The God and Buddha are actually me

"What great kindness? This is just your wishful thinking. What qualifications do you have to decide the life and death of others?"

Zhang Jiuyang sneered unceremoniously: "It turns out there will be no fish here. No fish means no surplus. From the beginning, you had no intention of leaving any way for the people of Shigu Town to survive."

Venerable Kelsang said calmly: "They have no way to survive. I am just ending their suffering in advance. I am temporarily merciful and soft-hearted. That is not called kindness and will only prolong this pain."

"Well said."

Zhang Jiuyang suddenly laughed and said: "Old monk, I think you are living in quite a painful life. The so-called secret technique of sky burial must be costly. Rather than letting you live like this, you might as well let me help you solve your pain." how?"

Venerable Kelsang frowned slightly.

"Donors should not confuse Lao Na with them."

"It's ridiculous. You are only allowed to help others end their suffering, but others are not allowed to help you. Don't do to others what you don't want others to do to you. You have lived for six hundred years and are unwilling to die. Why should you let others die?"

Zhang Jiuyang shook his head and laughed. The longer a person lives and the higher his cultivation level, the more superior he becomes.

The current number one man in the Western Region, Venerable Kelsang, is no exception. He seems to regard himself as a god who can easily decide the survival and destruction of all living beings, but when it is his turn, he cannot accept it.

What a double standard!

"And you dare to say that deep down in your heart you don't have a single thought that you want to punish these people who once persecuted the Double-Faced Buddha?"

Regarding this point, Venerable Kelsang did not admit it, but said: "Disrespecting Buddhism and hurting my master should be punished, but I saw them trapped in the curse and couldn't extricate themselves. I felt compassion and helped them to escape. In fact, I repay evil with kindness and let go of my hatred. I feel no regrets in my heart."

"With a clear conscience?"

Zhang Jiuyang sneered and said, "Are you worthy of that shopkeeper Xu?"

Venerable Kelsang paused slightly.

"I am very familiar with the Avalokitesvara Secret Mantra. Although shopkeeper Xu loved money before, he was not so unscrupulous. Why did his personality suddenly change?"

"Also, he is not a snake demon, so why did he learn the magic of demons? Who instigated him to poison him behind the scenes? Taught him the magic?"

Zhang Jiuyang's voice shocked the Three Treasures and looked at Venerable Kelsang in disbelief.

"Yes, it's me."

After a moment of silence, Venerable Kelsang did not hide it, but admitted what he had done.

"Why, why?"

Sanbao asked, he had indeed doubted this matter. Although shopkeeper Xu was a little greedy for money, Tongren Drug Store was also a time-honored brand in Shigu Town. It had been in peace for decades. Why did it suddenly poison and sell medicine?

Originally he thought Shopkeeper Xu was a demon, but now it seemed that Shopkeeper Xu was just being used.

"I did use the Avalokitesvara Mantra, but this technique can only amplify the evil thoughts in people's hearts, but it cannot create them out of nothing. If he has no greed in his heart, how can he be bewitched by me?"

Sanbao shook his head vigorously and said loudly: "No, people's hearts have evil thoughts, so they need the influence of Buddhism. What's the difference between using your magical power to test a mortal and using water to test a person who is about to die of thirst?"

"Master Kelsang, what you practice is no longer Buddhism, but the devil's way!"

Facing this famous Buddhist legend, Sanbao, a fledgling young man, dared to firmly call it Buddhism, with a sonorous and powerful voice and full of righteous indignation.

Venerable Kelsang was not angry at all. In other words, over the long years, he had suppressed all the emotions deep in his heart and had forgotten how to be angry.

"My child, whether it is a Buddha or a demon, it doesn't matter what you say, it doesn't matter what I say, and it doesn't even matter what the Buddha said. Only the winner...says it."

"Still the same sentence, all living beings are Buddhas, so there is no Buddha in the world. Only those with true wisdom and perseverance can sit on the high Buddha's throne. You will understand when you have more experience, even if it claims that all living beings are equal. Buddhas are also divided into hierarchical levels."

"Buddhism is far more cruel than you think."

Venerable Kelsang looked at the Three Treasures with a rare sigh in his eyes.

The main reason why he spent so much energy and time on this little monk, besides seeing his extraordinary qualifications, was that he saw his former self in San Bao.

Once upon a time, he was so simple. He worshiped the Buddha wholeheartedly and was extremely pious. He took three steps and bowed once. He walked thousands of miles in several months until he reached the top of the sacred mountain. His knees and forehead were covered with a thick layer of blood scab.

Then I met Master Jia Lie.

But in retrospect, that was actually six hundred years ago.

"Sambo, let me tell you why."

Zhang Jiuyang said: "Because he wants you to agree with his ideas, join Nalanda Temple, and inherit his mantle."

"So he designed this play using the secret skills of Guan Zizai Daluo, secretly bewitching Shopkeeper Xu and poisoning him. He wants you to see people's hypocrisy and evil thoughts clearly, so that he can teach you what it means to let go."

A trace of disgust flashed in Zhang Jiuyang's eyes.

What is the difference between Venerable Kelsang's behavior and Mahakala Buddha who designed the double-faced Buddha?

Just like the same raccoon dog.

It seems that the long years of six hundred years have not made him more compassionate, but have become more and more indifferent, becoming more and more like those gods.

