Chapter 1 Ten thousand years of practice starts from the beginning
"Manjusri, you are the only one with tremendous merits. If you don't sacrifice the ninth-grade golden lotus and break it into pieces, my majestic destiny in the west will no longer exist."
"Lord Manjushri, hundreds of millions of living beings in the West need your salvation. Please be compassionate and save all living beings."
"Master, don't hesitate. I will take good care of your Mount Wutai. Please sacrifice your life for righteousness."
"My Buddha is compassionate, and I am willing to take out three thousand Buddha sons and follow Senior Manjusri to death."
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West, Mount Sumeru.
Golden lotuses, as bright as daylight, are blooming everywhere in the Main Hall, exuding the unique light of blessing of Buddhism.
The golden lanterns swayed, the auspicious clouds were vast, and thousands of Bodhisattvas and Arhats showed their magical powers, surrounding Manjushri Buddha.
Blood continued to pour out of the corner of Manjusri's mouth, shaking slightly. His cassock covered with pearls and corals was already in tatters, and he stood in the main hall with disheveled hair.
The body is riddled with holes, and there are poisonous insects hidden among the tens of thousands of scars, preventing the body's ability to heal automatically.
Blood rushed out from the wound uncontrollably, turning into green beads and scattering on the ground.
In the dazzling golden main hall, the throne that symbolizes the Buddha is empty, and the bustling sound of reciting sutras on weekdays has disappeared without a trace, leaving only many Buddhas and Bodhisattvas urging anxiously.
They are all leading figures in Buddhism, including Bodhisattvas with high virtues and dignity, Buddhas who are talented and famous, and many monks and arhats who follow suit.
Roars, sneers, taunts, curses...
Manjusri stood unmoved, looking at the clowns with a dull look in his eyes.
The two saints of the West have disappeared, and Buddhism is in disarray. Now there are cracks in the Nine-Rank Golden Lotus. If people with profound merit are not allowed to sacrifice, I am afraid that the majestic luck brought by the journey to the West will no longer exist.
Looking around, we can see that many Buddhas have profound backgrounds, and only Manjusri is left alone.
The overall situation has been decided, he can't escape.
His legs have rotted away, turning into centipede-like tree roots and crickets taking root on the ground, slowly spreading upwards along his waist, but his face is still calm and he is not afraid of the coming of death.
"It's really ridiculous."
Manjusri's hoarse voice was particularly abrupt amid the noisy discussion.
He looked at his former colleagues with stern eyes. Some of them avoided looking at him, some looked righteous and heartbroken, and some looked at him unabashedly, with sneers on their faces.
"You want to force me to death, why don't you do it? You are afraid, right?"
"Fart, we are giving you a chance to sacrifice your life for justice."
"Manjusri, you are the only one who has merit and virtue now, so don't give up."
"The West is in danger, and we cannot sit idly by and ignore it. Manjusri, don't blame us."
Hahahahahahaha!
Hearing these words, Manjusri suddenly laughed wildly to the sky, and more green beads fell out of the wound as his body trembled.
"As we get older, the scenery becomes less beautiful, and the flowers and willows bloom in spring early. It's ridiculous, it's really ridiculous!"
"Manjusri, why are you laughing? Why don't you just obediently punish me?"
"Damn it, he must still be hiding something behind him."
"No, he's going to blow himself up!"
Boom!
A terrifying aura swept out, and the self-destruction of the Great Luo Jinxian realm caused the entire Sumeru Mountain to suddenly break into two pieces.
The blue beads flew out like meteors, and the ocean transformed into golden lotus shattered into smoke. The Bodhisattva and Buddha did not have time to resist, and most of them were killed and injured in the explosion.
"Master Guanyin, what should we do?"
"Go to Ksitigarbha, draw his soul back, reshape his golden body and sacrifice him forcibly."
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Chirp, chirp.
The blue bird chirped and flapped its wings as it circled the mountains.
The bright sunshine is scattered in the Kunlun Mountains, green lotuses everywhere grow in the soil, and the crystal dew is as round as pearls.
The twists and turns of the mountain trails spread from the foot of the mountain to the mountainside, and along the gurgling stream, both ends are full of exotic flowers and plants.
