Chapter 394: Did Buddha's Guidance Save You? Now that Buddha Has Arrived, Are You...

Chapter 394: Was It the Buddha’s Guidance That Saved You? Now That the Buddha Has Come, Is It His Guidance?

Liufeng Realm.

The forest was steeped in green; between heaven and earth, a verdant expanse.

Yesterday, it was still autumn with red maple leaves; today, it was spring.

Ning Tao stood on the mountain path, a look of recollection in her eyes: “This place was once a solitary peak, with many caves. When I was young, I hid here for a year.”

The Canary chimed in at the right moment, her eyes gleaming: “I remember a kind of red fruit that was especially delicious, but I’ve never tasted it again.”

Thinking of the caves, Qi Yuan tightened his grip on the small hands of the Canary and Ning Tao.

Within the Gate of Ten Thousand Demons, he had inscribed his innate divine ability and experienced the reincarnation of the great demon.

The enchantress who was meant to scheme and betray had been replaced by the Canary, who had burst in unexpectedly.

The Canary had followed him foolishly all along, playing the role of an unconventional enchantress, and had once taken him to a cave to live in seclusion.

“Do you want to go back in time and find that fruit again?” Qi Yuan said.

Ning Tao’s divine domain was related to time and space.

She could not reverse time, nor could she revive the dead.

But she could trace back through time, reshape a tree from before, and make it bear a similar fruit.

“No need. What was delicious then might only be delicious in memory. If I ate it again, it might be quite ordinary.” Ning Tao was very open-minded.

Her gaze fell upon the peak of the mountain.

A pagoda stood there, solemn and majestic, with bronze bells hanging from its ancient eaves.

As the bell tolled, it set the bronze bells ringing.

“I never thought that in today’s Liufeng Realm, the ten thousand Buddhas would reign supreme.” There was a trace of disappointment in Ning Tao’s eyes.

Once, the Blood Palace had been at its zenith, the greatest power in the Liufeng Realm.

Her Qi Yuan had slain the great enemy within the Gate of Ten Thousand Demons, killed the enchantress, and taken the Source of Annihilation with him as he left.

But after the Blood Lord vanished, the former Blood Palace lasted only a hundred years before collapsing.

As for the Blood Lord’s achievements, no one sang their praises anymore.

Qi Yuan understood Ning Tao’s thoughts. He smiled and said, “Why bother about unimportant opinions?”

Ning Tao nodded and said softly, “In today’s Liufeng Realm, Buddhist temples and monasteries are everywhere.

In another month, the Ten Thousand Buddha Assembly will convene. Those Buddhist disciples from the upper realms should all attend.”

Qi Yuan also pondered, “Do you think, given the nature of the Gate of Myriad Differences, it might appear when the Ten Thousand Buddha Assembly is held?”

He had his guesses about the opportunity for the Gate of Myriad Differences to appear.

It was when a major event occurred and the spiritual energy of a realm converged.

“It’s possible,” Ning Tao nodded.

Beside them, the Canary suddenly chirped joyfully, “Hehe, this wretched door is finally going to become my home!”

It was clear she harbored quite a grudge against the Gate of Myriad Differences.

After all, back then, that Blood Bead guy stared at the door all day long!

The Canary couldn’t understand it.

Was the Gate of Myriad Differences prettier than her?

Now that the Gate of Myriad Differences was about to become her home, she was in a good mood.

“The Buddhist teachings here are somewhat interesting, coming from the upper realm.

Doesn’t that mean all these baldies are my… moonlight?”

Qi Yuan mused randomly.

Those from the upper realm must possess many divine methods from above.

To Qi Yuan, the divine methods of the upper realm were all fodder for his *Qi Yuan Sutra*.

“How about we wander through the Liufeng Realm and beg for alms along the way?” Qi Yuan looked at the temple on the mountain. “It seems I have a deep affinity with the Buddha!”

This was truly an affinity!

After all, the techniques from the upper realm were deeply connected to him.

And these monks who could deliver Buddhist teachings were all his moonlight.

Though it might sound odd to call monks moonlight, true love cares not for worldly eyes.

The Canary’s eyes sparkled with anticipation. “Let’s go, let’s go! I’ve never begged for alms before!”

But just then, a frantic cry for help rang out.

Qi Yuan looked over and saw an old woman hanging in midair on a cliff beside the mountain path, clutching a pine root tightly.

Her face was filled with panic.

The pine root was showing signs of strain, as if it might snap at any moment.

Not far away, a young girl watched the scene, frantic.

“Someone, come quickly! Save her!”

The girl’s name was Bai Baixiang. She was naive and adorable, with considerable strength.

Unfortunately, she had caused too much trouble, and her master had sealed her cultivation.

Faced with the current situation, she could only panic, helpless.

Just then, a gentle voice came.

“Let’s start today’s good deeds with you.”

A flash of blood-red light streaked by and landed on the old woman.

The old woman was immediately lifted from the cliff and set down on the road.

