Chapter 371
The Buddha Mother Accepts Disciples
Mother Buddha?
Upon hearing this title, Zhou Sheng was startled.
In the Longhua Sect, the Buddha Mother is revered, even above the sect leader. Even the Four Dharma Kings must bow down and obey her.
His master had also told him that the Buddha Mother was the true founder of the Longhua Sect. The sect leaders come and go, but the Buddha Mother remains constant.
The master had also performed yin opera for the Buddha Mother and received a reward, but at that time, there was a curtain that could block out divine consciousness, so he had never seen the Buddha Mother's face.
In fact, it's not just the Master, an outsider; even many Longhua followers never have the chance to see the Buddha Mother in their entire lives. Being able to bow from afar through a curtain and hear her divine voice is already a great blessing.
That mysterious earth fairy woman who called herself Bixia Yuanjun, with a face that could topple kingdoms and a charming and alluring appearance, was actually the legendary Longhua Buddha Mother?
They even slept together for two nights?
Upon hearing the Buddha Mother's words, Yao Tai Feng was so angry that she stood up to speak, but Jin Se held her back tightly.
"Jinse, let me go!"
"Xiao Feng, this senior... isn't what you think. She just likes to... joke around."
Jinse explained softly, her gaze towards the Buddha Mother somewhat complicated.
Yao Taifeng instantly realized something was wrong, looked at her in surprise, and said, "Jinse, you already knew her?"
"It's not very early, just... in the next few days."
Suddenly, Yao Taifeng realized something and said, "No wonder your cultivation has improved so rapidly these past few days, and even your zither skills have become more refined. She has been secretly teaching you."
Jinse nodded, wanting to say something but ultimately unable to speak. Recalling what that senior had said these past few days, she suddenly felt a little afraid to look at Xiaofeng.
"Buddha Mother, have you been converted by Ksitigarbha's chanting all those years? Have you forgotten the humiliation of being suppressed under Mount Ling?"
Seeing that the Buddha Mother who had appeared showed no sign of making a move, the Bodhisattva couldn't help but provoke her.
At the same time, she sensed danger and for the first time completely lost control of the situation, secretly preparing to escape.
Before she could make a move, Zhang Sanfeng had already arrived first and blocked her retreat.
"If you are a Bodhisattva, why do you run away when you see this old Taoist? Could it be that you are... a demon in disguise?"
Zhang Sanfeng chuckled and made a joke, but his deep gaze sent a chill down the Bodhisattva's spine.
"Conversion? Sister, you're joking."
The Buddha Mother stretched slightly, then reached out and removed the Bixia Yuanjun mask from her face, revealing a charming face as radiant as a peach blossom.
Her skin resembled Ding kiln porcelain covered in fresh snow, its luster revealing extremely thin blue veins. Most striking was the beauty mark at the corner of her eye, like an unfinished ink droplet in a fragment of poetry, extremely eye-catching.
Every smile and frown exudes a natural charm; a single glance can make one's bones melt.
“The Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva chanted sutras in my ear all year round. I didn’t learn any Buddhist teachings, but he cured my sister’s insomnia. She slept very soundly every time. Later on, she didn’t even need him to chant sutras. Just looking at his face was enough for her to sleep peacefully.”
“Looking at my sister, she has the compassionate face of Guanyin Bodhisattva. I’m afraid that although she says she hates Buddhism, she has already converted to Buddhism in her heart.”
"you--"
The Bodhisattva's eyes flashed, and he said angrily, "With a formidable enemy at hand, we demons should unite as one. What nonsense are you spouting?"
"What you say makes sense, sister."
The Buddha Mother suddenly became solemn and said seriously, "Little Ksitigarbha, it seems that sleeping for one night is not enough. We need to pay more. Let's choose... her."
At this moment, the Buddha Mother pointed to Jinse.
"I've taken a liking to this girl and want to take her as my disciple, but she is your natal magic weapon, my disciple. How can she belong to someone else?"
