After listening to what the bald monk had said, Lin Fan fell silent, never expecting so much had happened.
“Venerable, where have you been for these past five years?” asked the Buddha Zunjue.
“This…” Lin Fan hesitated momentarily. How could he possibly say he’d been with a girl for five whole years?
“I secluded myself for cultivation,” he finally answered with a slight shrug.
“I see,” the Buddha Zunjue nodded knowingly. “No wonder your abilities have improved so much. That’s why we haven’t heard from you in recent years.”
At that moment, Lin Fan released Chickie from his cave world.
“Oooooo!”
As soon as Chickie emerged, he raised his head and crowed loudly.
Upon seeing Chickie, the Buddha Zunjue’s face suddenly lit up. “Venerable, you couldn’t have come at a better time. I’m practically starving. Let’s roast this chicken.”
Chickie, stretching lazily and enjoying the fresh air, suddenly heard those words and immediately became furious. He turned his head sharply, glaring at the bald monk with his angry chicken eyes.
“Bald monk, who are you saying you’re going to roast?” Chickie squawked indignantly. How dare this monk suggest roasting him—it was outrageous!
“This chicken can talk…” The Buddha Zunjue was startled to see a chicken that could actually speak. A talking chicken was indeed a rare sight.
“Settle down. This is Chickie, and this is the bald monk. Why don’t you two get to know each other?” Lin Fan suggested.
“Oh, it’s an honor to meet you, Chickie,” the Buddha Zunjue said, extending his hand in a gesture of reconciliation.
But Chickie wasn’t about to make peace so easily. He suddenly jumped up and landed squarely on the Buddha Zunjue’s bald head.
“What an energetic chicken,” the Buddha Zunjue chuckled.
Seeing Chickie’s unusual friendliness toward the monk, Lin Fan felt a strange sense of unease. Had Chickie really changed his nature?
But suddenly, the Buddha Zunjue cried out, “Why does the top of my head feel so warm?”
“Oh no… Chickie, did you…?”
Hearing this, Lin Fan turned his head sharply and was stunned to find that Chickie had indeed defecated on the monk’s head, steaming hot and smoky.
“Oooooo!” Chickie crowed joyfully, then hopped onto Lin Fan’s shoulder, folded his wings, and stood with his “hands” on his hips. “Bald monk, watch your mouth next time. You’re such a big guy, yet you talk like a child, not even as decent as me, Chickie.”
Buddha Zunjue: “…”
Lin Fan: “…”
…
Meanwhile, in the Buddhist realm,
The once serene Buddhist realm had changed. It was no longer peaceful; instead, it was filled with constant chanting of Buddhist scriptures.
In the Western Paradise…
A group of Buddhas and King Buddhas sat in meditation, reverently gazing at the supreme being seated on the high platform.
After listening to the bald monk’s words, Lin Fan fell silent, never expecting so many things had happened.
“Benefactor, where have you been these past five years?” asked the Venerable Shakyamuni.
“This…” Lin Fan was momentarily at a loss for words. How could he possibly say that he had been continuously engaged by a woman for five years?
“I was in seclusion for cultivation,” Lin Fan finally replied, finding this to be the most acceptable explanation.
“So that’s it. No wonder I haven’t heard from you in years. Your strength has indeed improved,” the Venerable Shakyamuni remarked with a sigh, understanding why there had been no news of Lin Fan during this period.
At this moment, Lin Fan released the chick from his pocket dimension.
“Cock-a-doodle-doo!”
As soon as the chick emerged, it lifted its head and let out a loud crow.
Seeing the chick, the Venerable Shakyamuni’s face lit up with joy. “Benefactor, your timing is impeccable. I’m starving, and this chicken will make a perfect roast.”
The chick, stretching and enjoying the fresh air, suddenly heard this and became furious. It turned its head sharply, its angry eyes glaring directly at the Venerable Shakyamuni.
“Bald monk, who are you planning to roast?” the chick demanded, enraged that the bald monk wanted to roast it.
“This chicken can talk…” The Venerable Shakyamuni was startled. A talking chicken was indeed a rare sight.
“Stop arguing. This is Chickie, and this is the bald monk. Get to know each other,” Lin Fan interjected.
“Oh, so it’s Brother Chicken. I’ve heard so much about you,” the Venerable Shakyamuni said, extending his hand for a handshake, hoping to make peace.
But for Chickie, reconciliation wasn’t so simple. It leaped up and landed on the Venerable Shakyamuni’s bald head.
“Brother Chicken is quite lively,” the Venerable Shakyamuni said with a smile.
Lin Fan found it strange that Chickie was being so friendly with the Venerable Shakyamuni. Had it changed its nature?
