Chapter 241: Buddha’s Son? Buddha’s Father!
Fresh, juicy, and vibrant willow branches swept through the air, and a few drops of crystal clear dew dripped from the green and slender willow leaves, and finally sank into a broken body full of holes.
A few tiny drops of nectar, at this moment, burst out with vigorous vitality that filled the whole area. The broken body, which even the miracle doctor shook his head at, began to revive at this moment. The shattered flesh and blood, the internal organs that turned into a mass, and there was almost no intact bone to be found, were all being reorganized, healed, and regenerated.
“Master…”
Yinghai, who was seriously injured and on the verge of death and whose soul was repeatedly ravaged, regained consciousness and opened his eyes in a daze. An old monk with white eyebrows and a wrinkled face came into his sight. The white eyebrows that were almost hanging down on his shoulders gave the monk, whose body and mind had collapsed, more strength. His almost shattered Zen mind and collapsed will showed signs of healing again.
"Yinghai, how do you feel?"
The old and powerful voice of the white-browed old monk rang out, and his eyes, as clear and bright as a deep old well, quietly stared at the disheveled figure of his disciple.
"Master, disciple..."
The body full of wounds has recovered as before under the effect of the nectar, but Yinghai can still feel waves of pain as if being cut by a knife or an axe coming from all over his body. It is the pain from the soul.
However, apart from the pain of his soul injury, Yinghai could also feel a cool and warm feeling coming from all over his body. He knew that it was the life-saving item that his master had asked for from a Medicine King Guanyin, but now it was being used on him.
“Shame on you!”
The burly monk staggered to his feet. He looked at the old monk who had picked him up from the wilderness and raised him, and an indescribable feeling of grievance and pain suddenly broke out.
Boom!
The monk, who was nearly nine feet tall, knelt heavily on the ground like pushing down a golden mountain or overturning a jade pillar, his body trembling slightly. The emotions that had been suppressed until now since he lost the fight for the Buddha's disciple were completely released at this moment.
"Amitabha!"
Seeing the disciple he had raised showing such a delicate and fragile posture, the old monk with white eyebrows chanted a Buddhist name in a low voice. He did not scold Yinghai like he did when he was a child. His eyes, as deep as an ancient well, rippled as he looked at his disciple.
"Fool, ah!"
With a sigh, no more words were spoken. Although they had only met briefly, when he saw that familiar face and looked at the injuries on his body, the white-browed monk could roughly guess what his disciple had been through.
Before leaving, the Seven Treasures Golden Pagoda he had given him was gone, and his soul was so badly damaged that it was obvious that the other party was searching for some important inheritance.
"Tell me about your trip to Nanhua Continent and what you experienced."
After a long while, the old monk with white eyebrows slowly opened his mouth. He wanted to know what had happened to cause his disciple to suffer so much.
"yes."
Yinghai, with his forehead pressed against the ground, slowly stood up and returned to the familiar environment. Seeing his most kind master, his body and mind relaxed involuntarily. He then recounted his experience of traveling around Nanhua Continent in detail.
The old monk with white eyebrows had a calm expression as he listened patiently to Yinghai's travels. Even when they were trivial matters, he did not show any impatience on his face. Instead, he listened quietly to Yinghai telling his own insights.
But when the old monk heard that his disciple had met a young man who looked 70% like the Buddha, his long snow-white eyebrows could not help but tremble. However, even so, he did not interrupt.
When Yinghai said that he had obtained the inheritance of the Six Paths of Reincarnation, and relied on it to spy on the young man again and tried to lead him back to the right path he believed in, even the old monk found it difficult to maintain his calm expression and could not help but bow his head and chant the Buddha's name.
"Amitabha!"
"…When I tried to lead his soul into the six realms of reincarnation and cleanse it of all worldly desires through a hundred reincarnations, I discovered that my true spirit could not shake his soul in the slightest. I then realized that this young man was the reincarnation of the legendary Immortal King…"
Yinghai was like a child at this moment, pouring out his grievances to an elder he trusted, telling him all the hardships he had endured. Even now, he didn't think he had done anything wrong.
Even though Feng Qing'an has been recognized as the reincarnation of the immortal king rumored in the Great Jin Dynasty, what does it matter if it's reincarnation?
There are countless precedents of great people reincarnating but being unable to return to their original positions because their true spirits were obscured due to wrong choices and lack of correct guidance.
“…”
The old monk with white eyebrows took out a string of Buddhist beads and turned them silently in his hands without saying a word.
The old monk never expected that all the sufferings endured by his disciple were actually caused by him. The other party had already let him go, but he ran back without knowing what was good for him and wanted to help the other party correct his mistake with his own understanding. As a result, he was tortured so miserably.
