The God and Buddha are actually me

Passed away?

As soon as these words came out, Zhang Jiuyang and the other two looked at each other in surprise.

They had just prepared for a bloody battle, and were in full swing, especially Yue Ling, whose dragon-elephant tendons had just been opened and his spear had just been warmed up, and the other party was suddenly going to pass away?

You know, even when facing the siege of the three of them, Venerable Gesang did not lose the upper hand at all, showing the style of the great master of the Western Regions.

"Amitabha, you two be careful of fraud."

The black-robed monk, that is, the Tongji Divine Monk, turned the Buddhist beads in his hand, and the sun wheel at the center of his eyebrows was turning golden light, which seemed to be slightly turning, exuding a mysterious and majestic atmosphere.

It attracted Zhang Jiuyang and Yue Ling's attention.

After joining forces to fight the enemy, the three of them also swept away some grudges. At least they were all people from Jiuzhou, and faced foreign enemies, they still shared the same hatred.

"It is difficult to obtain a human body, so we should think about death now; we should know life when we have to escape from all sufferings; if there is no suffering, there is no other shore."

Ge Sang Venerable sat down cross-legged, and his body slowly landed on a bluestone. The aura on his body, which was originally as strong as a mountain, quickly melted like ice and snow, and the smell of decay became more and more intense.

The wrinkles on his skin became deeper, like dry rings.

Zhang Jiuyang and the other two could see that the vitality in his body was indeed fading, like a flood that had been opened and could not be stopped.

"When a person is about to die, his words are also good."

Ge Sang Venerable smiled faintly, but he did not have the panic and fear of facing death. Instead, he seemed very open-minded and calm.

He first set his sights on the monk Tongji.

"You have been guarding the forbidden area of ​​Baiyun Temple for many years. Do you know what is inside?"

Tongji frowned and said, "I don't need to know."

"No, you want to know. The things inside are what every Buddhist wants. I went in once, but unfortunately... I couldn't take it away."

After a pause, he looked at Tongji deeply and said, "Why do you think Baiyun Temple never lets one person guard the forbidden area for more than ten years?"

Tongji was shocked. This was true. The forbidden area was also called the holy land. It was the biggest secret in the temple. What was inside was only known by the abbots of all generations. Even he, the head of the Demon Subduing Academy, didn't know.

According to the rules passed down from generation to generation in Baiyun Temple, those who guard the holy land must have a cultivation level of more than five realms, and it must not exceed ten years.

"Because they are afraid that you... will steal from the public."

Tongji remained silent. It was not that he disdained to refute, but he asked himself. In the years of guarding the holy land, he did have an inexplicable impulse in his heart.

It was as if something in the holy land was calling, which was a great temptation for those who practiced Buddhism.

"How did you enter the holy land?"

Tongji suddenly asked, his eyes were very sharp and full of oppression.

"I have lived for six hundred years. When I entered there, you were not born yet."

Venerable Gesang shook his head and smiled, and then looked at Yue Ling.

"Vajra Dragon Elephant, the natural Mingwang, it's a pity. If you were in my Tantric Buddhism, what would it matter if I let you be the Venerable?"

"In the barbarian land, with yellow sand everywhere, who cares?"

Yue Ling was not polite, and there was a trace of disdain in her voice.

She was proud of her Kyushu bloodline since she was a child, and she looked down on those places that still ate raw meat and drank blood, especially Tantric Buddhism.

What human skin drums and flesh lotuses are all instruments respected in Tantric Buddhism, which means that they don't travel in the Central Plains very much, otherwise they can definitely be defined as cults.

Venerable Gesang was not angry either, and continued: "There will be a battle between you and Tongji in the future, which will determine who is the real Ming Wang."

"If you kill him, Baiyun Temple will turn against the Imperial Observatory. If you don't kill him... Hehe, this is a dispute over the orthodoxy, and there is no room for mercy."

Tongji looked at Yue Ling with a complicated look in his eyes.

Yue Ling just smiled coldly and said: "Old monk, before you die, do you want to sow discord again?"

"Whether it is to sow discord or not, you naturally know it in your heart."

Venerable Gesang smiled casually, and finally looked at Zhang Jiuyang, his eyes were deep, revealing a trace of doubt.

"Yuding Palace should not have been passed down to the world, but you are an anomaly. I can't figure out your background, but I think..." He showed a meaningful smile and said meaningfully: "Reincarnation is endless, we will meet again, and then I should be able to see you clearly." After saying this last sentence, he slowly lowered his eyes. At the moment he closed his eyes, the aura on his body completely dissipated, like a dead volcano, and like a dry ocean. The oil is exhausted, the lamp is exhausted, and the soul is dissipated! Zhang Jiuyang and Yue Ling both opened their eyes and did not miss any details, fearing that there was something fishy, ​​but after seeing the end, they had to admit that the other party seemed to... really passed away. Six hundred years of wind and rain, all returned to nothingness. Even the three souls and seven spirits dissipated, as if he had borne the burden of too many years. His soul had long been overwhelmed and had cracks, and it dissipated on the spot at the moment of passing away. The legendary master of the Western Regions Esoteric Buddhism seemed to have died quietly in this nameless place on the border of Yongzhou, leaving only a lifelike body.

"Hmm? This seems to be... a living Buddha in a jar?"

Yue Ling stared for a moment and suddenly found something wrong.

Sitting in a jar? A living Buddha?