Suddenly, the Venerable Shakyamuni exclaimed, “Why is my head so warm?”
“Oh no, Brother Chicken, you pooped on him!”
Hearing this, Lin Fan turned around sharply and saw that Chickie had indeed defecated on the bald monk’s head, the excrement still warm and emitting steam.
“Cock-a-doodle-doo…” Chickie crowed happily, then jumped onto Lin Fan’s shoulder, folding its wings and placing its hands on its hips. “Bald monk, watch your words in the future. You’re a grown man, yet you speak like a child, not even as well as me, Chickie.”
The Venerable Shakyamuni: “…”
Lin Fan: “…”
…
Meanwhile, in the Buddha Clan.
The Buddha Clan had changed, no longer as it once was. Now, Buddhist chants filled the air, and tranquility was a thing of the past.
In the Western Pure Land…
A group of Buddhas and Buddha Kings sat cross-legged, their eyes filled with reverence as they gazed at the supreme being seated on the high platform.
In this Pure Land, Buddhist teachings transformed into golden dragons that coiled in the void. The Buddha was imparting the Dharma, and the Buddhas listened with rapt attention, utterly enchanted.
But for the Buddha Kings, it was a time of despondency.
They had once been the strongest in the Buddha Clan, ruling over it. But since the arrival of this mysterious Buddha, everything had changed.
They had been relegated to the status of third-rate members of the Buddha Clan, a situation they found unbearable.
Especially now, as they were seated according to rank, always placed at the outer edges.
The Buddhas and World Buddhas seated in front seemed to have appeared out of nowhere, and what was even more intolerable for the Buddha Kings was that these newcomers were even more powerful than they were.
Was there no justice left in the world? When had strength become so devalued?
For the Buddha Kings, it truly felt like they had been screwed over.
Crack!
Suddenly, several empty Buddha thrones shattered, startling the surrounding Buddhas.
The Buddha seated on the throne opened his eyes, and a vast voice echoed through the void.
“The Golden Bell World Buddha and the Wrathful Buddha have been slain by demons and have returned to the Western Pure Land…”
“Amitabha.”
The surrounding Buddhas chanted sutras, their expressions calm.
The Buddha Kings, witnessing this, were outraged. How could they remain so composed when their comrades had been killed?
To the Buddha Kings, it seemed these individuals had gone to pursue the Venerable Shakyamuni, and now that the thrones had shattered, it appeared the young monk had escaped.
Well done!
Truly a prodigy of our Buddha Clan, taking down these old relics.
For the Buddha Kings, who had suffered greatly and been looked down upon by these individuals, the young prodigy’s actions were a great relief, avenging their grievances.
“It seems I must intervene,” the Buddha declared, his golden body protected by coiling dragon-like auras. He gazed into the infinite void and prepared to depart in his true form.
“We bid farewell to our Buddha,” the surrounding Buddhas chanted in unison.
The Buddha Kings, seeing this, grew anxious. If the Buddha were to go in his true form, could the young Venerable Shakyamuni withstand it?
At that moment, the Venerable Shakyamuni glared at Chickie, who returned the stare with equal intensity, as if ready for a confrontation.
“Wait, someone’s coming.”
Just then, the void underwent a transformation.
The previously clear sky was suddenly covered by a mass of white clouds, from which rays of golden, Buddha-like light began to seep through.
“Amitabha.”
A vast Buddhist chant resonated through the void, and the white clouds seemed to part, revealing a golden Buddha.
“It’s him, it’s him…” The Venerable Shakyamuni exclaimed in fear.
To the Venerable Shakyamuni, this figure was utterly terrifying.
“Shakyamuni, as a sinner of the Buddha Clan, why do you resist? Return with me to the Western Pure Land,” the Buddha’s majestic voice shook the heavens and the earth, turning the entire world into a realm of Buddhism, with dragon-like auras swirling in solemn grandeur.
“To hell with your Western Pure Land,” the Venerable Shakyamuni roared. With Lin Fan by his side, he had nothing to fear.
At this moment, Lin Fan looked at the Venerable Shakyamuni in surprise. “Bald monk, your name is Shakyamuni?”
“Yes, that’s my full name, but I prefer to be called the Venerable Shakyamuni,” the monk replied.
“Wow…” Lin Fan felt a strange sensation.
But at this moment, the Buddha in the void seemed anything but ordinary.
“Benefactor, you have a connection with our Buddha. You may join our Buddhist order,” the Buddha said to Lin Fan with a calm demeanor.
“Join your sister…” Lin Fan was taken aback that the bald monk was trying to lure him into the Buddha Clan. This was a real trap.
