Chapter 500: The Immortal Sword of Pure Light, Buddha's Sutra on the Descent of Maitreya
"Xu Qingxuan, you are called . You are a person of character, but you sneaked into my White Horse Temple in secret. Humph, you dare to do it but not take the responsibility?"
Li Daoxuan remained silent, his heart speechless. This monk Huichan was indeed conceited, he actually believed that he was Senior Xu.
But it’s better this way, as I can hide my identity temporarily, but it will be more troublesome for Senior Xu to bear the blame.
"The divine monk Huichan is indeed amazing, his eyes are as sharp as a torch!"
Li Daoxuan sighed softly.
Hui Chan showed a hint of pride in his eyes and said, "Xu Qingxuan, you have only been in the Yangshen realm for two or three years. Calling you a sword immortal is a compliment. Don't really think that there is no one in the world. When I was powerful in Luoyang, you had not yet graduated!"
In his eyes, Xu Qingxuan was just a junior in the early stage of Yangshen. Although he was famous, he was definitely not his opponent. The fight just now also proved this point.
"Xu Qingxuan, that sword move you made just now did have some skills. If you were given another thirty years, you might be able to fight me, but you are still too young now!"
Li Daoxuan stood on the eaves with his hands behind his back, his robe fluttering, quietly watching Huichan and the eight fire dragons circling and dancing around him, and said calmly: "Abbot Huichan is so overbearing, do you want to kill me?"
Hui Chan's eyes flashed with a sharp light, and he said, "For the sake of Master Xu Xun, I can spare your life, but the prerequisite is that you have to live in my White Horse Temple for a period of time!"
He was still a little afraid of Xu Qingxuan, because it was said that the other party had the magic sword for slaying dragons left by Master Xu Xun. Just now, Xu Qingxuan killed a fire dragon with just a branch. If he held the magic sword, its power would surely be even stronger!
As long as Xu Qingxuan is willing to stay in the White Horse Temple and not leak the news, after the Buddha is born, he believes that with the Buddha's magical powers, he can easily make Xu Qingxuan "enlightened", and from then on he will abandon Taoism and turn to Buddhism, and abandon darkness and turn to light.
If the Taoist swordsman converts to Buddhism and the news spreads, it will surely enhance the influence of Buddhism!
Li Daoxuan didn't understand what he was thinking, but he also knew that he must not stay in the White Horse Temple. A gentleman does not stand under a dangerous wall. Although he was confident in his own strength, who knew if the other party had any tricks up his sleeve?
As a thousand-year-old temple, White Horse Temple has stood firm through many dynasties from the Eastern Han Dynasty to the present day and has an amazing heritage.
"Haha, thank you for the invitation, Abbot Huichan, but I am used to being free and unrestrained, and I really don't want to be bound by any rules, so I'll take my leave first!"
Li Daoxuan was ready to leave, because he couldn't beat the old monk unless he showed his true strength. If he showed his true strength, his identity would be exposed. He had one thing to do now, and after finishing that thing, he would fight the old monk openly!
"Hmph, Xu Qingxuan, don't think that you can do whatever you want just because you have some skills. My White Horse Temple is not a place where you can come and go as you please!"
After Huichan finished speaking, he formed the Dragon Subduing Seal with his hand, his eyes wide open, like an angry Vajra, an Arhat subduing a demon, and eight fire dragons roared and rushed towards Li Daoxuan.
Li Daoxuan shook his head and sighed: "If I want to leave, I'm afraid you at the White Horse Temple can't stop me."
After saying this, the void was disturbed again. Under the fox mask, his eyes became exceptionally deep, as if there were stars moving around, and he could see through the vicissitudes of life.
The great magical power of Tiangang - moving stars and changing constellations!
Before being surrounded by eight fire dragons, Li Daoxuan's figure had completely disappeared. The night wind was howling around him, and the place was empty, as if no Taoist had ever appeared.
There was a hint of doubt in the spiritual eyes of the fire dragon. The enemy was clearly right in front of them just now, so why did it disappear all of a sudden?
