922.Chapter 922: Separated Body Transformed into Buddha
For a time, monks from the Faxing Sect, Faxiang Sect, Tiantai Sect, Huayan Sect, Zen Sect, Vinaya Sect, and Tantric Sect all went to the Pure Land Sect to investigate the situation. Naturally, no one was more shocked than the monks from the Pure Land Sect. The two Pure Land Sect monks
Xian Sheng and more than 20 returned monks appeared one after another. They were dumbfounded as they watched the small world of the Pure Land open with a "rumbling". At the same time, they also felt that the small world of the Pure Land began to move closer to the core of the Buddhist world.
In just a dozen breaths, the two mainstream branches of Buddhism, Tantric Buddhism and Zen Buddhism, were left behind and became the closest to the core among the many small worlds in the big Buddhist world. At the same time, the great power of aspiration was in the small Pure Land.
The heaven and earth were created in the world, and the mountains, rivers, sky and grasslands were created. The images of the Pure Land recorded by Zhang Jun in the "Sutra of Infinite Light in Past Lives" are all truly presented to everyone, and they are exactly the same.
This is created by the wishes of more than 60 million Pure Land Buddhist believers. Their spiritual power will act on the small world of Pure Land, transforming it into a pure land blueprint designed by Zhang Jun.
"The Small Pure Land World has reopened! The Small Pure Land World has reopened!" The monks of the Pure Land Sect were surprised and happy, cheering for joy, and many of them cried bitterly.
A sage figure suddenly said "Hey" and said, "No! Look, this little world seems to have an owner!"
It turns out that since the Small World of Pure Land was opened up, it has not been able to find a real inheritor until it gradually declined. I don’t know how many Buddhist masters wanted to become the master of the Small World of Pure Land, but they all failed. The reason
Without it, the core spiritual realm of this small Pure Land world is a quasi-Daluo-level spiritual realm. In addition, throughout the ages, the Pure Land Sect has a total of forty-seven emperor-level powers who have integrated their spiritual realms into it, eventually forming a
It is located in the combined realm, the small world of Pure Land, composed of forty-eight powerful spiritual realms.
Strictly speaking, the Small World of the Pure Land has transcended the category of the Small World. It is between the Small World and the Big World. However, because it belongs to the Big World of Buddhism, it can only be called a Small World.
The process of establishing the Pure Land Sect lasted for more than an hour. At this time, all the leaders of the eight Buddhist sects in China were present. Zen Master Huankong of the Zen Sect, Master Nagarjuna of the Faxing Sect, Master Huizhao of the Faxiang Sect, Master Yi Nian of the Tiantai Sect, Master Xuanzang of the Huayan Sect,
Master Nanshan from the Vinaya Sect and Master Huoyun from the Tantric Sect all came to watch the ceremony.
Zen Master Huankong clasped his hands together, shouted the Buddha's name, and said: "Excellent! The Pure Land Sect has revived. This is a blessing for Buddhism!"
Master Yi Nian smiled "haha" and said his conclusion: "I don't think this is the handiwork of the Pure Land Sect brother."
Sun Xiaochan didn't know when he appeared. He stroked his beard and said with a smile: "Zhang Jun is the only one who can do this. A few days ago, he went to Indochina to investigate the Apocalypse cult there. He didn't expect to get results so quickly."
"I can't figure it out!" Master Xuanzang of the Huayan Sect shook his head, "How could he reopen the Pure Land Sect after just returning to his true nature? And if you look at this situation, the Pure Land Sect has firmly surpassed our sect. No one except the great master can do this.
What a means!"
Master Nanshan of the Vinaya Sect snorted unconvincingly: "Unless Amitabha comes in person, even if all of us join forces, we will not be able to create such power!"
Before he finished speaking, a bell rang from the depths of the Buddhist world, and everyone's eyes suddenly widened. Zen Master Huankong said "Oh!" and said: "This is the bell from the Great Leiyin Temple in the deepest part of the Buddhist world.
What happened? How could this bell ring?"
All the great powers are also surprised and doubtful. You must know that since the founding of the great world of Buddhism, this bell has only rang three times, and every time something big happened. The first time the bell rang, the Buddha died, and the second time the bell rang because Buddhism was in it.
When the earth flourished and the bell rang for the third time, mankind entered the Age of Ending Dharma.
Now that the bells of Daleiyin Temple are ringing, what earth-shattering events will happen?
At this time, the Buddha above Zhang Jun's head in front of the Shwedagon Pagoda slightly raised his right index finger and clicked towards Zhang Jun. Zhang Jun immediately vibrated the Taoist womb, and 5.5 billion spiritual thoughts rushed out of the Taoist womb, and he entered the Pure Land in an instant.
The center of the small world.
All the great powers saw a piece of golden light falling down, condensing into the image of Zhang Jun.
"Eh? Is this Zhang Jun's clone? He obviously didn't appear as a saint, so how could he be a clone?" All the Buddhist cultivators were shocked and their eyes widened.
