Chapter nine hundred and fiftieth chapters Zhuang Zhou sage
In mid-air, Lin Ze was struck by lightning, his whole body stiffened, and he fell to the ground like a green onion.
"It turns out that this is what it feels like to be struck by lightning. It doesn't hurt at all."
For some reason, some random thoughts flashed through Lin Ze's mind.
Suddenly, Lin Ze's falling body suddenly stopped, but Zhuang Zhou arrived in time and stretched out his hand to catch him.
Zhuang Zhou looked at Lin Ze whose destiny was shattered and his fortune was withered. While injecting the power of heaven into Lin Ze's body to heal his injuries, Zhuang Zhou said sadly:
"Junior brother knows that the Buddha and the Confucian saints have bad intentions, why do you insist on taking action? Now that your life is shattered and your luck has withered as expected, what can you do?"
Under the influence of Zhuang Zhou's power of heaven, Lin Ze's stiff body gradually returned to normal. He spit out a mouthful of blood foam and said with a smile: "A blessing in disguise is a blessing in disguise?"
"Junior brother's destiny was shattered, his luck was almost wiped out, but he killed three heavenly beings in the third realm in one fell swoop, didn't he?"
"Besides, after this battle, will there be heavenly beings serving for the Buddhist Confucianists? I am afraid that even Meng Ke, Maitreya and other disciples will feel panic because of this, worrying day and night whether they will be used as chess pieces and thrown away casually."
"Although the price is a bit high, it's not a loss, right?"
Zhuang Zhou was angry and funny and said: "Junior brother, stop talking. I will take you to the teacher. The teacher should be able to find a solution."
Lin Ze smiled and said, "I'm afraid I won't be able to leave. Didn't Senior Brother notice anything unusual about me?"
Zhuang Zhou took a closer look and saw strands of white luck coming from the void and throwing them into Lin Ze's head, trying to regroup the clouds of luck.
As his luck recovered a little, his destiny, which had been shattered, began to re-consolidate.
Zhuang Zhou said with joy on his face: "This is a good thing. Junior brother, hurry up and take care of yourself. As long as the destiny is restored to its original position, junior brother can recover on his own without the need for the teacher to take action."
Lin Ze said helplessly: "A good thing is a good thing, senior brother, haven't you thought about how to escape from the hands of the three saints?"
Zhuang Zhou said with a serious face: "This is what senior brother should do. Junior brother, you don't have to worry about it. You can rest in peace."
After Zhuang Zhou finished speaking, he turned Lin Ze over, tied him to his back, and then he disappeared and flew towards the Kunlun Mountains.
A look of guilt flashed in Lin Ze's eyes, and he said softly: "If senior brother can break through the saint's interception, he must take me back to the tomb of Emperor Qin in Chang'an."
"When Emperor Qin was in power, he gathered all the treasures in the world and cast twelve golden figures to change the feng shui of heaven and earth. Xianyang Palace is at the center. If Junior Brother stays there, the speed of gathering luck will be at least three points faster, which is conducive to recovery."
Zhuang Zhou nodded heavily: "Okay."
After Lin Ze said this, he closed his eyes, immersed himself in his mind, and calmed down his shattered destiny.
Everything that needs to be done has been done, whether it succeeds or not depends entirely on God's will.
Zhuang Zhou, whose body had turned into a blur, was extremely fast. He flew thousands of miles in the blink of an eye, but stopped in front of a golden light.
I saw the Buddha clasping his hands together and solemnly saying: "Amitabha, the benefactor of Zhuangzhou, the sea of suffering is boundless, but I will turn around and find the shore."
Zhuang Zhou did not answer immediately. Instead, he looked around and asked, "Why is it that only the Buddha is here and not the Confucian sage and Master Tongtian?"
The Buddha's face was as dark as water and he said: "Zhuang Zhou, although you are known as the first person below the realm of saints, you are only in the third realm of heaven and humans after all. To deal with you, one person is enough, why do you need all the Confucian sages from all over the world to come together?"
Zhuang Zhou smiled and replied: "Since there is only one Buddha, Pindao probably won't be able to turn back. After all, Pindao cultivates the Tao, peace and freedom, and is not a clay sculpture that only accepts offerings from believers in temples.
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The Buddha did not get angry, but sighed: "Why ask for trouble?"
Zhuang Zhou looked calm and said: "Is the Buddha going to take action against the poor Taoist?"
Buddha said indifferently: "You can leave, but the destined one has to stay. You can take him away if you insist, but you have to wait until I have completely cut off his destiny."
Zhuang Zhou said with a sarcastic look on his face: "Don't monks be compassionate?"
The Buddha said without changing his expression: "Buddhism has both great compassion and vajra's angry eyes."
Zhuang Zhou laughed and said, "Is it because the Buddha has not taken action yet because his true body has not yet arrived, and he is not sure of defeating Pindao?"