They have spiritual eyes that can lock onto enemies within a range of hundreds of miles, but they have lost the aura of the Taoist just now.
Hui Chan stood above Luoyang with his feet on a fire dragon, his eyes emitting golden light. He observed the entire Luoyang city with the Buddhist divine eye, not missing any corner, but was surprised to find that there was no trace of Xu Qingxuan.
The other party seemed to have disappeared out of thin air.
A moment later, Huichan landed in the White Horse Temple, his face as gloomy as water. He stretched out his hand, and the eight fire dragons immediately turned into Buddhist beads hanging on his wrists, emitting a lustrous luster in the dark night.
"Amitabha, Senior Brother is indeed powerful. Xu Qingxuan is known as the Taoist Sword Immortal, but he was no match for Senior Brother and could only flee in panic."
Hui Tong walked over and said that as the person with the highest cultivation level in the White Horse Temple besides Hui Chan, he could naturally know what was going on here, and he arrived there a quarter of an hour ago.
It was just a fight between Yang Gods, so earth-shattering that he, a Yin God in the late stage, had no right to intervene at all.
"Humph, they say that sword cultivators would rather break than bend, so why do the descendants of Xu Xun only know how to run away?"
Hui Chan said with a gloomy face: "This is bad, Xu Qingxuan will definitely tell the Taoists about the Buddha Mother. Maybe soon, someone from the Taoist sect will come to the White Horse Temple!"
Hui Tong also showed an anxious look and asked, "Brother, what should we do?"
"Don't panic."
Huichan turned the Buddhist beads in his hand and said, "As long as the Buddha comes to the world, everything will be fine. What we need to do is to hold on for another 21 days for the Buddha!"
“Twenty-one days later, Maitreya Buddha will be born. By then, not to mention Taoism, even the Li Tang royal family will have to bow down and respect Buddhism as the state religion!”
He is full of confidence, which is a fanatical and firm belief of a Buddhist.
Hui Tong nodded and said, "Brother, let's take out the relics of Kumarajiva. With the heritage of the White Horse Temple and your strength, you will be able to hold out until the Buddha comes!"
Huichan agreed and said, "Let's do this. In addition, the Buddha Mother will be moved to your meditation room first, and more people will be assigned to guard it."
Hui Tong asked in confusion: "Brother, why don't you move the Buddha Mother to your place? If Xu Qingxuan comes back again, I won't be able to stop him with my strength."
Huichan stretched out his hand, and a dull Buddhist bead on the ground flew into his hand. There were fine sword marks on it, and if you look closely, you will find that those sword marks are still slowly spreading.
If you put your ear close to it, you can hear a faint cry coming from this Buddhist bead.
"Junior brother, this Nine Dragon Buddha Fire Bead is a spiritual treasure given to me by my master before he died. I must not lose it. I need to temporarily retreat in the next few days to use my magic power to nourish the Buddha Bead and dispel the sword intent, so as to increase my strength."
"As for Xu Qingxuan, you don't have to worry!"
Hui Chan's eyes showed pride, and he said with certainty: "After tonight's fight, Xu Qingxuan knows very well that he is no match for me, so he will go to ask for help and will not dare to come to the White Horse Temple again in the short term!"
Hui Tong bowed and said, "Amitabha, Senior Brother has extraordinary powers. I'm sure Xu Qingxuan won't dare to come again!"
…
On a deserted cliff.
Xu Qingxuan, who was sitting cross-legged in meditation, suddenly sneezed. He frowned and said, "Strange, even if the mountain wind here is fierce, it won't freeze me. Why did I suddenly sneeze?"
Yan Chixia at the side said worriedly: "Master, we have been chasing the Black Mountain Old Demon these days, from Chang'an to the South China Sea, and have fought with him nine times. You have hardly had a rest. Could it be that your body is—"
"fart!"
Xu Qingxuan waved his hand and said, "My master is also in the Yang God Realm after all, how can it be so easy for him to die? This time the Black Mountain Old Demon has left the Wrongful Death City, it is a good opportunity to kill him, and be able to eliminate evil for the people and clean up the world. Why should people in my Taoist sect cherish their lives?"