Sun Xiaochan was thoughtful, suddenly smiled and said: "The Buddha is about to appear!"
The monks were shocked, and then they arranged their clothes one after another. Some monks even combed their beards carefully, and then they all stood in two rows respectfully, looking longingly into the depths of the world.
"Sun Xiaochan, are you sure?" Master Nanshan asked him in a trembling voice. "Sakyamuni" is a respectful title for Sakyamuni, but the Sakyamuni mentioned here is the will of the world born in the Buddhist world, which is closely related to the propaganda of Western religions.
The God of heaven is at the same level. The will of the Buddhist world is equal to that of Buddha. It is no wonder that practitioners are so nervous and looking forward to it.
Even if they listen to one word or sutra preached by the Buddha, it will be a great blessing and boundless good fortune, something they can only dream of in ten lifetimes.
Sun Xiaochan also stood obediently in the two rows. He squinted his eyes and thought: "The bell of Daleiyin Temple rang earlier, so naturally something big was going to happen. You see, now that Zhang Jun has reopened the Pure Land, this must be a sign of the revival of our Buddhism.
, this is immeasurable merit, and the Buddha will naturally come out to reward him."
"What's the reward?" The cultivators asked nervously and excitedly, their hearts beating wildly.
Sun Xiaochan shrugged: "How do I know what the Buddha is thinking? Just look down!"
However, after Zhang Jun's clone manifested into the Pure Land, he looked at himself in surprise. He touched his hands and shook his legs for a while. It felt strange and interesting. He found that his thoughts were divided into two, one was with the original deity, and the other was with him.
Small world of pure land.
Then he saw all the Buddhist masters looking at him from a distance with complicated expressions, so he wanted to go over and say hello. At this moment, there was a sound of thunder in the sky, and there were phantoms of goddesses dancing and scattering flowers, and then hundreds of millions of golden lotuses poured out of the ground.
, the phantoms of the eight heavenly dragons also appeared to protect the Dharma.
A phantom of the Buddha, seemingly far away and yet close, appeared slowly in front of him. Zhang Jun looked carefully and found that this phantom was slightly different from the phantom that was transformed from the Buddha's eye relic, and its momentum was even more majestic.
"You have reopened the Pure Land, and your merits are immeasurable. You can be named Amitabha Buddha!" After the Buddha finished speaking, a golden cloud fell, and Zhang Jun put on a Buddhist robe. At the same time, a boundless power poured into his body, and his mind
Immediately, there was a golden relic with seven orifices and eight holes. This relic can receive and process the wishes of hundreds of millions of believers, which is equivalent to the "godhead" possessed by the divine body in the beginning.
As soon as the golden relic appeared, a lotus mark appeared between his eyebrows, a nine-grade lotus platform appeared under his seat, and a circle of bright light appeared behind his head, illuminating the world in all directions. As soon as he came out with this outfit, the cultivators over there had already paid their respects.
He fell to the ground and said, "Bow to the Buddha and pay homage to Amitabha!"
Especially the monks from the Pure Land Sect burst into tears. They were so excited that they wanted to hug Zhang Jun's thigh immediately.
Zhang Jun was stunned, he had become Amitabha Buddha? Isn't Amitabha Buddha a clone of the Buddha? How could he become himself? He suddenly thought of the Buddha's eye relic, and it suddenly became clear in his heart. He sighed softly and murmured to himself: "
I see!"
After the Buddha canonized Amitabha, he disappeared. Afterwards, the Pure Land shone brightly, causing a sensation in the wilderness. The great powers of the revealed religion also sent people to check and find out what happened here.
Zhang Junduan sat on the lotus platform. He let out a long sigh and said, "Buddha, you gave me a left eye back then. Today I give you 5.5 billion divine thoughts. Now we are even, right?"
Another bell rang in the Great Leiyin Temple. Zhang Jun nodded and said with a grimace: "I thought I got a big deal, but now it seems I still lost money!" After saying this, the connection between the clone and the original body gradually disappeared, and gradually
It no longer belongs to him. Strictly speaking, this clone has nothing to do with Zhang Jun anymore. He is Amitabha, the domain spirit of the small world of the Pure Land, possessing the strength of a quasi-Great Luo.
In front of the Shwedagon Pagoda, the phantom of the Buddha above Zhang Jun's head disappeared. At the same time, he felt a force falling from the sky and blending into his divine thoughts. This power was possessed by the 5.5 billion divine thoughts he had before.
Thoughts don't belong to him, but the power of divine thoughts has returned, so it's not too bad to think about it.
All the monks at the scene were immersed in great joy, and they didn't even know that Zhang Jun left the scene quietly. The moment after Zhang Jun left, a man wearing Buddhist robes and sitting on a lotus platform appeared where he was sitting.
, the one who looks exactly like him is Amitabha.
