Chapter 155 He still has to thank me! (Subscribe)

"Good job, Yang Ling!"

Mahasthamaprapta’s eyes widened, the five finger marks on his face were all red, and his anger was like a raging fire, almost bursting out.

He stared at Yang Ling and said angrily: "You are unworthy of being a disciple of the Saint, yet you are so rude! You are challenging the dignity of my Western Church!"

When Meng Xiang saw Yang Ling take action, she suddenly felt a surge of joy in her heart.

Seeing that Dashizhi was furious, she cursed him fearlessly: "You were allowed to be so arrogant and domineering in the underworld, and you deserve this slap!"

When Dashizhi heard Meng Xiang's words, he became even more furious. He stretched out his hand and the nine-ring staff flew back to his hand with a "whoosh". The nine copper rings on the staff made an angry buzzing sound, as if they were also indignant for their master.

Just as he was about to make a move, there was a sound of breaking air in the distance. Several Western Sect disciples dressed similarly to Mahasthamaprapta flew over. The leader shouted loudly, "Stop! Mahasthamaprapta, what are you going to do?"

Upon hearing this, Mahasthamaprapta paused for a moment. He turned his head and looked at the leading Western Sect disciple. With reluctance and shame in his eyes, he called out:

"Brother Ksitigarbha!"

The Western disciple called Ksitigarbha landed next to Mahasthamaprapta. He was tall and had an extraordinary bearing, with an unfathomable tranquility in his eyes.

He nodded slightly to Yang Ling and Meng Xiang, expressing his apology: "I am Dizang, the senior brother of Dashizhi.

What happened today was indeed a mistake on the part of the Western Church. Please forgive me."

There was an unquestionable authority in his words, and it was obvious that he held an extraordinary status in Western religion.

Although Mahasthamaprapta was dissatisfied, under the pressure from Ksitigarbha, he had to put away his staff, stop speaking, and stand silently aside.

Yang Ling looked at Dizang and nodded secretly in his heart. This disciple of the Western Religion who was said to be imprisoned in hell forever seemed gentle on the surface, but even the seemingly unruly and unruly Dashizhi did not dare to refute him. This showed how great his prestige was among the Western Religion disciples!
It seems that this person should be a figure in Western religion.

Thinking of this, Yang Ling also returned the greeting, looked at Dizang and said: "Daoyou, there is no need to be polite, just make way for me."

He didn't want to get entangled with these Western disciples and only wanted to leave as soon as possible to find the jade bottle.

Dizang smiled slightly, but his expression was a bit serious. He looked at Yang Ling and said in a deep voice: "Da Shizhi's words were inappropriate and he provoked you to discuss Taoism with him. It was indeed wrong of him, but you slapped him directly, which was a bit too much. You must give an explanation."

"Let me explain?"

Hearing this, Yang Ling raised his eyebrows slightly, and said with a smile: "What's there to say? Wasn't that slap I gave her talking about the Dao?
When we were in West Kunlun, didn’t your fellow Daoist Master Yaoshi discuss the Dao with me in the same way? "

When Mahasthamaprapta heard this, he was furious. The five finger marks on his face looked like they were burning. He retorted angrily, "You are talking nonsense! How can you slap someone in the face when discussing the Dao?"

"Why isn't this a discussion?"

Yang Ling sneered and looked at Dizang: "Da Shizhi's practice is shallow and he doesn't understand the true meaning. But fellow Daoist Dizang, you are at a high level, don't you understand the mystery of that slap?"

Dizang was stunned for a moment, a thoughtful look on his face.

Dashizhi, who was standing by, was extremely angry and said angrily, "What was the mystery of that slap? It was clearly an intentional insult to me!"

Dizang turned his head and looked at what Dashizhi said, his brows slightly frowned. The latter immediately shut up, but there was still a hint of unwillingness on his face.

At this time, Dizang had already turned to look at Yang Ling, his eyes as sharp as torches, as if he could see through people's hearts.

"Forgive my ignorance. I really don't know what the mystery of that slap is. I hope you can teach me something."

Meng Xiang was secretly worried when she heard this.

Although Ksitigarbha has a gentle expression and is not as unkind as Mahasthamaprapta, he is definitely not a gentle and kind person.

If Immortal Yang Ling cannot explain the reason, I am afraid this matter will be difficult to resolve peacefully, and a fight will most likely ensue!

Although the Immortal Yang Ling looks very powerful, Ksitigarbha is also an extraordinary person. Moreover, he has disciples such as Dashizhi to help him, so he has the advantage in numbers!

