The long river of life, which symbolizes the prehistoric context, surges in the void and has a long history.
This long river is the evolution of the agglomeration of Tao Yun, the rules for the growth of all things, and the cradle of the development of the Tao of Heaven.
At this time, a full and gorgeous golden lotus blossomed instantly around the river of life.
The quasi-handle pinches the treasure seal, the brilliance flows around you, and the swaying treasure tree is revealed behind, filled with a noble and full charm.
He stared at the long river of life, the light bloomed in his palms, and the aura of wisdom suddenly filled up, turning into countless golden beads and falling into the depths of the river.
Zhunti's eyes were weathered and seemed to contain stories, but he was still unable to tell them.
He shook his right hand slightly, and a brilliant light quietly appeared in his palm.
This is his companion spirit treasure.
The Seven Treasures Tree.
The Seven Treasures Tree glows brightly, like a broken rainbow.
The void area is eroded by the flowing rainbow and becomes colorful, exuding pure beauty.
Zhunti's thoughts moved slightly, and countless blue palace lanterns appeared in front of him, slowly rotating around him.
The shapes of these palace lanterns are extremely delicate and elegant, and they contain steaming flames inside, like chasing and playing birds, floating at the top of the long river of life.
The number of palace lanterns is extremely large, like the multiplication of star fireflies and phosphorus fire, spreading freely and rippling at will.
On the outside of the palace lantern, some strange paint is used to paint different colors, entangled with each other, and finally condensed into an image of the Western Buddha.
Zhunti narrowed his eyes slightly, activated his wisdom power, and deduced the changes in Buddhism.
After Manjusri left the West, Zhunti felt that something was not good about the situation.
After the establishment of the underworld, he received the support of heaven and the continuous infusion of merit. Even a saint like him would feel jealous when he saw it.
In order to benefit from the six paths of reincarnation, the two saints Zhunti and Jieyin tried various methods, but they never succeeded in joining the underworld.
At that time, the West was in an extremely miserable state. Not only did it have no outstanding disciples, but even the world was extremely incomplete.
The two saints wanted to share the world, but found that they were plotted by heaven, and the amount of merit they owed was too huge, even if they were in the realm of saints, it would be difficult to repay them.
In the end, it was Ksitigarbha who discovered the plight of the two teachers and still stood up decisively.
He took the initiative to sacrifice himself and sacrificed his body in the depths of the underworld, in order to transcend all the souls of the dead in time, and thus receive the support of massive merits from heaven and earth.
Ksitigarbha's feat was not only recognized by many powerful men from ancient times, but also directly reduced the merit pressure of the two saints by as much as 30%.
Because of this, Ksitigarbha's position is always at the top of Buddhism at any time.
His sacrifice and dedication will always be remembered by Zhunti.
Later, the Battle of Fengshen ended.
Manjusri, as the golden immortal who explains the teachings, is a born Buddhist wise man.
His existence plays an extremely important role in the great prosperity of Buddhism, and in many cases, it even plays a role in fueling the flames.
Therefore, the two saints were extremely excited and introduced this wise man to Buddhism.
However, the result was extremely unexpected.
The previously inactive Manjushri Guangfa Tianzun actually blossomed into extremely brilliant colors after coming to the West.
He swam upstream in the Vientiane Forest, defeated countless famous strong men, and obtained the inheritance of King Suddhodana, using which he refined the treasure of commanding the ghost path, Laixi.
Later, Manjusri opened up the world of emptiness, repaired the Gongdu Mountains, became the leader of the underworld, created the method of monk cultivation, and quickly rose to become the top powerhouse in Buddhism.
Although the Buddha Tathagata is now in charge of Mount Sumeru, everyone knows in their hearts that the real authority of Buddhism is held in the hands of Manjusri.
Since then, Zhunti has taken a special fancy to this Bodhisattva and will naturally pay more attention to him.
Therefore, the moment Manjusri left the western realm, Sage Zhunti was already deducing the opponent's actions.
As the Son of Yin Tian, Manjusri must command the underworld, so Ksitigarbha placed in purgatory is the nail he must remove.
Zhunti's eyes contained the light of wisdom, and his sight had passed through the distance of space and came to the tragic battlefield of purgatory.
At this time, Ksitigarbha was in an extremely embarrassing situation.
He stood with his hunched body in the center of thousands of pearls, his body already riddled with holes.
Countless precious gems are flowing out along the Jizo's wounds, exuding an extremely selected charm, and they look like a dazzling array of handicrafts.
Manjusri stood in front of Ksitigarbha, his eyes were dark, staring at the sky, and a faint smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.
Looking at the other party's calm appearance, Zhunti already understood in his heart that Manjusri knew that he would use it to observe again.
He sighed helplessly, and then slowly stepped out and arrived at Purgatory.
"Manjushri Bodhisattva, why are you doing this?"
Zhunti's words were filled with helplessness.
He gently shook the Qibao Second Tree in his hand, and it instantly bloomed with dazzling luster.
The lusters are entangled with each other, looking like colorful butterflies, dancing around Ksitigarbha, filled with gorgeous and full vitality.
