My Senior Brother is Too Steady Chapter 738 – The Sutra Man

In the Taiyi Cave Abode of the Golden Light Cave in Qianyuan Mountain.

At that moment, immortal light surrounded him layer by layer. From the mountain-protecting array formation to the cave-protecting array formation, to the hidden Heaven Shrouding Dharma Array in the secret chamber, everything had been activated.

Perfected Taiyi even stuck his head out from time to time to take a look at the abnormality in the sky.

It was as if the Dao Ancestor would appear behind them if they were not careful.

“That doesn't make sense.”

Perfected Yu Ding said softly. He looked down at the unconscious Nezha in front of him and pointed a finger at Nezha's forehead.

Yu Ding naturally saw the tattered images that surfaced in Nezha's heart. They were scenes of Little Nezha interacting with the high-ranking servant, Wang Chang'an, at Chentang Pass.

Wang Chang'an was naturally Li Changshou's disguise back then.

Why did Nezha think of that?

The memories of all living beings that the Dao Ancestor had modified with the essence of the world back then could only be resisted by Qi Refinement Warriors who had reached a certain level and were wrapped in their own Great Dao.

Perhaps, Perfected Yu Ding could help Taiyi and Duobao help the Fire Spirit.

Considering that Nezha and Yang Jian were gods in the Heavenly Courts, Perfected Yu Ding did not protect the two disciples at that time and allowed them to have their memories of Li Changshou altered by the Dao Ancestor.

Nezha had forgotten Uncle Chang'an's existence. What he lacked was filled by Li Jing.

Yang Jian had also forgotten Taibai Jinxing's true background. There were many shadows of Taibai Jinxing in his memories, but his understanding had changed. That was just the Jade Emperor's messenger. The Jade Emperor was arranging everything.

However, after hundreds of years, the memories sealed by the Dao Ancestor were actually broken by Nezha…

Perfected Yu Ding probed carefully and said, “That's indeed not reasonable.”

“No, that's reasonable.”

Perfected Taiyi stood at the side with his hands behind his back and said slowly.

“Why?”

“I'm just saying.” Perfected Taiyi smiled awkwardly. “It's fine. I'm just going to argue.”

Yu Ding was speechless.

“I'm thinking if this is a scheme.”

Yu Ding sighed and walked back to the meditation cushion at the side. He sat cross-legged and closed his eyes to think.

Perfected Taiyi went to his precious disciple and imitated him. He tapped Nezha's forehead with his finger and probed carefully.

The Perfected One thought carefully and said, “Actually, it's reasonable. In this life, Nezha is closest to his Uncle Chang'an. It could be said that his Uncle Chang'an has the greatest influence on him. However, from this, it could be seen that the blue ripple did not reduce the memories of living beings. Instead, it sealed that impression. Perhaps, I can find a way to restore his complete memories regarding Uncle Chang'an.”

Perfected Yu Ding said, “I'm afraid that it's another scheme. The Dao Ancestor wants Chan School to go against the Heavenly Courts and break Teacher's eternal undefeated luck. Then, he will attack Teacher. Now, Zhun Ti has died. Third Uncle-Master is imprisoned somewhere. Eldest Uncle-Master is sealed in the Purple Cloud Palace. Goddess Nuwa had long been restrained by the Heavenly Dao. Saint Jie Yin had lost power a few days ago and had retreated to the Primordial World. Only our teacher is safe and sound.”

Yang Jian said, “Master, I think that there shouldn't be such a plan.”

Perfected Taiyi smiled and sighed. “Why? Do you think that existence above the sky is afraid of being embarrassed? Ahem… So what if Nezha restored Uncle Chang'an's memories? In the end, the world is already like that. The Saint's great sects have retreated and the Heavenly Courts have risen. In fact, your Uncle Chang'an only has a different opinion from Grandmaster. This situation is their consensus. Since that's the case, why change again?”

Perfected Yu Ding looked at Taiyi, who winked at him.

He had to play a role for the Heavenly Dao. If the Dao Ancestor was watching this place, he would have a higher chance of survival.

The way of survival in the Primordial World.

“Then what should we do?”

Yu Ding asked, “Should we let Nezha recall it or seal this portion of memories for safety reasons?”

“Seal it.” Perfected Taiyi's eyes were filled with pity. He quickly made up his mind. “We can only seal it.”

Yu Ding stood up and walked to Nezha's side. He tapped Nezha's forehead a few times and gently chased away the shadow that appeared in Nezha's spiritual platform.

