I'M Actually A Cultivation Bigshot
become a pawn in a chess game

Chapter 49: Becoming a Pawn in a Chess Game

Finally, the much-anticipated Meng Junliang casually walked into the tavern under the excited gaze of Qin Manyun.

The entire tavern became quiet with only Meng Junliang's voice ringing in the air.

“Emperor gives orders to the Gods, grouping them accordingly. Three Qing, Four Wei, Five Lao, Six Si, Seven Yuan, Eight Ji, Nine Yao, and Ten Du.

“Thousands of Saints attend gala to thank the Buddha. These include the Four Sky Guards, Nine Elves, Golden Gate, Taixuan Gem Palace, and Dongyang Jade Palace. They invited the Buddha to sit on the Seven Jewels. With the others sitting in their seats, they served Dragon Liver and Phoenix Marrow, Flat Peach Jade sauce.”.

An incredible gala unfolds in the minds of the spectators. Even though it was only a story, none of them dared to make a sound!

The names and titles of the gala participants left them somewhat confused and numb, almost losing the ability to think properly. Dragon Liver and Phoenix Marrow are presented beyond imagination!

They were dragons and phoenixes! This Godly Beast was born as a God. For cultivators, they should not be offended and should be worshipped. Who would think of eating it?

However, in the Heavenly Temple, the Heart of the Dragon and the Phoenix Marrow were just a few dishes …

It's scary! It's scary!

Although Qin Manyun was shocked, he did not forget to link any information with the possibility of a deeper meaning. Since the scholar said that he would be tested today, he had to be careful!

He frowned, holding his breath.

The Heavenly Temple was celebrating the suspension of Wukong. It was similar to how these natural cultivators would celebrate after defeating their enemies! The loser would be stuck in the bottom hole, unable to turn around. The winners stay on top, partying and celebrating.

As for Dragons and Phoenixes, Gods treated them like how cultivators treated ordinary monsters. It seemed that other than their extraordinary strength, the Gods were not much different from the cultivators.

What's he hinting at?

Qin Manyun continued to listen. The scholar remained at a steady pace as he continued to tell the story.

Many people treat this as a story, although some people begin to frown in contemplation. There seems to be a hidden and shocking secret behind all this.

The story of how Wukong was locked up began to touch Buddhism a bit.

“When the students heard about this, they put their hands together and asked, 'Do you have the Tripitaka Sutra?'

“Buddha replied, ‘I have Dharma and Tibet. One talks about Heaven, and the other talks about Tibet, Earth, and Ghosts. There were a total of thirty-five volumes, fifteen thousand and one hundred and forty-four scrolls. They consist of the Way, the gate of truth…

“‘I sent them to the Eastern Land in good faith. To teach one how to travel through thousands of mountains and rivers. Come to Me for Truth, spread it to the Eastern Land, teach others how to be living beings. The mountains remain as a land of great blessing, with the deep sea as its pride. Who wants to come?'”

This, this, this…

Qin Manyun looked at Meng Junliang, with wide eyes.

As the 'Travel' was about to begin, a loud hum resounded within Qin Manyun's head. Buddhism is about crossing to the east, to seek disciples to seek the truth from the west. Meng Junliang was appointed by the expert to walk westward. The difference is that one seeks truth from the West while the other preaches to the west!

Buddhism is about preaching its teachings to the world. So, why did the expert choose to preach to the west? What are the deeper implications?

When scholars reach the part of the story where Wukong is recruited to protect Tang Seng in pursuit of the truth in the west, Qin Manyun's breath becomes even faster. Wukong is unruly and powerful. Why would he be willing to protect Tang Seng after being confined to a mountain for five hundred years?

Meng Junliang glanced at Qin Manyun. He spoke more than usual today. He only stopped once he reached the part where the fastening circle was placed on Wukong's head.

“Wukong listened to Tang Seng's teachings carefully. Since he could not move, he had to repent while kneeling and pleading.

"'Tang Sang said, 'If so, help me to my horse.'

“Wukong gives up on his heart and soul. He tied a knot on a cotton bag, tied his horse, packed his luggage, and was ready to start the journey. Who knows what is in front of them? Look forward to the next session.”

The scholar stood up to leave. Qin Manyun's face remained puzzled as she sat glued to her seat. His expression kept changing, sometimes angry, sometimes desperate and pale.

He understands!

He understood what the expert was showing him!

However, after knowing the truth, he felt even more lethargic than before. Great people like to use the sky and the ground as their chessboard, playing with the fate of humans. It seems all true!

The Buddha asked them to seek the Truth from the west. Isn't that all but arrangement? The so-called Tang Seng and Wukong—wasn't it just a prearranged chess piece? Then what if Wukong has supernatural powers? Wasn't he ultimately conquered and subdued, like a dog whose fate was determined by his master?

The bridge from mortal to immortality has broken — is it not equivalent to the 'circle of fasteners' placed on the cultivators here?

Could this all be governed by some unknown power? If they wanted to treat the creatures here like dogs, what else could they do?

Luo Shiyu saw her trembling and could not help but ask, "Sister Manyun, are you okay?"

Qin Manyun bit her lip. His face was extremely grim and bitter. "I think I know the reason why the bridge between mortal and immortality is broken."

"Bridge's broken?" Luo Shiyu stopped.

"Yes" Qin Manyun nodded. “Trainers like us fight for Eternity, but once you reach the end of the cultivation journey, you will realize that becoming Immortal is impossible! In the last thousand years, nothing has worked. ”

Luo Shiyu asked in disbelief, “What? How come? Aren't there many legends who have developed immortality?”

"Well, that was then, but not anymore" Qin Manyun said in a low voice. “The Linxian Palace even tried to contact our ancestors from the Eternal Realm Above, only to be told about the broken bridge. No one knows the reason behind it.”

“Tzz...” Luo Shiyu took a cold breath. This news was too shocking that his mind had temporarily lost its ability to think. This might as well be the greatest secret in this world! No wonder he had never heard the news of a cultivator becoming a God in such a long time. Not to mention, he had never met an Immortal from above in a long time either.

The bridge between mortal and immortality has been broken?

Waw!

Qin Manyun stood up and walked out of the tavern. He walked towards Meng Junliang.

Meng Junliang sat under the willow tree like the day before. Seeing that Qin Manyun was approaching him, he gradually opened his eyes.

"You got it?"

Qin Manyun bowed deeply. "I have."

Meng Junliang smiled. "Tell me more."

“The world is a chessboard and the creatures inside are chess pieces. With my lack of talent, I am willing to become a chess piece in the hands of experts, ” Qin Manyun said solemnly.

Meng Junliang looked pleased. “Looks like your understanding isn't too bad.

“However, not everyone will be qualified to be a chess piece in the hands of its experts,” continued Meng Junliang. “World rules are rewritten by someone. The appearance of Mr Li at such a time made it clear that he was in a game with another unknown existence! Each of his movements contained deeper implications. Even though I'm nothing in Mr Li's eyes, I'm willing to be a little pawn on his chessboard, doing whatever he wants me to do!”