Chapter 322: Cangyang Jiacuo
Lin Jiufeng vaguely saw the scene in front of him collapse.
In the very next moment, he saw Monk Anan reach out and push him. He said cautiously, “Great Emperor Jiufeng, are you okay?”
Lin Jiufeng saw the huge statue of Great Emperor Shakyamuni, the kneeling statue, and the nervous Monk Anan and Ouyang Xiu.
He returned to reality!
“What’s wrong?” Lin Jiufeng asked Monk Anan.
“You’ve been motionless for a day,” Monk Anan said.
“It’s been a day?” Lin Jiufeng was stunned.
He only felt that a while had passed, but he didn’t expect that a day had already passed.
“Great Emperor Jiufeng, are you okay?” Monk Anan asked worriedly.
This was definitely not because he was concerned about Lin Jiufeng’s health.
Instead, he was worried about his own soul source energy.
After all, if something happened to Lin Jiufeng, they would also be in trouble. Their soul source energies were in Lin Jiufeng’s hands.
“I’m fine. There’s nothing to see here any more. Bring me somewhere else.” Lin Jiufeng restrained his thoughts. He suppressed the shocking scene he saw in his heart and didn’t tell them about it.
He knew that this square and this statue no longer had any secrets left.
Hence, there was no need for him to waste time here.
‘Why did Great Emperor Shakyamuni go to suppress that ancient city for 100,000 years?’
‘Is Great Emperor Shakyamuni really that powerful?’
‘That ancient city on the sea looks so terrifying, but in front of Great Emperor Shakyamuni, it’s no match at all. It was lifted by him on one hand and carried deep into the sea.’
‘Then why not directly destroy that ancient city?’
‘There must be something in here that I don’t know. After all, what I can think of, Great Emperor Shakyamuni will definitely be able to think of it too.’
‘Therefore, I have to continue becoming stronger in order to explore the truth buried in history.’
‘Moreover, Great Emperor Shakyamuni suppressed them for 100,000 years. In this era, 100,000 years have passed.’
‘Does this mean that the ancient city will appear again in the future?’
Lin Jiufeng’s thoughts spun and he felt a lot of pressure.
He discovered that in this era, there didn’t seem to be any powerful enemies on the surface. The common people were living and working in peace, and the Yuhua God Dynasty was improving by the day, creating an unprecedented great world.
But all of this was just an illusion.
Once the undercurrent hidden under this tranquility erupted, it would instantly destroy this so-called resplendent world.
Lin Jiufeng absolutely wouldn’t allow it!
The female War God of the Immortal Court and the ancient city suppressed by Great Emperor Shakyamuni were the two known threats to Lin Jiufeng now.
And there were countless threats that Lin Jiufeng didn’t know about yet.
“It wasn’t easy for the world to calm down. The people are living an unprecedentedly good life. I definitely won’t allow anyone to destroy such a good life!” Lin Jiufeng’s gaze was firm.
Lin Jiufeng, who was greatly shaken, remained calm on his face. Monk Anan brought him to another place.
The Great Thunderclap Temple was too big.
There were many good places in it.
Monk Anan knew this place like the back of his hand. He brought Lin Jiufeng and Ouyang Xiu to the next place.
“This is the scripture learning pagoda of the Great Thunderclap Monastery. This pagoda here has been passed down for tens of thousands of years. Of course, there are also people who say that this was passed down from Great Emperor Shakyamuni. Every time my thoughts become chaotic or I am troubled by evil thoughts, I will come here to take a look,” Monk Anan said.
The main body of the prayer wheel was a huge pagoda.
But the prayer wheel was a kilometer long.
They were all light golden scripture vessels filled with Buddhist Sanskrit and spotless.
“Under the scripture learning pagoda, a tragic and beautiful story happened. It was widely spread in the Buddhist sects and the Western Desert. Do you know about this story, Great Emperor Jiufeng?” Monk Anan asked.
Lin Jiufeng shook his head and asked curiously, “A tragic and beautiful story that happened in a Buddhist holy land?”
“Is it about the relationship between a man and a woman?”
“I don’t know of this story.”
Ouyang Xiu interrupted and said, “I know the story.”
Lin Jiufeng looked at him.
Monk Anan stopped talking and gave this opportunity to Ouyang Xiu.
