I want to embrace the moon for nine days

“What bad luck!!”

The frozen ground of the wasteland suddenly shook.

Mahaye's figure broke out of the ground, and the hot air brought from the cave caused the surrounding frozen soil to melt rapidly, burning and shining, turning into a small magma lake.

He escaped with the help of Wu Hou's Seven Star Lamp, and the first thought that flashed through his mind at that time was naturally the lair of his own Jile Zhengzong.

However, he was too unskilled in using the Seven Star Lanterns, and when he escaped, his direction shifted slightly, and he was sent more than 700 miles underground.

With his level of cultivation, coming out from more than 700 miles underground was not a difficult task, although it took some effort.

But when he thought of the series of setbacks he had encountered today, he couldn't help but feel angry.

The matter with the apprentice was ruined, and Li Shimin was hiding his true abilities.

The Demon Lord who came from Suiye was far more powerful than Kong had expected. Not only did he suppress their group of people, but he even took away two Buddhist weapons from the Jile Sect, making him look disgraced.

When I got the news not long ago that Buddhism was willing to make concessions, I was overjoyed. However, not long after, I lost both the wife and the army, and got nothing.

After all, Mahaye had a profound cultivation level, so he suppressed his anger in an instant and forced himself to remain calm in order to erase the influence of the Wanshou Immortal Mountain in his heart.

You must not be careless at this time. If you leave any flaws in your mind, you will be more vulnerable to targeting the next time you meet Wanshou Fairy Mountain.

He patiently recited the scriptures of the Pure Land Sect several times, then looked up and realized that this place was less than thirty miles away from the Pure Land Sect's base, so he prepared to get up and go back.

Suddenly, the sunlight in the sky brightened slightly, and there seemed to be a small black dot in the middle of the sun.

A light white mist inexplicably floated above the lava lake; despite the high temperature nearby, the tiny droplets in the mist did not evaporate.

Mahaye looked up and looked directly at the sun. His gaze changed slightly, and he ignored the sun as the background and saw the true appearance of the small black dot.

It was a long sword filled with golden energy. It seemed to be able to use the sunlight to escape and move, so it came so quickly.

"Golden sword energy?!"

The golden sword energy of Confucianism is the essence of martial arts passed down by Confucius when he visited Laozi and obtained the books collected in the Zhou Dynasty. It is also a set of sword techniques created by successive masters of Confucianism who admired the ancient sage kings, such as Emperor Huangdi, Tang Yao, Shun and Yu.

Xuanyuan was in the center and was called the Yellow Emperor, while Dayu smelted metal and cast nine tripods.

The word "gold" refers to these two sages who are the beginning and the end of the Holy Kings.

In the world today, the only person who has become a top master by using the golden sword energy is Grand Tutor Yang Su.

When the Sui Dynasty conquered the Southern Chen Dynasty, the Southern Chen Dynasty had the help of the descendants of Guiguzi, who set up traps and formations, and had an elite army of 100,000 to assist.

As a result, he was defeated by the golden sword energy of Grand Tutor Yang Su, and the Southern Chen Dynasty was declared destroyed and surrendered within three days.

The Turks were arrogant and frequently invaded the border. Yang Su drew his sword twice and killed many of them, frightening the Turks so much that their entire clan fled south of the desert.

At that time, Martial Master Bi Xuan's cultivation had not yet reached its peak, but he was already extremely brave. Regardless of the difference in cultivation, he joined forces with many masters of other races and achieved a stalemate with Yang Su, but ultimately failed to counterattack.

It is said that after one truly grasps the essence of the golden sword energy, it is divided into four levels, from low to high: "Yu Jiuding", "Shun Chongtong", "Yao Bathing in the Sun", and "Saint Xuanyuan".

Grand Tutor Yang Su has already reached the third level.

According to the story that when Tang Yao was in power, there were great floods on the earth and ten suns in the sky. This sword stopped the disasters. The sword energy contained both the sun's divine fire and the weak water energy. It could be dark or bright, and had great power, yet was secretive and difficult to describe.