“Hmph!”
Suddenly, the Buddha became enraged, and a vast palm descended from the heavens. “Benefactor, turn back from the brink.”
“Benefactor, it’s up to you now…” The Venerable Shakyamuni, seeing this, called out and retreated.
This level of battle was beyond him; it was up to Lin Fan to handle it.
For Lin Fan, this bald monk seemed quite formidable.
…
But for the King Buddhas, it was a bitter experience.
After listening to the bald monk’s words, Lin Fan fell silent, never expecting so many things had happened.
“Benefactor, where have you been these past five years?” asked the Venerable Shakyamuni.
“This…” Lin Fan was momentarily at a loss for words. Could he really say he had been ‘worked over’ by a girl for five years?
“I was in seclusion for cultivation,” Lin Fan finally replied, finding this the most plausible explanation.
“So that’s it. No wonder I haven’t heard from you in years. Your strength has indeed increased,” the Venerable Shakyamuni remarked with a sigh, understanding why there had been no news of Lin Fan.
At that moment, Lin Fan released the chick from his pocket dimension.
“Cock-a-doodle-doo!”
As soon as the chick emerged, it raised its head and let out a loud crow.
Seeing the chick, the Venerable Shakyamuni’s face lit up with joy. “Benefactor, you’re just in time. I’m starving. Let’s roast this chicken.”
The chick, stretching and enjoying the fresh air, suddenly heard this and became furious. It turned its head sharply, its angry eyes glaring at the Venerable Shakyamuni.
“Bald monk, who are you planning to roast?” the chick demanded, enraged that the monk wanted to cook it.
“This chicken can talk…” The Venerable Shakyamuni was startled. A talking chicken was indeed a rare sight.
“Stop arguing. This is Chickie, and this is the bald monk. Get to know each other,” Lin Fan interjected.
“Oh, so it’s Brother Chicken. I’ve heard so much about you,” the Venerable Shakyamuni said, extending his hand for a handshake, signaling a truce.
But for Chickie, reconciliation wasn’t so simple. It leaped onto the Venerable Shakyamuni’s bald head.
“Brother Chicken is quite lively,” the Venerable Shakyamuni said with a laugh.
Lin Fan found it strange that Chickie was being so friendly with the Venerable Shakyamuni. Had it changed its nature?
Suddenly, the Venerable Shakyamuni exclaimed, “Why is my head so warm?”
“Oh no, Brother Chicken, you pooped on him!”
Hearing this, Lin Fan turned sharply and saw that Chickie had indeed left a warm, steaming deposit on the bald monk’s head.
“Cock-a-doodle-doo!” Chickie crowed happily, then jumped onto Lin Fan’s shoulder, folding its wings and placing its hands on its hips. “Bald monk, watch your words. You’re acting like a child, worse than me, Chickie.”
The Venerable Shakyamuni: “…”
Lin Fan: “…”
…
Meanwhile, in the Buddha Clan.
The Buddha Clan had changed. It was no longer as it once was, filled with the sounds of Buddhism, and no longer peaceful.
In the Western Paradise…
A group of Buddhas and Buddha Kings sat cross-legged, their eyes filled with reverence as they gazed at the supreme being seated on the high platform.
In this paradise, Buddhist teachings transformed into golden dragons that spiraled in the void. The Buddha was imparting his teachings, and the Buddhas listened with rapt attention, utterly enchanted.
But for the Buddha Kings, it was a time of despair.
They had once been the powerful leaders of the Buddha Clan, controlling everything. But since the mysterious Buddha arrived, everything had changed.
They had been reduced to third-rate members of the Buddha Clan, a situation they found unbearable.
Especially now, as they were seated according to rank, always pushed to the outer edges.
The Buddhas and World Buddhas seated in front seemed to have appeared out of nowhere, and what was even more intolerable was that their strength surpassed that of the Buddha Kings.
Was there no justice left? When had strength become so devalued?
For the Buddha Kings, it felt like they had been utterly humiliated.
Crack!
Suddenly, several empty Buddha thrones shattered, startling the surrounding Buddhas.
The Buddha seated on the throne opened his eyes, and a vast voice echoed through the void.
“The Golden Bell World Buddha and the Wrathful Buddha have been slain by demons and have returned to the Western Paradise…”
“Amitabha.”
The surrounding Buddhas chanted sutras, their faces calm.
The Buddha Kings, witnessing this, were outraged. How could they remain so composed when their comrades had been killed?
To the Buddha Kings, these Buddhas had gone to pursue the Venerable Shakyamuni, and now that the thrones had shattered, it seemed the young monk had escaped.
