Chapter 297: Sakyamuni's Enemy
The temperature in the water tank is getting higher and higher, and it is slowly tending to boil.
A burning sensation came over him, and Li Daoxuan knew that if he continued like this, he would really become a boiled fish.
We must find a way!
Suddenly, he saw the Three Realms Gourd in the old Taoist's hand, and his eyes lit up slightly.
He kept nodding at the old Taoist priest and glanced at the Three Realms Gourd.
The old Taoist
Li Daoxuan nodded quickly.
The old Taoist priest was skeptical. He opened the gourd and the next moment, a white light rushed out and flew around the old Taoist priest excitedly.
As white as ice and snow, with flawless fairy light and filled with sacred and majestic aura, it is one of the three great treasures of Mount Longhu, the Yangping Zhidu Seal!
Before falling asleep, Zhang Qianyang pulled Li Daoxuan aside and handed him the Yangping Zhidu Gong Seal.
He was worried that his disciple might encounter danger in his dream, so he lent him the seal to protect his disciple.
The Yangping Zhidu Gong Seal has been played with by the old Taoist priest for a lifetime, and there is an inseparable connection between the two, so Li Daoxuan signaled the old Taoist priest to open the Three Realms Gourd.
As expected, as the Three Realms Gourd was opened, the Yangping Zhidu Seal rushed out impatiently and returned excitedly to the hands of its old master.
The old Taoist priest was slightly startled. He looked at the seal as if he was looking at an old friend.
"The seal...is real."
The old Taoist priest waved his hand and put away the Yangping Zhidu Seal. His eyes suddenly became very complicated. He stared at Li Daoxuan for a moment, and then stretched out his hand and pointed.
Li Daoxuan and Yan Tong jumped out of the water tank, grew new hands and feet, and regained their human form.
There was a trace of lingering fear in his eyes. Such a terrifying magical power actually left him completely powerless to resist.
Taoism also has the art of transforming or creating animals, which can turn people into animals, but those spells tend to be evil spells and have many prerequisites. How can they be performed as easily as the old Taoist priest can?
The nightmare boy was also frightened to death and hid behind Li Daoxuan, not daring to show his head.
"Tai Chong, the ninth generation disciple of Longhu Mountain, greets the Grandmaster!"
Li Daoxuan bowed and saluted.
The old Taoist priest smiled a little awkwardly and said, "Disciple, it turns out you are real."
Li Daoxuan smiled bitterly and said, "Grandmaster, could it be that someone else came before me?"
The old Taoist nodded and sighed, "Before you, I have met Qianyang, Jiuxiao, Ningyan and Dabao. They said different things, but they all said they would help me leave the dream."
Li Daoxuan immediately shook his head and said, "This is absolutely impossible. Although Master and Uncle Master are in Longhu Mountain, they cannot enter your dream. What you saw must be fake!"
The old Taoist sighed, "Yes, they are all fake, so I have drunk fish soup four times."
Jiang Taigong fishes, and those who are willing will take the bait.
Although the old Taoist priest was deeply trapped in a dream, wasn't he also fishing for Mara at the same time?
But every time he appeared, it was just the incarnation of Mara.
Li Daoxuan finally understood why his master wanted to turn him into a carp as soon as they met. It turned out that he had been deceived too many times.
"Master, I heard you mention Moruo before. Could it be that Moruo is the one who trapped you in the dream?"
The old Taoist nodded and said, "Yes, it is Mara. Do you know the origin of Mara?"
Li Daoxuan shook his head. He only knew that there was a Moro sect. Top warriors like the eight-tailed fox demon, Pan Dan, and Xudu were all members of the sect.
"It's normal that you don't know, because the story of Mara is a Buddhist allusion."
The old Taoist looked up at the cloudless sky, as if he wanted to see something.
"Legend has it that when the Buddha Shakyamuni attained enlightenment under the Bodhi tree, he was entangled with a demon. That demon was the demon king of the sixth heaven of the Desire Realm, named Mara."
"Pāsūra tried every possible means to prevent Sakyamuni from attaining enlightenment. Although he failed to trap the Buddha in the end, he made him sit in meditation under the Bodhi tree for forty-nine days before he was able to see through it."
After a pause, the old Taoist priest continued, "From then on, Poxun became the symbol of the devil in Buddhism, and in Sanskrit, the devil is Mara."
After hearing the old Taoist's words, Li Daoxuan was shocked.
Mara is actually the demon king Poxun in the sixth heaven of the Desire Realm, the enemy of Sakyamuni's enlightenment?
This identity is truly astonishing. A demon who can wrestle with the Buddha, no wonder he can trap a powerful yang god like the old Taoist priest.
"I didn't expect that Sakyamuni disappeared, but his nemesis is still there, just weaker. Otherwise, even an experienced Taoist would have fallen into the devil long ago."
The old Taoist priest sighed and said that he didn't know what the gods and Buddhas had experienced in the past and why they all disappeared, while the big devil like Mara was still there.
However, Moro seemed to have been seriously injured, so even he could not be taken down, and someone else was needed to cooperate in poisoning him.
"Master, do you know who poisoned me?"
The old Taoist's eyes flickered, as if he remembered something.
"It was a very terrible poison, smeared on the hilt of the Sanwu Zhanxie Female and Male Sword. I just touched it lightly that day, and it seeped into my skin and flesh. Then Moro invaded my sea of consciousness and dragged me into a dream."
The old Heavenly Master exclaimed: "As expected of a Buddhist demon, good tactics."
Li Daoxuan noticed that the old Taoist priest seemed to be deliberately avoiding his questions.
His master once told him that only those with the bloodline of the Heavenly Master could touch the Three-Five Evil-Slaying Male and Female Swords.
The murderer was able to apply poison on the hilt without being resisted by the sword, which shows that the man must be named Zhang.
Moreover, that person has a very high status and can enter the Demon-Slaying Hall at any time and have access to the male and female Sanwu Swords.
Li Daoxuan's eyes flashed. Only Zhang Jiuxiao and Zhenlian met this condition. However, Zhenlian was not a direct descendant. Even if the old Taoist priest died, there were still his master and Zhang Jiuxiao. It would not be his turn no matter how he calculated it.
So the answer is obvious. The person who poisoned is Zhang Jiuxiao!
It’s just that the old Taoist priest deliberately avoided the topic and seemed not to want to talk about it.
Li Daoxuan thought for a moment and said, "Grandmaster, if you don't wake up, I'm afraid your body will be completely destroyed by the poison. Let's leave here first!"
He signaled the nightmare boy to take the old Taoist priest out of the dream.
The Nightmare Boy nodded, and just as he was about to activate his magical powers, an old hand touched his head, making his whole body stiff and unable to move.
The old Taoist priest touched the boy and said, "Qing Yi's cultivation has reached this level. This is cause for celebration."
Through the Nightmare Boy, he saw the current state of the Green-Clothed Lady, and a hint of surprise appeared in his eyes.
"Grandmaster, what are you doing..."
Li Daoxuan silently took a step back, pinched the Heavenly Thunder Seal with his hand, and at the same time activated his Earth-moving magical power, ready to escape at any time.
The old Taoist priest looked up at Li Daoxuan, his eyes flickering and difficult to read.
He suddenly asked a question.
"Daoxuan, how long have I slept in reality?"
"…Eight days."
"Eight days..."
There was a trace of vicissitudes in the old Taoist's eyes. He stared at Li Daoxuan and sighed deeply.
“But here I have lived for eighty years.”