Perfected Taiyi wanted to say something but hesitated. His gaze was complicated.

Yang Jian was a little disappointed.

“Master, Uncle-Master, I feel that this memory is extremely important to us. This has nothing to do with right or wrong. It has nothing to do with the structure of the world. It also has nothing to do with the battle between the great sects. At the very least, we should know what happened and what kind of conflict happened. There should be an explanation for the right and wrong.”

“What's the use of knowing that? What's the use of saying that?”

The Grand Unity shook his head and said seriously, “It can't change anything. It will only cause more trouble.”

Yang Jian's eyes were clear and his expression was calm.

“However, if you don't even know the true appearance of this world, how can you say that you are executing justice for the heavens? How can you face the immortals of the Heavenly Courts?”

Perfected Yu Ding looked at his beloved disciple and said warmly, “Alright, I'll tell you something.”

The Grand Unity Immortal smiled and said, “I'll add a few more layers of array formations.”

“I'll do it.”

Yu Ding said calmly. Rings of colorful light waves spread out from his forehead and enveloped the entire Cave Abode.

The sleeping Nezha smacked his lips. He was destined not to hear those words.

Perfected Yu Ding said, “Yang Jian, you are much more stable than Nezha. You should not lose control when I tell you this. What do you want to know? Your background is deeply related to Nezha's Uncle Chang'an. Your parents are his in-name disciples. The reason why your mysterious technique is so powerful is because Uncle Chang'an has given you many benefits. A large portion of your current memories should not have been modified. The one who gave you mystic blood, led you into the Heavenly Courts, and protected you on the spiritual mountain was Taibai Jinxing, but they were not the Jade Emperor's orders. When he was in the Heavenly Courts, the Jade Emperor mostly listened to him. During the years when Uncle Chang'an was in charge of the Heavenly Courts' Divine Power, you, Nezha, and even the three Dao Sects were all arranged by him. I admire Uncle Chang'an the most. It was him who caused the variables in your body to dissipate and gave you an opportunity that exceeded your original limit.”

Yu Ding sorted out his thoughts and continued, “Actually, the Saint Slayers are not Zhao Gongming and his wife but Zhao Gongming and your Uncle Chang'an. That Saint-Slaying incident fundamentally changed the fate of the Primordial World. As a result, the Dao Ancestor had no choice but to remove his facade. He directly sent the Heavenly Punishment to destroy Jie School and pushed for the God-Conferment. The scene was rather ironic. The Dao Ancestor had said in ancient times that Purple Cloud Palace did not appear in the world. In the end, he still could not help but reveal a ferocious expression. This actually means that Uncle Chang'an is about to do what he wants to do. He wants the Dao Ancestor to disregard his dignity and directly attack to break the rhythm of his actions.”

Perfected Taiyi muttered guiltily, “Junior Brother, is it alright to call Dao Ancestor directly like that?”

Perfected Yu Ding said, “I cultivate the heart. It's a place that the Heavenly Dao cannot touch. The Heavenly Dao can deduce three thousand Great Dao, but it can't deduce the hearts of all living beings. Even if mortals fantasized, they could create strange worlds. No matter how much power the Heavenly Dao has, it can't deduce what the people in the world are thinking. He can only forcefully give them thoughts and erase them. That's all.”

Taiyi and Yang Jian nodded at the same time.

At that moment, there seemed to be no generation gap between them.

They sat in the Golden Light Cave of the Qianyuan Mountain and listened to Perfected Yu Ding tell the story of Uncle Chang'an.

“Hmm…”

Spirit Mountain, Ten Thousand Buddha Hall.

The master of the Buddhist Sect sat quietly on the throne. His golden body, which was hundreds of feet tall, emitted a gentle light. In contrast to the surrounding wooden fish and sutras, it looked especially solemn.

In the middle of the golden body, there was a small house that looked like a Mustard Seed Cosmos.

At that moment, Daoist Duobao was sitting in the pile of treasures. He was calculating how many numinous treasures he had spent to create the huge golden body. He was thinking about how he should lead the Buddhist Sect to victory in the future.

Since he was already there, he should take it easy.

Although he had been the Sect Master for some years and had arranged the spiritual mountain in an orderly manner, and the reputation of the Buddha was becoming more and more resounding in the world…

However, he was still not used to it.

Duobao did not know if it was Uncle-Master's Dharma powers or the power of the Heavenly Dao that was affecting his Dao heart at all times. It made him almost heartless and only had Dao nature.

