Ch 132: Four Transmigrations! The Gods and Buddhas are Shocked: How Did Our Buddha’s Disciple Become a Confucian-Taoist Sage?

Chronicles of the Confucian Song Dynasty.

Jingkang Era.

Jiangnan, Zhenjiang, Golden Mountain Temple.

Chu Mo slowly opened his eyes, staring expressionlessly at the monk before him.

The monk’s face was stern, his eyes cold, carrying an inexplicable air of authority as he continuously sized up Chu Mo.

It was difficult to judge the monk’s age from his appearance. At first glance, he seemed old, but upon closer inspection, his exposed muscles were strong, his face had no wrinkles, and his eyes were bright, filled with an indescribable vitality.

“Benefactor Xu, from today onward, you will be this monk’s disciple!”

Chu Mo: “……?”

Chu Mo recognized who this person was at first glance. After all, he had just seen him before transmigrating… Yes, it was the Heroic Spirit summoned by Fa Hai, Fa Hai himself. It couldn’t be said to be exactly the same! But other than the clothes, there was no difference.

Memories surged in Chu Mo’s mind, and his mood became extremely subtle and complex at this moment. He had already realized the time, place, and the events that were happening.

It was now the Northern Song Dynasty, and the era name had just been changed to Jingkang. If nothing went wrong, the historical event of the Jingkang Humiliation would occur soon. Emperor Huizong and Emperor Qinzong of Song would be captured by the Jin Dynasty, and Zhao Gou, Princess Zhao, would flee all the way, handing over the entire north to others.

This was precisely the critical dividing line between the Northern and Southern Song Dynasties!

And at this moment, he was Xu Xian, and moreover, he was Xu Xian who had already completed all the Legend of the White Snake plotlines. White Maiden had already been suppressed, and he was about to be tonsured by Fa Hai to become a monk.

The immense sorrow and pain suddenly erupted at this moment of impending tonsure, touching his soul and awakening his memories!

“…Why didn’t these memories awaken sooner? Whether it was when White Maiden was suppressed or when I was first captured and imprisoned in Golden Mountain Temple, it would have been much better if my memories had awakened then than now,” Chu Mo thought with a complex mood.

Watching the tonsuring monk raise his hand, Chu Mo abruptly stood up. He turned to stare at Fa Hai, his tone strange as he said, “What if I don’t want to be a monk anymore?”

Fa Hai was taken aback for a moment, his gaze gradually becoming sharp. “Is Benefactor joking with this monk? Do you know that this monk has already spread the news of Golden Mountain Temple accepting another disciple throughout the four seas! Immortals and Buddhas congratulate, gods and humans pay attention.”

“If Benefactor reneges at this moment, it will no longer just be a matter of losing face for my Golden Mountain Temple!”

Immortals and Buddhas congratulate, gods and humans pay attention? Chu Mo’s heart stirred slightly. Could the events happening here actually cause the gods and Buddhas in the heavens to pay attention at all times?

The information he had seen in the library before had not mentioned a single word about immortals or Buddhas. This situation was very interesting… Thoughts surged in Chu Mo’s mind, and he inexplicably recalled a guess he had seen in his previous life about the Legend of the White Snake myth.

Perhaps, the Legend of the White Snake was not just a simple story of a human-demon love that was intolerable to the world, but also a small-scale immeasurable calamity? What is an immeasurable calamity? Journey to the West is an immeasurable calamity, and The Creation of the Gods is the same. They are important turning points in the world’s fate.

Of course, this was just a bold guess by Chu Mo. But other than this, he couldn’t find a second reasonable explanation. He found it hard to understand… What exactly had to happen for Xu Xian, a person without any cultivation, to have his tonsure as a monk be watched by all the gods and Buddhas in the heavens! Fa Hai took a deep breath, his tone softening a little. “Benefactor Xu, if you continue with the tonsure now, this monk can pretend that what happened before never happened! This monk doesn’t really want to resort to force, but…”

In response, Chu Mo unhesitatingly used Heroic Spirit Interference—Great Ming Preceptor! Fa Hai’s pupils contracted sharply at this moment. His Dharma Eye perceived that the qi on Chu Mo’s body had undergone earth-shattering changes. Before, Chu Mo’s qi was peaceful and gentle, no different from those scholars who had never stepped onto the path of Confucianism! But deep within that qi, there was also a faint golden Buddha’s Radiance… indicating that the person before him had a connection with Buddhism.

