Chapter 389 Wheel Chapter

Chapter 389 Wheel Chapter

Chapter 389 Reincarnation
Ba Siba had never met Xu Qing.

When the two people's eyes met, the heart of the Tibetan leader suddenly shrank, as if it was grasped by an invisible hand - the feeling was indescribable, as if the causal line of past and present lives was suddenly tightened, and as if the bell of the fateful duel was ringing, everything was clear.

Ever since Meng Chixing was defeated in the spiritual battle with Xu Qing and retreated to Qinghai-Tibet to practice hard, Ba Siba knew that this fateful battle would come sooner or later.

In the eyes of ordinary people, the world is vast and boundless, with mountains, rivers, lakes, seas, city-states and countries, which are difficult to travel through in a lifetime; but for "them" who are at the top level of life, this world is like a narrow spider web woven by invisible silk threads.

The true meaning of life is never about its length. Even Peng Zu, who lived as long as the Southern Mountains, is just a drop in the ocean compared to eternity. For Ba Siba, the moments of brilliant bloom in life are a thousand times more precious than the long years of mediocrity. Only by colliding with strong people of the same level can life burst out with the most dazzling light.

As the leader of Tibetan Buddhism, Ba Siba shoulders not only the responsibility of his own practice, but also the rise and fall, honor and disgrace of the entire Tibetan Buddhism sect, as well as the faith of thousands of Buddhist monks.

As an individual, he can accept failure calmly and regard it as a test on the path of spiritual practice; but as a symbol of Tibetan Buddhism, he cannot afford to lose and cannot lose.

Back then, he defeated the Quanzhen Sect with his exquisite Buddhist debates in front of Kublai Khan and won supreme glory for Tibetan Buddhism - that battle was not only for his personal practice, but also for the future of the sect.

Now, Xu Qing, the hope for the revival of Quanzhen Sect, has come to him on his own initiative, and Ba Siba has no choice but to do so. This is the cycle of cause and effect, the arrangement of fate.

Looking at the Taoist priest in front of him with an indifferent expression, Ba Siba felt a trace of envy in his heart: he envied Meng Chixing's free and easy attitude, his ability to face failure calmly, turning setbacks into nutrients for practice, and moving forward towards the supreme path without distraction.

Looking at myself, I am burdened by the rise and fall of religious sects and worldly honor and disgrace, and it is difficult for me to truly be able to pick up and let go.

These thoughts flashed through Bashiba's mind like lightning, and then his aura suddenly changed.

His pupils suddenly shrank into needle-like shapes, and golden Buddha light gushed out from the top of his head. Strangely, the Buddha light actually seeped out wisps of black lines, which looked like Sanskrit and curse seals, exuding a mysterious and dangerous aura. The moment their eyes met, these black lines turned into thousands of thin rays of light, wrapped in a powerful spiritual power, and pierced into Xu Qing's eyebrows like a sharp arrow.

This was by no means an ordinary martial arts attack, but the supreme spiritual method of Tibetan Buddhism, "Changing the Heaven and Striking the Earth" - this method used spiritual consciousness as a knife to directly dissect the opponent's heart and soul, and build an indestructible cause and effect cage in the spiritual world. Once trapped, it would be like falling into eternal reincarnation and it would be difficult to break free.

Xu Qing felt as if a huge hammer exploded in his mind, and the scene in front of him shattered and reassembled rapidly like a kaleidoscope.

When he regained consciousness, he was shocked to find himself in a vast chaos: looking down, his limbs and bones had disappeared, leaving only a trace of consciousness attached to a tender green seedling. The leaves were still stained with crystal morning dew, and the roots were deeply rooted in the warm soil. There was endless emptiness all around him, and only above his head, there was a faint chaotic air surging like a tide.

"Is this... one of my past lives?" Xu Qing felt a hint of surprise, but soon calmed down.

As a Taoist, he had long understood the cause and effect of reincarnation, but he had never thought that he would be a plant in his previous life. The seedling grew silently in the chaos, and time lost its meaning here: after countless tens of thousands of years, the leaves turned from tender green to deep blue, the branches gradually became thicker, and the roots spread like a dragon until they touched the end of heaven and earth.

He could clearly feel the primordial purple energy contained in the chaos. Every strand was like nectar, nourishing his spirit and making his consciousness grow stronger with the passage of time.

At some point, a huge crack suddenly appeared in the sky, like a crack when the world was first created: three giant golden birds with lava-like flames flapped their wings and came over. They held the stars in their claws and swept the clouds with their tails. They were the three-legged golden crows carrying the sun on their backs in ancient mythology. The leading golden crow let out a long cry, and the sound resounded throughout the chaotic space. It actually landed directly on the branch of the ancient tree that Xu Qing had transformed into, and began to weave a nest with star fragments and clouds. When the golden crow's beak held the first ray of water from the sky and dripped onto the branch, Xu Qing felt a burning sensation that went beyond pain - it was not the burning of ordinary fire, but the laws of heaven tempering the spiritual consciousness, and the primordial purple energy reshaping the origin.