From this perspective, it was right for him not to take action just now. He clearly deserved it. If he hadn't raised him, he would have wanted to slap his own disciple a few times. He had nothing better to do than to care about such trivial matters.
You don't even consider your own weight. You don't allow your opinions to be irresponsible about the choice made by the reincarnated immortal? You still want to help him correct his mistakes and return to the right path?
From the old monk's point of view, the beatings his disciple received were not unfair at all. He was not beaten to death on the spot, but only tormented his soul, which was still a light punishment. At least it could be cured by his master.
“Master!”
Yinghai raised his head in confusion and looked at his master. He didn't understand why this elder who had raised him was silent at this moment.
"Venerable Ci'en, the Buddha invites you to come over..."
Just as the master and disciple were sitting in silence, a young novice monk walked in and bowed respectfully to the white-browed monk. Then he suddenly noticed a burly monk standing next to him who seemed to have a strange expression, and his eyes suddenly widened.
"Senior Brother Yinghai, you actually came back!"
"You knew I would come back?"
Yinghai immediately realized something was wrong. He was traveling far and wide at the time, and everyone in Tianlong Temple knew about it. And now he had just been rescued from Nanhua Continent by his master, so how come this little monk seemed to have predicted it?
"It wasn't me, it was the Buddha. The Buddha asked me to come and ask Venerable Ci'en and Senior Brother Yinghai to come together. When I came, I was worried about how to find you. I didn't expect that you had already returned."
When the young monk heard what Yinghai said, he waved his hands repeatedly, with a look of joy on his face. He now only needed to lead the person over and he would be done with his mission. He did not need to worry about being criticized by the Buddhist, although the Buddhist had never criticized anyone.
"Brother Fayuan knows that I'm back?"
Yinghai just felt it was incredible. This was the place where his master practiced Buddhism. Even if he had crossed tens of thousands of miles of sea to make a move, it would not be like this. Even the Buddhist disciple could sense it.
"What are you making a fuss about? A Buddhist disciple has already cultivated the six supernatural powers. It is not surprising that he knew that I took action and brought you back to the temple."
The old monk with white eyebrows glanced at his disciple, his tone was calm, as if it was a common occurrence.
"Fate-seeking!"
Yinghai understood instantly, and then an incredible emotion surged in his heart, and his expression became extremely complicated.
The ability to know past lives and past deeds is one of the six supernatural powers. It enables one to know one’s own destiny and the deeds of all living beings in the universe for hundreds and thousands of lifetimes.
Of course, even the Buddha may not be able to reach this level, but if one cultivates this supernatural power, one can indeed know things about the past and the future. How much one can know depends on the practitioner's own understanding and cultivation.
"It's not just the ability to see past lives, but all of the six supernatural powers of Buddhism have been mastered by Buddhist disciples. As for what level they have reached, I don't even know."
Seeing that Yinghai seemed to have some misunderstanding, the old monk with white eyebrows immediately corrected him.
"All six powers have been cultivated?!"
Yinghai's face suddenly showed surprise and disbelief.
The six supernatural powers of Buddhism: divine sight, divine hearing, divine mind reading, divine movement, divine destiny reading, and divine elimination of all defilements.
This is the lifelong pursuit of countless Buddhist disciples. Even if they can achieve one of them, they will be proud of themselves and sit high on the Dharma altar. He has never heard of any Buddhist who can cultivate all six supernatural powers before attaining enlightenment, even if they have just stepped over the threshold and can display them.
Even he had only pondered over the clairvoyance and clairaudience, and had vaguely touched the threshold. As for more supernatural powers, he had never even thought about them.
"The Buddha has summoned me. Do not delay. Follow me to see him."
The old monk with white eyebrows did not give his disciple time to react and left the Buddhist temple first. Yinghai, with mixed feelings, followed closely behind his master to meet his senior brother Fayuan, whom he had not seen for a long time.
He had never expected that, in just less than ten years since they last met, his senior brother who had defeated him in the past and attained the status of a Buddhist disciple had achieved such extraordinary accomplishments. He noticed the words his master used to address him.
"yes."
Yinghai suppressed all distracting thoughts in his mind and followed his master closely. The moment he stepped out of the Buddhist temple, a five-colored auspicious light and a thousand layers of auspiciousness appeared before his eyes, and a magnificent Buddhist temple appeared before his eyes.