If a fight really breaks out, the situation will be bad!
Thinking of this, she couldn't help but look at Yang Ling beside her worriedly, but she saw that he had an indifferent expression and a smile on his face, as if he didn't take these Western disciples seriously at all.

Under her worried gaze, Yang Ling smiled slightly and said slowly: "Since you want to learn, I will teach you."

Hearing this, Dashizhi was so angry that he almost vomited blood.

However, with Dizang pressing on him, he couldn't get angry. He just glared at Yang Ling with a pair of angry eyes.

Dizang and the others also looked towards Yang Ling, as if they wanted to see what he could do with that slap.

Under the gaze of the crowd, Yang Ling said slowly: "You are all disciples of the Western Sect, and you should all be practicing Zen.

What do you mean by Zen?"

"Humph."

Dashizhi smiled coldly and naturally could not respond.

Yang Ling didn't need him to pick up the conversation, and said with a smile: "If you don't know, let me tell you...

Zen is emptiness! "

As soon as these four words came out, Dizang's eyes suddenly lit up, as if he was very surprised by Yang Ling's words.

Yang Ling continued, "Mind, saints, and sentient beings, all three are empty. The true nature of phenomena is empty! There is no saint or ordinary person, no giving or receiving, no good or evil, everything is empty!
Everything in the world is like a dream, an illusion, a bubble, or a shadow. All dharmas are empty, neither born nor destroyed, neither dirty nor clean, neither increasing nor decreasing... All conditioned dharmas are like a dream, an illusion, a bubble, or a shadow, like dew or lightning, so we should view them in this way.

If the mind exists, everything exists; if the mind is empty, everything is empty!

So that slap I gave you was in vain!
Do you understand now?"

There was an imperceptible shock between Dizang's brows. He clasped his hands together and stared at Yang Ling deeply, as if his words had touched a corner deep in his soul.

He was silent for a moment, then slowly spoke: "Daoyou Yang Ling's words reminded me of Master's explanation of Zen in the past, 'All dharmas arise from the mind', if the mind is still, all dharmas are silent.

This realization is rare.”

At this moment, Dashizhi's anger seemed to be calmed down by an invisible force.

The anger in his eyes was no longer there, but became deep, and he frowned as if he was thinking about something.

Although he had acted somewhat rashly and hastily just now, his Zen practice was unfathomable, and he had even been praised by the Saint of Guidance, and was considered to have great wisdom.

At this moment, he seemed to hear something unusual in Yang Ling's words, and the waves in his heart began to ripple quietly.

Meng Xiang stood aside, watching the scene in front of her, and couldn't help but feel a little confused.

She didn't understand why Yang Ling's vague words could calm all these Western sect disciples down? How could Yang Ling's seemingly simple words make these Western sect disciples who boasted of their high cultivation level fall into deep thought? Was there really some profound truth in it that she had not comprehended?

She looked at Yang Ling and saw that he was still calm, as if he had anticipated the situation.

Seeing this, she couldn't help but admire Yang Ling even more.

The atmosphere suddenly became a little subtle. The originally tense confrontation now became subtle because of Yang Ling's words.

Finally, Dizang raised his head and bowed to Yang Ling: "Last time when I was in West Kunlun, I helped Junior Brother Ri Guang to realize the truth with my words.

Today's discussion of 'Zen is emptiness' has also benefited us a lot.

It seems that the meaning of this slap is indeed mysterious. If my Western religion is not good enough, please forgive me."

After saying this, he turned around and waved to Mahasthamaprapta and the other Western sect disciples, signaling them to make way.

Dashizhi glanced at Yang Ling, the anger in his eyes had dissipated, replaced by an indescribable complex emotion.

There was reluctance and indignation, as well as curiosity and surprise, and even a hint of admiration.

At Dizang's signal, he nodded silently, and then together with the other disciples, slowly stepped aside to make way.

Yang Ling nodded slightly, a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, he turned and nodded to Meng Xiang, motioning her to follow him and continue forward.

The two of them walked through the middle of the Western Sect disciples, one in front and one behind, and then slowly rode away on the auspicious clouds.

Meng Xiang watched this scene and admired Yang Ling even more.

This immortal from the human religion is truly amazing.

Not only did he slap Mahasthamaprapta in the face, but he also made the other party convinced and respectfully give way. This is not something that ordinary people can do!

How is this done?
Does the phrase “Zen is emptiness” really have such great magical power?
She couldn't help but ask Yang Ling in a low voice. When the latter heard her question, he smiled and nodded, saying, "What's that? If he meets someone who understands the situation, he will have to thank me!"

