1043: Chapter 300: Rake!_2 1043: Chapter 300: Rake!_2 What identity does that thing have?
Just a poor Scholar, who embarked on the Tao Cultivation route after joining Sister Le…
He clenched his teeth halfway, unable to think further.
That Scholar had too many mysterious aspects, nothing could be certain.
“Does the old ancestor know his identity?”
White Dragon smiled, “I roughly know, but I’m not sure.
When he appeared, I happened to be knocked unconscious by that foolish Turtle, missing too many secrets of the world, secrets that are unspeakable.
Having missed them, it’s very hard to know again.”
Foolish Turtle…
“Tai, Thai Zu?”
It’s rumored in the world that among the Four Spirits Divine God Beast, the Phoenix Ancestor is the oldest, but Thai Zu is the strongest, which they’ve always scoffed at, as the true strongest is naturally from the Dragon tribe ancestors.
Two ancestors from the Dragon clan, one Azure Dragon and one White Dragon.
Azure Dragon Old Ancestor, Grand Ancestor Bai Long.
The one in front of him is the second ancestor.
The only Turtle that could knock Bai Ancestor unconscious must be Thai Zu.
Meng Xiao thought so but saw Bai Ancestor gently shake his head, “Thai is not stupid, very cunning!
That foolish Turtle…haven’t you seen it?”
“?” Meng Xiao was puzzled.
Bai Ancestor smiled, “That is the only one, from what I’ve seen, that can transform into a human form, a Dragon Turtle.”
“!!!” Meng Xiao was totally shocked, his body tensed like a Dragon, in disbelief as he stared at the old ancestor in front of him.
“Old ancestor, wait a moment!” He panted heavily, “Are you sure, the Turtle you’re talking about is the same one I’ve seen?”
He had witnessed that Turtle himself, gradually transforming into a human form through cultivation, he had just reached Opening Heaven Three-fold, “He…
knocked you unconscious?”
Stop kidding!
A hundred of him couldn’t do that!
White Dragon smiled, a hint of melancholy in his eyes, “For some, time is never a barrier.”
To all beings, time is a forbidden zone, but some exist just to break the rules!
Meng Xiao blinked, not understanding.
Could it be that that guy is actually an old fellow from the same era as the ancestor, starting Opening Heaven Three-fold either for cultivating a human form or because of the Peacock?
Damn it, cultivating a human form just to flirt with his grandniece?
With that thought, a murderous aura surged around Meng Xiao, barely containable.
Through gritted teeth, he spat a few words, “Old ancestor, are you really talking about ‘He’?”
Bai Ancestor naturally nodded.
“Have you seen that Turtle?
What sort of Turtle is he?”
Initially, his impression of Su He was not bad, a Turtle willing to fight desperately for his niece might not be a bad destination for her.
Ji Feixue had been suffering too much, from childhood, neither her mother, father, nor he as her uncle had ever fulfilled their hearts fully.
If she met a good man, it wouldn’t be bad.
But if it were some old fellow of unknown age…
Then saw Bai Ancestor shaking his head, a sound snorted from his nostrils, “A foolish Turtle…
thief!
robber!
rake!
lecher!”
White Dragon gritted his teeth.
“Rake…
lecher…” Meng Xiao looked up in astonishment, his face incredulous, “Old ancestor…he, you…”
“Pah!” White Dragon spat out a breath, “Wishful thinking!
When I saw him, he was holding one of the top Sword Immortals in the world, a Sovereign of the Sword Path, even a True Dragon ought to look up to!”
Meng Xiao blinked, feeling the discussion getting more and more absurd, where in the world is there a Sovereign Immortal?
Unless that guy jumped back to the Ancient Times, but how could someone possibly travel through time…
His eyes suddenly widened, incredulously looking at his old ancestor.
Bai Ancestor humphed and didn’t mention Su He again, instead, he looked towards this continent, “It’s hard to find gains here, but that Turtle being next to Ji Feixue, he wouldn’t allow his wife to get hurt, Ji Feixue will be fine.”
Though the Turtle is lecherous, his skills are indeed noteworthy, and his treatment of his wife isn’t bad; otherwise, would two Sovereign Immortals stand guard by his side?
One might not trust the character of a Sovereign Immortal, but one can’t distrust their judgment.
Bai Ancestor said this, turning his head to look deep into Star Sea.
His brow scales started to converge.
Directions within Star Sea are hard to discern, but if following the ancient division of the four wildernesses, the direction she looked towards was governed by the White Tiger, belonging to the west.
It’s where the Heavenly Buddha Gate lies.
Currently, both the lineages of Gujing Pavilion and Buddha World have been entrenched there, fighting nonstop for tens of thousands of years.
At this moment, Bai Ancestor felt a surge of Buddha Force rolling endlessly.
Not the Old Monk, but the Big Ease that child.
I really want to beat him to death!