It should be the power of the Heavenly Dao.

To put it bluntly, Duobao was actually just a “numinous treasure person”. If it were anyone else, the effect might be a little inferior, but it was not impossible to replace him.

Duobao smiled bitterly and summoned a Water Immortal Orchid Mirror. He looked at himself in the mirror.

He looked dignified. He had curly hair, a plump body, and a large earlobe.

Duobao sighed.

He was no longer as carefree as he used to be.

He did not know what his master's current situation was. Did his junior brothers and sisters who survived suffer a calamity in the trichiliocosm?

He would cooperate and agree to come to the Western Sect to snatch power. In fact, it was also the Grand Supreme Elder's promise to take care of the Fire Spirit and the others…

Duobao had been thinking all these years that if he could have half of Junior Brother Changgeng's schemes and half of his understanding of the Great Dao, he might be able to have an additional Saint-killing instead of the “family stealing” of the Western Sect.

It was boring.

At that moment, he was there. His Dharma body could not move, nor could his main body. It was like a door of the Buddhist Sect. It was also the pillar of the Buddhist Sect.

Now that the Saint had not appeared, Eldest Senior Brother Xuan Du and Junior Brother Changgeng of Ren School had left the world. Duobao was indeed one of the strongest experts. His strength was above those old mighty figures.

It was indeed a good arrangement for him to take charge of the Buddhist Sect.

At the end of the day, the Dao Ancestor did not take him, the Anti-Heaven rebel, seriously.

“Ah, Changgeng.”

Duobao sighed softly. Just as he was about to sleep, he saw two figures coming from outside the hall.

They were Wen Shu and Ci Hang, the Junior Brother and Junior Sister.

Now, they were Bodhisattva sages in charge of teaching. They were also famous scholars in the Primordial World.

Duobao perked up and activated his Dharma body. The golden body that was hundreds of feet tall shone and his eyes slowly opened.

Wen Shu and Ci Hang entered the hall and slightly disrupted the frequency of the monks knocking on the wooden fish.

Wen Shu lowered his head and bowed. “Greetings, Buddha.”

Duobao said slowly, “What's the matter?”

“Buddha,” Wen Shu said. “Now, there are many monasteries in the five continents. The Aparagodānīya Continent is filled with monasteries. There are countless living beings who have joined the Buddhist Sect.

Now, the Buddhist doctrine continued from the Western Sect. Although it was supplemented, it was not enough.

We have drafted the rules for the new rules of Buddhism. Please take a look, Buddha.”

After saying that, Wen Shu slowly pushed a scroll towards the treasure and placed it in the palm of the Dharma Body.

Daoist Duobao took a few glances and felt that although there were many rules, it was not a bad thing. If he could restrain the Buddhist disciples, there would be less chaos in the world in the future.

He said, “We'll promote it according to the method of a great scholar.”

Wen Shu smiled and said, “Yes, Buddha.”

Ci Hang, who was at the side, continued, “Buddha, although there are many Buddhist monasteries in the South Continent, these monasteries cannot enter the prosperous places of the South Continent. Moreover, the Buddhist Dharma is spread among mortals. It is often biased and unrealistic. Why don't you choose one or two eminent monks and teach them the Mahayana Buddhist Dharma in the South Continent? That way, you can protect the teachings and save all living beings.”

“That's good,” Duobao said warmly. “Then, you will be in charge of the Goddess of Mercy.”

Ci Hang immediately hesitated.

Whoever raised the question would solve the problem.

He had left the responsibility to others.

Duobao also felt a little embarrassed. A few streams of light condensed in the palm of his Dharma body and turned into a few emerald-green branches that landed in the jade bottle in Ci Hang's hand.

Postnatal Spirit Root, willow branch.

He would have some confidence if he gave them some benefits and arranged for them to do something.

Ci Hang could not say anything. She bowed and accepted the order. Suddenly, she recalled the guidance of the Saint.

“Buddha, why don't you give me another helping hand?”

Duobao asked, “Which helper do you want?”

“Recently, there have been rumors in the spiritual mountain that the Golden Lotus Treasure Pool will shine with treasure light from time to time…”

Before Ci Hang finished speaking, a golden beam of light flew out from the heart of the Buddha statue's brows. Its Dharma body instantly transformed to a size of ten feet. It sat on the golden lotus platform and appeared in front of Ci Hang.

A dignified aura spread out and was hidden by Duobao.

“Treasure light? Lead the way.”

Ahem, it was not an instinctive reaction.