Peaks are arranged in a clever way, rocks are staggered, under the cliffs there are rare grasses and flowers, beside the winding paths there are purple mushrooms and fragrant orchids, and fairy monkeys pick fruits in the peach forest. It is like fire burning gold, white cranes perch on pine branches, like smoke holding jade, colorful phoenixes in pairs, blue phoenixes in pairs,
I saw yellow golden tiles with mandarin ducks on them, bright flowered bricks paved with agate, palaces and pavilions all around, and endless treasure pavilions and towers to the north and south. The Heavenly King Hall was emitting rosy clouds, and purple flames were emitting from the Dharma Protector Hall. The pagoda appeared and the Udumbara flowers were fragrant.
It is a place so beautiful that it seems like heaven is different from earth; the days seem long as the clouds are idle; this place is undisturbed by worldly affairs and will never be harmed by disasters.
The master and disciple . When they reached the top of a sacred mountain, they saw Buddhist nuns sitting under the green pines and good people standing among the green cypresses.
"Please go this way, sir!"
The old monk with white eyebrows looked calm and composed, without looking around, as he walked towards the majestic palace on the top of the mountain. However, Yinghai, who was following closely behind him, could not help but frowning.
He had already seen the Vajra Protector and the Kalachakra Messenger sitting in the palace. Such majesty was not what a Buddhist should have. Even if the Buddha came to the world, it would be no more than this.
After stepping into the hall, he saw a Buddhist wearing moon-white monk robes sitting on the high platform of the hall. At this moment, Yinghai's strong feeling of discomfort reached its peak.
It was because the face of this Buddhist child was 70% similar to the young man who had seriously injured and killed him. If they were said to be from the same family and were blood brothers, he would believe it.
But as far as he knew, although the contemporary Buddhist disciple of the temple was born in an ordinary world, he was the only son in the family and had no brothers or sisters. If he said that it was just a simple coincidence, Yinghai, who was attacked by the magical power of the Six Paths of Reincarnation, would never believe it.
How could there be such a coincidence in this world? The young man from Nanhua Continent had such a high spiritual status that even if he was the reincarnation of a celestial dragon, he could not shake it, and instead suffered the consequences.
"Greetings, Master Buddha. I wonder what you want me to do?"
What made Yinghai feel the most incredible was that his Zen mind, which had just begun to heal, almost made him collapse on the spot. Something happened that happened: his most respected master actually bowed to the Buddhist disciple on the high platform, as if he was ready to be ordered around.
What happened in the past few years when he was defeated in the fight for Buddhist disciples and left in anger? When did the Buddhist disciples of Tianlong Temple have such a lofty status? How come he didn't know?
"I heard that Junior Brother Yinghai has returned from his travels, so I summoned you. Junior Brother, do you have any experiences or observations to share with the monks while traveling in Nanhua Continent?"
Sitting on the high platform, the young monk still had a bit of childishness on his face, but there were Vajra Garans standing on each side of him, and there were more than a hundred and eighty novice monks serving in the hall. With such a majestic presence, even the Venerable would bow his head at this moment.
Such a scene was naturally absurd in the eyes of the returning Yinghai, because it also included the master who raised him. This made him wonder whether he had not yet awakened from the magic due to the backlash of the Six Paths of Reincarnation.
"I am ashamed to say that I have been traveling in Nanhua Continent and ended up in a very miserable state. If it were not for Master's rescue, I would have almost lost my life. I have nothing to share."
Yinghai lowered his head and responded indifferently, "In front of so many monks, telling about his experience in Nanhua Luzhou? Are you kidding?"
He could talk to his master, but there was no way he could tell him about his life-and-death experiences here.
"Amitabha, Junior Brother, your obsession is too strong!"
The young monk sitting high on the throne on the Mingtai looked down at the Yinghai Sea, his face seemed to be smiling but not smiling, his appearance was solemn, and there was a sense of Zen flowing in his every move.
"I heard that Brother Fozi has mastered the ability to see past lives. Seeing him today, I found that he is indeed extraordinary. It seems that Brother Fozi knows everything I did in Nanhua Continent."
Ever since he lost the battle for the position of Buddha's disciple, Ying Hai had actually been convinced by this senior brother. But today, seeing Venerable Ci'en, whom he regarded as his own father, being so submissive, he could not help but feel a little resentful.
"Yinghai, don't be so presumptuous!"
As Yinghai finished speaking, Venerable Ci'en, who was standing half a body length in front of him, turned around and rebuked him harshly.
"Master."
A trace of surprise emerged in Yinghai's eyes, and then he lowered his head. The novice monks on both sides looked at him sideways. The Vajra Protector had an indifferent expression, and the messenger Jialan had a look of pity.
"Venerable, this matter is not a problem, but I see that Junior Brother Yinghai has lost his Zen mind, his three souls are lost, and his seven souls are broken. He can hardly hold on. I have something to say, do you want to hear it?"
