Red Cloud: Establishing Mahayana Buddhism as a Holy Spirit

Chapter 101 Wen Zhong (for subscription)

With eyes wide open, he stared straight at the black roof made of thatch and mud. His body was covered with an old yellow quilt, and his true colors could no longer be seen. There was still a faint musty smell around the tip of his nose.

Hongyun, no!

His voice was hoarse, and the feeling of being in charge of the world disappeared, which made him feel like a mortal body that he had almost forgotten.

The earthen walls made of yellow mud on all sides of the house have cracked a few inconspicuous holes due to a long time. From these cracks, footsteps could be faintly heard.

crunch.

The dilapidated and blackened wooden door opened, and a plainly dressed figure came in. Looking at the figure lying on the bed, he said in a low voice, "Uncle Yun, are you awake?"

The hoarse voice wanted to say something, but the pain in his throat made him unable to make any sound. The figure who came in stepped forward to help him up, and brought an old clay bowl to the corner of his mouth.

Just after the water in the bowl invaded under his chapped lips, there was a faint smell of mud. At this moment, he couldn't help frowning, and the person watching him shook his head and said, "Uncle Yun, can you survive the fall from the cliff? It’s all good luck.”

"Wen Zhong! You saved me?"

The hoarse voice reverberated in the room. It was obviously a youthful voice, but it was full of black and white white hair, and his face was even more mature, at least 50 or [-] years old. There was a gray ribbon on his forehead.

Wen Zhong, who was clearly under the age of double ten, but looked very mature, nodded indifferently, and slowly raised his hands to lift him against the wall made of mud.

"It is rumored that there are traces of immortals in the East China Sea. When you are well, I will go to seek immortals and ask."

"Why?" The figure on the bed looked at each other hoarsely.

But Wen Zhong shook his head and sighed, "Uncle Yun."

After hearing this, Hong Yun, who was called Uncle Yun, shook his head secretly. What is this called? Because he saw Qingyun when he was born, he named him Qingyun.

And the name Wen Zhong was given by his father's two cornbreads made of coarse grains, and he asked the old Zhang in the village to give it to him. This old Zhang went to big cities when he was young and worked as a servant for the rich for several years. He was the only one in the village. A scholar who can read a few words.

"Uncle Yun, I'm going to seek immortality and ask, so that there will be no more monsters harming people."

Looking at Wen Zhong, who looked about 50 or [-] years old, he called him uncle, Qingyun's black eyes were calm, and he even shook his head and smiled.

"I know, Uncle Yun, that you have been searching for immortals for seven years. Can you tell me about the outside world?"

Looking at the longing for knowledge in his eyes, Hong Yun slowly raised his trembling and weak palm, and the gray lace between his forehead fell off, revealing a terrifying vertical eye.

The old-fashioned Wen Zhong had a vertical eye between his eyebrows. Wen Zhong was not angry with Qing Yun's actions, but instead smiled self-deprecatingly, "I'm afraid I won't live for many years. If I don't go out, I won't have a chance."

Born with three eyes, although many shocking visions were born in the human race during this period, Wen Zhong's was different. It seemed that the third eye was taking his life all the time.

Not only did Wen Zhong, who was not yet in his double tenth year, look very much like someone in his forties or fifties, but he himself could clearly feel the changes in his body, not just his appearance.

"Yes, but why am I still alive?"

Qingyun raised his head and laughed slowly, only to see a red light appearing in the depths of his black eyes. Seeing this scene, Wen Zhong didn't take offense, but shook his head and smiled: "So we are all monsters."

"Monster? Hehe, ridiculous."

Wen Zhong slowly picked up the long gray belt on the yellow quilt and tied it on his forehead again, covering the frightening vertical eye without any emotion, and the red light in the other's eyes also disappeared. The people looked at each other but smiled.

The two of them can be regarded as the only two people born with vision in this village, and of course they are also the only people in the village today.

"Help me out and have a look."

"it is good."

With a simple answer, Wen Zhong, who looked 50 to [-] years old, supported the young but injured patient who could be his uncle.

Pushing open the door, under the glare of the bright sunlight, he couldn't help but raise his palm to cover the glare. At this moment, Qingyun looked at his palm even more blankly.

The sun is dazzling?With his frail body, he walked out of the dilapidated house panting heavily in just a few steps.

The whole place was in a mess, with blackened and collapsed houses everywhere. There was no human habitation in the quiet and lonely village, and not even a single poultry was seen.

Gazing at the messy village, although Wen Zhong's face was calm, hatred still flashed in his eyes.

"It was the evil cultivator of the human race who fought the monsters. You escaped by falling from the cliff, and I happened to be fishing in the pool under the cliff. Only eight people survived in the whole village."

"The three members of Zhang Si's family, as well as Xiaoliu, Xiaoan, and Gouwa, all escaped. After you recover from your injuries, we should go too."

