great-warnovel Chapter 203: The Three Collections of Sutras, Vinaya, and Abhidharma? The Three Collections of Essen
Chapter 203: The Three Collections of Sutras, Vinaya, and Abhidharma? The Three Collections of Essen
The five people then awakened to the wisdom they had accumulated in their past lives.
Only the two who later killed Wu Jing and Yun Xuanzi were the most unlucky.
Neither of them could create this world as quickly as Chen Chunan, nor could they have as deep a grasp of the Samsara Saint Realm as Feng Qingzi.
Sha Wujing was drawn into the Flowing Sand River created by Chen Chunan and was reincarnated as a river demon.
Yun Xuanzi, however, had been taken somewhere unknown, and had now been reborn as a little girl, becoming sworn sisters with the Jade Dust Taoist.
When Chen Chunan triggered the celestial phenomena, Yun Xuanzi and Sha Wujing both awakened their past life wisdom.
After realizing his mission, Sha Wujing was stunned: "Is it that I am to be tempered for ten lifetimes?"
I've never seen anyone be so ruthless to themselves before!
However, he's clever; he knew I would help him, haha.
But now that your calamity has begun, I wonder if you will be able to successfully cross over to me.
Once Sha Wujing understood the arrangement made by Chen Chunan's primordial spirit, she felt relieved and continued to sleep soundly at the bottom of the river.
On the other side, Yun Xuanzi was extremely anxious but helpless.
The person he was reincarnated into in this life had no spiritual roots whatsoever. He possessed the ability to transcend tribulations, yet he couldn't even draw spiritual energy into his body.
Enraged, he cursed, "You son of a bitch! Who's the heartless bastard who deliberately plotted against me, this reincarnated body of mine, leaving me without any spiritual roots! You're not even human!"
Before she could even utter the curse, a female official beside her immediately raised her eyebrows and scolded, "How dare the Crown Princess speak such vile words! If the King hears this, he'll think I've failed in my parenting. Hold out your palms!"
Yun Xuanzi was already furious, and now that the female official was scolding him, he became even more impatient.
She kicked him directly, yelling, "You insolent ant! Do you know who I am?"
But how much strength can a seven-year-old girl have?
The female official reached out and grabbed her embroidered shoe. Yun Xuanzi was now standing on one leg, and immediately lost her balance. She kept hopping around on one leg to keep herself from losing her balance and falling.
"You damned dog! You dare fight back? I'll kill you today!"
Seeing that Yun Xuanzi was still not behaving properly, the female official's face immediately turned ashen: "His Majesty has granted me the power of corporal punishment. The Crown Princess's behavior is inappropriate and she deserves to be beaten!"
As she spoke, the female official took the ruler from the maid beside her and struck Yun Xuanzi three times with it.
Yun Xuanzi lost all his magical power, his primordial spirit was suppressed, and his mortal body was in extreme pain from the beating.
This punishment triggered a conditioned reflex she had developed over the past seven years, causing her to burst into tears.
This uncontrollable reaction made Yun Xuanzi, a powerful cultivator undergoing tribulation, feel extremely embarrassed.
But during this brief respite, he also came up with a way to break the deadlock.
After all, she was born into the royal family and was the Crown Princess.
Although his body was not capable of cultivation, he had participated in the struggle for control of this world before, so he naturally knew that there were still treasures that could defy fate.
Perhaps I can use this identity to defy fate?
Yu Chen's talent is far inferior to mine, but I might surpass him in the future.
The only one I need to consider is Feng Qingzi, who has been made into a body-binding artifact. This kid's talent is no less than mine, and I originally intended to keep him as a backup plan.
Now that he has created a weapon, he'll probably be difficult to deal with.
A gloomy feeling settled over Yun Xuanzi.
Knowing that he would become the target of everyone's criticism, the monk Mingxing immediately stopped hesitating.
He decisively packed his valuables, dismissed the young monks, and fled with Chen Sanzang.
He knew his own limitations; in terms of strength, he was no match for those two old monsters who had undergone tribulation.
Hiding is the best course of action at this time.
Those people probably never imagined they'd end up in this world too, hehe.
...
At this moment, Xin Yuan, who was still outside, suppressed his anxiety.