In this rendering of vitality, the wounds on Jizo's body healed at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Jizo frowned slightly, coughed suddenly, and then knelt on the ground, vomiting blood.
The inside of his body has been eroded by the domineering light, and his internal organs have turned into pearls. If he hadn't come at the right time, it would have been difficult to save his life.
"Sage, as the Son of Heaven, this is what I must do."
He understood that the other party was a hero of the West, so he sacrificed his body to help the two saints tide over the difficulties during the most difficult period in the West.
No matter which aspect you look at, you have no reason to kill the opponent.
Moreover, the Ksitigarbha in the previous life was so deeply hidden that it was only after all the saints finally revealed their fangs that had been dormant for a long time.
"I know."
Zhunti nodded, looking at the ruins of Purgatory, he couldn't help but shake his head.
"Manjusri, you and Ksitigarbha are both powerful leaders in Western Buddhism. Even the Tathagata who sits in the center cannot compare with them. Everything he does in the underworld is for me and Jieyin. I owe you everything inside."
I will definitely make up for my merits in the future."
"As for the underworld, it is now your dojo. Buddhism has no qualifications to interfere with it, but after all, we have a friendship of helping each other. If you need anything, you can return to Buddhism to dispatch troops."
What I said was extremely polite.
After Manjusri joined the West, he led many monks to repair the world day and night, and the amount of merit he received almost made up for 30% of the deficit.
Now, the merits of the two saints who lost money can be easily repaid by Journey to the West, and there is even some leftover.
Jieyin had already had the idea to bring Ksitigarbha's disciple back to the West, but before he could implement it, he was directly intercepted by Manjusri.
Thinking of this, Zhunti felt helpless and sighed.
People all over the world say that as a Western leader, he is cunning and insidious, plundering resources everywhere, but he does not know how painful it is to bear a huge debt.
Now, the journey to the west is about to begin, the merits are about to be repaid, and the heavy burden on his back has disappeared without a trace. Zhunti can't help but feel relaxed all over.
"Uncle Master!"
Hearing this, Ksitigarbha was a little unbelievable.
When he came to the underworld in advance, he had countless conjectures in his mind.
I think that a strong man like Manjusri, who has worked hard and made great achievements, has made at least the same contribution to Buddhism as himself. Even if he will not be punished more harshly, at least he must be punished.
However, he never expected that Zhunti would be so polite.
With just a few words, my grievances were directly wiped away.
Seeing Ksitigarbha's unwillingness, Manjusri felt disdainful, but a bright smile appeared on his face.
"In that case, I would like to thank the saint for his help."
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At the same time, Mount Sumeru in the west.
In the Mahavira Palace, the golden lotus phenomenon gathered into a vast ocean and spread tens of thousands of miles in an instant.
The Tathagata clasped his hands together and recited Western magic. Three gorgeous golden lotus flowers appeared on his head, shining brightly.
The lotus looks dreamlike, blooming with pure charm, and is wrapped with a large relic inside, rising and falling with the flow of light.
Relics are a means created by Jiguang Bodhisattva. In this way, spiritual power can be gathered and stored, just like the Qingyun of Xuanmen. It has some similarities but the same purpose.
Because of this, Ji Guang achieved Buddhahood and led the survivors of the Vientiane Forest to the Pure Land of Angelica dahurica to spread the ideas of King Suddhodana.
The Tathagata's relics look round and round, with a melodious aura, and are obviously carefully polished.
While the relic is suspended and floating, its surface flashes with bright rippling light, making it look like smoked willows by the Dongting Lake.
Immediately afterwards, the ethereal Sanskrit sound slowly rippled through the relics.
Below, countless creatures sit on the golden lotus with great piety, their faces full of intoxicated and longing expressions.
They are all ordinary creatures who go to the West and listen to the sermons of powerful men. No matter which powerful preacher it is, these creatures can benefit a lot.
The Western wonderful method described by the Tathagata can be described as innovative, gorgeous and luxurious.
Not only the ordinary creatures who heard the news, but also the powerful people who came to attend the banquet could not help but nod slightly, with a feeling of yearning rising in their hearts.
The auspicious luster sweeps across the sky.
Thousands of miles of gorgeous golden content, mixed with rich aura, slowly falling.
Necklaces, silk ribbons, golden beads, bright lanterns...
Endless treasures of blessings rise and fall in the wave of aura.
Lu Ya's eyes were cold and he was playing with the spiritual fruit in his hand. Looking at Tathagata's solemn look, he couldn't help but laugh in his heart.
"Haha, what a hypocritical face. Just after he defected from Jiejiao, he became the Buddha who is aloof and saves all sentient beings. I wonder what the use of such a Buddha is in the eyes of those saints."
"Well, in the final analysis, it is Manjusri's temper towards me. Not only is he decisive in killing, but he is also completely evil. I don't know what his current situation is."
"Presumptuous!"
Just when Lu Ya was thinking a lot, Tathagata, who was sitting high on the golden lotus, suddenly stopped his sermon and scolded him coldly.
He looked at Yu Chan who was sitting down, his brows furrowed, his eyes filled with anger.
"Yu Chan, why do you show disdain but are dissatisfied with my way?"