Bai Baixiang breathed a sigh of relief. She quickly looked at the man who had saved her, her gaze momentarily frozen, and she blinked.

In this world… there was actually an admirer of the Blood Lord?

That blood-red robe was almost identical to her master’s, and perfectly standard.

No need to guess—an admirer of the Blood Lord.

Unfortunately, admiring the Blood Lord nowadays was just a “niche culture,” nowhere near the scale of faith in those bald monks.

When she saw the savior’s face, her heart leaped with joy.

Indeed, those who admired the Blood Lord were handsome men and beautiful women.

But when she saw the two women beside the handsome man, her gaze shrank, and a sense of inferiority welled up within her.

What exquisite grace, what peerless elegance, blessed by heaven and earth?

If one could obtain one such woman, one would die without regret. If one could obtain both, it was better to stay alive—otherwise, the regret would be too great.

Without hesitation, she hurried over to greet him, for it was rare to meet a kindred spirit on the road.

Yet the man in the blood-red robe looked at the woman, his expression kind: “Hey, according to how things have gone, you should say thank you to me.”

Doing a good deed and receiving a word of thanks is only natural.

The distraught woman finally snapped out of it; hearing Qi Yuan’s words, her gaze shifted slightly.

Say thank you?

She seemed to recall something, turned around, and gazed at the pagoda atop the mountain with a pious expression.

“I thank the Buddha for manifesting divine power and saving this faithful woman from peril.

This faithful woman will surely observe vegetarian fasts and chant sutras, worshiping the Buddha with sincerity!”

As she spoke, she even kowtowed a few times, her attitude most earnest.

This left Qi Yuan dumbfounded; he was somewhat displeased: “You thanked the Buddha, but shouldn’t you thank me?”

Yet the woman said, “You came to save me—all of it is the Buddha’s arrangement. This faithful woman naturally thanks the Buddha!”

For Qi Yuan, who had saved her life, her gaze held not a trace of gratitude.

Or rather, she did not wish to be grateful; if she were grateful, would she not have to offer recompense?

Most importantly, when she had just been in danger, she had prayed in her heart to the Buddha of this pagoda for rescue.

Clearly, it was the merciful Buddha who had manifested divine power and casually sent someone to save her.

Gratitude, naturally, should go to the Buddha.

Just then, Bai Baixiang ran over, anger on her face: “Some of these monks’ followers are the most disgusting.”

She used “some,” clearly not condemning all followers.

Qi Yuan heard this and smiled.

The followers of deities often have such a nature.

You help them, and not only do they not thank you, but they think it was the deity’s guidance.

“Are you sure this was your Buddha’s guidance?” Qi Yuan looked at the old woman, his expression calm.

The old woman met Qi Yuan’s gaze; even knowing he was an immortal master, she showed no fear—clearly a fanatic.

“In the temple here, a true Buddha stands guard, so naturally it was the true Buddha’s guidance!” the old woman declared firmly.

Toward Qi Yuan, she truly had not a shred of gratitude.

At that moment, the girl beside him seemed to notice the strangeness in Qi Yuan’s eyes and quickly warned, “In this pagoda, a Sixth Realm Half-Buddha is stationed—don’t do anything rash!”

A Sixth Realm Half-Buddha was of the Yin God realm.

Bai Baixiang thought Qi Yuan was about to lay hands on the old woman and hastily dissuaded him.

Qi Yuan smiled, looked at the pagoda on the peak, and extended a finger.

“You Half-Buddha in seclusion, come here—I have a question for you!”

His voice was vast, like a divine sound, and at that moment it resounded throughout the entire mountain. Within the pagoda, the ancient bell boomed, and Buddha light suddenly flooded forth.

Seeing this, Bai Baixiang was stunned; she covered her mouth: “That’s a Sixth Realm Half-Buddha—how dare you!”

Her master was a great figure from ten thousand years ago, a hegemon in the Liufeng Realm.

Ten thousand years had passed, and her master had also entered the Sixth Realm.

But even so, he kept his distance from these Buddhas of the upper realm.

After all, these Buddhas were not only powerful in strength but also had deep backgrounds.

They were utterly unprovokable.

Even the Blood Palace at its peak could not contend with these Buddhas.

And now, this man in the blood-red robe had shouted directly… what did he mean?

Qi Yuan’s voice rolled forth, echoing through the entire pagoda, and hundreds of monks erupted in fury.

“What petty scoundrel dares to clamor before the pagoda!”

“Why do you not bow when meeting a Half-Buddha!”

These monks were accustomed to throwing their weight around; someone shouting at them naturally angered them.

But deep within the pagoda, the Half-Buddha, whose body radiated golden light, was jolted awake.

Cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

This… realm?

Suddenly, golden light blazed within the pagoda, and the towering form of the Half-Buddha appeared.

Countless monks and devotees knelt devoutly.

A voice imbued with Buddha nature rang out at that moment.

“Benefactor, you have come to this humble Buddha’s temple—may I ask your purpose?”

In the depths of the Half-Buddha’s eyes was a look of wariness.

