Acting as a god and Buddha: starting from Guanzi

Chapter 44
As soon as the River of Forgetfulness came out, there was nothing in the sky.

Except for King Youchuan's Nascent Soul, which was being struck by lightning, it was a catastrophe, and not even Wangchuan could interfere with it.

The Lord of Desolate Bones did not expect that there was an underground river of Forgotten River under Youchuan City. His spiritual thoughts were placed on these many skulls. Now most of them have fallen into the river, and only a few dozen are lucky enough to land together. The Jinshan fragments gathered together, not only shrunk in size, but also weakened the breath many times.

"Damn ants, you dare to tease me?" The desolate bone king, who had shrunk a lot in size and strength, roared at King Youchuan.

"Humph!"

King Youchuan didn't bother to pay attention, as Lei Jie had gradually weakened at this moment.

But the Great Lord of Desolate Bones is extremely angry at this moment. For many years, no one has dared to tease him like this. His true form is already coming here at the moment, but the ant's thunder tribulation is about to be over. When the time comes, he will face a statue. Even if it is a complete god, there is no guarantee that it can kill the opponent.

"Hey, you guys do have some strength, hurry up and smash his golden body, then I will reward you myself." Skull ordered Meng Yuan and the others, very proudly.

But at this moment, several people ignored him.

Now King Youchuan has been refined into a golden body, they can't move at all, it is better to be realistic about how to escape.

Only Meng Yuan saw the unbearable faces of the dead souls struggling in the water, and the water of Wangchuan River seemed to make them very painful.

"Excuse me, Great Sir, is there any way to rescue them from the river?" Meng Yuan asked the spiritual clone of the Desolate Bone Great Lord in the distance.

"Huh? Who are you? You dare to ask me?" This guy was not beaten to death entirely because of his strong strength.

Meng Yuan was not angry, and then tried to pull up the nearest dead soul with his big hands, but he seemed to have merged with Wang Chuan, and he couldn't pull it up.

"It's useless. It is rumored that Wangchuan is the result of the resentment of the dead creatures in the world. These souls that have been eroded by the river have become one of them. Even gods can't pull them out." Bai Lan leaned over at some point Said.

Meng Yuan nodded slightly in thanks.

"Damn ants, didn't you hear what I said, go and destroy his golden body immediately, or you will all bear my wrath when I arrive!"

"Now that the entire Youchuan City has sunk into the river, we can make a boat out of the gold nuggets and find some broken pieces to make paddles out." The carpenter said.

Everyone was overjoyed when they heard this and looked for some small gold nuggets on the water. When gathered together, they could be made into two oars.

"Let's go, I want to save them." Meng Yuan pointed to the dead souls struggling in the water.

"Save them? Now that we can't even save ourselves, how can we save them?" The real Jiangzhu asked coldly.

Mu Shi, Baishan Zhenren, Tushan Bailan and Lu Guangming were all looking at him at this moment. There was no need to say anything about kindness in life and death. If Meng Yuan had not had some relationship with several people present, he would have been kicked out by them.

"The poor monk is so weak that he can only carry the burden one by one."

Suddenly, the faces of the four changed, and Meng Yuan jumped into the Wangchuan River.

Master Jiefa, King Youchuan, and Lord Huang Gu, who had been paying attention to this place, all sneered in their hearts. Could it be that this little monk was scared out of his wits and begged for a quick death.

But what happened next made them dumbfounded.

Meng Yuan jumped into the river of forgetfulness, and instantly endless cold resentment invaded his body, as if all the pain in the world was blessed on him.

Only when there has been pain, can we know the suffering of all sentient beings, and only when we have had attachments can we let go of attachments.

He carried a dead soul on his back, and it suddenly felt like a huge mountain was pressing on his back, and then headed towards the edge of the River of Forgetfulness.

Youchuan City has a radius of a hundred miles, and he has to carry it for forty to fifty miles. Fortunately, the water of Wangchuan River cannot restrain him, and it is not far away with the physique of a practitioner in the Foundation Establishment Realm.

He carried the dead souls to the shore time after time, and unknowingly, strands of merit and belief gathered to him, but Meng Yuan didn't have time to pay attention.

It's too slow, there are 50 million dead souls, when can he finish memorizing it alone?
Meng Yuan sat cross-legged on the Forgotten River and made a great wish: "Now that I see all the sentient beings in hell suffering, my original wish is to uproot all sentient beings. Please borrow the power of Bodhisattva."

"Because of the sins and sufferings of the six realms of sentient beings, the hell is not empty, vow not to become a Buddha, save all sentient beings, and realize Bodhi!"

Meng Yuan realized the meaning of Bodhisattva's non-appearance, and all compassion is Bodhisattva. Whether it is Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva, Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva, Manjushri Bodhisattva, etc., they are all Bodhisattvas. May the practice be Buddhas and Bodhisattvas, never individuals.

Performing the duties of Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva as Avalokitesvara, the sacred records of gods, Buddhas and immortals in Meng Yuan's mind suddenly began to flash, and countless Bodhisattva figures appeared one after another, and then they all disappeared into the phantom of the Bodhisattva.

"This is."

Meng Yuan did not expect such a change. He seemed to have transformed all the figures of Bodhisattvas in this catalog into the bodies of Avalokitesvara. In the future, he will not need to and will not be able to play the identities of other Bodhisattvas. He only needs to cultivate into a Bodhisattva body. That is.

And the price was that his performance progress, which had already reached half, was directly reduced to [-]%!
At the same time, a loud voice resounded almost throughout the Netherworld, whether it was a ghost or a little ghost, everyone could hear the voice of vowing not to become a Buddha if the hell is not empty, and all living beings can only realize Bodhi if they save all living beings.

For a time, it seemed as if countless innocent souls were crying and laughing in the void, causing the ghosts and gods to panic.

"Quiet!" A ghost roared, and the terrifying power of heaven and earth turned into a spear and pierced into the void, but it had no effect.

The incarnations of divine sense who were rushing to the land of Youchuan also stopped in surprise. They didn't know whose voice it was or where he was, but they were instinctively uneasy.

At this moment, Meng Yuan made a great wish and suddenly felt a shackles on him, and understood that this was the shackles of the great wish, and he could not become a Buddha before saving sentient beings.

But he didn't care. The difference between a Buddha and a Bodhisattva is only in the perfection or not, not in the power of the mana. You don't have to be persistent if you don't become a Buddha.

Then Meng Yuan dived into the water again and pulled up a dead soul. This dead soul had been enlightened by the Duo Heart Sutra and the Great Compassion Mantra. Now seeing Meng Yuan sacrificing his life to save him, he burst into tears.

What's strange is that the other souls who have no intelligence are also approaching him one after another. The ones who are close are tugging on the hems of his robe and trousers, while the ones who are far away are tugging on the souls in front of them. This creates a situation where Meng Yuan is in a state of confusion. The scene of swimming hard in front, while endless souls are dragging and following behind.

The vision caused by Meng Yuan was most intuitive to those present. At this moment, the somewhat embarrassed little monk was shrouded in endless clouds of auspiciousness and blessings in the eyes of the desolate bone.

How can it be?Just a foundation-building ant?

Tushan Bailan and others also stared at Meng Yuan. Even though he was far inferior to them in terms of cultivation, age, and status, looking at Meng Yuan at this moment, they felt that they were very insignificant.

"He is a real holy monk." Lu Guangming said in a heartfelt and sincere admiration.

Tushan Bailan shook his head: "No, he is a true Buddha."

(End of this chapter)