Ouyang Xiu said, “In our Western Desert, this is a widely known love story, the story of an outstanding living Buddha in the history of the Great Thunderclap Temple. He even wrote a poem for this story.”
Lin Jiufeng’s interest was piqued. A living Buddha of the Buddhist sects actually had a tragic love story.
“Tell me about it!” Lin Jiufeng was all ears.
“At that moment, I rose up. Not to beg for blessings, but to wait for your arrival.”
“On that day, I closed my eyes in the incense fog of the Scripture Hall and suddenly heard you chanting the mantra in the scripture.”
“That day, I built the mani stone pile, not for virtue, but for the night when I threw the stones into the Heart Lake. I listened to the Sanskrit all night. It wasn’t for comprehension, but for finding a trace of your aura.”
“In that month, I shook all the prayer wheels not for exorcism, but for touching your fingertips.”
“That year, I kowtowed and crawled on the mountain path, not for an audience with Buddha, but just to stick to your warmth.”
“In that life, I traveled through mountains and rivers and Buddhist pagodas. I didn’t do it for the sake of cultivation. I only did it for the sake of meeting you on the way.”
“At that moment, I ascended to become an immortal not for longevity, but for your safety and happiness.”
Ouyang Xiu recited this small poem that many people in the Western Desert knew.
Lin Jiufeng listened silently and sighed. “What a devoted monk!”
Lin Jiufeng reached out and turned the prayer wheel, walking forward.
When he heard this poem, he wanted to spin all the prayer wheels, which were a kilometer long.
“Before him, the monks in the Western Desert all suppressed their feelings. The monks didn’t have feelings for females. This was written in the Buddhist scriptures of Great Emperor Shakyamuni back then.” Monk Anan followed behind Lin Jiufeng and said as he walked.
“But ever since he appeared, he brazenly raised a doubt. All humans have feelings for each other. The scriptures written by Great Emperor Shakyamuni are the insights of Great Emperor Shakyamuni, but they are unable to restrain generations of monks. Buddha also has feelings, just that Buddha’s feelings are used on all living things!” Monk Anan said with an inexplicable expression.
“For such a monk to interpret the writings of Great Emperor Shakyamuni in the Great Thunderclap Temple in such a way, his outcome must be very tragic, right?” Lin Jiufeng asked.
Those who dared to question the classics would definitely be injured by the secular power.
Monk Anan nodded. “At that time, he was originally a living Buddha that descended into the world and was the next leader of the Great Thunderclap Temple. But ever since this sentence appeared, he was imprisoned and never appeared again.”
“Some people said that he killed himself, and others said that he was killed by the Great Thunderclap Temple as a rebellious disciple. No one knows the outcome.” Ouyang Xiu added, “Hence, this poem of his and his story quickly spread in the Western Desert. Everyone discussed him.”
“20,000 years ago, I discovered the ruins of the Great Thunderclap Temple. At the end of the prayer wheels, I also saw a poem!” Monk Anan said.
“What poem?” Lin Jiufeng and Ouyang Xiu looked at him together.
“Once, I worried about my feelings obstructing my cultivation of Buddhism, but I could not bear to part with her. Yet, there isn’t a solution in which I could have the best of both worlds,” Monk Anan read it out.
“This means that the Great Thunderclap Temple actually didn’t harm him. They only imprisoned him here. It’s just that after the Great Thunderclap Temple disappeared, he also disappeared with them.” Monk Anan sighed.
The one-kilometer-long prayer wheels soon came to an end.
Lin Jiufeng suddenly asked, “What’s this monk’s Dharma name?”
“The Sixth Dalai Lama, Luosang Renqin!” Ouyang Xiu said.
But Monk Anan’s body suddenly stiffened. He stared straight ahead. It was unknown whether the expression on his face was that of excitement or surprise.
“Actually, he has another name.”
“He’s also called Cangyang Jiacuo!”
“He’s right there!”
Monk Anan pointed with his finger. He couldn’t hide his excitement as his body trembled.
Lin Jiufeng looked up. At the end of the prayer wheels, a monk was kneeling in front of the Buddha statue, looking very pious.
The Buddhist light draped over his body, plating him with a golden body!
Visit freewe𝑏nov(e)l.𝗰𝐨𝐦 for the 𝑏est n𝘰vel reading experience