"I never thought that Zhuge Wuhou's Seven Star Lamp would end up in the hands of the Jile Sect Master. I thought it would be in the palace of the Ghost King Cao Cao. I searched for it for a long time but couldn't find it. I feel deeply regretful."

The golden sword energy fell downwards and changed its form, revealing the shadow of a scholar in a square scarf and long robe, who was none other than Grand Tutor Yang Su.

"What a pity, what a pity. The cultivation method of the Bliss Sect Master is incompatible with that of Zhuge Wuhou. With your realm, you have been trying to figure it out for many years, and you still can't use this treasure to its true potential. It can be said that you have thrown a pearl into the dark."

A fierce light flashed in Mahaye's eyes: "Master, are you here to see me make fun of you?"

"You and I have known each other for so many years, so how can you speculate about me like this?"

Yang Su stroked his beard and said, "It's just that I have been worried about the Wuhou Seven Star Lamp for too long. When I noticed the Seven Star Lamp appearing just now, I lost my composure for a moment."

"Five mountain ranges suddenly appeared in Luoyang, and everyone who is interested is in awe. The sect master needs to use the Seven Star Lamp, and it seems that he has suffered a loss there. Have you thought about how to fight back?"

Mahaye snorted softly, "Grandmaster, you have been indifferent to worldly affairs for some years. You suddenly came to me so enthusiastically. It can't be that you are so kind that you want to help me for no reason, right?"

The fierce monk looked at him with a scorching gaze, "If you have something to say, just say it."

Yang Su was silent for a moment, then said, "The cultivation level of that man in Luoyang is unfathomable. Even if you have the Wuhou Seven Star Lamp, it is not enough to fight against him. Why not give it to me?"

"Compared to the Seven Star Lamp, I have a treasure here that may be more useful to you."

Mahaye's heart moved. The thing that could make Grand Tutor Yang Su say it so solemnly must be something special. "What is it? Take it out and let me see it first."

Yang Su raised his hands and held out a book.

Mahaye realized that this was not something he carried with him, but something he had collected from his original body using his clone with a wave of his hand.

"A sword energy can simultaneously generate the Sun's True Fire and Weak Water's Essence, and it can even circulate the void without leaving any trace of fireworks."

Maha Ye was slightly surprised and praised, "It seems that the Grand Master is about to master the highest level of Xuanyuan Sword Qi."

Yang Su shook his head: "The ancestors of all generations have never deduced the corresponding skills for the last level, otherwise I might have succeeded in cultivating it."

"Look at this treasure first."

He talked about the origin of this scripture.

In the past, Master Bianhe had a feud with the Four Great Saint Monks. Now that he saw that the Four Great Saint Monks were in collusion with the Jingnian and Cihang lineages, each holding a Buddhist weapon, he felt extremely angry.

He believed that the White Horse Temple was the ancestral home of Buddhism in China, so how could there be no valuable treasures left there? Therefore, he searched the White Horse Temple from top to bottom and read history books. He learned that in the late Eastern Han Dynasty, when Yuan Shao sent troops to attack Luoyang, he set fire to the area near Luoyang.

The White Horse Temple had already been destroyed once at that time. Later, when Cao Wei rebuilt the Luoyang Palace City, they also repaired the White Horse Temple and excavated the ruins, gaining a lot.

In the Bronze Sparrow Palace at the Ghost King Cliff of Beimang Mountain, the Ghost King Cao Cao appeared. After the great battle in which Yang Lin, Yang Guang and others participated, it was Grand Tutor Yang Su who was in charge of cleaning up the mess and reaped rich rewards.

Therefore, Master Bianhe went to the Grand Tutor's Mansion, hoping to see if there were any Buddhist treasures left over from the White Horse Temple among Cao Cao's treasures.

Originally, Yang Su was not very familiar with Buddhist treasures and could not identify any powerful treasures. However, after Bianhe's search, he found this Buddhist scripture, which was full of ancient charm. It turned out to be a treasure left by Subhuti, one of the ten great disciples of Buddha.

Unfortunately, this is not a weapon, but just a scripture. Even if it can help people gain enlightenment, it is of little use to a top master like Bianhe.

He was a little disappointed, so he didn't take the book away. He just read it at home and meditated on it for a while.