"Three-legged golden crow. Fusang tree." Ancient memories flashed through Xu Qing's consciousness.

According to legend, the Fusang tree on the shore of the East China Sea is a sacred tree that connects the three realms of heaven, earth and man. Ten golden crows take off from here every day, carrying the sun across the sky. At this moment, every piece of material used by the golden crows to build their nests carries the original laws of the creation of the world, and every flap of their wings carves a mark of time and space in the void.

The moment the Bird's Nest was completed, the chaotic energy suddenly boiled like porridge and turned into stars in the sky. The huge red sun rising in the center was the first ray of yang essence when Hongmeng was first judged.

The moment the three crows came carrying the sun, the Fusang tree suddenly burst into a golden light. The golden flames burned from the branches to the roots, but did not destroy the ancient sacred tree. Instead, it allowed its spiritual consciousness to continue to sublimate like a phoenix reborn from the ashes.

However, at the peak moment when his Yang essence was burning his body, the severe pain suddenly turned into a coolness that penetrated his body, and Xu Qing's consciousness fell into another afterimage of reincarnation like a meteor in the night sky -

He found that he had turned into the osmanthus tree in the Moon Palace that was cut down by Wu Gang.

The cold air of Taiyin was like billions of silver needles, piercing into every vein of the branches and condensing the primordial purple air into ice crystals. Every time Wu Gang's axe fell, it not only split the tree trunks, but also severed the boundary of time and space. The gushing moonlight and blood condensed in the air into ancient seal characters of "Taiyin Lianxing". That was the unique law of longevity of the Moon Palace, but it was also a curse of eternal reincarnation.

"The extreme yang turns into the extreme yin, so this is the cause-and-effect trap that changes the sky and strikes the earth." Xu Qing's spiritual consciousness circulated in the annual rings of the laurel, and finally understood the killer move of Ba Siba: it was not a simple mental attack, but through the reverse inference of the law of cause and effect, the opponent was trapped in a closed loop of "past and present lives", and the paradox of imbalance between yin and yang was used to strangle the true spirit. The extreme yang of the hibiscus wood and the extreme yin of the laurel tree formed a dead knot, like two poisonous snakes biting each other's tails, causing the spiritual consciousness to exhaust its strength in an endless cycle.

At this moment, a clear phoenix cry sounded from deep in the annual rings of the laurel. Xu Qing's spiritual consciousness was like riding a dragon in the sky, overlooking the stripped Fusang Zhiyang giving birth to the sacred Wutong tree on the shore of the East China Sea: two colorful divine birds brought the five elements essence to build a nest, the golden-winged roc spread its wings to form a yin-yang fish pattern when it hatched, and the five-colored peacock spread its tail feathers to circulate the innate five elements light.

Yin cannot exist alone, Yang cannot grow alone. The principles of Yin and Yang have never been one of opposition, but of mutual generation.

The feathers of the golden-winged roc bird turned into yin and yang fish, and the tail light of the five-colored peacock resonated with the Guishui essence of the laurel, condensing into emerald clouds of "water, wood and Qinghua" on the top of Guanghan Palace. Xu Qing's spiritual consciousness suddenly broke through the boundary of yin and yang, and the roots of the laurel penetrated the core of the moon star, and the absorbed extreme yin energy met with the remaining yang essence of Fusang in the trunk.

In an instant, the two extreme forces collided to produce the clear light of the beginning of the universe, illuminating every corner of the Moon Palace: emerald moss grew on the jade steps, new buds sprouted from Chang'e's jade pestle, Wu Gang's axe splashed with the vitality of the Blue Emperor, and the silver carp in the cold pond turned into dragon seeds that exhaled purple air.

"When yin reaches its extreme and yang is born, we can understand why the elixir of immortality must be planted on the moon." Xu Qing's spiritual consciousness swept across the transforming Guanghan Palace, his eyes filled with wisdom.

He saw that every brick and stone was reconstructing the patterns of the road, and the ground paved with cold jade gave birth to the innate Bagua formation. The Taiyin essence that originally froze time was now compressing thousands of years into an endless cycle.

The shadow of a twelve-petal lotus bloomed from Xu Qing's fingertips, with the light and shadow of the changing seasons flowing on each petal - the budding of spring, the heat of summer, the austerity of autumn, the silence of winter, forming a cycle that repeats itself within the lotus.

When the primordial light bursting out from Guanghan Palace, carrying the essence of laurel, poured into the center of Bashiba's eyebrows like a river flowing back from the sky, the golden wheel of merit accumulated by the Tibetan Buddhist Living Buddha for nine lifetimes suddenly appeared, but was twisted into a nine-layer swastika Buddhist seal in the clear light, and each line reflected the afterimage of the cause and effect of his reincarnation.

