Feng Jinghong met Huahua and Yang Xi, not because he was so friendly, but because he wanted to see with his own eyes what methods Amitabha had left behind.
Buddhism attaches great importance to spiritual consciousness, advocating that the physical body is only a vehicle, and spiritual immortality is the ultimate.
Amitabha Buddha studied the method of immortality intensively and found a unique path.
After his death, he divided his soul into three parts and threw them into reincarnation. In the next life, the three gods can be reunited and return to their original positions.
It is undeniable that this method has certain feasibility, but the disadvantages are too great and accidents can easily occur.
Among his three reincarnations, Sakyamuni did not recognize the original body's way and broke out of Mount Sumeru.
Huahua was pious enough, but she also refused when it came to choosing whether to become the carrier of Buddha.
When the time comes for fusion, only one stone statue in the Amitabha Star Domain still respects him.
But it was obvious that one-third of his soul was not enough to resurrect him. In the end, his soul was completely shattered, and his million-year plan came to nothing.
Feng Jinghong naturally looked down upon this flawed method of immortality, but the method of immortality was unique and worthy of reference. From the moment Huahua entered the hall, he opened his eyes and scanned it.
Feng Jinghong's current level is not enough to see through all the mysteries of Huahua, but the inheritance from the true Buddha is enough to make up for the lack of cultivation, and she can understand most of the truth at a glance.
Huahua felt uncomfortable looking at her, but she didn't dare to be dissatisfied and asked with a flattering smile:
"Uncle Feng, why do you want people to blockade the Western Desert? There should be nothing there that can catch your fairy eyes, right?"
Feng Jinghong withdrew her gaze and said calmly: "I have an appointment with Buddha. I will find a qualified successor for him and then pass on the great path. But now, the right person has not appeared yet."
Huahua was confused at that time. The whole universe knew that the Emperor hated Buddhism, but now he said that he had an appointment with Buddha and was choosing a successor for Buddhism.
If he hadn't known that the other party had no need to lie to him, he would have turned around and left by now.
After thinking for a while, Huahua asked thoughtfully: "Which ancient Buddha are you referring to when you talk about an appointment?"
Feng Jinghong smiled: "The oldest one."
Huahua hesitated for a moment and wanted to ask again, but Feng Jinghong had already started to see off the guests: "No need to ask more, the true Buddha will definitely come to the West Desert again, you just have to wait and see."
When the words fell, Huahua and Yang Xi were surprised to find that they had arrived outside Guhuang Mountain.
"Such methods..." Both of them changed their expressions.
They were all great saints after all, but they had been expelled without even realizing it. The other party's realm was completely beyond the great saint's understanding.
They knew that their master had never given up and wanted to catch up with the progress of the Emperor.
But now it seems that this goal is really difficult...
…
"Your Highness, I have only seen the profound Buddha nature of Huahua Buddha in my life. Isn't it possible that even he can't meet the requirements?" Jue Youqing asked.
Feng Jinghong shook his head: "He has been trapped by Amitabha's Taoism and it is difficult to escape. Moreover, his qualifications are too poor!"
Jue Youqing frowned. Over the years, she had been ordered by Feng Jinghong to search for so-called "wisdom-rooted" people all over the universe, because the other party said that King Peacock Ming would be released only after completing this matter.
In order to repay the kindness of preaching and for the future of Buddhism, I have been working hard for more than a hundred years and traveled to almost all the star fields of life, but no one has been able to meet the other's requirements.
"Your Highness, your talent is extremely rare. It's too difficult to ask others to your level." Jue Youqing complained.
Feng Jinghong said seriously: "Of course I won't ask you to find a genius who can compare with me, but at least it can't be worse than Jin Chanzi!"
Jue Youqing was silent, she felt that the other person was making things difficult for her.
Who is Jin Chanzi?
A direct disciple of Sakyamuni and a disciple of the Buddha recognized by the entire Buddhist sect!
There haven't been many people with this kind of talent in Buddhism for millions of years, so now you ask me to find someone who is no worse than him?
“What if you never find the right person?”
Feng Jinghong glanced at her lightly: "Then keep looking. Don't worry, my life span is beyond your imagination. I will definitely wait until the qualified person appears."
…
The arrival of Huahua gave Feng Jinghong a deeper understanding of Amitabha's Dharma, so he began to try to carry out a task that had been delayed for a long time.
Wuzhiqi sat cross-legged, and wisps of colorful light continued to flow from his forehead, until finally the entire head began to glow, turning into energy and dissipating. Feng Jinghong had no choice but to stop.
This method of overcoming was more overbearing and cruel than he imagined, and even the person who did it couldn't stop it.
This is equivalent to permanently transforming the soul's thinking, and it is basically hopeless to restore it to its original state.