Buddha sighed and said: "As expected of the Taoist sub-sage who is said to have stepped into the realm of saints with half a foot. He can even see this. It's a pity that it's a little late. My true body has already arrived."
As he spoke, the golden light on the Buddha's body gradually dissipated, revealing his true face, and the appearance of an ordinary monk appeared in Zhuang Zhou's eyes.
Returning to nature is nothing more than this.
Zhuang Zhou shook his head and said: "It's not too late, I'm just confirming whether Confucian Sage and Uncle Tongtian are really following me. Since I haven't seen them for so long, I guess the Buddha didn't deceive me."
The Buddha's eyes narrowed slightly when he heard this: "How dare you speak so harshly?"
After speaking, one hand slowly moved forward, and in the air there were goddesses scattering flowers, demons dancing wildly, and countless monks chanting sutras.
The Buddha's kingdom in the palm of his hand came to the world at this moment, trapping Zhuang Zhou in it.
Zhuang Zhou's expression became calmer and he murmured to himself: "Everyone in the world says that a poor Taoist who has stepped into the saint's realm with one foot can save his life in front of the saint's realm."
"But how do they know the power of the Saint Realm? In front of the Saint, the Third Realm of Heavenly Beings are just bigger ants."
The Buddha then said: "You know it very well. Are you prepared to put your hands down when you say this?"
Zhuang Zhou shook his head gently: "No, I just want to say that the world is ignorant. If you enter, you will enter. If you don't enter, you will not enter. How can there be any saying that you have one foot in the realm of a saint?"
The Buddha's face looked strange when he heard this, and a bad feeling came to his mind.
But he saw Zhuang Zhou standing there quietly, with a reflection under his feet.
The Buddha looked solemn: "Under the shroud of this Buddhist kingdom, you still have the power to fight back?"
After saying this, countless Buddhas appeared and used their magical powers to press against Zhuang Zhou.
Zhuang Zhou ignored the Buddha and lowered his head slightly to look at the reflection at his feet. The reflection at his feet also looked at him with the same expression.
Gradually, Zhuang Zhou's reflection moved, slowly approached Zhuang Zhou's body, and melted into it. A mysterious aura emanated from Zhuang Zhou's body.
Zhuang Zhou replied calmly: "Although the Buddha's kingdom claims to suppress everything, how can it be trapped in the realm of a saint?"
The Buddha looked shocked: "How, how is it possible? When did you become a saint? How could a Taoist saint allow another saint to emerge from the Taoist palace?"
At this moment, Lin Ze, who was lying behind Zhuang Zhou, opened his eyes, and a look of understanding appeared on his face. Zhuang Zhou was indeed in the realm of a saint.
As early as when the three religions attacked Qin, Lin Ze began to have doubts.
At the beginning, Meng Ke and Maitreya from Xuandu were scrambling to take Emperor Qin's life, but their actions only had the slightest chance of being promoted to a saint.
Zhuang Zhou was the only one who remained unmoved and looked like he was indifferent to the world.
At that time, Lin Ze was thinking that this Zhuang Zhou was either indifferent and non-competitive by nature, or he thought that this opportunity was of little use, so he didn't bother to fight.
When Xuandu and others were severely wounded by Emperor Qin, and Emperor Qin himself was seriously injured and dying, it was the perfect opportunity to kill Zhuang Zhou.
But what did Zhuang Zhou do? He gave up the opportunity to Lin Ze.
What Xuandu and others desperately wanted to get was abandoned by Zhuang Zhou. There is only one answer. The opportunity that is useful to the third realm of heaven and man may be useless to Zhuang Zhou.
After talking with Emperor Qin, Lin Ze, who was always cautious, inevitably became suspicious.
Even though Zhuang Zhou behaved nothing like a saint, Lin Ze did not relax.
It was not until later that Zhuang Zhou promised that he could protect Lin Ze's life in front of the saint.
After hearing this, ordinary people would probably think that Zhuang Zhou was telling lies, but Lin Ze thought that what he said was most likely the truth.
Based on the saying that all saints are ants, Lin Ze boldly speculated that Zhuang Zhou was in the realm of a saint, otherwise it would be completely incompatible with his nature as an ant.
You can't be an ant one moment, and the next moment the ant is inextricably linked to the saint. This is not in line with the setting.
Seeing Zhuang Zhou displaying his cultivation in the Saint Realm, Lin Ze secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and a big stone finally fell to the ground in his heart.
Zhuang Zhou said calmly: "I want the Buddha to know that Pindao has been promoted to the saint realm for some time. As for the Buddha questioning how Pindao teacher would allow this to happen, Pindao can only say that not all saints are like Buddha and Confucian saints."
Generally speaking, I don’t see my disciples achieving anything.”
"Pindao once said that if the Confucian sage and Master Tongtian don't come, Buddha can't stop me. What does Buddha think at this moment?"