diskusbooks Chapter 331 The Cold and Pure Human Buddha Child VS The Adorable and Devoted Demon Cat Emperor [7]
Chapter 331 The Cold and Pure Human Buddha Child VS The Adorable and Devoted Demon Cat Emperor [7]
Chapter 331 The Aloof and Holy Human Buddha Child VS The Adorable and Devoted Demon Cat Emperor [7]
An elder sighed, “The Buddha’s merits in the mortal world have long been perfected, but he has been slow to return to the upper realm, and in the end, he will find it difficult to break free from the shackles of the Heavenly Dao.”
“I have already advised the Buddhist disciple not to go in person, but…”
"With so many people making vows, the Buddhist disciple will naturally not ignore them."
The elders shook their heads and sighed.
For centuries, humanity had grown accustomed to the protection of this Buddhist monk. Whenever humanity faced a situation beyond human control, their first thought was of the great master Shiga. However, because Shiga was so lenient towards humanity, gradually, even for minor matters, humanity would vow to ask Shiga to intervene.
Shiga was a compassionate man.
He would not disregard human suffering, and he always remembered that he came to this world to save and enlighten people.
He had compassion for all living beings, but he forgot that he was no longer in the supreme Buddha realm, but was living in the mortal world.
The mortal world is a training ground, and human nature is even more unpredictable. The more Shijia is involved, the more karma he accumulates.
For monks and nuns, the key to spiritual practice is to minimize their involvement in karmic consequences.
Shiga has too much karma on his body, so he is destined to suffer a lot of backlash.
"Elders, there's no need for further words. Please help the Buddhist disciple circulate his energy first."
At that moment, a young voice rang out, and the elders all turned to look.
Jiang Xiyu followed their gaze and saw a young disciple wearing a crimson kasaya with vermilion dots on his eyebrows walk in.
Although he looked young, he was greeted by monks and elders along the way, who all clasped their hands in respect and addressed him as "Brother Jinglian" with great respect.
Jiang Xiyu had heard from the disciples in the temple that Shijia had a disciple with profound cultivation. This disciple had been with the Cibei Temple the longest, but his appearance was the same as Shijia's and would never age.
He was the one who had been with Shiga the longest, and no one knew his age. All that was known was that he had a red dot on his forehead, making him seem like a boy forever.
Jiang Xiyu noticed the faint golden light surrounding him and knew he was no ordinary person.
With that one glance, Jinglian seemed to sense something and looked over.
His gaze settled steadily on the corner where Jiang Xiyu was hiding.
There wouldn't be such a small thing in the temple, so Jinglian took a second look.
The elders looked over and noticed the pale golden cat tail peeking out from the corner. They explained, "This cat was brought back to the temple by the Buddha himself."
Jinglian frowned, seemingly somewhat surprised, and asked, "Did the Buddhist disciple bring this back personally?"
"Indeed, this cat has a connection with Buddha."
Since it was brought back by a Buddhist disciple, Jinglian naturally couldn't say anything.
A Buddhist disciple, with a mind as clear as a mirror, can naturally see the demonic aura emanating from this cat. Moreover, since the cat's demonic aura is not repelled by the Buddhist light, it must indeed be without malice.
Jinglian withdrew her gaze and then led the elders to Shijia.
During the ritual, the golden light in the shrine shone brightly. Gradually, the golden light transformed into countless silken threads, which gathered behind Shiga. Suddenly, a halo appeared behind Shiga, in which he sat cross-legged, his face magnificent and solemn, his demeanor sacred and noble.
The light softened his features, and in the halo, his elegant and otherworldly posture resembled that of a bodhisattva in a Buddhist grotto mural, as if he might drift away at any moment.
The monks present all knelt and prostrated themselves, but Jiang Xiyu stared at him in a daze, clearly feeling an uncontrollable flutter in her heart at the sight of that face.
In such a solemn and sacred setting, Jiang Xiyu's thoughts were nothing short of a desecration to Shijia. Jiang Xiyu quickly turned around and squatted in the corner, silently repenting as if facing the wall in repentance, and dared not look back again.
When Jiang Xiyu came into contact with Shiga some time ago, he hardly had any blasphemous thoughts. Perhaps it was because the Buddha's light softened the slightly sharp lines on Shiga's face that Jiang Xiyu indirectly thought of another person.
Thinking of this, Jiang Xiyu sighed and rubbed his forehead in exasperation. He really wanted to go back to the demon realm to see his 'wife,' who was another Shiga.
Just as Jiang Xiyu was lost in thought, a fierce aura suddenly came from behind him, sweeping out and knocking all the elders and monks to the ground, spitting out blood.
Jiang Xiyu's soft fur was blown up by the wind, and he was also pressed down, taking two steps.
When he turned around, the elders were already injured and collapsed on the ground.
The light in the shrine dimmed, and the wisps of golden light seemed to be about to break.
Jinglian asked the elders if they could still hold on.
The elders sat down cross-legged, expressing only their shame.
Their cultivation level was not as high as Jinglian's, so they couldn't have lasted that long at all.
Upon hearing this, Jinglian frowned, knowing that their spells were merely a drop in the ocean, and told the elders and disciples to leave first. Then, as if remembering something, Jinglian glanced at Jiang Xiyu in the corner and said, "I'd trouble the elder to take it out with him as well."
In his eyes, Jiang Xiyu was just a cat with a spirit.
Of course, there will be danger here.
The elders obeyed and stood up. One of the elders tried to hug Jiang Xiyu, but Jiang Xiyu cleverly dodged him.
He didn't want to go out.
Just as the elders were about to cast their spells, Jiang Xiyu entered the range of Jinglian's spell.
Seeing Jiang Xiyu walking towards Shijia, Jinglian quickly warned, "What are you doing coming over here? Don't get close, it's dangerous."
Jiang Xiyu strolled over.
Instantly, the golden light in the shrine, which had dimmed, shone brightly again, and the merits that had turned into golden threads behind Shiga, after almost breaking, reconnected.
As if finding a new vessel, in an instant, they poured into Jiang Xiyu's thin body like a drizzle, and his body began to float uncontrollably until his entire cat body was enveloped in Buddhist light.
Everyone was stunned, even Jinglian was taken aback by the scene before her.
After seeing it clearly, an elder exclaimed in surprise, "It...it is actually absorbing the merits of the Buddha's disciple."
"This is incredible! I've never seen a cat that can absorb merit before. It must be no ordinary cat..."
"Amitabha Buddha, such is the law of cause and effect."
The Buddhist disciple brought him back, and the cat just happened to be able to receive these merits. This is cause and effect, and also an arrangement in the dark.
They couldn't suppress those merits, but the cat, as the principal deity of the Pure Land School, was allowed by the Buddha to sit on the offering table, enjoy incense, and even climb onto the Buddha's head. Naturally, it was qualified to absorb them.
The monks greeted each other with palms together and chanted Buddhist mantras to show their respect.
This cat is a gift from Buddha.
It was because the Buddha could not bear to see his disciples suffer such backlash that he sent down this opportunity.
Jiang Xiyu, suspended in mid-air, closed his eyes and felt the infusion of those powers.
He was initially surprised and instinctively wanted to run away, but he found that these merits did not cause him any physical discomfort. On the contrary, the gentle power simply brushed over his limbs and bones, helping him cleanse the turbid meridians of the demon race.
Merit is continuously poured in, in countless threads.
As the power within his body accumulated, Jiang Xiyu, after accepting those merits, found himself unable to control his true form.
Its body was curled up, like the rise and fall of a heart, and the surrounding halo trembled.
In the hazy light, a figure vaguely appeared in the halo.