Chapter 187 The Buddhist Sounds Rising from the Buddhist Gate

After hearing this, several people turned serious, especially Ziyi and Youchao. This was the first time Hengming asked them to do something, and it was very important. For them, they could only succeed and not fail, otherwise even they would look down on themselves.

Hengming pondered for a moment and said, "This matter is nothing to me, and you don't need to do much, but since you are the ancestors of mankind, I still have to inform you first.

After creating the human race, Nuwa determined the fate of humanity. However, the Three Talents are Heaven, Earth and Man. There is no need to explain the Way of Heaven and Earth, but the Way of Man refers to the Way of all living beings. Only when the goddess and I worked together to turn the Way of all living beings into the Way of the human race, we greatly offended all the races in the prehistoric world.

Soon, a great catastrophe will occur in the prehistoric world, and it will target the human race. When this catastrophe begins, you must come to my Yingzhou Island and must not act on your own. Only by surviving this catastrophe can the human race truly become the eternal protagonist of the prehistoric world.

Now you will lead the human race to build a large-scale defensive formation and food reserves to prevent the genocide. Remember, you must not act without authorization. When this calamity begins, I will also have a great enemy coming, and it will be difficult to protect you. If you disobey, it will be against the master's order and you must be expelled."

After hearing this, the faces of several people changed drastically. Even Suiren seemed to be hesitant to speak, not knowing what to say.

Although he is the reincarnation of the immortal spirit of the gourd vine and not a real human, he has grown up with the human race to this day and is even called the ancestor of mankind by the human race. How could he bear to watch the human race suffer such a catastrophe?

You Chao was the first to speak: "Master, may I ask, after this catastrophe, how many of our human race will be left?"

Heng Ming thought for a moment and said, "Only one out of ten can survive. If one or two can be left, that would be great."

Ziyi's pretty face was filled with reluctance, but she couldn't help but ask, "I don't know why we can't take action? If we accept the disaster, can we leave more people for the human race?"

Heng Ming shook his head and said, "Why do you have to be like this? Even if there was no catastrophe, those humans would still die. Unless they achieve the path of a golden immortal, it would be difficult for them to live forever. Since they are destined to die, why do you care so much?"

Ziyi and Youchao were choked by Hengming for a moment and could not help but look at Suiren.

Seeing the expectation in the eyes of the two men, Suiren sighed and said slowly: "It is really too hard for us to bear it. Those human races worship us day and night, and they are extremely pious, kind and gentle, just hoping that we will bestow blessings on them. But in this catastrophe, we can only stand by and watch, which is not good for our Tao heart."

Several other people also began to beg, hoping that Hengming would revoke his decision.

But in the face of these people's crying, Hengming's attitude still seemed cold and hard, and he said indifferently: "Those human races still want to be immortal and eternal, why can't you realize this wish? Do you think it is impossible to do it, so you ignore it safely?

You will not be able to do anything during this catastrophe. We keep you on Yingzhou Island to save your lives and also for the sake of humanity. If your ancestors die, then the source will be lost. Where will the source come from?
You don't need to say more. Come to Yingzhou Island to practice in 100,000 years. The human race has its own path. If you stay in the race for too long, the human race will only be dependent on you forever and will never be able to grow. If you want to make the precious jade into a jade artifact, you have to chisel it with a knife and refine it with fire."

Without waiting for them to continue their appeal, Hengming waved his sleeves and immediately threw them out of Yingzhou Island. After doing all this, he couldn't help but shook his head and said, "Being in the mortal world for so long has made them develop many worldly roots. It seems that they need to be tempered."

The Five-Colored Deer hesitated slightly behind Heng Ming, but still stepped forward gently, poured him a cup of fragrant tea, and asked softly: "Why doesn't the master let those brothers and sisters take action and travel in the calamity, perhaps it can wash away the turbidity of the worldly world on them."

Heng Ming took a sip of the fragrant tea and said, "This catastrophe is so fierce. If something unexpected happens to them, where can I find some human ancestors? It has nothing to do with the heart of Tao, it only concerns interests."

The Five-Colored Deer suddenly didn't dare to speak anymore.

South China Sea.

Looking at the gradually receding Yingzhou Island, the three ancestors of the human race were filled with worry.

Ziyi couldn't help but ask, "Brother, are we really just going to stand by and watch without helping the human race overcome the calamity? What does Master mean?"

You Chao had already made up his mind, and said firmly: "Even if my master doesn't let me go, I must go! As the ancestor of mankind, how can I sit back and watch the suffering of the human race and go to the fairy island to practice and live? Isn't this ungrateful!"

Suiren scolded him, "Junior brother, be careful with your words. How dare you talk about our teacher here? If you do it again, don't blame me for being merciless."

After discussing it, the three of them could not come to any conclusion, so they had to return to the coast of the East China Sea and lead their people to build a protective formation and store food.

Time flies, and in the blink of an eye it’s already ten thousand years later.

During this ten thousand years, nothing major happened in the prehistoric world. After the Three Pure Ones became saints, they stayed in Kunlun Mountain and never came out. Although they established the Three Religions, except for Laozi who accepted a human named Xuandu, the Three Religions never accepted any disciples. The ban on the demon and witch tribes was lifted thousands of years ago, but the two tribes ignored each other. At most, there were small-scale battles, but major events like the ancestor witch's attack on the sky never happened again.

