Chapter 397: Premium White Moonlight, a Gift from the Grand Monk

Chapter 397: The Finest White Moonlight, a Gift from the Great Monk

As Qi Yuan’s voice rang out, the six ineffable Buddhas turned their gaze simultaneously upon these ninety-seven true Buddhas.

No self-image, no human image.

No sentient-being image, no life-span image.

Buddhas of the past, present, and future gathered together.

Their marks were sublime, their wisdom boundless.

The holy Buddha Land trembled and fell into Qi Yuan’s hand, like a mere plaything—where was the sense of overwhelming majesty that a transcendent treasure should possess?

“I see the Tathagata; the Tathagata sees me as such.

This humble monk, Taihang, pays homage to all Buddhas!”

Taihang, the true Buddha of the Ultimate Truth, pressed his palms together and bowed to the six Buddhas.

The other true Buddhas, seeing this, felt their Buddha hearts cleansed: “We pay homage to the Buddhas.”

All ninety-seven true Buddhas bowed in unison, their voices solemn like the thunder of the great sun.

All the half-Buddhas also bowed: “We pay homage to the Buddhas!”

The sound pierced the clouds and spread across the entire Flowing Wind Realm.

Every cultivator, every novice monk, understood in that moment that the Buddha Land now had a Buddha.

Countless monks pressed their palms together and bowed toward the direction of Guiqi City.

“We pay homage to the Buddha!”

The ninety-seven true Buddhas seeing the Tathagata meant... the Buddha Land had gained a Buddha.

Witnessing this, Qi Yuan beamed: “Aren’t I generous enough? You lent me the Great Sun Golden Lotus, and I give you a Buddha in return.”

Not far away, the half-Buddha Cantuo, hearing this, felt sweat streaming down his forehead.

This man was serious!

And what he gave was truly a Buddha.

“But you’ve been generous too, tossing the Buddha Land straight to me.”

Qi Yuan held the Buddha Land in his hand, his gaze calm.

The Buddha Land resembled a relic, countless Buddha words scattered like stars, dense and endless—one glance and you could feel the profound, boundless depth of Buddhist teachings.

Within the Buddha Land, several immeasurable true words shone especially bright, flickering with the appearance of the Three-Time Buddhas, their Buddha sounds burning the heavens.

Taihang, hearing this, shifted his gaze.

The other true Buddhas felt bitterness in their hearts, unable to voice their sorrow.

The Buddha Land was precious, the very foundation of the Buddha Land’s sacred realm.

None of them, true Buddhas though they were, could control such a transcendent treasure—otherwise, wouldn’t they have unified the Buddha Land themselves?

And now it had fallen into this man’s hands—what was that about?

“Haha, just joking. This Buddha Land is useless to me,” Qi Yuan said, holding it with a carefree expression.

After all, it was a heavy treasure of the Buddha Land’s sacred realm. If lost, the Buddha Land might fall from the Fifth Heaven.

For one thing, he was a good man—he only borrowed money and never repaid.

For another, having a few wealthy white moons was better than a poor one.

Hearing this, the other true Buddhas breathed a sigh of relief, their eyes fixed on the Buddha Land.

But Qi Yuan waved his hand: “Wutian, I entrust this Buddha Land to you.”

The Buddha Land fell into Wutian’s hands. The disheveled Buddha Wutian curled his lips into a sinister smile.

The Buddha Land trembled violently, as if trying to break free.

Yet in Wutian’s grasp, it could not move at all.

The other true Buddhas, seeing this, felt their minds shaken.

They feared this disheveled Buddha might crush the Buddha Land with a single palm.

“Don’t worry. This Buddha Wutian is my... good friend, very reliable. He’s just playing a little joke with the Buddha Land, that’s all,” Qi Yuan said calmly.

Since he called them good friends, these Buddhas were indeed his friends.

At that moment, Taihang stepped forward, looking at Qi Yuan with reverence in his eyes: “May I ask the Heavenly Lord’s name?”

All the true Buddhas were deeply curious about Qi Yuan’s identity.

After all, if he were merely a Blood Lord from the lower realm, he could never be this powerful.

“In this realm, I am called the Blood Lord. In the Canglan Realm, I am the Blood-Robed Sword God. My full name... is Qi Yuan,” Qi Yuan said, his gaze steady.

The true Buddhas present all shifted their expressions, countless thoughts swirling in their minds.

Beside Chen Huan, the Kunxia Daoist felt his heart struck like a heavy stone.

“Cang...lan Realm... Blood-Robed Sword God!”

His eyes nearly split, his mind quaking.

This... damn it... He couldn’t help but look up at the ten suns, wanting to weep but having no tears.