Ci Hang and Wen Shu looked at each other and invited each other. They led the way to the lotus pond at the rear mountain of the spiritual mountain.

That place was relatively close to the place where the Saint was led to live in seclusion. Therefore, there were rarely any humans there. As time passed, it could not help but be desolate.

Duobao rarely left the hall. At that moment, he was in high spirits.

The spiritual mountain had changed drastically over the years. Palaces rose from the ground, and the entire spiritual mountain had been completely transformed. Even the mountain had expanded.

Buddha Ju Liusun, who was in charge of this matter, wanted to cultivate the entire spiritual mountain into a huge temple. He wanted to establish it as the cultivation ground of the Buddha and become the holy land in the hearts of thousands of Buddhist disciples.

Not long after, Duobao, Wen Shu, and Ci Hang arrived beside the treasure pool. Duobao sized it up from afar and sniffed it…

He had been tricked. There were no treasures.

“Is this the place?”

“This is the place.”

Ci Hang flicked her finger and a spot of treasure light circulated. The treasure pool immediately turned transparent.

At the bottom of the pool, a Golden Cicada was sealed layer by layer. It was lying in a corner and trembling its wings slightly.

Duobao naturally recognized the Golden Cicada's background. It was the Primordial Beast that had been accepted as a Saint's disciple, the Six-Winged Golden Cicada, Jin Chanzi.

Back then, he was almost killed by Junior Brother Changgeng, but he was saved by the Saint of the Western Sect.

Although Duobao did not appear, he witnessed the scene through the small window set up by the Immortal Vanquishing Four Swords beside his master.

Ci Hang said, “This Golden Cicada can be used.”

Wen Shu said, “The Golden Cicada is violent, cruel, and bloodthirsty. There are many capable people in the Buddhist Sect. Why use it?”

Ci Hang rarely argued with others. This time, he said firmly, “Just reconstruct its soul.”

Duobao saw something and said slowly, “The Golden Cicada is already dead. At this moment, he is relying on his innate mystical abilities to survive. Why don't we reconstruct his soul with the Dharma and teach him carefully? Since you are here, you are fated with the Buddhist Sect. You can naturally be used by the Buddhist Sect. You can also prove the principle of repenting in the sea of bitterness.”

Wen Shu pondered for a while. “Buddha is right.”

Ci Hang unintentionally looked at the residence of Saint Jie Yin. He sighed softly in his heart and continued to discuss how to deal with the Golden Cicada and how to let it play its role in the future.

Sometimes, she really did do things that put herself in a difficult spot because of her kindness.

Soon, the three of them decided on Golden Cicada's future.

Actually, most of them were talking about Ci Hang. Duobao and Wen Shu were listening.

That was Ci Hang's plan.

It was to first let the Golden Cicada recuperate and help it recover its essence and reconstruct its human body. This process would take hundreds of years.

After a few hundred years, she would let the Golden Cicada appear on the spiritual mountain. Then,she would let the Buddha take him in as a disciple and give him a background. Then, he would find an excuse to send him into the reincarnation and reincarnate into the prosperous place of the South Continent.

The Golden Cicada traveled from the east to the west and took the initiative to take the Mahayana Dharma back to the South Continent. It could naturally promote the Dharma in the place where the destiny of the human race gathered.

When the matter was settled, Duobao sized up Ci Hang and smiled.

“Great Scholar, are these words from the Buddha of all eras or the Heavenly Dao?”

Ci Hang was stunned. He smiled and replied, “Is it different?”

Duobao smiled and said, “Indeed, that's about right. Then, let's proceed like that. I'll let the Grand Scholar watch the entire process.”

“Yes.”

Ci Hang agreed. Her expression did not reveal her emotions, but she could not help but sigh softly in her heart.

Jin Chanzi's future was arranged just like that.

It did not have any right to know.

At the same time, in the Spirit Platform Mountain in the northwest of the South Continent,

Li Changshou sensed something and carefully pinched his fingers to deduce. He could not help but raise his eyebrows.

Will the Golden Cicada appear in three hundred years? Has the Sutra Selection been arranged?

Huh?

Isn't that the moment when the monkey learns to return and interact with the Heavenly Courts?

That's right. Jin Chanzi seems to have gone through more than one reincarnation. He has to go through nine or ten reincarnations.

Jin Chanzi…

Li Changshou maintained his meditation on the surface and began to ponder secretly.

He did not know if the rumors about Jin Chanzi that he had spread a long time ago would still be effective.

Chapter end