Chapter 231 Knowing too much is not a good thing

Chapter 231 Knowing too much is not a good thing

Chapter 231 Knowing too much is not a good thing

The ground was spread out in a huge mandala pattern, and the eight petals of the eight-petal lotus extended infinitely in all directions under the feet. The statues of the four Buddhas and four Bodhisattvas appeared, and the twelve courtyards of all things turned into images of all living beings in the heavens.

There is no doubt that Wen Rui has entered the secret realm opened up by Great Joy Bodhisattva.

Immortals can open up space for their homes, and great masters of Western religions also possess similar abilities.

The exclusive secret realm opened up by the Buddhas and Bodhisattvas of the Western Teachings is called the "Mandala Pure Realm", also known as the "Ganzang Mandala", which means altar and place of practice. It is the palace of the Dharma Realm of all the supreme masters.

Western Tantric Buddhism claims that all the heavens and worlds evolved from the mandala of Vairocana Tathagata, but this statement is not recognized by the gods.

When believers meditate, they can visualize the mandala Dharma realm of the Buddha or Bodhisattva they believe in. No matter where or when they are, their consciousness can be projected into the mandala, just like practicing beside the Buddha or Bodhisattva.

The mandala of Bodhisattva is like the divine realm of gods, it is the world where the inner spirit is embodied.

This world is between reality and illusion, a different dimension that is neither material nor imaginary. Everything in this dimension is controlled by the Lord of the Mandala.

In the center of the huge mandala formation, an old monk wearing a bright yellow robe with one shoulder half exposed was sitting cross-legged in meditation.

The old monk's earlobes hung down to his shoulders, his lips were protruding and his nose was flat, making his appearance look quite strange.

Wen Rui recognized at a glance that the old monk was showing the true form of Chang'er Dingguang Immortal, the image of the immortal before he joined the Western Religion.

When you are in the Dharma Realm of your own creation, your appearance, body shape, and even gender can change at will. You can present whatever appearance you want with just a thought.

But when Mahaprajnaparamita Bodhisattva met Wenrui, he still looked like he was in the old days of the Conferred Gods Tribulation.

Wen Rui walked forward, came in front of the old monk, and performed the Jiejiao Daoyi to him.

"Disciple Wen Rui greets Grandmaster Uncle Ding Guang."

Everyone had their own opinions. The Long-eared Dingguang Immortal revealed his appearance during the Jiejiao period, and Wen Rui could only answer him as a disciple of the Jiejiao.

It has to be said that Wen Rui's seniority in Jiejiao is a bit low. As for the famous figures in the Conferred Gods, he has to call everyone he meets grandpa or grandma.

The old monk looked up at him with a bitter expression. He didn't say anything, but just shook his head slowly.

Taking out the scroll of the Jade Emperor's decree, Wen Rui handed it forward, followed the procedure step by step, and said: "This disciple is entrusted by the special envoy of the Heavenly Court and the Bodhisattva Guanyin of your religion to pass on this decree of the Jade Emperor to my uncle-master."

The old monk raised his hand to take the scroll, his expression still calm.

"I have finished my business here. I will not disturb my uncle's meditation any longer. Goodbye."

After handing over the scroll, Wen Rui bowed again and was about to leave.

The old monk still had that indifferent look, not moving a muscle, just staring at him intently.

Although he said goodbye, Wen Rui did not move. He was inside the mandala, and the owner of the mandala would not let him leave, so he could not leave even if he wanted to.

One was a monk and the other was a layman, one was sitting and the other was standing, they looked at each other, and the scene was a bit awkward.

"Little Rui'er..." The old monk spoke slowly, as if recalling: "That's what my senior sister called you back then, right?"

"Yes."

"I remember you. I have a deep impression of you." The old monk's tone was like an elder chatting with his children and grandchildren: "Back then, Master Tongtian summoned all the immortals to gather and held a swearing-in ceremony before the Ten Thousand Immortals Formation. You shouted at the top of your voice at the meeting, saying that this battle would be lost. I beg Master not to act on your own."

"Uncle Master, please forgive me for laughing at you. It's a pity that I was too insignificant to speak well of you back then."