"The Nine-Meandering Yellow River Formation is unpredictable. Sanxiao sat by the Yellow River for thirty thousand years before he finally got a glimpse of it. It is reasonable for you to be defeated. It is a great blessing to be able to survive. There is no need to be so panicked.
I have lost my ability to explain my teachings."
On the steaming cloud bed, Yuanshi Tianzun carefully caressed Ruyi, wearing an elegant white robe and swaying slightly, scattering a lot of misty clouds.
The unique touch of mutton-fat jade, as delicate and soft as skin, calmed down his originally dissatisfied thoughts.
In front of him, kneeling Guangchengzi and Antarctic Immortal, listening to the sage's teachings with guilt on their faces.
The Jiuqu Yellow River Formation was defeated, and all the Twelve Golden Immortals of the Chan Sect were beaten back to their original form. If Yun Xiao had not been cowardly and did not dare to kill at the critical moment, they would have been on the list of gods like Zhao Gongming and became Haotian's servants.
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Fortunately, Yuanshi Tianzun took action and broke the formation to save people regardless of face, so that they could return to Kunlun intact.
Guangchengzi's temples were slightly frosted, and his body was slightly stooped. He kept knocking his forehead to the ground with a solemn expression, making a soft thumping sound.
"Master, it's us who have embarrassed you, please punish me."
Seeing that his once high-spirited lover was now in such a miserable state, Yuanshi Tianzun felt a little heartbroken. He gently raised his hand to help Guangchengzi up.
"Forget it, history is written by the victors. As long as Xiqi can be supported as the God of the world in the end, the previous sins and responsibilities will be forgotten in the past. What's more, that Jiejiao has achieved enlightenment through formations, so you don't have to be so harsh on yourself.
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After saying that, Yuanshi Tianzun took out a delicate small bottle from his arms and threw it into Guang Chengzi's hand.
"The Nine-Bend Yellow River Formation has been destroyed by my master, but the power of the Hunyuan Golden Dou cannot be reversed. Without cultivation, you will naturally become old. I asked for these golden elixirs from your uncle Taishang.
, you and Anji will take the two ninth-level elixirs, and you will be back to your original state in about two months. As for the eighth-level golden elixirs, please give them to the other junior disciples."
"Thank you, Master." Guang Chengzi took the golden elixir respectfully, with tears in his eyes like a child who had been wronged. After kowtowing again, he left Yuxu Palace with the Antarctic Immortal. p>
The sunshine in Kunlun Mountain was still bright. With tears in his eyes, Guangchengzi poured out the golden elixir, swallowed his own, and gave the rest to the Antarctic Immortal.
He sighed slightly and said to the Antarctic Immortal: "Let Bai He divide these. The juniors all need this golden elixir to restore their vitality, otherwise it will be difficult to face the disaster later, but don't make any mistakes." p>
"Senior Brother, don't worry. The effect of Grand Master's golden elixir is very good. Everyone in the ancient world knows it. It is said that there is still a chance to realize a new avenue. We are a blessing in disguise this time." The eyes of the Antarctic Immortal were full of excitement.
I can't help but feel happy when I hold the jade bottle in my palm.
Guangchengzi sighed, his eyes reflecting the peaceful scene of Kunlun Mountain.
"I hope so."
At the same time, there were also a pair of clear eyes staring in the direction of Kunlun Mountain.
Mount Wutai.
The pouring rain kept falling, washing the world between heaven and earth exceptionally fresh. Manjusri stood in front of the window with a complicated face, letting the rain beat on his body.
Looking sideways at myself in the mirror, the corners of my eyes and eyebrows are full of greenness, my face is extremely ordinary, and my pale palms are as clear-cut as jade, as if to tell myself that this is definitely not a dream.
"Now should be the period of Conferring Gods and Measuring Tribulation, before Master Tongtian arranged the Ten Thousand Immortals Formation, this Mingzhi Pearl really worked."
Tens of thousands of years of practice disappeared, and the cultivation was wiped out by the Hunyuan Golden Dou, but in exchange for the opportunity to start over again.
The cold rain fell on his face, but Manjusri's eyes were full of expectation. He clasped his fingers on the damp window edges and murmured.