several people took turns shuffling the cards.

Finally, the Heavenly Maiden, with a gentle and elegant face like a gentle breeze, sat opposite Ah Zhao.

Her fair fingers easily stabilized the card array, and she looked at Ah Zhao in front of her with her soft eyes and a clear smile:

"What do you want to divine?"

"My distant cousin."

Ah Zhao said in a light tone:

"Thank you, Sister Jue."

Jue pursed her lips and smiled, and said:

"Okay."