Wen Zhong plainly talked about things that almost always happened in the human race, and Qing Yun gradually fell into the memory.

He succeeded!It's similar to transforming into three cleanses with one breath, or living out a second life's avatar.

After comprehending this heaven-defying supernatural power of Taiqing Lao Tzu, he used it as a reference to create his supernatural power. The three corpses were completely merged into one and then cut out again. He named this supernatural power the incarnation outside the body.

Walking through the six realms of reincarnation has almost no causal connection with everything on the body. In the endless reincarnation, it is only waiting for the memory to recover and step into the path of cultivating immortals again.

One body but different, similar to the three corpses, and on the basis of the three corpses, comprehend the supernatural power of transforming the three cleans into one qi, directly merge the three corpses into one, and melt the external incarnation that the three corpses cut out again.

It is completely another self, but they are not related to each other, and they can completely walk out of a different road.

but!At this time, he was leaning against the yellow muddy wall, his chest was heaving and heaving in just a few steps, he was panting heavily, and a burst of cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

weak!The weakness of a mortal body.

He still can't get in touch with the main body!Not to mention any traces related to the main body!
Moreover, at the thought of this, a smile slowly appeared on the corner of his mouth, but it was a wry smile in Wen Zhong's eyes.

That is to say, he can't practice all the abilities of the main body, and he can't get involved with the main body in the slightest before he fully grows up.

He can't use all the exercises, supernatural powers, alchemy, and weapon refining that he knows.

As long as he uses it a little bit, under the causal relationship, the incarnation outside the body will have a causal effect with the main body, and thus be counted by him and the saint.

"Uncle Qingyun, I heard that you were seven years away, can you teach me?"

Wen Zhong, who was a little hesitant, finally said what was in his heart, and Qing Yun, who was leaning against the mud wall, smiled weakly, "Wen Zhong, is it because of this that you saved me?"

One sentence directly asked about human nature, he was so seriously injured, Wen Zhong stayed alone to take care of him, if it wasn't for other reasons, I am afraid that the situation behind the words would not have happened.

Facing the naked question of human nature, Wen Zhong nodded without hesitation, "Yes, the rest of the village asked me to leave you and escape with them."

Qing Yun smiled at Wen Zhong's undisguised answer, "It's because my appearance hasn't aged for more than forty years, right?"

Looking at Wen Zhong's nod again, Qing Yun narrowed his eyes, now he has adapted to the glare of the sun, and at the same time, his warm body gave him a little bit of strength.

"Pack up your things and prepare more dry food. In five or six days, my body will be almost ready. You protect me and go to the south."

south?Wen Zhong muttered to himself, then nodded and said: "I heard that there are many traces of the immortals in the East China Sea?"

Faced with Wen Zhong's question, Qingyun smiled, but secretly muttered in his heart, he couldn't let Wen Zhong go, not to mention anything else, now he himself needed Wen Zhong's protection.

Once it falls again, I really don't know how long it will take to recover again, and the more times of reincarnation, the smaller the chance of recovery, until it finally disappears in a thousand times of reincarnation and cannot be recovered again.

Feeling the weakness in the body, and although Wen Zhong is old due to the consumption of vitality, he has to say that the other party's body is much stronger than him.

"Donghai? Huh! Instead of chasing after the immortals who don't need anything, why don't you follow me to find the traces of the immortals directly."

Qing Yun's words directly made Wen Zhong suspicious, as if he said that if you want to know the traces of the immortals, why did you come back after seven years of walking, facing the suspicious eyes, the corners of his mouth slowly evoked a firm smile.

Seeing the doubt in Wen Zhong's eyes, Qingyun sighed in his heart, when did he actually need to plot against a mortal, but it's okay, right now his body doesn't have any luck, let alone any trace of cultivation.

Only by relying on Wen Zhongtian, a person with great luck, can protect himself well. After all, when he realized this supernatural power, he did a lot of back-up work.

"Wen Zhong, kneel down."

The sudden change made Wen Zhong frowned, and ignored it directly. Qingyun's expressionless face was filled with a certain kind of confidence, but he was secretly crying in his heart. Be good, I must fool this person first, if he expected it right. , this Wen Zhong is Wen Zhong in Fengshen.

This young man, Wen Zhong, was born with great luck, and he had to protect himself with the other party's luck, so that he could step into the immortal way with a mortal body one by one.

Even though he was a little anxious in his heart, he still put on a calm and confident look on his face. Qingyun smiled lightly, "Ten years ago, I searched for immortals for seven years, and suddenly returned to the village. I have not aged for so many years. I was lucky enough to meet Immortal traces were sent back directly by a gust of immortal wind."

"When I returned to the village, there was only one sentence echoing in my ears."

Regarding Qingyun's nonsense, the young Wen Zhongyi frowned obviously a little emotionally, "What are you talking about?"