Yan Chixia looked at his master's snow-white hair and tired eyes, feeling moved and impressed, and couldn't help but have tears in his eyes.
"Silly boy, remember one thing, we must eradicate all evil. When we are about to collapse, the enemy must also be having a hard time. Sometimes, if we hold on a little longer, we may be able to save many innocent lives!"
Yan Chixia clasped his fists and said, "I am grateful for your advice, but Master, the Black Mountain Old Demon is very advanced and good at hiding. Why don't you contact Zhang Tianshi of Longhu Mountain, or the Tang Dynasty's Imperial Master? I heard that Zhang Qianyang is your close friend, and Imperial Master Li also has a close relationship . Perhaps-"
"Chixia!"
Xu Qingxuan stood up suddenly. His Taoist robe, which had become a little white due to frequent washing, fluttered in the mountain breeze. He stood straight with his white hair fluttering under his bamboo hat, like a cedar standing on a solitary mountain.
"Zhang Qianyang finally had a child, Ningyan needs his company, I can't put my friend in danger, Li Daoxuan is the national teacher, there are too many important things for him to deal with, it's not easy, I can't bear to see him suffer from running around."
After a pause, he said word by word: "The founder Xu Xun also encountered countless difficulties and obstacles, but he never asked others for help. Remember, our Jingming lineage has nothing but hard bones. Only with hard bones can the sword in our hands be hard!"
Yan Chixia looked at his master's thin but firm body, and was moved. He bowed and said, "I am grateful for your teachings, disciple!"
Xu Qingxuan nodded, then patted his shoulder and said with a smile: "Okay, Master's injuries have mostly healed, let's continue tracking."
He pulled out a bronze mirror from his bosom, looked at a red-black spot on it, and exclaimed: "This Zhoutian Xingdou formation is really magical. Even the Black Mountain Old Demon can't avoid it with his cultivation. Thanks to Li the kid for sending the bad guy to give us the mirror, otherwise we might have lost it."
"Let's go, follow me and fight that monster again!"
Xu Qingxuan let out a long roar, flew on his sword, broke through the clouds and sky, chased the light and lightning, and after drinking the strong wine, it turned into a three-foot sword energy that cut through the sky.
"Master, wait for me!"
Yan Chixia hurriedly followed the handsome and heroic figure, his blood boiling in his heart, without any hesitation or confusion, like a sword that had its sharp edge revealed after the dust was wiped off.
…
Shangyang City, Fulin Inn, the best room in the hotel.
The candlelight is bright and does not go out late into the night, as if waiting for someone to return.
Changle held his chin in his hand, reading a Taoist scripture under the candlelight, but he had not turned the page for a long time. From time to time, he looked up to the window, with a hint of resentment in his big, bright black eyes.
"Master, what a fool! He refused to take me with him on such a fun trip to the White Horse Temple at night..."
She had only seen this kind of thing in vernacular novels, and she never expected it to actually happen in real life. It was a pity that her master was unwilling to take her with him.
"Your Highness, my elder brother is also worried about your safety. After all, the abbot Huichan of the White Horse Temple is a late Yangshen cultivator, which is extremely rare in the world."
Xuanzang comforted him. He did not go to bed either, but stayed in Li Daoxuan's room with Xiaotang and Xiaotian, waiting for him to come back.
Changle snorted, as if she was not satisfied with Xuanzang's praise of Huichan, and said in a delicate voice: "No matter how powerful Huichan is, he is nothing compared to my master. My master is the best in the world, the most powerful!"
After that, she took Xiaotang's hand and said coquettishly, "Sister Yan'er, do you think Xuanzang is right or Changle is right?"
She had already recognized Xiaotang and discovered that she was her sister Yan'er, who had accompanied her in the palace for a long time. The two of them were inseparable and as close as real sisters.
Xiaotang looked at Xuanzang helplessly, then touched Changle's head and said, "Yes, yes, you are right. The Imperial Master is the best in the world and no one can defeat him."
