Only at the Mahayana Stage Does the Reversal System Appear - Chapter 138

Chapter 138 The Wind Blows the Flag

Flutter. After returning to Jiuzhou, Jiang Li first visited the Buddhist temple with the Brahma Pagoda.

He happened to catch the Buddha Wuzhi giving a lecture, a truly exquisite spectacle. A myriad of fragrant flowers fell from the sky, a remarkable sight. The bodhisattvas and arhats in the fusion stage listened with closed eyes, nodding their heads unconsciously.

Originally, Wuzhi possessed only a natural apprehension of the Dharma, requiring further reflection and contemplation before truly grasping its true meaning. This was a future that lay ahead.

But after the death of the old Buddha Xumi, Wuzhi seemed transformed. His previously childish mind suddenly experienced a sudden enlightenment, his understanding of the Dharma approaching the truth, leaving even the most accomplished monks, who had cultivated for millennia, feeling ashamed.

The bodhisattvas and arhats all called Wuzhi the “Awakened One,” believing him to have achieved self-awareness, awareness of others, and the ability to be both self-aware and sentient.

Jiang Li knew that these bodhisattvas and arhats were not yet fully developed, unable to overcome their mental barriers. They knew Wuzhi surpassed them in Buddhist attainments, but they felt embarrassed because of their age and higher attainments. Unwilling to directly acknowledge Wuzhi as a Buddha, they used the term “Awakened One” instead. Awakened

One, however, was essentially the Buddha; the two were equivalent.

This forum was a grand event, with monks and nuns from all over Mount Sumeru in attendance, so it was inevitable that some would be distracted from their studies.

Jiang Li stood at the very back. In front of him stood a delicate, long-haired nun, about seventeen or eighteen years old. She was peeking at a romance novel titled “The Domineering Buddha Falls in Love with Me,” completely unaware that someone was silently watching her from behind.

Jiang Li had heard of the book’s author, “Teacher of Desire.”

Strangely enough, this wasn’t the first time Jiang Li had encountered this author. Five hundred years ago, when he was traveling throughout Kyushu, he’d often seen Teacher of Desire’s works sold at small stalls. It was said that the novel had already been around for three hundred years.

During these five hundred years, Teacher Qingyu has continuously released new works, mostly romance novels, with titles like “Rather Disappoint the Tathagata than You,” “The Fate of Past and Present Lives,” and “The Heartless Moon God, the Affectionate Immortal.” His inspiration is endless, and his output is astonishing, continuing to this day.

Jiang Li had never seen “The Tyrannical Buddha Falls in Love with Me,” but it might be his latest work.

This is a monk who has lived for eight hundred years, so his cultivation must be quite high. Jiang Li had a feeling it was someone he knew.

“Strange, who is this?”

Next to the little nun was a young monk, also about seventeen or eighteen, looking down at the health novel “Young Soldier,” secretly laughing. The author was Ye Yu Dai Umbrella.

Jiang Li turned away, feeling a little embarrassed. He knew the authors, Ye Yu Dai Umbrella’s true identity, were Ma Zhuo and his wife, the two leaders of the Human Emperor Palace, who were keen on having children.

“What’s so interesting about this?” The Brahma Tower couldn’t understand the monks and nuns’ behavior. To it, these books were meaningless, not as interesting as the scriptures.

Wuzhi was suspected to be the reincarnation of a powerful immortal. His soul was unique, having undergone countless trials and tribulations, leaving him with many scars. However, as Wuzhi discussed Buddhism and the scriptures, his scars began to heal, slowly but surely.

This was a scene only Jiang Li could witness.

Seeing Wuzhi lecturing on the stage, Brahma Tower smiled like an old father.

“What a wonderful child!” Brahma Tower was delighted. He had never expected the little creature to have grown so much. Even without him, he was sure he could still hold the position of Buddha.

He stole a glance at Jiang Li, wondering if he could escape again. This time, he’d find a more populated world, not another zombie-like Buddhist kingdom. Jiang Li

noticed Brahma Tower’s subtle movements and chuckled, unfazed by the possibility of his escape.

The lecture concluded, and the monks dispersed. Taoist Nun Qingyu, seated in the first row, quickly stepped forward, offering a cassock she had sewn herself.