"During the Luoyang battle, I suddenly felt something was wrong with this scripture. I took it out and examined it carefully. Only then did I discover the secret hidden in this scripture. Even Master Bianhe had made a mistake."

Yang Su unfolded the Buddhist scripture in his hand and said, "My clone's aura is impure. You don't need to use any power to blow a breath of pure vitality into this Buddhist scripture."

Mahaye did not do as he was told. Instead, he raised his hand and brought a frog from dozens of miles away. He changed the frog's breathing pattern, causing the frog to involuntarily croak and exhale a breath of life.

The Buddhist scripture accepted all that came to it, and seemed not to care about their status. As soon as it absorbed this breath, it immediately changed. The shell leaves that made up the Buddhist scripture dispersed and reorganized. The words on the surface all disappeared, revealing completely new words and pictures.

The pictures would move, one after another, and together with the text on each picture, they told an ancient story.

When Sakyamuni was eighty years old, his back disease relapsed and he felt that he would not live for more than three months, so he prepared to go to Kalaka City. However, while begging on the way, he ate the sandalwood fungus given by a blacksmith and became poisoned and had severe stomach pain.

Before he even reached the city, he felt like he was dying. Fortunately, he had a few apprentices with him who helped him make bedding in the bushes in the wild for him to lie down.

Although he was so sick, when he was about to die, a smile appeared on his dying face.

At that time, some people were curious: "Many people say that you are the leader of the Sangha, a wise man, and have supernatural powers. You are smiling when you are about to die. Do you really have supernatural powers? Will there be any visions when you die?"

Some people said: "The Buddha is not really dead. He is going to the world of gods and Buddhas. It's just that we are mortals and don't have the blessing to see him. When the time comes, all the gods will come to welcome him."

Shakyamuni said: "To cultivate Buddhism is to cultivate enlightenment. I don't have any supernatural powers."

While he was speaking, the four large trees in the east, south, west and north, some withered and some flourished, emitted forty-two white rainbows from the tops of the forest, connecting the north and the south.

Fragrant flowers fell from the rainbow light. No musical instruments could be seen anywhere, but the sounds of them could be heard.

The people present were fascinated and rushed to pay homage. Word of mouth spread that the Buddha had supernatural powers.

Shakyamuni showed a surprised expression and struggled. His body suddenly began to stretch, his bones popped, and his flesh became plump.

The eighty-year-old man had grown into a fat man of six feet, and his skin looked as if it was painted with gold.

His black hair began to emit a jewel crystal-like glow.

When people nearby heard about this miracle, more and more people came.

At this time, the people in the Buddha's monastic community also showed strange visions one by one. Some of them had their tongues stretched out and become wide enough to cover their entire faces.

Some of them had their hands and feet the same length, with all ten fingers the same length, neatly aligned, and thin membranes like the webbed feet of waterfowl between their fingers. Some of them had no bones and became a mass of soft flesh, with a look of happiness on their soft faces.

Some people's eyebrows grow longer and longer, and are more flexible than their hands and feet. They will cry out in pain when their eyebrows touch the sharp thorns in the bushes.

Although their shapes have changed, they all possess extraordinary powers.

The Buddha was sitting under a tree, and seeing them like this, he could not help but feel sad, and said with tears in his eyes, "In the past, the Dharma had no magical powers and could not protect us. This made us sad, and therefore I felt great sorrow."

"Today, you all have supernatural powers, but these powers make your mind eager to seek outside, relying on your strength and greed. You are completely unable to protect the Dharma. On the contrary, you are hindering the Dharma. You cannot enlighten your mind, see your nature, and become a Buddha."

Among the disciples, there was the elder Subhuti, who stood up, clasped his hands together, and paid deep respect.

“How to subdue his mind?”

There were more and more strange features on Sakyamuni's body. His spiral hair was as soft as flesh, white hair extended from between his eyebrows and rotated. Under his seat there was a nine-level lotus, and the air was filled with fragrant mist.

All the pain in his body disappeared, and an inexplicably supreme and unfathomable thing gave him great power, and his supernatural powers became greater and greater at the moment of his death.