The Three Jewels folded their hands together and recited the Buddha's name, then slowly opened their eyes and said word by word: "If this means letting go, then I would rather not let it go. No matter what my obsession or attachment, I will not let go."

After a pause, he looked directly into the eyes of Gesang Venerable. One big and one small, one old and one young, looked into each other's eyes. One pair was cloudy and vicissitudes, the other pair was clear and firm.

"I couldn't let it go before, I can't let it go now, and I won't let it go in the future!"

A wave of emotion finally emerged in Gesang Venerable's eyes. Looking at those eyes, he suddenly remembered the sky on the Bog Snow Mountain.

He walked thousands of miles, bowed every three steps, and finally fell down tired on the top of the sacred mountain. At that time, he lay on the ground and looked at the sky on the sacred mountain. It was also so clean and clear, flawless, which made the young him feel very moved.

It was as if he had received a response from the gods.

But now thinking back, even that kind of emotion has become vague and strange.

After a long time, Gesang Venerable's wrinkled face slowly showed a smile. He seemed to have not smiled like this for a long time, so that even the wrinkles were a little stiff.

He stretched out a fishing hand and touched Sanbao's head like the master who appeared in the snow mountain.

"It's okay. If you can't let it go, I'll help you."

Boom!

Lightning and thunder began to flash in the sky, dark clouds rolled, and the wind howled in an instant. The originally drizzling drizzle began to grow rapidly, smashing ripples on the calm water surface.

Zhang Jiuyang stepped forward, pulled the three treasures behind him, looked up at the sky, and there was a trace of solemnity in his eyes.

"Venerable Gesang, I warn you for the last time. This is not the Western Regions, but Jiuzhou, the border of Daqian, the homeland of the Han people. If you insist on doing it, you will bear the consequences."

When he said the last four words, Zhang Jiuyang's voice was full of murderous intent.

Although he did not have enough confidence to defeat the first person in the Western Regions in 600 years, this is Yongzhou, the land of Daqian.

As long as he could hold on for a while, the movement of the two fighting would be enough to attract the attention of many people. Apart from anything else, Baiyun Temple is in Yongzhou.

As the ancestral home of Zen Buddhism, it would naturally not watch the people of Yongzhou being slaughtered by the people of Tantric Buddhism.

Moreover, Zhang Jiuyang has a trump card, which is Yue Ling.

Yue Ling has been in seclusion in the gourd and has passed the most critical moment. She once sent a message to him that if she encounters danger and needs help, she can break out at any time.

But Zhang Jiuyang doesn't want to disturb her easily. She is now digesting the gains from the visualization map of the Nine Heavens Mysterious Woman. If she stays in seclusion for one more day, the benefits will be greater.

This is why he dared to leave the gourd.

Now Yue Ling's cultivation has made another leap forward, and she may have inherited the magical powers of the Nine Heavens Mysterious Woman. To be honest, Zhang Jiuyang may not be able to beat her.

The two of them joined forces, and there were few people in the world who could match them. Even facing a legendary figure like Gesang Venerable who has been famous for 600 years, they have the confidence to fight him.

"Young man, six hundred years ago, my master fought with the last head of Yuding Palace, Miao Zhenren, but unfortunately lost by one move, which was a pity."

He showed a look of reminiscence and sighed: "The magic of Yuding Palace is indeed amazing, and Miao Zhenren is also amazing, but I don't know if it still has his charm when it comes to you?"

"Six hundred years ago, I was just a boy who served tea and water. Today, I will meet you, the heir of Yuding Palace, to help my master make up for his regrets."

His voice was calm and firm, and there was no wavering from beginning to end.

Zhang Jiuyang was not surprised. The man in front of him was a master of the Western Regions who had lived for six hundred years. His tenacity was not something he could shake with a few words.

Then let's see the truth with our hands!

Boom!

The rain was getting heavier and heavier, and it was already a violent storm, but no matter how strong the wind and rain were, they automatically avoided Zhang Jiuyang and could not wet his clothes.

"Your Excellency has a cruel heart. It seems that you want to flood the entire Shigu Town with heavy rain."

Zhang Jiuyang's eyes were filled with yin and yang energy. He calculated with his fingers using the hexagram technique that the rain would last for an hour, with a total of nine feet, three inches and forty-two points of water, just enough to flood the entire Shigu Town.

Men, women, old and young, no more, no less, all will be swallowed up by this heavy rain!

Sure enough, this person's magical power of calling the wind and rain has reached the highest level, and is directly accurate to the millimeter. This water-based method alone is comparable to that of General Ji.

"What a heavy rain, it would be a pity to disperse it. Your Excellency Gesang, I want your rain, lend it to me."

Zhang Jiuyang's pupils flashed with brilliance. He did not choose to perform the prayer for rain and clear weather in the 36 methods of the Jade Tripod. Although he can now call the wind and rain, he has no confidence that he can be stronger than the other party in this regard.

In this case, use a safer one.

Zhang Jiuyang patted the purple gold gourd on his waist and said with a smile: "Master Gourd, don't you always complain about being thirsty? In this heavy rain, I will invite you to drink to your heart's content!"

The next moment, the purple gold treasure gourd turned into a treasure light and soared into the sky, and it became bigger and bigger.

Puff!

The mouth of the gourd opened wide, blooming with thousands of brilliant lights, emitting infinite suction, like the entrance to another world, causing ripples in the surrounding void.

The wind and rain from all directions all entered the gourd.