"It turns out that the master's method of changing the sky and striking the earth is nothing more than turning his nine reincarnations into a cage." Xu Qing's voice was like a loud bell, echoing in the spiritual world. The moment the laurel branch pierced the core of the Buddha seal like a spirit snake out of a hole, Ba Siba's pupils reflected a scene that made him tremble: the reincarnation of the previous nine lives actually walked out of the Buddha seal - seven lives as a human, one life as a horse, and one life as iron; the rough palms of the shepherdess, the sparks of the blacksmith, the wind and snow on the mane of the warhorse, the gems on the golden crown of the Zamp, these afterimages of the previous lives that should have been washed away by Mengpo soup, now condensed and formed again under the nourishment of the moonlight, and even the golden Buddha blood flowing in the blood vessels could be seen.

"It's a pity that reincarnation shouldn't be a shackle, but..." Before Xu Qing finished speaking, the Nine-Life Remnant suddenly put his hands together, his face as peaceful as a newborn baby. Their bodies turned into nine clear springs, each drop of water reflected a different fragment of life, converging into a torrent, washing the golden wheel of merit into a transparent reincarnation wheel.

The golden blood gushing out of Bashiba's seven orifices fell to the ground and turned into a lotus. When the lotus blossomed, a yin-yang Tai Chi diagram appeared in the center. He watched in horror as the flesh of his hands peeled off like a weathered mural, revealing the scriptures of the Tao Te Ching engraved on the bones - those were the seeds of Tao that Wang Chongyang had planted in the Tibetan scriptures, and after a hundred years, they finally took root and sprouted at this time. When the last word "Tao" appeared, Bashiba let out a long sigh filled with thousands of emotions, and turned into gold powder that drifted away with the wind. Only the transparent wheel of reincarnation was suspended in the air, slowly turning.

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At this moment.

Inside the imperial city of Dadu, Kublai was reviewing the war reports of the Japanese invasion with a wolf-hair brush. Suddenly, the brush in his hand trembled violently, and the ink in the inkstone began to wriggle like a living thing, turning into thousands of fish that leaped into the air. He looked up in horror, and saw that in the bronze mirror on the dragon desk, his reflection was gradually turning into the shape of a hibiscus tree, with the souls of countless soldiers hanging on the branches - they were wearing Mongolian battle robes, but had Han faces, and opened their mouths but could not make a sound. Before he could shout, laurel branches suddenly sprang out from the gaps in the gold bricks of the Yangxin Hall, and wrapped around the dragon throne like a giant green python. Kublai's body shattered into ice crystals the moment the branches touched it, and each ice crystal reflected the bloody scene of his conquests.

Prince Zhenjin suddenly woke up and was thanking the Tantric monk who protected him. Suddenly, a vision appeared in his eyes. The spittoon beside the bed suddenly solidified into ice crystals, which then took root and sprouted, and in the blink of an eye grew into a towering sacred phoenix tree.

The shadow of the five-colored peacock passed through the treetops. Wherever its tail feathers swept, the prince's body peeled off like a broken pottery figurine, revealing the golden Buddha chain wrapped inside - that was the "Buddha's Son Coming to the World" spell planted by Ba Siba for him, but now it was backfiring under the impact of the Tao Seed. When the last piece of flesh and blood fell off, only a broken Buddha chain and a scattered "Zizhi Tongjian" were left in the air. The Chinese characters on the pages turned into Sanskrit in the flames, and then re-formed into Taoist runes in the ashes.

The news of the sudden loss of two rulers in Dadu shook the world like thunder. The princes of the Golden Family immediately fell into a fierce battle for the throne: the nobles of the Ogedei clan, the Chagatai clan, and the Tolui clan each led their own troops and attacked each other for the supreme power. The grassland was full of flames and wailing.

In the Central Plains, Han rebels took the opportunity to rise up in rebellion - on the banks of the Yellow River, the Red Turban Army, under the banner of "Maitreya's coming to the world", grew rapidly like a prairie fire; in the Jiangnan region, some people claiming to be descendants of Zhang Jue, in the name of "the blue sky is dead, the yellow sky should be established", led the rebel army to capture Suzhou and establish their own regime; even the Quanzhen Sect branch in Guanzhong raised the banner of "restoring the Song Dynasty and destroying the Yuan Dynasty" and called on heroes all over the world to fight against the Mongols.

Mongolian officials in counties and prefectures across the country suddenly discovered that their official seals were covered with moss-like patterns, each of which was silently weakening their authority.

At the same time, Xu Qing appeared on the hill outside the capital. He stood with his hands behind his back, looking at the flames rising to the sky in the city, his expression as calm as water. The wheel of reincarnation in his sleeve gently turned, reflecting the flow of fortune in various prefectures across the world.

The primordial light and the shadow of the Buddha Lotus on his Taoist robe intertwined, forming a yin-yang fish pattern around him, foreshadowing the coming of a new era - no longer a dispute between Buddhism and Taoism, but a return of all religions to their roots, and the eternal prosperity of the Tao.

"The seeds of Tao planted by Patriarch Chongyang have finally blossomed and borne fruit today." Xu Qing said softly, with a hint of relief and a hint of solemnity in his voice. He turned and looked towards the desert, where an evil and powerful aura was rising into the sky, as if foreshadowing a greater crisis to come. "However, the real test has just begun." After saying this, he flashed and disappeared in the white clouds.

(End of this chapter)