“Look, the flag is moving! What a strong wind! Don’t get cold! Put it on

quickly.” Wuzhi was helpless. As a Nascent Soul cultivator, he couldn’t avoid the cold, so how could he talk about being cold? “Donor Qingyu, it’s not the wind that’s moving, it’s not the flag that’s moving, it’s the benevolent heart that’s moving.”

“Oh, don’t worry about what’s moving. Come on, put it on quickly. “

How could a Nascent Soul cultivator resist a Fusion Stage cultivator? Wuzhi couldn’t persuade Taoist Nun Qingyu and could only obediently put on the exquisitely crafted cassock.

Brahma Tower was stunned.

“This, this is outrageous! Wuzhi is only fourteen!”

“Fifteen.”

“Is it an age issue?”

“Yes, age is not an issue.”

Jiang Li and Brahma Tower’s noisy argument attracted the attention of the monks. Previously, they were so engrossed in the lingering sound of Wuzhi’s Buddhist teachings that they hadn’t noticed them.

“Emperor Jiang, have you found the Buddha’s treasure?” The Dragon-Subduing Arhat was overjoyed. Although Mount Xumi had quickly chosen a new Buddha and found peace, the old Buddha’s passing had left the people uneasy. Furthermore, with the Buddha gone, Mount Xumi no longer had a Tribulation Crossing Period, its strength greatly diminished.

Now, with the Brahma Tower, a master of spatial principles, at its helm, Mount Xumi could finally be considered truly stable.

“What Buddha’s treasure? Call it the Brahma Tower Master!” Another Arhat glared at the Dragon-Subduing Arhat. His unique nickname was the Unconquered Arhat.

The reason for this name was simple: he was a true dragon who had converted to Buddhism.

The Dragon-Subduing Arhat glared at the Unconquered Arhat. “You’re the only one who can talk! “

Due to their titles, the two Arhats often competed openly and covertly, a fact well known in the Buddhist community.

“Donor Jiang, thank you for your hard work.” Wuzhi walked off the stage unhurriedly to greet Jiang Li. His steps were steady and composed, a stark contrast to the one he had seen on the flying boat.

“Little one, did you miss me?”

“Little Tower, long time no see.”

“Buddha Master Wuzhi, you’re so kind. Please allow me to borrow the Brahma Tower for a while,” Jiang Li said, holding the tower. He hadn’t come to Mount Xumi to return the Brahma Tower, but to check in with the owner after finding the lost item.

Wuzhi was stunned, then clasped his hands and said, “If Little Tower agrees, I naturally have no objection.”

“What for?” The Brahma Tower assumed Jiang Li was returning it.

“Didn’t you say we could build spatial channels? Jiuzhou is too vast, and low-level cultivators lack effective communication. I asked you to build some spatial channels in Jiuzhou to facilitate travel.”

Jiang Li had thought of this even before the immortal artifact gained intelligence. Now that the Heavenly Demon had vanished and there were no external threats, he should focus on development and elevate Jiuzhou to a higher level.

Transportation was a crucial link. Building spatial channels would accelerate the flow of information and economic resources, allowing for the exchange of ideas and sparking new ideas from all corners of the world, ultimately leading to the better development of Jiuzhou.

“Let me make it clear first: my abilities are limited. I can only maintain twenty spatial channels simultaneously, and they require a significant amount of spiritual energy.”

“Twenty is more than enough. Don’t worry about the spiritual energy; there will be people rushing to help you.” Jiang Li wasn’t worried about the spiritual energy issue.

“Amitabha, this is an act of immeasurable merit. Little Pagoda, please accept it,” Wuzhi said. Although no merit had been bestowed upon the Nine Provinces, doing good deeds shouldn’t be done solely for the sake of merit, but out of a genuine desire to do good.

“Alright,” the Brahma Pagoda agreed. It didn’t need to worry about the spiritual energy issue, so there was nothing to worry about. It wasn’t difficult anyway.

“What is Sect Leader Qingyu doing here?” Jiang Li glanced at her, asking knowingly.

“The Red Dust Pure Land and the Buddhist sect are not far apart, practically neighbors. Of course, we’re here to exchange feelings,” Taoist Nun Qingyu argued.

Exchanging feelings with a monk?

The Brahma Pagoda felt threatened.

After agreeing with Wuzhi, Jiang Li brought the Brahma Pagoda to the Dao Sect.

Now that the Brahma Pagoda was in place, it was time to fulfill the promise of the Harmonious Bell.

(End of this chapter)