But there was deep sadness in his eyes. He clasped his hands together and thought silently. After a long time, he finally replied.

"One should not dwell anywhere."

The Buddha said to the crowd, "I tell you all to know that if you develop a bodhi mind and practice compassion, you will have supernatural powers that will manifest according to the conditions."

"Besides this, all the eyes, ears, nose, tongue, body, and mind, the sight, smell, taste, and touch, are ultimately extinguished, like the void, with nothing left, and must eventually attain Nirvana."

After the Buddha said this, his whole body emitted light of relics and he passed away on the spot.

After the Buddha's death, people from eight nearby kingdoms started a war to fight for his body. In the end, they had no choice but to burn his body and divide it equally among the eight kingdoms.

But not long after, the monks’ supernatural powers grew stronger and they brought back the Buddha’s relics.

They soon had disagreements due to the differences in their supernatural powers. In order to pursue better practice, the Buddha's disciples dispersed in all directions, and gradually more "new deeds" about the Buddha's lifetime emerged.

There is a glazed sword forged from the evil god that killed all the horse thieves, and there is a relic sword forged from the Buddha's relic that pierced through Asura's body and tore out Asura's flesh and blood.

The Buddha's wife resented him for abandoning her and her family, so she transformed herself into a demon and fought her way through hell to seek revenge. However, she was eventually conquered and was able to "break away from the red dust" by creating her own form.

The nine great Buddha soldiers appeared one after another.

But the Buddha has ten great disciples and ten great Dharma lineages.

The lineage of Subhuti did not participate in the pursuit of relics or the casting of Buddhist weapons. Instead, they collected leaves from the trees in the forest where the Buddha passed away and made a palm-leaf Buddhist scripture.

During the Eastern Han Dynasty, a white horse carried Buddhist scriptures to Luoyang, and this sutra was brought to the White Horse Temple, where it has been passed down to this day.

"What does it mean?"

Mahayana was a smart man and had actually understood it, but a lot of his knowledge came from Buddhism, and he was deeply shocked by what was revealed in this story, and couldn't help but murmur a question.

Yang Su was understanding and explained, "Obviously, at that time, the Buddha had not yet developed any peerless martial arts from Buddhist theories."

"It was at the moment of his death that the power from the demons infected the area where his monks were located, forming the seeds of his supernatural powers."

"Buddha and devil are one, and the nine Buddha soldiers have devilish nature in their roots. As Buddhism grows and develops, the obsession with the nine Buddha soldiers and the blessing from generation to generation also become the nourishment for the devil."

"However, the Buddha's wisdom is not false at all. He seems to have subdued some of his magical powers and turned them into his own use. When he passed away, he made a final effort. Someone in the Buddhist community inherited this part of his vision."

"But before the nine great Buddha soldiers revealed their true identities, this part of the vision had no room to be implemented. It was not until the Luoyang War, when the energy of Buddha and Demon intertwined, that this part of the vision was finally awakened."

Mahaye couldn't help but stroke the picture of Buddha's Nirvana, feeling the power in it which was not ostentatious but was at the root level.

The Demon Lord Suiye suppressed all the Buddhists and took away the nine Buddhist soldiers, obviously wanting to use all that power for himself.

Mahayana would never sit idly by and watch the other party gain such a huge benefit, but he had no idea of ​​how to counter it. The picture of Buddha's Nirvana was too useful for him.

But he did not agree easily.

"The Wuhou Seven Star Lamp, after all, is incomparable only in the hands of Zhuge Liang. Even Zhuge Liang failed in the last test. It is hard to say whether this set of Seven Star Lamp has any hidden damage."

Maha Ye said, "What value does this set of lamps have to you that can compare to the picture of the Buddha's nirvana?"

Yang Su had a deep expression. Even though he was a sword clone and should have been very sharp, he actually looked old at this moment.

"Because I want revenge."

Yang Su said slowly, "You must have some doubts about the demons' initial blessing to Buddhism, the destructive power of the Red Demon Star, and the actions of the Suiye Demon Lord."

"It's also your fault that you have been distracted too much by the sect over the years. Since my son died at the hands of the great demon Yang Guang, I have worked hard to sort out the ancient history and finally sorted out some of the threads."