Meng Xiang curled her lips slightly. Although she admired Yang Ling's methods very much, she didn't think those Western disciples could really give in to this extent.

In her opinion, she was very lucky to be able to calm down the storm without resorting to violence.

At this moment, the voice of Ksitigarbha came from behind.

"Fellow Daoist, please walk slowly."

Yang Ling glanced at Meng Xiang and slowly turned around.

I saw Dizang riding a golden cloud chasing after him, clasping his hands together, bowing respectfully and saying: "I benefited a lot from listening to your words just now, but I forgot to thank you. I hope you won't mind."

Yang Ling returned the greeting and said with a smile, "Okay, okay, you don't have to be so polite, fellow Taoist."

"Your understanding of the Zen of our Western religion is so profound, which is really admirable." Dizang's tone was somewhat sincere, and he said seriously: "If you have free time in the future, you may as well go to the Pure Land of Ultimate Bliss. I believe that the two leaders will be very happy to meet you."

"If I have the chance, I will definitely come and bother you." Yang Ling said politely.

Dizang's eyes turned slightly, as if he had thought of something, and he asked, "Fellow Daoist, are you here to search for treasure in the underworld?"

Yang Ling smiled faintly, without disguising anything, and nodded frankly: "I have only been practicing Taoism for a short time, and have never been to the underworld. This time I heard that the Yellow Spring Secret Realm will be opened, so I came here to try my luck and gain some knowledge."

When Dizang heard this, a trace of admiration flashed in his eyes, he nodded and said: "So that's how it is, the Yellow Spring Secret Realm is a rare wonder that only appears once in a thousand years, and all the cultivators want to explore it.

The purpose of our trip is also to search for treasure.

I heard that several of the magic treasures of the Hongyun Patriarch were left in the Yellow Spring Secret Realm, especially his Nine-Nine Soul-Dispersing Gourd, which is extremely powerful.

However, there are dangers everywhere in that secret realm. If you don’t mind, we can take care of each other.”

When Yang Ling heard this, his heart moved slightly. He didn't know whether Dizang was testing him deliberately or just mentioned it unintentionally.

He nodded calmly, indicating his agreement: "Daoyou's suggestion is very good. We will travel together in the secret realm when the time comes."

"correct!"

Dizang seemed to have suddenly thought of something, and looked at Yang Ling and reminded him: "Daoyou must be careful of the Asura tribe on this trip.

This race was created by the leader of the Styx using the filthy energy of the sea of ​​blood. They are all extremely ferocious and unruly. No matter who they target, it will be a fight to the death!"

Meng Xiang, who was standing by, nodded and said with lingering fear: "Those Asura warriors are all crazy people who are not afraid of death!"

Yang Ling nodded, and then asked curiously: "Since the Minghe Patriarch will send masters from the Asura clan to search for treasures, will the Kunpeng Patriarch send someone?"

Dizang pondered for a moment, then slowly said, "They should send someone here. Not only them, but also many powerful immortals in the Three Realms, all coming for that ray of Hongmeng purple energy."

Yang Ling was not surprised either.

After all, that is the Hongmeng Purple Qi, which is known to be the foundation for becoming a saint!

The Taoist Ancestor bestowed a total of seven primordial purple auras, and the owners of six of them have all become saints!

How can one not be coveted by this seventh ray of primordial purple energy?

Even though so many years have passed, as long as the Hongmeng Purple Qi has not appeared in the world, it means that it is still possible to exist in the Huangquan Secret Realm.

Everyone who comes here has this thought to some extent...or rather, holds this thought.

He glanced at Dizang and said with a smile: "Thank you for your reminder, this journey seems to be more dangerous than I thought."

Dizang smiled slightly and said, "You are welcome, fellow Taoist."

Afterwards, he bowed once more, turned around and rode away on his cloud, leaving Yang Ling and Meng Xiang to continue on their way.

The two of them rode on the auspicious cloud and quickly traveled hundreds of miles.

Looking at the river bank that was almost identical to the one in the memory fragment, Yang Ling felt a little nervous.

Soon, a towering peak that pierced the sky like a sharp sword came into view. Yang Ling clenched his fists slightly, his heart beating wildly.

He remembered that when Patriarch Hongyun discarded the jade bottle, what he saw was this steep and dangerous peak!

In other words, the jade bottle was thrown into the Forgetful River nearby.

If the bottle was very heavy, or if Patriarch Hongyun had cast some kind of magical power on it, then the bottle would most likely still be at the bottom of the river!
(End of this chapter)