"The opportunity has not yet come."

A word that made Wen Zhong stunned, Qingyun's indifferent face was also anxious, but Wen Zhong couldn't be allowed to run away, otherwise how would he go all this way.

"The moment I fell from the cliff and fell into the pool, I realized it, and the words of the immortal "the opportunity has come" lingered in my ears. Wen Zhong, would you like to pursue this fairy way with me?"

Wen Zhong was stunned by some ignorant words, looking at the people in the same village in front of him, he also secretly wondered, could it be that the other party was afraid of dying alone, so he fooled him to go with him?Could Xianlu be a cover?

Seeing Wen Zhong's increasingly suspicious expression, Qing Yun suddenly thought to himself, Oops!This guy took me for a liar, what should I do.

After racking his brains, Qingyun finally thought of something, and smiled confidently, "You save my life, and you and I will end up with each other. If you don't want to, you can go to the East China Sea yourself, but what I tell you is that the East China Sea is far away from here. It's more than ten thousand miles away, I'm afraid that you will die before you get there."

Looking at Qing Yun who is so confident, although he is from the same village, it is obvious that this person is a weird person who rarely communicates with others. Wen Zhong secretly frowned and pondered, and finally raised his head and said in a deep voice: "Okay, I will go to the south with you Xunxian, if I find out that you lied to me, I will beat you to death."

One sentence made Qingyun stunned, kill him?A mortal uttered wild words and wanted to beat him to death?
If he couldn't beat you, he wouldn't bring this thing with him no matter what he said today, and at the same time he secretly decided in his heart, good you Wen Zhong, based on your words today, there are no direct disciples, at most there are only registered disciples.

At the junction of the East China Sea and the South China Sea, there is hidden in the Misty Palace full of fairy spirit.

Hong Yun, who was sitting on Qingyun, was looking at the nine disciples who had returned. Suddenly, his soul throbbed, and the corners of his mouth curled up into a smile. The nine disciples thought it was because their master was happy, but they didn't know it was their master. Zun felt that his incarnation was born.

Now that the conferment of the gods is imminent, and the incarnation outside the body is born, this is a great blessing.

"Master, the Jade Emperor of Heaven ordered his disciples to send invitations to the Peach Fair."

I haven't seen him in just a thousand years, but Zhao Gongming is more mature than before, perhaps because he has been working in the heaven all year round, and under the bright fairy armor, there is a calm and majestic expression.

"Master, Mahayana Buddhism in the south has established a sect and has received more than a hundred Buddhist disciples."

It hadn't been seen in just a thousand years, the eldest disciple Wutian sat on the ninth-rank black lotus in a black robe and actually stepped into the realm of the Daluo Jinxian. What caught Hong Yun's eyes was that the ninth-rank lotus platform under this disciple had already bloomed.

"That's right, it seems that Wutian has thoroughly comprehended Heilian, what a great opportunity."

The congenital lotus seeds bloomed to become the congenital ninth-grade black lotus, which directly allowed Wutian to step into the realm of Daluo, especially with the addition of the spread of Mahayana Buddhism and the blessing of the sect's luck.

The second disciple Dizang preached in the south, obviously he also accepted a group of Buddhist disciples. Unlike the group of disciples who received solemn faces and exuded such pious Buddhist teachings, the ones he received were all dressed in plain clothes and looked like ascetic monks. .

and!Each of these group had fist-sized Buddhist beads hanging on their necks, half-covering their upper chests, and each of them was holding a thick diamond stick and crescent shovel in their exposed bare arms. They were all dressed like monks.

But Wutian brought a dignified look this time, dressed like a devout Buddhist monk.

"Master, Ksitigarbha traveled the world and received 81 Buddhist disciples."

Ksitigarbha, dressed in a red robe and cassock, held a nine-ringed tin staff and put the other hand on his chest respectfully in reply. He also stepped on a blooming nine-pink red lotus under his feet.

Da Luojin Fairyland, and a group of Buddhist disciples behind him, each of them had an obvious hostility under their resolute faces.

Seeing Hong Yun also nodded in satisfaction. The so-called Buddhist disciples are not accepting disciples, but a group of practitioners who believe in Mahayana Buddhism, and then worshiped in Buddhism. In other words, there is no such thing as master-disciple karma.

Just like the heavenly soldiers and generals in the heavenly court, didn't the Western Buddhism that flourished during the Journey to the West period grow bigger with such a way of binding interests?

Looking back again, among the nine great disciples, Avalokitesvara sits under the Pure World White Lotus Platform, and his cultivation has reached the Taiyi Gold Immortal Realm, and he is only one step away from stepping into the Da Luo Golden Realm.

　Some small foreshadowing in the early stage of Fengshen, I hope all fellow Taoists will like it.

　　
　
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