Zhang Jun left, and Amitabha Buddha took over and continued to preach. He said that the sky was full of flowers, the earth was filled with divine light, and even the birds in the forest and the animals in the mountains came to listen to the sutra.
Zhang Jun actually didn't go far. He stared blankly at the quasi-Daluo-level realm spirit who looked exactly like him but was not his own. Amitabha also nodded slightly to him, with a smile in his eyes and was very friendly.
At this moment, a road paved with pure white light descended from the sky. A young man, who was indescribably handsome, walked down step by step, with a white lotus blossoming under his feet. As soon as he appeared, the sun in the sky
It was no longer bright, and everyone felt a huge sense of oppression.
Amitabha stood up with a smile and said: "It turns out that he is the prince of the Taichu clan. He was not welcomed at a distance. What happened to him?"
The young man raised his eyebrows and said, "You actually know this prince, are you Zhang Jun?"
Zhang Jun frowned slightly, thinking who is this guy? Why are he looking for him? Then he observed with Buddha's eyes and felt that this young man's realm should be stronger than Hu Laosan, but he has not yet reached the realm of Quasi-Daluo.
"Awesome! This person has already taken two steps or even further towards Zhun Daluo!" Then he sneered again and gloated, "But he's still a blind bitch, that's not me!"
"I am not Zhang Jun." Amitabha answered honestly.
"It doesn't matter whether you admit it or not. Dare to preach in a place shrouded in the light of the apocalypse. This is a capital crime. You should die!" The young man said coldly. A single sentence could determine the life or death of others. Then he raised his hand and pressed it on the head of Amitabha Buddha.
Far away, three young white men watched excitedly as the young man from Taichu Divine Body took action. They were the founders of the Apocalypse cult. The blond young man clenched his fists and said viciously: "Kill him, kill him quickly!"
They spread rumors and visited the prince, and finally achieved the current situation. At this moment, they were both excited and satisfied, hoping that the prince could kill Zhang Jun in one fell swoop.
But they were wrong, so wrong!
Zhang Jun looked at all this happening with an expression of watching a good show, with a hint of ridicule on the corner of his mouth, and said word by word: "****!"
Before Prince Taichu's palm could reach the top of Amitabha's head, his vision blurred. Somehow, he was picked up by Amitabha and slapped with a big slap.
"Pa! I said it's not Zhang Jun, I said it's not Zhang Jun, I'm not Zhang Jun, I'm not Zhang Jun..."
Every time he chanted it, he slapped him, and after chanting it dozens of times in a row, the prince's white teeth were all knocked out. He was ashamed and hurt, and roared: "I will kill you!"
"What? You want to kill me?" Amitabha looked startled, then stretched out his hand to touch Taichu Prince's body, causing him to scream "Wow!" with a look of horror on his face.
After a moment, he took out a ball of misty white light from the other party and said, "You have no good thoughts in your heart, so how can you be qualified to have it to receive the power of your wishes?" After that, he rubbed his hands a few times, and the misty white light disappeared from him.
It flowed away through his fingers, flowed into the ground and disappeared.
Prince Taichu screamed: "My godhead! My godhead!"
Zhang Jun was having fun there when he suddenly saw a few rays of white light jumping up from the ground, rushing into his body from the soles of his feet, and all of them were absorbed by the Tao Fetus. This was a pure energy that could strengthen his spiritual mind. It was probably his
Twice the energy of all spiritual thoughts. Absorbing this energy in an instant, he looked at Amitabha in shock, and the other person actually blinked at him.
Zhang Jun's expression was very strange. How could this person's method of doing things be so similar to his own? Moreover, he was given such a big benefit but asked for nothing, as if he was intentionally trying to help him.
While he was thinking, Amitabha had already interrupted the Taichu Prince's legs and feet, and then sat under his buttocks and continued to preach. The eyes of the three founders of the Apocalypse cult almost popped out of their heads. Knowing that they had encountered a ruthless person, they did not look back.
He turned around and ran away, not even paying attention to the prince.
Zhang Jun thought for a long time, and then he had some calculations in his mind. He thought to himself: "After all, he is my clone. Maybe he can come back one day, but he still needs to have a good relationship." Thinking of this, he secretly sent a message to Amitabha.
, "Brother, do you want believers from other countries in Indochina to join in?"
"Good, this will strengthen your spiritual thoughts and help me." Amitabha nodded, "With this friendship, I can help you three times."
Zhang Jun was immediately overjoyed. Amitabha was a quasi-Daluo-level figure. It was a great blessing that he was willing to help three times, so he agreed without hesitation.
What he had to do next was the same as before. It took him a month to release 500 million divine thoughts one after another, and sent them into the consciousness of everyone on the Indochina Peninsula to help them practice. After doing this, he
He stayed for another half month. Throughout the Indochina Peninsula, more than 500 million believers chanted sutras day and night, which divided his spiritual thoughts into ten and began to absorb more vows.