Chapter 858 – Only Faith Lord of Ten Thousand Buddhas Xu Yinluo

Seeing Xu Qi’an’s silence, Pearl’s mind transmitted an explanation:

“Legend has it that in ancient times, there was only one continent in this heaven and earth. Later, after the end of the Age of Gods and Demons, the sky broke apart and the continent of Kyushu was shattered, forming countless islands.

“That island floating out of the Returning Ruins should be part of the continent of Kyushu.”

Xu Qi’an nodded his head while looking towards the ‘Angry Wave’ Island Master:

“Ask him what he has to say specifically.”

Pearl “translated” Xu Qi’an’s words to the Nu Lang Islander, who, upon hearing them, revealed a serious look and said:

“I suspect that some of the gods and demons did not perish, but were trapped on the island.

“He seemed so real, so powerful, that the very overflow of power would have driven a man mad, but a terrible barrier sealed the island, cutting off the inside and the outside.

“As Mo Yu and I were approaching the barrier, he and the Dragon Guards were tainted with the terrifying aura of the gods and demons, and mutated.”

As to why the aura of the gods and demons would grant the ink jade as well as the Dragon Man Guard Spirit Embrace, the Nuwang Islander himself wasn’t sure, that island was a mystery in itself, yet to be explored and researched.

The nine-tailed fox snorted:

“Who can trap gods and demons on an island? Even if it’s a continent.”

She didn’t believe the words of the Nuwang Islander and preferred to believe Xu Qi’an, who had seen images of gods and demons falling in the Compassionate God’s memories.

However, this island that appeared out of thin air itself represented ‘unbelievable’, so the Nine-Tailed Fox didn’t directly refute it.

“How is the situation, just go and see for yourself.”

Xu Qi’an turned his head sideways, looking at the lanky, tall, and hideous-looking green-scaled dragon man, and said:

“You’re in charge of leading the way.”

Pearl translated the words to the Raging Wave Islander, and the Green Scaled Dragon Man looked at the Nine-Tailed Sky Fox.

Although Alsu Island had already given birth to civilization and established city-states, the law of survival of the strongest still affected the vast number of descendants of gods and demons.

The only person present who could half force him to wade into danger was the Demon Kingdom Lord from the continent of Kyushu.

As for why it was semi-compulsory, the owner of Nu Lang Island was also reluctant and wanted to return to the “God Demon Island” to find out what happened.

Compared to the last time they met, this Nine-tailed Fox’s strength seemed to have been extremely refined again, and I’m afraid that it’s very close to the First Grade Realm that the Human Race has delineated.

If she was with us, we would be more confident in exploring the Island of Gods and Demons.

However, the Angry Wave Islander still didn’t nod his head immediately.

Sensing his contemplation and hesitation, the silver-haired demoness smiled and asked back:

“What’s the problem?”

The Angry Wave Islander gently exhaled a breath and said:

“The existence of the Divine Demon Island was leaked before I came back, and I’m afraid that after such a long time has passed, I’m afraid that the South Sea Returning Ruins have gathered many Divine Demon descendants of the Transcendent Realm.”

The “friend” sold him the information, but not just one dragon.

This means that there will be a lot of competitive pressure.

Although the particularly powerful divine and demonic descendants had long since withered away, the vastness of overseas was countless times greater than the continent of Kyushu, so if one were to truly gather all the divine and demonic descendants of the Transcendent Realm, it would still be an astonishing amount.

Even if only a portion of it was gathered up, it was an extremely strong force.

The Raging Waves Islander felt that he had to state the stakes, lest the Nine-Tailed Sky Fox be too flashy and cause the descendants of the gods and demons to rise up and attack him.

Pearl translated to Xu Qi’an, who was overjoyed off the top of his head:

“There’s such a good thing?!”

? The Raging Waves Islander couldn’t understand the human language, but he saw this human male’s face brighten up at a speed visible to the naked eye, and he seemed to be extremely happy.