Well done!
Truly a prodigy of our Buddha Clan, taking down these old relics.
For the Buddha Kings, who had suffered greatly and been looked down upon by these elders, the young monk’s victory was a sweet revenge.
“It seems I must intervene,” the Buddha said, his golden body protected by a dragon of Buddhist teachings. He gazed into the infinite void and prepared to depart in his true form.
“We bid farewell to our Buddha,” the surrounding Buddhas chanted.
The Buddha Kings, seeing this, grew anxious. If the Buddha went in his true form, could the Venerable Shakyamuni withstand it?
At that moment, the Venerable Shakyamuni glared at Chickie, who returned the gaze, ready for a confrontation.
“Wait, someone’s coming.”
Suddenly, the void changed.
The once clear sky was now covered by a vast cloud, from which golden, Buddhist rays of light emanated.
“Amitabha.”
A vast Buddhist chant resonated through the void, and the cloud seemed to part, revealing a golden Buddha.
“It’s him, it’s him…” The Venerable Shakyamuni exclaimed in fear.
To the Venerable Shakyamuni, this figure was utterly terrifying.
“Shakyamuni, as a transgressor of the Buddha Clan, why resist? Return with me to the Western Paradise,” the Buddha’s majestic voice reverberated through the heavens and the earth, transforming the entire world into a sacred Buddhist realm, adorned with soaring dragons and an aura of solemn grandeur.
“To hell with your Western Paradise,” the Venerable Shakyamuni roared. With Lin Fan by his side, he was no longer afraid.
At that moment, Lin Fan looked at the Venerable Shakyamuni in surprise. “Bald monk, your name is Shakyamuni?”
“Yes, that’s my full name, but I prefer to be called the Venerable Shakyamuni,” the monk replied.
“Wow…” Lin Fan felt a strange sensation.
But the Buddha in the void seemed formidable.
“Benefactor, you have a connection with Buddhism. Join us,” the Buddha said calmly to Lin Fan.
“Join your sister…” Lin Fan didn’t expect the bald monk to try to recruit him into the Buddha Clan. This was ridiculous.
“Humph!”
Suddenly, the Buddha became angry, and a vast palm descended from the sky. “Benefactor, turn back from the brink.”
“Benefactor, it’s up to you…” The Venerable Shakyamuni shouted, retreating.
This level of battle was beyond him; it was up to Lin Fan to handle it.
For Lin Fan, this bald monk seemed quite powerful.
…
They had been demoted to third-rate status, which was unbearable.
Especially the seating arrangement now—based strictly on rank—they were always pushed to the very back.
And those Buddhas and World Buddhas seated ahead seemed to have appeared out of nowhere. What infuriated the King Buddhas most was that these newcomers were actually stronger than them.
Was there any justice left in the heavens? Since when had powerful beings become so common?
It was truly unbearable, like being treated like dogs.
Crack!
Suddenly, a few vacant Buddha seats exploded, startling the surrounding Buddhas.
After listening to the bald monk’s words, Lin Fan fell silent, never expecting so many things had happened.
“Benefactor, where have you been these past five years?” asked the Venerable Shakyamuni.
“This…” Lin Fan was momentarily at a loss for words. Could he really say that he had been ‘worked over’ by a woman for five years?
“I was in seclusion for cultivation,” he finally replied, finding this the slightly better option.
“So that’s it,” the Venerable Shakyamuni sighed. “No wonder I haven’t heard of you in these years. It turns out you were in seclusion. No wonder your strength has increased so much.”
At this moment, Lin Fan released the chick from his pocket dimension.
“Cock-a-doodle-doo!”
As soon as the chick emerged, it raised its head and crowed loudly.
Seeing the chick, the Venerable Shakyamuni’s face lit up with joy. “Benefactor, you’re just in time. I’m starving. Let’s roast this chicken.”
The chick, stretching and enjoying the fresh air, suddenly heard this and became furious. It turned its head sharply, its angry eyes glaring at the Venerable Shakyamuni.
“Bald monk, who are you planning to roast?” the chick raged. This bald monk actually wanted to roast it? How despicable!
“This chicken can talk…” The Venerable Shakyamuni was startled. A talking chicken was indeed a rare sight.
“Stop arguing. This is Chickie, and this is the bald monk. Get to know each other,” Lin Fan said.
“Oh, so it’s Brother Chicken. I’ve heard so much about you,” the Venerable Shakyamuni extended his hand, suggesting they shake hands and make peace.
But for Chickie, reconciliation wasn’t so simple. It leaped up and landed on the Venerable Shakyamuni’s bald head.