As for Chen Huan, he hadn’t noticed Kunxia’s strange reaction; his own heart was also shaken.

No wonder he was his big brother—utterly incredible!

Creating miracles at every turn.

And then, Taihang’s gaze remained unchanged. He looked up at the sky and suddenly spat out a single-word mantra.

“Seal!”

In an instant, the connection between the Flowing Wind Realm and the upper realm was completely severed.

He had already cut it off before descending to the lower realm; now he added a double layer of protection.

After all, the matter of the Buddha was of great importance, and most of all... the Future Buddha.

If there were no future in the world, how could there be a Future Buddha?

If the Future Buddha existed, did that not mean that one day, the Buddha Land’s sacred realm could ascend to the highest three heavens?

In the Sixth Heaven, the realm of Great Ultimate Truth could be a hegemon.

The highest three heavens were mysterious and unspeakable.

And then, a look of compassion flickered in Taihang’s eyes.

“Enter my Ten Thousand Buddha Assembly, and enjoy bliss early!”

The vast Buddha sound spread.

In an instant, many cultivators hiding in the shadows let out screams of agony.

“Ah!”

"No!"

Even Kunxia the Daoist was locked in place by the Buddha's sound, his entire body bound.

Clearly, Taixing True Buddha was cleansing some hidden agents from the upper realms.

Enemies were sent to paradise.

Allies were restrained and their memories erased.

As for Kunxia the Daoist, he was not slain.

But the information concerning the Future Buddha—he instantly cut, erased, and replaced that segment from everyone's memories.

"This man must be the myth of Taihuang Palace, perhaps connected to the Canglan Realm," said Taixing True Buddha, seizing Kunxia the Daoist and delivering him to Qi Yuan's side.

Qi Yuan's expression was calm, showing no surprise. He reached out, and several jade slips fell into his hand.

At that moment, Kunxia the Daoist's soul perished, and his lifetime of memories was absorbed and digested by Qi Yuan.

"Heavenly Venerable, do you know how the Future Buddha... attained Buddhahood?"

Taixing True Buddha spoke.

Among the ninety-seven True Buddhas, six stepped forward, all gazing at Qi Yuan.

Including Taixing True Buddha, these seven True Buddhas were all True Buddhas of Ultimate Truth.

As for the remaining True Buddhas, they narrowed their eyes, sealing their five senses and binding this realm, preventing any information from escaping.

The conversation between Taixing True Buddha and that Heavenly Venerable was clearly not for their ears.

The memories of this day were of grave importance, and they too would cut and erase them.

"I just... cultivated and succeeded," Qi Yuan replied lightly.

"...Could you be more detailed?" Taixing True Buddha asked, his voice heavy. "The Immortal Realm has a past, a present, but no future."

Qi Yuan had heard Taixing True Buddha's words before.

On Wangyue Continent, his daughter Qi Jianjun had said that the Yang God had a past body and a present body, but no future body.

The Immortal Realm also had no future.

This was the consensus among all cultivators of the upper realms.

Now, with the sudden emergence of a Future Buddha, the True Buddhas of the Buddha Kingdom were naturally shaken.

The future was connected to the unspeakable highest three heavens.

If every True Buddha in the Buddha Kingdom could cultivate the future, the consequences were unimaginable.

"There's nothing detailed about it. I gave him the visualization method for the Future Buddha; he visualized it and achieved Future Buddhahood. Simple as that." Qi Yuan spread his hands.

Hearing this, Taixing True Buddha's expression shifted slightly, and he finally sighed. "The heavenly secrets cannot be revealed. It is this humble monk's fate not to behold it."

The other True Buddhas of Ultimate Truth all pressed their palms together and chanted sutras.

Clearly, they felt that this was because their own realms were too low to touch the future.

To rashly touch the future without reaching the Great Ultimate Truth might not be a good thing.

"Hey, now that my friends have become your Buddha Ancestor, could I ask my friend for some divine techniques as alms? What do you think?" Qi Yuan looked at Taixing True Buddha with a faint smile.

These single monks, advanced in age—according to the *Qi Yuan's White Moonlight Standard Manual*, they were the true candidates for white moonlight.

"The Heavenly Venerable requires divine techniques? We will exhaust the power of the Buddha Kingdom's sacred lands to collect them for you!" As Taixing True Buddha spoke, a jade slip fell into Qi Yuan's hand.

The other True Buddhas seemed to receive Taixing True Buddha's message as well, each condensing the divine techniques they knew onto jade slips and granting them to Qi Yuan.

Seeing this, Qi Yuan beamed. "Jackpot!"