Is this something to be happy about?

……….

Westfield.

A city-state called ‘Beichang’, which was located north of the holy mountain of Aranta, because of the poverty and desolation that made the city-state somewhat dilapidated and depressed.

The lord of the city was the only nobleman here, handpicked by Aranta only because he had traveled thousands of miles in his youth to make a pilgrimage to Aranta.

The walls of Beichang are dominated by stone and loess, almost blending in with the desert outside the city, with a wisp of loneliness and bleakness of the ancient atmosphere.

Zhu Lai is a beggar in the city of Beichang, seventeen years old this year, he is clad in tattered robes, leaning on a wooden stick, hobbling along the streets of Beichang, praying for someone to show kindness and give him, a man who has not eaten for four days, a little food.

Beichang is barren, and the people living here lack clothes and food, so where can they get meals to give to beggars?

“Have you read the notice on the notice board? I’ve heard that the Holy Mountain of Aranta is going to hold a Dharma conference after fall, gathering believers from the western regions to go on pilgrimage.”

“Alas, how do you get there when the road is so long? Not to mention bandits and robbers, the cold and hunger alone can kill you.”

“If you go at this time, you don’t have to worry about the cold, but it’s fall on the return trip …….”

The conversation of the street pedestrians caught Zhu Rai’s attention.

Aramantha is organizing a Dharma convention to gather devotees for a pilgrimage?

Zhurai’s spirit was lifted like a bucket of cool water poured on a hot summer day, and he immediately dragged his tired body to the notice board at the city gate.

During his begging career, he had heard rumors about Lord City Lord.

It is said that when the lord of the city was young, he was a loafer, and one day he was suddenly blessed with the feeling that he was born for the Dharma, and so he traveled a long way to Aranta and went on a pilgrimage.

He bathed in the Buddha’s light in the holy mountain and was rewarded by the Buddha and became a Buddhist disciple.

From there, he leveled up and sat as the city’s lord.

This story has been passed on by word of mouth in Pek Cheong for many years and can be considered a template for a life-changing belief in Buddhism.

Believing in a Buddhist pilgrimage can change your destiny …….. There was only one thought left in Zhurai’s mind: go to the notice board and see what’s going on!

The distance of half a mile seemed like half a lifetime to him, and by the time he reached the notice board, he was out of breath and dizzy.

“What does the notice board say?”

He grabbed one of the people by the notice board.

“Stinking beggar, get out of the way.”

The man became furious and kicked Zhurai out of the way.

The already hungry and thirsty Zhu Rai fell heavily to the ground, only to feel that his consciousness was beginning to leave his body and that his life was about to come to an end.

It took a while before he slowly regained control of his body.

“Want some water?”

A gentle voice rang in his ears, and Zhu Rai opened his eyes to see an average-looking middle-aged man standing beside him, handing over a bag of water pouches.

The middle-aged man wore thick plain robes and had dark skin, he looked like just an ordinary but ordinary citizen of the city, but his eyes were so gentle and full of goodwill.

Zhurai pursed his dry, cracked lips and couldn’t wait to take the water, gulping it down in a frenzy.

He’d been thirsty for a long time.

Emptying the water bag in one gulp, Zhu Lai burped contentedly, and it was then that he surged with apprehension and vigilance, wondering why this middle-aged man in front of him would want to help a scruffy beggar like himself.

“Amitabha!”

The middle-aged man folded his hands in relief:

“I almost thought you were dead just now.”

It turned out to be a Buddhist believer …….. Zhu Rai felt a little strange while feeling relieved in his heart.

Beichang was in the territory of the Buddhist sect, and there were naturally quite a few believers in Buddhism, but according to his understanding, the Buddhists in the city believed in the sea of bitterness to fight their way through and attain enlightenment.

The degree is your own.

Very little enthusiasm for good works.

“Thanks!”

Still, he expressed his gratitude and discreetly handed back the water bladder.