Changle suddenly smiled brightly, as if he had won a battle.
After a pause, her big black eyes rolled around, as if she had some idea, and she smiled at Xiaotang and said, "Sister Yan'er, when are you and Xuanzang going to get married?"
As soon as these words came out, Xiaotang's fair face suddenly turned red. She pursed her lips, glanced at Xuanzang, and said, "You... don't talk nonsense. I... I am a ghost... How can I get married?"
Changle held Xiaotang in one hand and Xuanzang in the other, put their hands together, and nodded like a little adult, "Sister Yan'er, you two are really a perfect match. What's wrong with being a ghost? Master said that he has a way to turn you into a human and make your marriage with Xuanzang come true!"
Xuanzang was also a little panicked. He held Xiaotang's hand, and his clear and pure Zen heart trembled slightly.
He was very conflicted inside. On the one hand, there were the Buddhist precepts, and on the other hand, there was the boy's youthful admiration. He did have a special liking for Xiaotang.
"The... the Imperial Master really... said so?"
Xiaotang's eyes showed surprise and she looked at , but she didn't notice Xuanzang's conflicted look.
"Yes, that's what the master said."
Changle smiled and said, "Sister Yan'er , you and Xuanzang can sleep in this room tonight. I will stay outside and wait for Master to come back. Then he can sleep in my room."
Before Xiaotang and Xuanzang could say anything, Changle jumped off the chair and ran out. As soon as he opened the door, he bumped into someone.
“Oops~”
She screamed and almost fell down, but fortunately she was picked up by a warm big hand.
"You are so clever, you want to sneak out to find me."
A gentle voice sounded, and then a man wearing a green Taoist robe, a gourd hanging from his waist, and a fox mask walked into the room. He slowly took off the mask on his face, revealing a handsome face.
It was Li Daoxuan who had just returned from the White Horse Temple.
After entering the Yangshen realm, his magical power of moving stars and changing constellations also shined in his hands. He could travel between Luoyang and Shangyang City in a single thought, making the ends of the earth seem so close and the steps between them seem like neighbors.
“Master!!!”
Changle got into Li Daoxuan's arms and said coquettishly: "Master, I just want to see you earlier~"
Li Daoxuan tapped her lightly, then put her down, shook his head and said with a smile: "If you dare to act on your own again, I will beat your butt with a bamboo stick."
Little Changle covered his butt and looked pitiful.
"Okay, don't you want to go to the White Horse Temple? Let's go there together tomorrow."
As he said this, a trace of solemnity appeared on Li Daoxuan's face.
Xuanzang asked: "Brother, what did you find when you went to the White Horse Temple this time?"
Li Daoxuan nodded and said, "Xuanzang, let me ask you a question first. After a thousand years, someone will break the precepts and then the precepts will be established again. Where did this saying come from that Maitreya Tathagata will live for 84,000 years?"
This sentence is the scripture on the body of the pregnant woman. According to Li Daoxuan's observation, those scriptures did not seem to be written by anyone, but were naturally generated.
In other words, those scriptures may be related to the ghost fetus.
Although Xuanzang was young, he was well-read. He immediately replied, "Brother, this sentence comes from the Sutra of the Descent of Maitreya, one of the three sutras of Maitreya, translated by Zhu Fahu in the Western Jin Dynasty."
"It tells the story of Maitreya Buddha being born from Tushita Heaven during the time of the future Chakravartin, with Sudhana as his father and Bhamo as his mother. After attaining enlightenment, he taught 84,000 people including Shancai, his parents, and together with the present-day Sakyamuni Buddha, he preached the Three Vehicles to sentient beings."
Li Daoxuan felt overwhelmed. He didn't know much about Buddhist scriptures, but the name of "The Sutra of Maitreya's Descent to the World" made him stare.
"Xuanzang, let's go to the White Horse Temple together tomorrow. I need you to help me look after someone."
"Brother, who is it?"
"The Zhou family's maid, or in Huichan's words, is... the Buddha Mother."