Had the Old Monk not been obstinate, determined to atone for the sins of the Buddhist sect, determined to personally annihilate the Buddha World, suppress Big Ease, that old child would have died long ago.
Back in the final period of Mystery Yellow, it was agreed before the battle that the Four Spirits would block the Yuan Sovereign Clan, and the Sealed Emperor Great World would be destroyed by the cultivators.
As a result, they almost exterminated the Yuan Sovereign Clan, even slaughtering the last immortals and Immortal Sovereigns of the clan.
But that group of bald donkeys changed sides at the last moment, leading to the fracture of Mystery Yellow.
Although they ultimately won, it was a pyrrhic victory, a plummet from grace.
Thus, Mystery Huang arose.
“Amitabha Buddha!
Old bald donkey, what mischief are you up to now?”
At the place mentioned by Bai Ancestor, an old monk with a white face and flowery beard, gnawing on a chicken leg, cursed towards a grand temple ahead.
Inside the temple, Free Bodhisattva rose from the lotus seat beneath him, radiating light, looking down at the Old Monk: “As a disciple of the Buddhist sect, yet never parting from meat and wine, do you realize your sins?”
The Old Monk blinked, “Realize sins, indeed!”
“Knowing your sins, how dare you not change!” Free Bodhisattva’s tone was calm, yet his eyes were divine, as if scolding a junior.
The Old Monk, looking surprised, said, “If I had the ability to change upon recognizing my faults, wouldn’t I have attained the enlightenment of Buddha?
Who would stay in this godforsaken place?”
Knowing faults is easy, changing them is difficult, as hard as reaching the Azure Sky, as profound as the Great Tao of Buddha!
Free Bodhisattva: “…”
Facing a true shameless man, even he was at a loss for words.
Especially because this shameless person’s Tao Cultivation was not below his own.
Free Bodhisattva did not speak further, clasped his hands together, uttered a Buddha’s name, and descended once again.
He returned to the Treasure Palace, sat high on the lotus seat, and assumed the gesture of turning the Dharma Wheel.
Below was empty, where the Eighteen Arhats should have been, yet there was no one.
It was regrettable that the Heavenly Buddha Gate was destroyed, otherwise, as a Bodhisattva, he would have had a Buddha Country, a Great World to provide offerings.
Free Bodhisattva, with his eyes closed, however, had an eye in his brow open, and then…
the entire eyeball leaped out.
The third eye jumped out of the socket, rolling on the ground.
As it rolled, it grew a body, flailing about like a tadpole.
Next came the arms and legs, and within a breath, it had turned into a palm-sized ginseng baby.
Landing on the ground, it laughed and hopped around, picked up a wooden fish and beat it tirelessly.
After getting bored, it simply sat atop the Pill Furnace and crunched the wooden fish completely.
Free Bodhisattva wasn’t angry, his eyes still closed, having entered deep meditation.
After the small figure finished the wooden fish, it strutted around with hands behind its back, pretending to be an adult, scrutinizing all around, tapping on the dragon pillars, kicking the lotus seat.
Then shaking its head: “No good, no good!
Too small, too small!”
Free Bodhisattva, seated high on the lotus seat, opened his eyes, looking at the small figure.
This little figure was formed from his cut-off greed, anger, and ignorance, surpassing an avatar but not considered a separate entity.
Where greed, anger, and ignorance exist, there lies the true heart.
Indeed, he too felt the temple was too small.
No matter how big the Bodhisattva’s temple is built, it’s still small.
Regardless of how small the Buddha’s temple is constructed, it’s big!
“Too small!
Too small!
Go, go!” The little figure shouted, running outside, growing as it met the wind, and in a moment turned into a Sami, bearing an appearance identical to Free Bodhisattva, but his form ethereal, not like a real person.
He dashed out of the Bodhisattva temple, leaped, and vanished.
Only then did the Arhats and Vajra enter the temple in succession, occupying their designated places, some holding pagodas, some frowning…
For a time, the entire atmosphere of the Buddha hall was connected, forming an extremely profound Buddha array.
The Buddha Force of the people connected, advancing together in cultivation.
Only on the lotus seat, Free Bodhisattva still turning the Dharma Wheel, aloof and independent, a lonely crane outside of this world, never partaking.
Meanwhile, throughout All Heavens and Myriad Realms, in the Buddha World, a Buddha Hall,
A Sami, worshipped here for countless thousands of years, suddenly opened his eyes.
“Sorrowful River!” The Sami spoke, his voice youthful, yet his tone fell from the Nine Heavens, vast and ancient.
Full of great compassion, as if he wished all the suffering of the mortal world would fall upon him, untainted by the mundane dust.
He stood up, stepping down, yet beneath his feet, lotuses bloomed, untainted by the mortal dust.
Outside the Buddha Hall, a monk praying in the rain suddenly opened his eyes, lunging forward.
Arriving at the front of the Buddha Hall, he dared not enter any further, bowing down: “Bodhisattva!”