The middle-aged man took the water bladder and said:

“The notice board said that Aranthra was going to hold a Dharma convention and called on devotees to go on pilgrimage. But that was only a call to the powerful and the well-to-do.

“People like us can’t even walk to Aranta.”

Zhurai was silent for a moment and said “Thank you” again.

The middle-aged man continued:

“The real Buddha is not in Aranta!”

Zhurai was shocked and looked left and right in panic, he did not expect the middle-aged man to say such treacherous words.

Luckily, pedestrians were in a hurry and no one was paying attention to this side.

The middle-aged man said:

“I believe in Mahayana Buddhism, the true Buddha. Little brother, you are related to our Mahayana Buddhism, would you like to join my Mahayana Buddhism?”

Mahayana Buddhism?

Zhu Lai has heard of this cult, it is said to preach what all beings can become Buddha, too specific he does not know, in short, it is a demonic cult.

“Why are you talking to me about this? I, I’m a devout Buddhist, I’m going on a pilgrimage to Aranta.”

Zhurai exclaimed that he didn’t think he would encounter the cult here.

He got up as he spoke, trying to get away from the oddly-spoken middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man followed him slowly, his tone unhurried:

“You won’t make it to Aranta, you’ll just die on the way.”

“None of your business.”

Churai just wanted to get away from him, away from the demonic Mahayana Dharma.

Beichang is cracking down on Mahayana Buddhists, and catching is a death sentence.

Although he was a beggar with a cheap life, he didn’t want to die.

“Little brother, Mahayana Buddhism is the true Buddhism, if you don’t believe me, I can take you to listen to the teachings of Mahayana Buddhism.” The middle-aged man lowered his voice and didn’t give up the opportunity to preach.

Maybe I can pretend to mix into the Mahayana Buddhist sect and then report it to the city s lord in exchange for a traveling plate to Alanta ……… Thinking of this, Zhurai stopped violently and looked at the middle aged man:

“Well, then, I’ll give you the benefit of the doubt.”

The middle-aged man said with relief:

“Little brother, you will definitely believe in Mahayana Buddhism.”

No, I will not believe in Mahayana Buddhism even if I die, die on the way, and jump from the top of the city …….. Zhurai coldly grunted in his heart.

He followed the middle-aged man in silence, and the two of them traveled through the streets and alleys, stopping in a secluded alley where the middle-aged man rhythmically snapped the gate of a certain courtyard.

In a few moments, the door to the courtyard swung open and an old woman with gray hair opened it for them.

The two men entered the courtyard and followed the old woman toward a side room that connected to the cellar.

Pushing open the door of the cellar, a faint light poured into it, and with a sweep of his gaze, Zhurai saw more than twenty people in tattered robes sitting cross-legged on futons, their hands folded, eyes closed, listening intently and reverently to a young monk preaching.

As the door to the cellar opened, the devotees craned their heads to look back, and the young monk, who was facing the door, stopped and looked this way.

The middle-aged man took two steps forward, folded his hands, and said:

“Master Jyothi, I have dispatched a fated person into Mahayana Buddhism.”

With that, he beckoned to Zhurai to come forward.

Zhurai moved forward while scrutinizing the young monk.

He had clear eyebrows and fair skin, and looked nothing like a Westerner.

If Xu Qi’an were here, he would have recognized that this was the little monk Jingshi who had followed Duo’er Luohan when the Western Regiment had entered the capital.

He is not very old, but he has cultivated the Vajra Divine Power.

To become the leader of a cult at a young age must be very valuable ……… Zhu Lai thought in his heart.

At that moment, he heard Jyoshi smile:

“The 施主气色极差，腹内空空空，不若若先吃些斋食，再与诸同門聆听贫僧讲经。”

I can’t believe there is still food? Zhu Lai thought to himself that this is great, before he exposes you to the city lord, he will eat you for free.

The old woman with gray hair quickly brought a stack of white bread and a bowl of water.