"The so-called demons are actually divided into two categories. One is the one that completely displays its nature and emphasizes destruction everywhere."

"The other type may also take destruction as its nature, but it does not directly pursue material and hasty destruction. Instead, it appears to be more mysterious and cunning, playing with the world, and sometimes even actively giving something away."

"The evil spirits in the world are a mixture of these two kinds of demons. They also like to play with people, but their principles are eager to destroy, so this kind of play will not last long."

Mahaye thought about the various records of evil spirits and monsters in the world, as well as recent events, and he felt as if he had some realization in his mind.

"Yang Guang is known to the world as the person who has been possessed by the devil the most. However, he acts recklessly and does not rush to destroy. Otherwise, with his cultivation level, he would cause a lot of damage even if there are masters to stop him."

Yang Su continued, "It is obvious that Yang Guang is currently leaning towards the latter type of demon, cunning and vicious, and enjoys playing with others. So after he became a demon, he killed my son and injured me, but did not kill me."

Yang Su's sword energy clone became unstable when he reached this point, and it was obvious that his mind was in turmoil and he was filled with grief and resentment.

"My realm has been damaged, and there is no hope of breaking through. I am also dying. The only way in my life to possibly witness Yang Guang's death is to turn him into the first type of demon."

"The Red Demon Star is a huge symbol of the first kind of magic power. I will use the Wuhou Seven Star Lamp to draw its power down. I am not like Zhuge Kongming, who wants to restrain this power and turn danger into fortune. I just need to draw it over."

"When this power meets Yang Guang, they will naturally merge. When he becomes the first type of demon, all the strong men who have held their own positions and have never united will have to unite and destroy him first."

“The three major sects in the world, the Evil King of Heavenly Blade, and even the Demon Lord Suiye who obviously does not belong to the first type of demon, will become Yang Guang’s enemies!”

Yang Su's fists were clenched to the extreme, and his face was full of twisted murderous intent.

"I want him dead!!"

Mahaye's pupils shrank slightly.

This plan is too crazy. In order to kill Yang Guang, they have to make Yang Guang stronger first. If all the powerful people in the world come to surround and kill Yang Guang, who knows how much damage it will cause.

However, this may not necessarily be a bad thing for Ji Le Zheng Zong.

Death, what a good death! It would be best if all the powerful humans, demons, and martial arts masters died together.

After a moment of hesitation, Maha Ye asked, "How long will it take you to draw down the power of the Red Demon Star?"

"It's hard to say, it could be a few days or it could be a few months."

Yang Su managed to calm himself down and said, "I can still wait for this last period of time."

You can afford to wait, but it is impossible for the method used by the Suiye Demon Lord against the Nine Buddha Soldiers to take as long as several months.

It would be best if something happened to Yang Guang before he refined the nine Buddha soldiers. This would make it easier for Mahaye to act.

It's a pity that not everything in the world can go as planned.

"That's fine."

Mahaye looked solemn, and a copper lamp appeared in his palm, "I will exchange it with you!"

Yang Su handed over the Buddhist scriptures and took the copper lamp. His hands seemed to be shaking with excitement: "Seven Star Lamp, Seven Star Lamp, it's finally in my hands."

"Mahaye, I know you have long wanted to combine Buddha and devil into one and use them for your own benefit. I don't care about that. I just hope that you will not be absent when we surround and kill Yang Guang."

After Mahaye received the palm-leaf Buddhist scriptures, he sighed slightly as he watched the sword energy clone dissipate.

"The great Grand Tutor Yang Su became like this just because of his son."

He suddenly thought that he had not had a satisfactory descendant or successor for all these years. Li Erlang was the most likely candidate, but now he had been captured.

Mahaye judged others by his own experience and felt that Yang Su's behavior was understandable.

He thought for a moment and felt that his current means were still a little insufficient to plot against the Nine Buddha Soldiers, so he flew into the air and changed direction.

After flying thousands of miles, Maha Ye looked carefully in the clouds and vaguely saw a dark atmosphere floating out from the palaces in the distance. He was overjoyed and said with a smile: "Buddhist friend, please stay!" (End of this chapter)