He was curious about Qi Yuan’s identity.

But behind him lay the sacred land of the Buddha Kingdom; he had no fear of ordinary Yin Gods.

“Come here, you!”

Seeing the Half-Buddha still prattling, Qi Yuan crooked his finger.

Instantly, the vital energy of heaven and earth was sealed.

The Half-Buddha’s face showed terror.

Even as Buddha light shone everywhere and his divine power surged, he could not struggle free.

His eyes revealed horror.

This was… Mythical?

And not just any Mythical!

The exalted Half-Buddha was dragged down by Qi Yuan like a chick.

All the monks were shaken, their hearts feeling as if something had shattered.

And the old woman’s face turned deathly pale.

For the majestic, solemn Half-Buddha, rarely seen by common folk, now hunched his back and smiled obsequiously at the man in blood-red robes like a lackey: “Senior, how has this humble monk offended you?”

The other party was a Mythical big shot.

In the upper realm, below the Yang God, a Mythical was also a regional power.

What was he, a mere Half-Buddha, but a fart!

And the woman’s illusions crumbled entirely; her face was ashen.

“I just saved her, and she said it was your guidance that made me do it—was it your guidance?” Qi Yuan pointed at the old woman and asked.

Just now, wasn’t it the Buddha’s guidance that saved you?

Now I’ve summoned the Buddha here, to confront him face to face!

Let’s see what you have to say!

Qi Yuan was a stickler for truth.

He was also meticulous in his actions.

If a stray dog on the road barked at him, he would sit down and reason with the dog for half an hour, until the dog apologized.

After all, living in this world, wasn’t cultivation all about freedom and joy?

The half-Buddha’s face shifted through shades of color. He looked at the old woman, then at Qi Yuan, on the verge of tears.

Is this it?

Just this trivial matter?

He had been hauled over like a chick.

His dignity—utterly lost!

And besides, this mythic being—how strangely he acted!

“How would this humble monk dare to guide you? It is you who guide me!” The half-Buddha was furious with the old woman.

Hearing this, Qi Yuan beamed: “See? Your own Buddha says I saved you, not by his guidance.

Now, won’t you say thank you to me?”

The old woman’s face turned pale; her faith crumbled within.

She stammered, but the words “thank you” simply wouldn’t come.

At that moment, not far away, Ning Tao’s eyes flashed with a chill: “Since it was the Buddha’s guidance, now the Buddha is here—let’s see if he guides or not.”

She glanced at the old woman, whose body once again floated over the cliff, her hand still clutching that tree root.

“Help…”

She let out a piercing scream, but this time, the true Buddha offered no guidance.

…

“Senior, this is all the divine arts this humble monk possesses!”

Inside the pagoda, the half-Buddha’s attitude was utterly humble.

He looked at Qi Yuan as if he were a plague.

Qi Yuan took the divine arts, grinning: “How many baldies like you have descended to the mortal realm? Are they all as rich as you?”

The half-Buddha was puzzled, yet curious about Qi Yuan’s origins.

“Two thousand half-Buddhas have descended,” the half-Buddha replied.

Qi Yuan’s eyes lit up: “I like you hairless ones.”

If he caught all those monks, how many divine arts would he get?

One divine art advanced the Stellar Golden Core chapter of the *Qi Yuan Sutra* as much as a new stellar golden core.

One divine art, one stellar golden core!

Qi Yuan was overjoyed.

The half-Buddha gave an awkward smile, daring not to respond.

Then Qi Yuan asked: “Help me find some people, as compensation for the misunderstanding you caused me.”

“Who?” The half-Buddha looked curious.

“Hmm, Bai Ze, and Yu Daoren, Ling Yayi…”

Qi Yuan was too lazy to search himself.

If he went looking, he might tear the Flowing Wind Realm apart.

After all, he was too powerful.

So better to let this half-Buddha do the searching.

“Bai Ze? Are you referring to the disciple of the Great Sun Radiant Buddha?” The half-Buddha’s expression shifted.

Not far away, Bai Baixiang’s expression also changed upon hearing this. She looked at Qi Yuan, suspicion in her eyes.

Her master was Bai He, who served the White Emperor.

And the people this blood-robed man mentioned later—weren’t they all… the former Northern Demon Thirteen Fiends?

Suddenly, her gaze fell on Ning Tao, astonishment on her face.

Could it be… Her heart raced.

Godfather?

Qi Yuan didn’t notice Bai Baixiang. He nodded: “Yes, what, do you have news of him?

He’s barely half a disciple to me, with some karmic ties.

From your expression, is he not doing well?”

Qi Yuan smiled lightly.

The half-Buddha’s heart trembled.

He couldn’t fathom who this mythic being truly was.

After all, Bai Ze was the disciple of the Great Sun Radiant Buddha, destined to unify the Buddhist realm and become the Buddha Lord.

How dare this man claim Bai Ze as half his disciple—was he not afraid of incurring such immense karma?

Or was he… not a mythic being?!

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(End of chapter)