If the country forcibly eliminates this influence, it will only destroy the soul of the person being saved.
Looking at the Peacock Ming King who was still sealed in the Sky-Swallowing Devil Jar, Feng Jinghong sighed helplessly. It seemed that he could only implement the second plan.
Since I can't undo Sakyamuni's transformation, I can only give her a deeper and stronger transformation.
However, the latter requires more profound cultivation to operate, and when Sakyamuni first transformed into the Peacock King, his cultivation level was higher than his own now, so this matter must at least wait until he becomes the quasi-emperor.
Fortunately, the Peacock King Ming is not too old and has a long lifespan, so he can afford to wait.
…
Cultivation is not just about seclusion. You also need to walk around the world, observe mountains and rivers, nature, and see the various forms of life.
Feng Jinghong traveled around the universe, searching for ancient times and visiting Taoism, so as to calm her body and mind.
At the second level of the human race's ancient road, a veteran gatekeeper named Guan Cheng sat cross-legged and lost his life.
He is a young saint king, and normally he should still have enough longevity.
But unfortunately, he was chosen by the Supreme in the dark turmoil, and 99% of his life essence was taken away from him hundreds of millions of miles away. After suffering for more than a hundred years, he finally couldn't hold on anymore and fell at his post.
Several soldiers who were in the same place were already mentally prepared and were not sad. They planned to bury him very calmly.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! But at this moment, the withered and old corpse suddenly lit up with a faint light, emitting a powerful breath of life.
In just a short moment, his white hair turned into blue hair, and the old man transformed into a handsome man, leaving the monks nearby stunned.
"This is rebirth from Nirvana, living a second life!" The guide from the second city exclaimed.
He was familiar with Guan Cheng, knew what this powerful man with amazing talent had gone through, and had also lamented his failure.
I thought that the other party was going to end like this, but I didn't expect that he would have such talent and luck and survive the second life on his own!
Since ancient times, no one has been able to do this, and all of them have left a great name in the history of cultivation.
After all, many ancient emperors could only rely on elixirs to survive for a lifetime, and then they had no choice but to grow old, die, or commit suicide.
"Are you going to start again?" the guide asked expectantly.
Guan Cheng unexpectedly shook his head: "No, I have lost twice in a row, and the Imperial Road has long been lost to me. Being able to live again is a gift from God. I just want to live this life in an ordinary way."
The guide felt a little pity: "Okay, if you want to start again, let me know at any time."
Seeing that there was no excitement to be seen, the onlookers gradually dispersed. However, the trialists in the city unconsciously looked at Guan Cheng with a little vigilance.
"God has given you a chance to start over. Are you really willing to be an unknown soldier here?" A man in green clothes stepped forward and said.
Guan Cheng smiled faintly: "What's wrong with being unknown? Everyone has his own destiny, and enlightenment is not the only meaning."
The man in green nodded: "You are right, the sun, moon, stars, plants, trees, insects, and fish all have their own meanings of existence. Only you know the joy, pain, and hatred.
I have learned a lot from watching you rise from death today. Please accept this token. If you need it in the future, you can come to me with this order. I will try my best to complete it in order to repay today's opportunity."
Before Guan Cheng could react, a red-gold token had already arrived in his hand.
Just when he was about to refuse, he looked up but no one was there.
If you look closely at the token, you can see that the word "Heaven" is engraved on the front and a picture of a phoenix bathing in flames is engraved on the back.
Guan Cheng's face changed slightly, and he instantly understood who he had just met.
After thinking for a while, he finally put the token in his arms.
…
In the seventh city on the ancient road of the demon clan, Captain Erha and King Tianxiang Fox were walking on the street, exuding the sour smell of love.
Suddenly, Tianxiang Fox King's eyes turned sharp and he turned around to look behind him.
"What's wrong, Fox Sister?"
"I seemed to have seen an acquaintance just now, an extraordinary person..."
…
In the first calamity star, Beiming Xuehua held Fangtian's painted halberd and chased two old men with no way to go to the sky or to the earth.
"The Holy Court has been destroyed, do you really want to kill them all?" An old man yelled in grief and anger.
Xuehua's expression was indifferent, with murderous intent overflowing: "The emperor showed no mercy to my mother and me back then, so why should I kill his heirs now? You must die now, and there is no point in escaping anywhere. I said so
!”
…
At the Ninth Emperor's Pass, Kong Ling sat cross-legged on the top of a sacred mountain and realized the Tao, with his black hair flying and his unparalleled splendor.
Suddenly there was a breeze, and she opened her cold eyes and looked towards the horizon.
A golden-haired monkey walked against the setting sun, its shadow blocking the glow.
The black iron rod flicked, revealing a cold smile:
"I heard that you claim to be the disciple of the Emperor, is that true?"