Only at the Mahayana Stage Does the Reversal System Appear - Chapter 45

Chapter 45 It’s good to have a friend come from afar.

“Buddhist Wuzhi, long time no see. Are you going to Dao Sect too?”

“Donor Wang Bian, I’m going to the Immortal Artifact Appreciation Conference to broaden my horizons.”

The young monk and the scholar exchanged greetings, clearly a long-standing acquaintance.

Upon hearing this, the burly men lost even the slightest urge for revenge. Even the onlookers on the boat unconsciously straightened their demeanor, not wanting to appear too casual in front of the two. It was rumored

that Buddhist Wuzhi was the reincarnation of the Buddha. His birth transformed a small town into a Buddhist land, and even his parents bowed in worship and converted to Buddhism, a feat he couldn’t control. Upon hearing this, the old Buddha Xumi arrived immediately and accepted Wuzhi as his last disciple, officially designating him as a Buddhist disciple.

It was precisely because he was the reincarnation of the Buddha that his cultivation was so rapid. At the age of fourteen, he had already reached the Nascent Soul stage, breaking the record for the youngest to achieve this stage.

Jiang Li hadn’t even traveled through time when he was fourteen.

The Confucian scholar Wang Bian was a Confucian scholar. Though young, he was already the imperial tutor of seven small states. These seven states, thanks to Confucianism and the teachings of benevolence, had become states of gentlemen, where doors remained unlocked at night and lost items were not stolen.

Even Confucian scholars in the Spiritual Transformation stage sought his advice on Confucianism.

“Is the Buddhist disciple Wuzhi truly the reincarnation of the Buddha?” the Holy Maiden of Pure Heart asked curiously. She had heard of the legend of the Buddhist disciple Wuzhi and had even asked the old Buddha Xumi in person, but the old monk simply laughed and laughed, saying nothing.

He usually tried to evade her with the Buddhist saying, “The Buddha says, ‘You can’t say it! ‘

” If she hadn’t been unable to defeat him, she would have pried him open!

Buddhahood wasn’t something that just any Buddhist disciple could claim by reaching the Western Paradise. Only those with profound Buddhist teachings, possessing a sacred land in the Western Paradise, could be called Buddhas.

Jiang Li looked puzzled. “Is that what you’re concerned about?”

“Then what else?” the Holy Maiden of Pure Heart was puzzled.

“He could be your master’s master.”

“???”

“Your master, Taoist Nun Qingyu, likes him. Didn’t you know?”

“???”

Seeing that the Pure Heart Saint couldn’t process this news for a while, Jiang Li answered her question seriously.

“I don’t know. I’m not familiar with reincarnation.”

Jiang Li truly didn’t understand reincarnation. He’d lived for five hundred years and still hadn’t figured out whether he’d traveled through time or awakened memories of a past life.

“But Elder Buddha Xumi said that the Buddha-disciple Wuzhi’s Buddha nature is even greater than his. He intends to make him a candidate for the Human Emperor, a candidate for the title.”

“And regardless of whether he’s the reincarnation of the Buddha, I’m certain this young monk was an extremely powerful being in his previous life.”

Jiang Li narrowed his eyes at the Buddha-disciple Wuzhi.

“What did you see?”

The Pure Heart Saint knew Jiang Li’s deep knowledge of the soul.

“A soul that doesn’t match his age.”

In Jiang Li’s eyes, the Buddha-disciple Wuzhi’s soul was exceptionally strong and resilient. Though still at the Nascent Soul stage, it bore the marks of countless trials and tribulations—not what a fourteen-year-old monk should possess.

When ordinary people reincarnate, all traces of their souls are erased, becoming clean, new individuals. Jiang Li couldn’t discern who they were in their previous lives.

However, the soul of the Buddhist disciple Wuzhi was so resilient that even reincarnation couldn’t erase its traces. It could only be that his past life was too powerful, affecting his present life.

As for whether he was a Buddha, who knows?

“We’re about to pass through the Bai Ze Dynasty. Be careful!”

the captain shouted, alerting the guards on the flying boat.

Jiang Li could see clearly that normally the captain might have been speaking to the guards, but with Buddhist disciples and Confucianists aboard, it was clearly intended for these two.

Before he could finish his words, an eagle’s cry echoed from below, sending shivers down the passengers’ spines.