He found this monk quite pleasing to the eye, with lingering charm!

After all, these divine techniques far surpassed what Shen Wushen or the Jade Maiden had given him.

This was the entire foundation of a Buddha Kingdom's sacred land.

"Tsk, how many starry golden cores will I get from this?"

In his fantasy, Qi Yuan felt a bit embarrassed.

He was even considering naming rights for the starry golden cores—maybe he should let a few of these monks have a say?

This time, he had obtained nearly ten thousand divine techniques.

Although many had high duplication rates, it was still quite good.

Just by deducing the Golden Core chapter of the *Qi Yuan Sutra*, he could condense several thousand more starry golden cores.

This trip was a massive profit.

Moreover, he had become something like the Buddha Kingdom's emperor father.

In the Nine Heavens, he now had some influence.

"Is Taihuang Palace very strong?" Qi Yuan asked at this point.

Kunxia the Daoist was merely a Myth, and though he belonged to Taihuang Palace, he didn't know much about it; many pieces of information he wasn't qualified to access.

Taixing True Buddha gave Qi Yuan a meaningful glance, as if guessing his identity.

"Taihuang Palace sits in the Sixth Heaven, almost at the peak of the Immortal Realm.

In the Sixth Heaven, the Great Sun Heavenly Venerable is a hegemon. Alone, he can suppress our Buddha Kingdom and keep us from lifting our heads," Taixing True Buddha said.

"Isn't the upper realm the Nine Heavens? If the Great Sun Heavenly Venerable is so arrogant, don't the people from the upper three heavens come down to beat him?" In Kunxia the Daoist's memories, there wasn't much about the upper three heavens.

But in the Nine Heavens, the higher one went, the richer the immortal aura, and the stronger the power stationed there.

"The upper three heavens are places that cannot be spoken of—cannot be said, cannot be passed on, only seen in person."

Mentioning the upper three heavens, these True Buddhas of Ultimate Truth all had a sense of profound reticence.

"Oh." Qi Yuan then said, "If I lead you and several Buddha Ancestor-level experts, can we raze the Great Sun Heavenly Venerable's Taihuang Palace?"

The Great Ultimate Truth realm was indeed formidable.

These seven True Buddhas of Ultimate Truth before him all gave Qi Yuan a sense of being hard to deal with.

Let alone the Great Sun Heavenly Venerable, who wielded a creation treasure.

"Difficult," Taixing True Buddha shook his head.

"Oh, it seems I'm still too weak.

Alas, this Great Sun Heavenly Venerable has no martial virtue—a big shot from the Sixth Heaven, yet he insists on bullying this little fledgling at the Half-Zifu stage!

He leaves the people no way to survive!

If he leaves the people no way to survive, the people will overthrow him!"

Qi Yuan was furious.

This Great Sun Heavenly Venerable was utterly inhuman.

Since ten suns hanging in the sky weren't enough... then what about a hundred suns, a thousand suns, ten thousand suns?

Quantitative change would also lead to qualitative change!

Taihang True Buddha looked at Qi Yuan, not daring to speak.

If it were before, when that Ten-Day Heavenly Lord challenged the Great Sun Heavenly Lord, he still felt it was indeed somewhat overreaching.

Now, having brought out the Future Buddha.

Things were completely different.

His clash with the Great Sun Heavenly Lord, he estimated, was a thirty-seventy split.

If victorious, the Buddha Kingdom might even… ascend to the Sixth Heaven.

The unfulfilled wish of the Great Sun Radiant Buddha would finally come to fruition in their generation.

What a great achievement!

“By the way, what day and date is it now in the Upper Realm?” Qi Yuan recalled something.

“The twenty-seventh of the second month,” Taihang True Buddha replied.

“The seventeenth of the seventh month… soon,” Qi Yuan said, his gaze deep.

The seventeenth of the seventh month was Jinli’s birthday.

The letter he had sent to Jinli, if nothing went wrong, would reach her hands on the seventeenth of the seventh month this year.

He wondered if by then he could annihilate the Great Calamity and ascend to the Upper Realm.

But… soon.

“Taihang True Buddha, could you do me a favor?” Qi Yuan said then. “Rest assured, I won’t let you work for nothing; you’ll definitely get something out of it.”

“Heavenly Lord, please speak,” Taihang True Buddha said, his expression turning solemn.

“Don’t worry, it’s a small matter, not difficult…” Qi Yuan told him what he needed done.

But Taihang True Buddha showed a troubled look: “Heavenly Lord, this humble monk cannot go.”

“??” Qi Yuan blinked. “Both in the Upper Realm, just one layer of heaven apart—such a big difference?”