Wen Rui said helplessly: "That shout didn't even cause a splash. No one listened to the failure argument of a mere mortal like me."

“It’s not that there are no people.” The old monk smiled bitterly and said, “I listened to your words back then. The more I thought about it, the more I felt that what you said made sense, so…”

"Eh? No way, Uncle Master didn't believe what I said and..."

Wen Rui was stunned. Even in the midst of a dangerous situation, his mood was not disturbed at all. However, these words stirred up huge waves in his heart like a hurricane.

The old monk said frankly, "I was already wavering in my heart at that time, but your words gave me the final weight and I made up my mind. When the master handed the Six Soul Banner to me, I knew what I should do."

Wen Rui was a little confused. Would the Chang'er Dingguang Immortal not rebel if he hadn't appeared?
"Uncle Master, please don't make random accusations. I never taught you to steal the banner and surrender to the enemy."

Wen Rui said: "My suggestion at that time was to ask the master to disperse the Ten Thousand Immortals Formation and not engage in a quarrel. Then kill all the traitors of King Wen of Zhou, and then kill Emperor Xin and Daji, and enthrone the new emperor of Shang. With both methods in place, the Chan Sect will no longer have an excuse to fight against our sect by using the righteousness of Heaven."

"The master is arrogant and would rather break than bend. How could he listen to such advice?"

The old monk smiled bitterly and said, "But I believed it very much at that time. I thought it was a perfect countermeasure that was most suitable for the situation at that time."

"Just like you said, the Ten Thousand Immortals Formation gathers all the Jiejiao immortals together, making it easier for the opponent to capture them all. Only by breaking up the whole into parts, standing firm on morality, making plans for the world, and taking things step by step, can we take advantage of the chaos to seize a glimmer of hope."

"I also overheard you advising Senior Sister Jin Ling, asking her to remind the Master not to give me the Six Soul Banner, a treasure that could determine the outcome of the battle, for safekeeping. You said that judging from my appearance, I looked cowardly and weak, and might turn against you in the middle of a battle."

The old monk pointed to his ears with extra-long earlobes and explained, "My innate magical power before I became a monk was based on these ears, which allowed me to eavesdrop on many secrets. I heard most of the things you, a little kid, said about me behind my back."

Wen Rui then realized that all the bad deeds he had secretly reported to Wen Zhong and the Golden Spirit Holy Mother about Chang'er Dingguang Immortal, as well as his analysis of the situation and advice to the Golden Spirit Sect's master and fellow disciples, had been overheard by Chang'er Dingguang Immortal.

As a result, those who should have listened to these advices did not, and lost their lives in vain on Juelong Ridge and in the Ten Thousand Immortals Formation.

People who shouldn't have listened actually listened to it, and took it as the golden rule, carrying it out to the letter.

"Why did I steal the banner and defect? ​​It was because I knew too much."

The old monk sighed and said, "After listening to your insightful advice, I know that if I don't use the Six Soul Banner, the Ten Thousand Immortals Formation will be defeated. When I used the Six Soul Banner, I remembered what I overheard from my master. I know that when this banner is waved, the four saints will die immediately. The saints will fall like a big star falling to the ground, and the heaven and earth will be overturned. Everything in the mortal world will be turned into dust, yin and yang will be reversed, and all living beings will disappear. The master will have no choice but to recreate the world by recreating the earth, fire, water and wind."

At this point, the old monk spread his hands and said, "Xiao Rui'er, you are a smart person. You come and teach our master uncle. If you were me in that situation, what would I do?"

The question was asked with a sincere tone, revealing a sense of grievance and helplessness.

Wen Rui could imagine how conflicted Chang'er Dingguangxian was at the critical moment five hundred years ago when he received the order from Tongtian Sect Leader to deliver the Six Soul Banner to the Sect Leader.

The war is irreversible. Waving the Six Soul Banner to curse the Four Saints will mean mutual destruction, and all living beings in the three realms will be buried with them.

What else could he do? If he didn't secretly send the banner to the saints of the Chan Sect and the Western Sect, it would only take a few seconds for Tongtian Sect Master to react and personally take the banner back from him.

It seems that stealing the banner and turning against one's own side is the only way to preserve the three realms and save all living beings.

(End of this chapter)