The strongest guard on the flying boat, a cultivator at the peak of the Jindan stage, felt his hair stand on end at the sound of the eagle’s cry!

An eagle demon at the Yuanying stage!

Yuanying cultivators certainly couldn’t fly, but bird demons were an exception!

The guards cursed inwardly. Normally, it would be a few Foundation Establishment Eagles causing trouble, or at most, a Golden Core Eagle Demon. What was going on? Was this little monk so fragrant that he’d even attracted the old Eagle Demon?

“The Bai Ze Dynasty, nicknamed the Bandit Dynasty, truly lives up to its reputation. Today, I’ve been enlightened.”

Even the sparsely acquainted Saint of Pure Heart had heard of the Bai Ze Dynasty’s nickname.

“There’s nothing we can do. The Bai Ze Emperor tried her best. The fact that the nation didn’t disintegrate was a testament to her ability. It’s all because she’s a half-blood Bai Ze, unable to suppress the Eight Vassal Kings.” Jiang Li was also frustrated by the Bai Ze Dynasty’s nickname.

The current Bai Ze Emperor was a hybrid of Bai Ze and Qilin, and resembled a white Qilin. This was a complete joke for the Bai Ze Dynasty. Were they supposed to accept the rule of a Qilin-looking Bai Ze Emperor?

“Demon beasts only recognize bloodlines. If the bloodline isn’t pure, they won’t recognize the Bai Ze Emperor, and he won’t be able to wield the nation’s destiny.”

Jiang Li had met the Bai Ze Emperor and thought he was quite handsome, but he didn’t quite understand the demon beasts’ reasoning.

“Emperor Bai Ze is only at the Fusion Stage, and so are the eight demon kings. She’s not me, who can defeat eight on her own. The eight demon kings, dissatisfied with Emperor Bai Ze, have each carved out their own territory, obeying his orders and instructions as he pleases.”

“The Bai Ze Dynasty was originally composed of demon beasts, and its order was the worst. Now that the eight kings are fighting for power, it’s no surprise that it’s become a den of bandits.”

However, it’s precisely because of the demon beasts’ disorder that human cultivators often come to the Bai Ze Dynasty for training, and they feel comfortable killing demon beasts.

An eagle demon appeared, its wings spread a full nine feet long, a faint golden hue adorning the edges, highlighting its noble lineage. It swooped down towards the pile of spirit stones used as fuel.

This pile of spirit stones was more valuable than the flying boat itself!

Buddhist disciple Wu Zhi and Confucian scholar Wang Bian attacked simultaneously, repelling the eagle demon. If it hadn’t been able to fly, it would have been captured by the two men!

“Donor Eagle, please put down your butcher knife and become a Buddha right away. Please stop.”

“Lord Eagle, burning, killing and looting are not what a gentleman does.”

The eagle demon turned a deaf ear to the two men’s persuasion and even wanted to spit.

The two men sighed simultaneously. Their teachings and enlightenment were only effective for those below the Golden Core stage, and were useless to this Yuanying Eagle Demon.

The young monk pulled out the Buddhist treasure, the Brahma Tower, from his arms and smashed it hard at the Eagle Demon.

The purple Brahma Tower was only the size of a palm, but it was as heavy as the sun and the moon. The Eagle Demon vomited blood when it was touched by the edge. Its wings were unable to

flap and it fell straight to the ground. Wang Bian threw out a copy of calligraphy with the word “Ding” written on it. Once it touched the Eagle Demon, it was unable to move and was obediently pulled back to the flying boat by the calligraphy. The Eagle

Demon was confused by this change and was caught before he could react.

“Using force is not good for your state of mind,” Wang Bian said with some embarrassment, which made the Eagle Demon want to cry. “Then don’t use force!”

The young monk Wuzhi was equally troubled: “Yes, yes, but he won’t listen. What can we do?”

“Try to persuade him again?”

“Okay.”

So the two of them placed the immobilized eagle demon in front of them, one reciting sutras on the left side, while the other preached about benevolence on the right.

The Buddhist scriptures entered the left ear and exited the right, only to be blocked by the righteousness and benevolence that entered the right ear.

The eagle demon’s mind was now filled with “A gentleman speaks of the prajnaparamita” and “Friends come from afar, how good, how good.”

It regretted it, deeply regretful.

(End of this chapter)