Turns out I'm a Great Cultivator
Chapter 49: Becoming A Pawn In A Chess Game
Finally, the much-anticipated Meng Junliang casually walked into the tavern under the sharp 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 the gala to thank 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 rest sitting in their seats, they were treated to Dragon Liver and Phoenix Marrow, Flat Peach with Jade sauce. ”.
An incredible gala unfolded 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. The hearts of the Dragon and the Phoenix Marrow were presented beyond imagination!
They were dragons and phoenixes! This heavenly beast was born as a God. For cultivators, they should not be offended and should be worshipped. Who would have thought to eat it?
However, in the Heavenly Temple, the Heart of the Dragon and the Phoenix Marrow were only a few dishes…
It's hideous! It's hideous!
Although Qin Manyun was shocked, he did not forget to link any information with the possibility of its 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, Gods were not much different from cultivators.
What does he mean?
Qin Manyun continued to listen. The scholar remained at a steady pace as he continued to tell the story.
Many people take 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 Ghost. There were a total of thirty-five volumes, fifteen thousand one hundred and forty-four scrolls. They consist of the Way, the gate of truth…
“’I sent them to East Soil with good intentions. To teach one how to travel through thousands of mountains and rivers. To come to me for the Truth, spread them to the Eastern Land, teach others how to be living beings. The mountains remain 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 ‘Journey’ was about to begin, a loud hum resounded within Qin Manyun's head. Buddhism is about crossing to the east, seeking disciples to seek the truth from the west. Meng Junliang was appointed by his experts to walk westward. The difference is that one seeks truth from the West while the other preaches to the west!
Buddhism is about spreading its teachings to the world. So, why did the expert choose to preach to the west? What are the deeper implications?
When scholars reached the part of the story where Wukong was recruited to protect Tang Seng in pursuit of the truth in the west, Qin Manyun's breath became swift. Wukong is unruly and powerful. Why would he be willing to protect Tang Seng after being locked up in the 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 with ama. Since he could not move, he had to repent as he knelt down and pleaded.
“’Tang Sang said,’ If so, help me ride my horse. ‘
“Wukong gives up on his heart and soul. He tied a knot in a cotton bag, tied a horse, packed his luggage, and was ready to start the journey. Who knows what is in front of them? Looking 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 furious, sometimes hopeless and pale.
He understands!
He understood what the expert hinted at him!
However, after learning the truth, he felt even more lethargic than before. Great figures love to use the sky and the ground as their chessboard, toying with the fate of humans. It seems like this is 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 — weren't they just prearranged chess pieces? Then what if Wukong has some magic? Wasn't he ultimately conquered and subjugated, like anj*ng whose fate was determined by his master?
The bridge from mortal life to immortality has broken — isn't that the same as ‘circle fasteners’ placed on 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 very grim and bitter. “I think I know the reason why the bridge between mortal life and eternity is broken.”
Bridge damaged? Luo Shiyu stopped.
“Ya,” Qin Manyun nodded. “Cultivators like us strive for Eternity, but once you reach the end of the cultivation journey, you will realize that becoming an Immortal is impossible! In the last thousands of years, no events have worked.”
Luo Shiyu asked in disbelief, “What? How come? Are there not many legends that developed immortality? “
“Well, it was then, but now it is no longer,” Qin Manyun said in a low voice. “The Linxian Palace even tried to contact our ancestors from the Eternal Realm Above, only to be informed of 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 of news of cultivators becoming Gods in such a long time. Not to mention, he had also never met an Immortal from above in a long time.
The bridge between mortal beings and immortality has been broken?
Waw!
Qin Manyun stood up and walked out of the bar. He walked towards Meng Junliang.
Meng Junliang sat under the willow tree like the day before. Seeing Qin Manyun approaching him, he slowly opened his eyes.
“You understand?”
Qin Manyun bowed deeply. “I already understand.”
Meng Junliang smiled. “Tell 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 its experts, ” Qin Manyun said solemnly.
Meng Junliang looked pleased. “Looks like your understanding isn't too bad.
“However, not everyone qualifies to be a chess piece in the hands of an expert,” continued Meng Junliang. “World rules are rewritten by someone. Mr Li's appearance at such a time made it clear that he was in the game with another unknown existence! Each of his movements contained deeper implications. Even though I am nothing in Mr Li's eyes, I am willing to be a small pawn on his chessboard, doing whatever he wants me to do! ”