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Chapter 284 - 131 The Ultimate Divine Skill in the World, Traces of The Twenty-Four Generals_2

Chapter 284: Chapter 131 The Ultimate Divine Skill in the World, Traces of The Twenty-Four Generals_2

"You shouldn’t bother coming here for such trifles anymore,"

"Don’t claim to possess a pure and clear Buddhist heart if you still act like this."

"It’s been 60 years; don’t be like when you first came to the Central Plains, naively losing your purple-golden begging bowl and still having to pay that swindler."

"If it weren’t for Miss Gongsun’s kind heart, you would have been sold off."

The aged living Buddha paused, then brought his hands together in a gesture of prayer, a calm look in his eyes, and spoke softly,

"Miss Gongsun? This old Monk knows nothing of her."

"At such an old age, one tends to forget...,"

"Zu Wenyuan, you scruffy Taoist who can’t even defeat a bandit, could it be that you’re mistaken?"

Zu Wenyuan lowered his gaze and said nothing.

The Western Regions living Buddha scratched his head, his face once again wearing a bright smile, and said, "Well, there’s nothing to do about it. I’ve never drunk wine, otherwise, the number one in Mathematics could untie this complex knot for this old Monk. Such is the Red Dust of the mortal world, and so is this knot."

Clapping his hands, the monks and Taoists in the outer hall stopped in place. Suddenly, an object was drawn towards them, falling to the ground. It was a knot made of interwoven ropes, seemingly made of grass, yards long, and tied using various intricate methods into a chain, slowly interlocking.

The living Buddha smiled gracefully and said unhurriedly,

"But if there is anyone who can untie this knot of the Red Dust, this old Monk will take his leave immediately."

Everyone’s attention shifted to the knot.

Densely intricate, it was enough to make anyone’s scalp tingle upon seeing it.

"Otherwise, I will have to sleep on the floor here."

Zu Wenyuan chuckled, and the living Buddha pointed at the complex knot. Everyone fell silent, the knot looking like intertwined serpents, tangling among themselves. Untying it from one end would result in tightening it at the other end, the more they thought about it, the more it gave them a headache.

The living Buddha said softly, "This is formed by going against the ’Imperial Pole Worldly Scripture’; even you can’t undo it."

Zu Wenyuan looked to the outside and called, "Young friend, aren’t you coming over?"

Li Guanyi thought for a moment, patted the young Taoist Zhui Yue on the shoulder, and leaped in. He bowed with hands clasped in front of him, and Zu Wenyuan asked, "What do you think? Can you undo it?"

Li Guanyi replied, "Yes."

Zu Wenyuan looked toward the living Buddha. The living Buddha watched the youth; Li Guanyi said, "Master, forgive my offense." He strode forward, sword in hand. The sword gifted by Yan Daiqing was a sharp and costly weapon. With one strike, the cold light spread in all directions, breaking through the complex knot cleanly.

The living Buddha’s body stiffened slightly as he watched the youth raise his sword.

Thus, imitating the three thousand sufferings of human life and the chaos of the Red Dust, this world’s turmoil became the knot of the Red Dust.

Which he then cleaved apart under his sword.

The living Buddha was silent for a while and then said, "Indeed, the old Monk spent too much time weaving this knot and neglected there might be another path to answer this riddle. It seems, Zu Wenyuan, I cannot stop you now."

Zu Wenyuan did not reply. The living Buddha observed the youth before him, a gleam in his eyes. Just moments before sitting cross-legged, he suddenly appeared beside Li Guanyi, reaching out to grab the youth’s wrist and exclaimed, "Tsk, tsk, tsk, such a physique, such a temperament, truly a pure Yang body."

"My young friend, I see a lustrous glint within you and a faint light of wisdom in your eyes. You must have a destiny with our Buddhist Sect! Would you like to join us? I could offer you the very highest position, short of the living Buddha!"

"Please don’t consider," said the living Buddha. "That position is cursed. The old Monk was deceived into taking it, and now it’s stuck to me, and I can’t shake it off."

The Western Regions living Buddha was quite frank.

Li Guanyi thought for a moment, raised his sword, and with the nobility befitting an aristocratic family son, said, "I serve the Imperial Guard."

The living Buddha, surprised, let go and remarked, "So, you’re a member of the Emperor’s imperial guard."

"But, do you know of a member of the Imperial Guard named Li Guanyi?"

Li Guanyi broke into a smile, his expression sincere, "Master, do you seek him for a matter? I can pass on the message." The young Taoist Zhui Yue, who had climbed through the window, was stunned, watching the youth speak with a warm smile, without a trace of a ripple.

Lying as naturally as breathing.

The old Monk said, "Tell him that being too conspicuous in this world is not good, but if young people aren’t prominent, they wouldn’t be young anymore. However, if he really encounters danger, shaving his head to become a monk or leaving home to follow the Tao can save him from immediate peril."

This deeply tanned old Monk spoke sincerely.

Li Guanyi expressed his thanks.

Then the old Monk revealed his true character, a bright smile emerging,

"If he wishes, he can come to our Western Regions Buddhism. I will personally ordain him!"

Zu Wenyuan uttered a few teasing curses and sent the old Monk on his way. Thus, the monks and Taoists dispersed, Zu Wenyuan sent everyone else away and said, "This old bald head... alright, come, Guanyi, today you have come here to cultivate ’Imperial Pole Worldly Scripture.’"

Li Guanyi curiously asked, "This is...?"

Zu Wenyuan answered, "This Monk from the Western Regions, the living Buddha, is also human, from my generation. 60 years ago, we were all your age. Back then, he naively came to the Zen Ancestor Court in the Central Earth to visit and nearly got sold because he was too honest. They sawed at his arm with a serrated blade, poked his eyes with needles, but left not a scratch. The Monk, always smiling, didn’t get angry. Instead, panting, they had this Monk settle their accounts, until one day, seeing them insult a woman, he got angry."

"He lifted those men, smashed them against the stones, killing them, but he was still not strong enough, his Martial Arts not powerful enough. He got tied up and was close to death when he encountered someone from the Gongsun aristocratic family in the Martial World."

"At that time, we were young too, including the veteran who created the ’Breaking Formation Song’ that you’re cultivating, Miss Gongsun, and Chen Chengbi from the National Protection Manor. We too have roamed the Martial World together..."