But now…

Holy, transcendent, brilliant, five kinds of sacred luster surrounded him. He clearly hadn’t done anything, just standing there quietly, but within the range of Fa Hai’s Dharma Eye, he was set off as if he were a Divine Lord of the human world, an Imperial Ancestor of the heavens.

That was the divinity belonging to the Five Emperors! That was the sacred light that only those who competed for the world and ascended to that supreme position could possess.

No, even those who had the qualifications to compete for the world! The divinity they possessed should only be one… Five? Chosen by those five supreme beings at the same time? This kind of thing… This…

“…This is impossible!” Fa Hai lost his composure at this moment. His mind went blank. What was happening before his eyes completely violated the knowledge and common sense he had learned in the past.

Not to mention him, the emotions of the immortals and gods in the heavens who were watching this place at this moment also changed.

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Heavenly Realm.

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Within the ancient Heavenly Palace. The Jade Emperor sat expressionlessly on the Divine Throne, calmly overlooking the illusory scene projected by Thousand-Mile Eye and Wind-Following Ear. It was precisely the scene within Golden Mountain Temple! Around him were all the civil and military officials of the Heavenly Court. Pagoda-Bearing Heavenly King, Taibai Jinxing, Nezha, Giant Spirit God…

At the moment when the five-colored divine light bloomed, the originally lively Heavenly Court Palace became deathly silent at this moment.

“The Five Emperors, they have made their move?” The Jade Emperor spoke softly, as if talking to himself, and also as if asking something.

But in the next moment, He naturally denied this possibility. “Impossible! The world’s situation is indeed about to change, but the five of them cannot place their chess pieces on the same person.”

“Not to mention it’s still…”

The Jade Emperor didn’t continue speaking. He seemed to have seen something that made Him extremely puzzled.

No one spoke. The expressions of those originally surprised immortal officials gradually became stiff at this moment, and they stood on the palace hall again like puppets.

The entire Hall of Celestial Glory seemed like a ridiculous puppet show at this moment…

After pondering for a long time, the Jade Emperor gently hooked His finger, and an invisible thread was pulled. This thread happened to be connected to Nezha’s body. He woke up as if from a dream, and knelt on the ground abruptly. “This subordinate will go to seek an audience with the Five Emperors and ask about the key!”

Then, stepping on the Wind Fire Wheels, he left abruptly.

The Jade Emperor thought for a while longer, and suddenly laughed, His gaze as deep as ever. “Forget it, I didn’t make a move in this game… Hehe, the one who should really feel a headache should be the Buddha of the Western Paradise, right?”

“Stir it up, stir it up as much as you want.” The Jade Emperor raised His eyelids slightly. “Stir it up until the world is turned upside down! It would be best if the Western Paradise and the Five Emperors went to war. At that time…”

He would have the opportunity to take back all authority and truly become the Heavenly Emperor reigning over the world! ……

Western Paradise.

Great Thunderclap Temple.

Deathly silence.

The Buddhas calmly stared at the illusory scene projected before them. They seemed surprised, but upon closer observation, they didn’t seem to have any emotional fluctuations. As if they understood everything in their hearts!

“Buddha,” Avalokitesvara humbly inquired, “May I ask, our Buddhist disciple of the future…”

“This is a variable!” The Buddha, high above, let out a compassionate sigh. “All things, though having a fixed number, also have variables! This is an inevitable experience… but there is no problem.”

“Our Buddhist disciple will inevitably descend upon the human world, leading our Buddhist sect to continue its glory in the next three thousand years!”

In the dark, a soft voice seemed to come, “Praises to Amitabha Buddha!”

At this moment, those Buddhas with unchanging faces also became enlightened and nodded quickly.

“What the Buddha says is true!”

“Though there are variables, the ending will not change after all!”

“It doesn’t matter… Hmm? Buddha, I feel like… this situation is a little off!”

A group of Buddhas watched as their future Buddha’s Disciple suddenly burst out with terrifying black light, with brilliant divine radiance flashing on his forehead. He resonated with the heavens and earth, and with the Confucian-Taoist position added to his body, they couldn’t hold back any longer at this moment.

Some had dull expressions, some had tingling scalps, and some had throbbing hearts.

Wait, the one they entrusted with the glory of the next three thousand years… How did their Buddha’s Disciple inexplicably become a Confucian-Taoist Sage?!!