"You only need to nod and agree to give her to me, and I will not take action today. I will not help either side. In front of Master Zhang, this little demon dares not speak recklessly."
Zhang Sanfeng did some calculations with his fingers and couldn't help but reveal a strange light, secretly transmitting his thoughts to himself.
“Young friend, although this woman is a demon, she is relatively restrained in her actions. She cultivates both Buddhism and Taoism, and her skills are truly remarkable. This can be considered a stroke of luck for that musician.” At this moment, Zhou Sheng had already obtained the result by using the Luo Shu divination method.
The divination results indicate that this mysterious Buddhist mother genuinely wanted to take Jinse as her disciple, and had no ulterior motives.
He took a deep breath and looked at Jinse.
"Although Jinse is my natal magic weapon, she is more of my friend than an object, so she naturally has the right to choose her own destiny."
Upon hearing this, the Buddha Mother smiled and said, "Little Ksitigarbha, you are quite enlightened."
She paused, then looked at Jinse and said, "Little Qin'er, would you be willing to become my disciple?"
Jinse looked at Zhou Sheng, then at Yaotai Feng, a hint of reluctance flashing in her eyes, but she still stepped forward and said, "Master... I want to... become her disciple."
Zhou Sheng nodded.
"it is good."
As he finished speaking, the Buddha Mother raised her jade finger and gently waved it, causing ripples to spread in the void, followed by the sound of a string breaking.
The next moment, Zhou Sheng and Jinse both trembled, a look of loss appearing in their eyes.
That unspoken, inexplicable connection and understanding, which was bound by destiny, came to an abrupt end with that single command.
It was a terrible feeling, as if a piece of my heart had been ripped out.
For some reason, he looked at Jinse as if possessed, and she was looking at him too.
A fleeting glint of tears seemed to appear in those clear, glassy eyes.
The scene of life and death intertwined within the dragon's belly flashed uncontrollably through his mind, inexplicably giving rise to a sense of loss and indescribable complex emotions.
"The deal is done."
The Buddha Mother took in the expressions of the two men but said nothing. Instead, she smiled with amusement and winked at Zhou Sheng.
The clandestine communication was terrifying.
"Little Ksitigarbha, do you want to come with your sister? Maybe we, master and disciple... can sleep with you together."
Whoosh!
Just then, the Bodhisattva suddenly transformed into a beam of Buddha light and fled, attempting to escape.
As soon as the Buddha Mother accepted the young zither player as her disciple, He knew that the situation was hopeless and that He had completely lost this game. If He didn't leave the game quickly, he might even lose himself.
He left in such a hurry that he didn't even have time to think about the Dragon Girl, Nian Nu Jiao, or the treasure trove of the City of the Wrongfully Dead.
"It's too late to leave now."
Zhang Sanfeng raised his hand, and a huge yin-yang fish phantom appeared between heaven and earth, swallowing him and the Bodhisattva at the same time like a black hole.
"White Bone Demon, follow this old Taoist to fight in the outer heavens, will this ruin the peace of this land?"
When their cultivation reaches their level, the commotion during life-or-death decisions is immense, and the slightest carelessness could bring natural disasters and harm all living beings.
Although this place is the Dark Sea, the fight may eventually lead to land, at which point Zhang Sanfeng will inevitably be constrained.
It would be better to simply drag it to the outer battlefield, where it can unleash its full power without restraint.
The yin-yang symbol disappeared, and in the sky, the sun shone and dimmed intermittently, the wind and clouds were sometimes still and sometimes moving, and the sea rose and fell, as if the aftershocks of the battle had traveled from afar and affected the weather of this world.
The Dragon Girl and Nian Nu Jiao were still feeling lost and disappointed.
At this moment, Monkey King raised his iron rod, while Zhou Sheng drew his broken precept knife.
One slays a dragon, another kills a demon! (End of Chapter)