A trace of doubt flashed in Zhang Jiuyang's eyes, and before he could speak, the voice of the Tongji monk rang out.

"Amitabha, Yue Jianhou Huiyan, this is indeed a living Buddha in a jar."

Seeing that Zhang Jiuyang didn't understand, he patiently explained.

"Sitting in a jar is a special way of burial in Buddhism. It is different from cremation and burial. Instead, the body is sealed in a jar, with a large jar at the bottom and a small jar on top. The jar is filled with lime and charcoal, and then the mouth of the jar is sealed with a mortar mixed with tung oil and lime. After a thousand days, the jar is opened. If the body does not decay, it becomes a flesh-and-blood bodhisattva."

"Generally speaking, flesh-and-blood bodhisattvas are high monks who have passed away, or people with extremely high moral character. After being made, they are wrapped in batter and plaster, and become sculptures after being dried. They can then be worshipped in temples, and can suppress ghosts and gods and protect the people. . "

"No need to say it so openly."

Yue Ling interrupted and said, "Not all flesh-and-blood bodhisattvas who are made by sitting in a jar will protect the people. Some may even fall into evil spirits, because becoming a Buddha is their obsession. Even if only the flesh-and-blood body is left after death, they must practice. Once the incense is declining, the flesh-and-blood bodhisattva will have resentment and harm people. "

In the years of the Imperial Observatory, she has handled many cases of flesh-and-blood bodhisattvas. Strictly speaking, this simple magic has indeed helped some people in remote areas, but it has also caused many disasters.

Later, Daqian issued a decree to classify the act of worshipping flesh-and-blood bodhisattvas as evil ways and severely punish them, so there are fewer such things.

Even now, if you go to some remote and uninhabited areas, you will see some abandoned temples. If you feel gloomy and terrifying as soon as you step in, or even feel that no matter where you go, the statue is always staring at you, then it may be a flesh-and-blood bodhisattva.

Under the stone sculpture, there is a human body.

When Zhang Jiuyang thought of that scene, even he couldn't help but feel a chill in his heart. When he was a child, he seemed to have been to a similar place, but later he got lost somehow and was found by his grandfather.

Tongji said frankly: "The method of sitting in the jar has been banned now. When I, a Zen monk, passed away, only relics were left, not the flesh."

"That's a question."

Zhang Jiuyang observed the flesh-and-blood bodhisattva left by Venerable Gesang after his death, and said: "According to you, sitting in the jar can only be practiced after death, but Venerable Gesang was clearly a living person before, why did he suddenly become a flesh-and-blood bodhisattva after death?"

Yue Ling and Tongji were also puzzled by this question and could not answer it.

"It seems that it is related to the secret technique of burial in the sky again."

Zhang Jiuyang's eyes were deep. He would never believe that Venerable Gesang, who fell from the Eight Realms, would pass away in such an unclear way.

A thick layer of fog shrouded the other party, but one thing was certain.

He was definitely not dead!

…

Western Regions, Bog Snow Peak.

This is a sacred mountain revered by the sixteen countries in the Western Regions. The snow on the top of the mountain never melts all year round. It is pure white and flawless, pure and clean.

From a distance, it seems to be connected to the sky.

In their legend, the Buddha once practiced his golden body on this snowy mountain, and suppressed the continuous wind and snow with boundless Buddha power, making this mountain so gentle and pure.

Countless pilgrims come here every year, but few people know that the holy place of Western Tantric Buddhism, Nalanda Temple, is hidden in the moonlight on the top of the mountain.

When the moon is full, a ray of moonlight suddenly ripples, like ripples of water, and then a door quietly opens.

Through the hazy moonlight, you can see that inside the door is an ancient and majestic temple, rich and gorgeous, mainly in white, red and black, full of mysterious atmosphere, and very different in style from the Central Plains.

A black shadow flew towards the door and quickly escaped into it.

…

In the depths of Nalanda Temple, in a dark secret room.

There was a crisp sound, as if some kind of porcelain was broken, and a pair of eyes slowly opened in the darkness, sighing softly.

Then, the figure stood up, slowly put on the cassock, and then lit a Buddhist lamp.

The fire lit up, dispelling the darkness, illuminating the secret room, and also illuminating the face of the man.

His face was old, his beard and eyebrows were white, and there was a smell of decay, as if it was a piece of wood that had been soaked in dead water for several months and became moldy and rotten.

If Zhang Jiuyang was here, he would be shocked.

Because this old monk looked exactly like Fusang Venerable.

Fusang Venerable turned around, there was a pile of porcelain jar fragments on the ground, that was where he had just woken up, he picked up the oil lamp and looked around.

The light illuminated the black jars, which were densely placed there, dazzling.

He counted the number of jars, then blew out the oil lamp and turned to leave the secret room.

Darkness quickly enveloped the place, and the large jars, like coffins, fell into a strange silence again.

Fusang Venerable walked all the way to the main hall, and his turbid eyes looked at the huge golden Buddha in the middle, and a gleam of brilliance flashed across his eyes.

"Who are you, and how dare you break into my Nalanda Temple?"

There was silence all around, as if he was just talking to himself.

Gesang Venerable snorted coldly, and just as he was about to make a move, the golden Buddha suddenly roared and spoke human words.

"I am from Penglai, you should know what that means."

Gesang Venerable's eyes condensed.

"Your sky burial technique is still missing the last link, is it..."

"Don't you want to make up for it?"

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