That monk was truly foolish, thinking that by converting his original form to Buddhism in this life, he could avoid calamities.
Little did they know that calamity is not something that can be avoided. If they hide comfortably now, they will suffer even more in the future!
Having no other choice, the Monkey King took out the Golden Cudgel from his body and blew on the Jade Talisman of Reincarnation.
The golden cudgel instantly transformed into a stream of light and disappeared into the Sacred Realm of Reincarnation.
As soon as the golden cudgel appeared, Chen Chunan, who had been sleeping in Mingxing's arms, suddenly opened his eyes.
The golden cudgel spun happily in the air a few times before plunging into Chen Chunan's body and disappearing.
The monk Mingxing was completely unaware, thinking that Chen Chunan had slept well.
He chuckled and said, "In the past life, Zen Master Huanglong guided Lü Zu; now, I, Mingxing, guide you, Chen Chunan. Who knows, you might truly achieve the Great Dao of Immortals someday, which would be quite a story. However, this humble monk must first take advantage of you and be your master for a few years. As the saying goes: The Dao is not transmitted lightly, and the Dharma is not given lightly. Things easily obtained are as light as dust, and favors received lightly are as thin as clouds. If I don't make you call me master for a few years, this humble monk really cannot pass on the Dharma to you."
Whether the infant Chen Sanzang understood or not, he stretched out his tiny arms and danced around.
...
Seven years have passed in the blink of an eye.
Chen Sanzang has grown into a young monk.
He traveled with his master, the monk Mingxing, every day, begging for alms to make a living.
this day
Chen Sanzang, holding the half-eaten steamed bun he had begged for, handed it to Mingxing: "Master, let's eat~"
Mingxing looked at Chen Sanzang, who was extremely polite and always put himself first in terms of food and clothing, and couldn't help but nod in approval.
He has been teaching Chen Sanzang to read and write since he was three years old, and now he has reached the age to formally enroll in school.
Mingxing took the steamed bun, broke off half of it, and handed it to Chen Sanzang.
Then, looking at Chen Sanzang solemnly, he said, "Starting tomorrow, you will begin to learn Buddhism from me!"
Chen Sanzang chewed and swallowed a quarter of the steamed bun in one bite, but the cold bun was really hard to swallow.
He pounded his chest twice to finish swallowing the cold steamed bun.
Chen Sanzang let out a long breath, then looked curiously at Monk Mingxing: "Master, what Buddhist teachings do you study, and what powerful abilities do you possess?"
The monk Mingxing shook his head: "What extraordinary skills do you need to learn Buddhism? Just meditate and cultivate yourself every day, purify your six senses, and keep your mind free from worldly defilements. Then you will naturally attain great freedom."
Chen Sanzang was only seven years old, a lively and active age. He disliked the monk Mingxing's daily practice of sitting cross-legged and chanting scriptures without fail.
Since he was five years old, he has relied on begging for food every day. What good is sitting meditation?
Will it fill my stomach?
Why not find a martial arts practitioner to learn how to fight and sell miracle cures? That way, you can at least earn some money for food and avoid eating cold steamed buns and cold rice crusts all the time.
Chen Sanzang shook his head like a rattle drum: "No, no, meditation is not as good as practicing martial arts. Even if I were to perform breaking a boulder on my chest, I could still make a living. If I were to learn this, I would starve to death."
The monk Mingxing was speechless for a moment. His original intention was to toughen his body and make him suffer from hunger in order to temper his mind and character.
It seems like things have backfired now?
The monk Mingxing reached out and scratched his bald head: "Your master named you Sanzang (Tripitaka) to transmit the Tripitaka of Buddhist teachings to you. With this Tripitaka, will you still have to worry about food?"
Upon hearing what the monk Mingxing said, Chen Sanzang instinctively blurted out, "What Sanzang? It should be Sanzang (second tone), Sanzang's spirit!"
As soon as Chen Sanzang uttered those words, the golden cudgel within his body instantly transformed into a chaotic, swirling energy, flowing from his coccyx through his spine to his occipital bone, causing the gates of his dantian to burst open with a deafening roar.
Within the Niwan Palace, a primordial spirit closed its eyes in deep thought, remaining perfectly still, its spiritual light illuminating itself like a halo.