But no one would think that the two tribes of liches and wizards had restored peace. On the contrary, with the suppression of the two tribes' leaders, the atmosphere between them became noticeably heavier, and it was obvious that they were preparing for war with all their strength.

As the storm was about to come, everyone felt a sense of urgency. Except for some people who relied on their magical powers and dared to travel in the wild, almost everyone closed the door of their cave, for fear of falling into the catastrophe.

One day, thunder suddenly appeared in the prehistoric world, resounding through the void. Two powerful pressures came from the west, one in front and one behind, shocking the prehistoric universe. Almost all the great gods woke up in their caves, opened their Dharma eyes, and looked towards the west. Even the five saints of the time were no exception.

Hengming was in Taisu Heaven at the moment, discussing Taoism with Nuwa. Startled by the pressure, the two looked towards the west. Hengming couldn't help but smile and said, "It seems that these two junior brothers have finally taken the last step. It's a pity that they are still a little short. I think it's because we have been constantly stirring up the human river and encroaching on the fate of the West over the years that these two finally couldn't help it. It's true that success and failure are due to the West."

Nuwa looked at the two people at the center of the two pressures and shook her head, saying, "What a pity! Jie Yin was as good as me in Zixiao Palace, and now we are only a hair's breadth apart. In the end, we failed at the last minute. It's really a pity."

Three gazes were also heard from Kunlun Mountain, looking at the divine light shining in the west.

As these two forces of pressure exploded, thirty-six colors of precious light began to bloom in the West. The overlapping lights were like a veil that covered every corner of the Western land.

Thousands of scriptures are engraved in each ray of precious light, as small as a mosquito, but when you read them carefully, you will find that every word is like a pearl, leaving a lingering fragrance on your lips and teeth, and it carries the meaning of infinite freedom.

As the precious light spread, countless people saw these scriptures and couldn't help but feel longing.

The great infinite light, the great boundless light, the great unobstructed light, the great incomparable light, the great wisdom light, the great eternal light, the great pure light, the great joyful light, the great liberating light, the great peaceful light, the great sun and moon light, the great infinite light, twelve kinds of supreme Buddha lights emerged and transformed into two lotus platforms, supporting the two supreme Buddhas.

A man with a pale and thin face, a bitter expression, a divine light seems to flow between his eyebrows, and on his head are three milky white relics the size of bowls, floating up and down, emitting bright light, and answering the sufferings of all living beings. He holds a bamboo stick in his hand, and a sense of tranquility flows through him, which is very extraordinary.

The other person was white and fat, with a smile on his face, looking very festive. He had two buns on his head with flowers on them, and in his hand he held a golden staff that was neither gold, wood, fire, earth, nor water, and was inlaid with seven kinds of treasures, namely gold, silver, glass, coral, clam, red pearls, and agate.

There are three golden relics floating on the top of his head, and there is a huge Bodhi tree standing behind it, growing side by side with a green magical bamboo. Every move he makes attracts infinite Geng and Xin gold energy.

The way of heaven was shaking, and one secret after another appeared, and then disappeared into the dust. However, one secret was particularly conspicuous, and that was the rise of the West.

Jie Yin and Zhunti revealed their true bodies and said to the sky: "Now I, Jie Yin and Zhunti, have jointly created Buddhism to relieve the suffering of all living beings. Anyone who has resentment in their hearts can enter my Western Paradise and enjoy eternal peace, tranquility, and liberation. Anyone who enters my Paradise will never have a great disaster. All disasters will be borne by us. Buddhism, come!"

The heaven and earth shook, and countless sentient beings had the desire to enter the Western Paradise in their hearts, simply because the vows made by Jie Yin and Zhunti were so great and so tempting.

As long as you enter the Pure Land, you will no longer be troubled by disasters. Such temptation is incomparable for the prehistoric creatures who have experienced many disasters.

Thunder rumbled in the void, and all things shook. Then, wonderful sounds from heaven were heard. These were the scriptures of the Buddha manifested by the Heaven, and they were obviously reflecting something.

Boundless merit descended from the sky and also turned into a golden sea of ​​merit standing on the land in the west. It was shining with golden light and rolling with waves, very tempting. Two saintly fruits were floating in it, but this golden sea of ​​merit only appeared above the west and did not fall into the bodies of these two people. Then a subtle wave was transmitted, and the expressions on Jie Yin and Zhunti's faces immediately became very ugly.

Hengming couldn't help but laugh after watching it in Taisu Heaven, "Sure enough, although these two have made great contributions to the governance of the West and have gained a lot of merit, compared with the merit required for the position of a saint, these merits are too small, a drop in the bucket, not worth mentioning. Even if they establish a great religion, it is only enough for one person to become a saint. They must swear an oath and be on the same level as the Heavenly Dao before they can achieve the position of a saint."

Nuwa couldn't help but smile. The status of saints that the two of them achieved was obtained through their own strength and did not require any help from merits.

But if Jie Yin and Zhunti gave up their own paths and chose to take the position of saint, the merits required would be too huge. The Three Pure Ones had merits in creating the world and had special backgrounds, so they did not need to swear an oath, but these two were not so lucky.

Kunlun Mountains.

After Laozi glanced at the two people in the west, he closed his eyes again and ignored the outside world. Tongtian did the same. Only Yuanshi Tianzun sneered and said, "It's really ridiculous. He actually gave up his own path and turned to seek the position of a saint. It's pathetic. It's a pity that I am more pathetic than him."

Tongtian frowned slightly, but in the end he didn't say anything.

(End of this chapter)