Zhurai ate like a wolf and soon solved the problem of food and drink.

Pure Si watched this with a smile, turned to look at the middle-aged man, and said:

“Mahayana Buddhism, to help others and yourself, to save the living from suffering, to help the living to attain the fruition, you have done well.”

The middle-aged man folded his arms and said:

“Have the honor of listening to the true scriptures of our Buddha.”

The congregation joins hands and recites:

“Amitabha!”

Nettles continued:

“Today a new member has joined, so the poor monk will re-tell the origin of Mahayana Buddhism, and I hope that the newcomer will be aware of it.

“Mahayana Buddhism began in Dafeng in the Central Plains and was pioneered by Dafeng Yinluo Xu Qi’an, who was the reincarnation of the Lord of Ten Thousand Buddhas in the Three Thousand Worlds, and who transformed Duiyi Luohan in the Buddhist fights in the Dafeng capital.

“The Dewa Lohan realized the true meaning of Mahayana Buddhism and became an enlightened Buddha, becoming the second Buddha of the Mahayana Buddhist teaching ………”

How can a Lohan be a Buddha? There is clearly only one Buddha in the world! Zhurai quietly bristled.

He listened with disdain to the young monk’s account of Mahayana Buddhism, and with every word the young monk spoke, he retorted in his mind or sneered disdainfully.

But when he heard that all beings are equal, Churai was silent.

If there is really a place in the world where all beings are equal, then I will defend it to the death ………. He muttered a sentence in his heart.

Since childhood, he has been a beggar, suffered a lot of stares and bullying, and lived a very painful life.

Without realizing it, he changed his mindset and began to listen to the scriptures and think seriously.

“Do unto others, do unto yourself, break free from the sea of suffering” …….. If Arantha, if all the Buddhists in the Western Region were to teach others to teach themselves, would I still be a beggar? Would my destiny have changed?”

“If I hadn’t had the help of that uncle just now, I would still be suffering from hunger ……… Is such a Mahayana Buddhist teaching really a cult …….. “

All sorts of thoughts flashed through his mind.

Without realizing it, Churai heard the young monk say:

“This is the end of the day!”

It took him a moment to realize that the sunlight in the doorway had turned a golden red color and it was dusk.

Alas, I forgot to beg, and I must starve ……… again tonight Zhu Lai was in a great hurry in his heart, and he was chagrined.

A beggar like him, who eats this meal and not the next, has to work for his food every moment, or else he will go hungry.

Thinking of this, he stood up hastily, intending to leave.

The little monk said quite reasonable, first do not expose him ……… Zhu Lai was about to go, but found that the Mahayana Church believers around him sat still, and none of them got up and left.

The crowd looked hopefully at the young monk.

Then he saw the young monk Jingshi take out a bunch of copper coins from his sleeve and say to the old woman:

“A point for everyone!”

The old woman took the coins and divided them evenly among the people, according to their heads.

Also, there is money to take? Zhu Lai looked down at the five copper plates in his palm, in Beichang City, this could buy five steamed buns.

Save your food, it’s enough to feed him for three days.

What kind of sect is this? Is there really a sect in this world that gives out copper coins to its followers?

Churai’s three views suffered a severe shock.

Monk Jingshi said mildly:

“The Buddha will not let His followers go hungry; it is the purpose of this religion to help others to help themselves, and Mahayana Buddhism practises what it preaches.”

Zhurai gripped the copper in his hand tightly, feeling that he had found organization.

He then realized that the middle-aged man who had initiated him into the religion had been given ten copper plates.

Huh? Isn’t it true that all beings are equal?

Zhurai couldn’t read it.

The middle-aged man laughed:

“This is my due reward, five copper coins for every man who degrees a man, this is the rule I teach.”

I know many beggars, many, many, I, I am going to be rich …….. This was the only thought left in Zhurai’s mind.

The only people who believe in Mahayana Buddhists are those who believe in the Lord of all Buddhas!