“Under the illumination of the Creation Divine Treasure, even the Great Ultimate Principle cannot hide, let alone this humble monk,” Taihang True Buddha shook his head.

What the Heavenly Lord had entrusted him with was to infiltrate the Moon Goddess Palace…

That was the Moon Goddess Palace, a force no less than the Taihuang Palace.

In the core region, under the light of the Creation Divine Treasure, no other Heavenly Lord could possibly infiltrate.

To infiltrate also meant to be an enemy.

…

Inside the Buddha Pagoda.

The Buddhist debate continued.

The position of Holy Buddhist Son had stirred up tempers among many Buddhist Sons and Daughters, as well as the Thirteen Northern Demon Demons.

But in the end, with Bai Ze’s help and Ling Yayi’s assistance, Foolish Daoist won the position of Holy Buddhist Son.

Purple Lotus Buddhist Daughter grinned broadly, patting her chest: “Hehe, this time the Holy Buddhist Son position seems to belong to my Purple Zen Holy Land.”

The other Buddhist Sons and Daughters showed envy in their eyes, then their desires faded, turning back to calmness.

Ling Yayi said excitedly: “Foolish Daoist, remember to plead for the master. When stripping the Great Sun Golden Lotus, be sure to spare the master’s life, and also ask for some spiritual medicine for the master’s cultivation. This old man doesn’t want to take care of a master who drools all day!”

Master, from now on, I’ll protect you!

Ling Yayi was somewhat moved by his own sentiment.

He thought that if the master became a cripple, facing his tall and mighty figure, he would surely be too embarrassed to call him Southern Palace Big Dog anymore.

Thinking this, he found some solace in his misery.

Foolish Daoist shot Ling Yayi a glare: “I understand.”

Lightless Buddhist Son’s gaze was calm: “This humble monk is quite curious about this Blood Lord. He has obtained the fortune of a realm and also wields the power of reincarnation. Without the Great Sun Golden Lotus, he might have become a true Buddha.”

As he spoke, he seemed somewhat regretful.

Sometimes, a deeper connection wouldn’t have hurt.

Soon, with excited expressions, Ling Yayi and the others left the Buddha Pagoda.

When they emerged from the pagoda, they saw that the sky outside had already darkened.

The ninety-seven Quasi-Buddhas who had been seated in the heavens had all vanished.

The once lively Ten Thousand Buddhas Assembly was now desolate and quiet.

Seeing this, Ling Yayi grew anxious: “Where are the people? Where did they all go? They haven’t killed my master, have they?”

Foolish Daoist’s eyes also held worry.

But then, a Quasi-Buddha appeared, his gaze deep, with lingering shock in his eyes.

“A great event occurred at the Ten Thousand Buddhas Assembly; all Quasi-Buddhas have returned, leaving only this old monk to handle the matter of the Holy Buddhist Son,” the Quasi-Buddha said, looking at Foolish Daoist with kind eyes. “Are you the Holy Buddhist Son this time?”

Hearing this, Ling Yayi blinked and secretly transmitted to Lightless Buddhist Son: “This Holy Buddhist Son is too low-class, isn’t it? No one even came to congratulate?”

Lightless Buddhist Son was also confused, scratching his bald head.

“Could it be just an empty title? Will pleading still work?” Ling Yayi was panicking.

At that moment, Foolish Daoist spoke: “Venerable Master, I have luckily obtained the position of Holy Buddhist Son, but I have an impertinent request, and I ask the Venerable Master to grant it.”

The Quasi-Buddha nodded, his gaze very gentle: “Speak freely.”

“My master, the Blood Lord, did not intend to take the Great Sun Golden Lotus for himself.

If the Buddha Kingdom strips the Great Sun Golden Lotus, could it be done gently and carefully, and please spare my master the Blood Lord’s life!”

Hearing this, the Quasi-Buddha’s brow twitched, and his expression became flustered, losing his demeanor as a high monk.

“Hey, don’t talk nonsense, don’t slander people. When did our Buddha Kingdom ever want to dig out the Blood Lord’s Great Sun Golden Lotus? That’s a baseless accusation.”

“Ah?” Ling Yayi was stunned.

Foolish Daoist, Lightless Buddhist Son, and the others were also dumbfounded.

Then they heard the Quasi-Buddha say: “The No-Heaven Buddha once said that the Blood Lord should be… the Supreme Buddha. Now, the Blood Lord is the Supreme Buddha of our Buddha Kingdom!”

“…Supreme Buddha?” Ling Yayi was bewildered.

That word… why was it so strange?

And besides, I just attended the Ten Thousand Buddhas Assembly, and my master became the Supreme Buddha?

(End of this chapter)