“Brother Chicken is quite lively,” the Venerable Shakyamuni said with a smile.
Lin Fan found it strange that Chickie was being so friendly with the Venerable Shakyamuni. Had it changed its nature?
Suddenly, the Venerable Shakyamuni exclaimed, “Why is my head so warm?”
“Damn it, Brother Chicken, you pooped on me!”
Hearing this, Lin Fan turned sharply and saw that Chickie had indeed left a warm, steaming pile on the bald monk’s head.
“Cock-a-doodle-doo…” Chickie crowed happily, then jumped onto Lin Fan’s shoulder, folding its wings and placing its hands on its hips. “Bald monk, watch your words in the future. You’re a grown man, yet you speak like a child, worse than me, Chickie.”
The Venerable Shakyamuni: “…”
Lin Fan: “…”
…
Meanwhile, in the Buddhist realm.
The Buddhist realm had changed. It was no longer as it once was, filled with the sounds of Buddhism everywhere, no longer peaceful.
In the Western Pure Land…
A group of Buddhas and Dharma Kings sat there, their eyes filled with reverence as they looked up at the supreme being seated on the high platform.
In this Pure Land, Buddhist teachings transformed into golden dragons swirling in the void. This was the Buddha imparting the Dharma, and the Buddhas listened with rapt attention, utterly enchanted.
But for the Dharma Kings, it was a different story.
They were once the strongest in the Buddhist realm, controlling the entire Buddhist order. But since the mysterious Buddha arrived, everything had changed.
They had been reduced to third-rate Buddhists, something they could hardly bear.
Especially now, as they were seated according to rank, always pushed to the outer edges.
The Buddhas and World-Honored Ones in the front rows seemed to have appeared out of thin air, and what was even more unbearable for the Dharma Kings was that these newcomers were even stronger than them.
Was there no justice left? When did strength become so cheap?
For these Dharma Kings, it truly felt like they had been screwed over.
Crack!
Suddenly, the empty Buddha thrones shattered, startling the surrounding Buddhas.
The Buddha seated on the throne opened his eyes, and a vast voice echoed through the void.
“The Golden Bell World Buddha and the Fierce-Eyed Buddha… have been slain by demons and returned to the Western Pure Land…”
“Amitabha.”
The surrounding Buddhas chanted sutras, their faces calm.
The Dharma Kings, seeing this, were furious. Their comrades had been killed, yet everyone remained so calm. Could they be any more composed?
To these Dharma Kings, these fellows had gone to hunt down the Venerable Shakyamuni, and now that the thrones had shattered, it seemed the young monk had escaped.
Well done!
Truly a prodigy of our Buddhist realm, taking down these old relics.
For these Dharma Kings, who had suffered much and been looked down upon by these newcomers, the fact that their prodigy had taken out these old guys was a great relief.
“It seems I must intervene,” the Buddha said, his golden body protected by swirling Buddhist dragons. He gazed into the infinite void and set off in his true form.
“We bid farewell to our Buddha,” the surrounding Buddhas chanted.
The Dharma Kings, seeing this, grew anxious. If the Buddha himself was going, could the Venerable Shakyamuni withstand it?
At that moment, the Venerable Shakyamuni glared at Chickie, and Chickie glared back, as if ready for a fight.
“Wait, someone’s coming.”
Just then, the void changed.
The once clear sky was suddenly covered by a mass of white clouds, from which golden, Buddhist light seeped through.
“Amitabha.”
A vast Buddhist chant resonated through the void, and the clouds seemed to part, revealing a golden Buddha.
“It’s him, it’s him…” The Venerable Shakyamuni exclaimed in fear.
To the Venerable Shakyamuni, this figure was utterly terrifying.
“Shakyamuni, as a sinner of the Buddhist realm, why resist? Return with me to the Western Pure Land,” the Buddha’s majestic voice shook the heavens and the earth, turning the entire world into a Buddhist realm, with Buddhist dragons soaring, vast and solemn.
“To hell with your Western Pure Land,” the Venerable Shakyamuni roared. With his brother here, he wasn’t afraid of this guy.
At this moment, Lin Fan looked at the Venerable Shakyamuni in surprise. “Bald monk, your name is Shakyamuni?”
“Yes, that’s my full name, but I prefer you call me the Venerable Shakyamuni,” the monk replied.
“Damn…” Lin Fan felt a bit weird.
But at this moment, the Buddha in the void seemed anything but simple.
“Benefactor, you have a connection with Buddhism. You may join our order,” the Buddha said to Lin Fan, his tone calm.
“Join your sister…” Lin Fan didn’t expect this bald monk to try and trick him into joining the Buddhist realm. What a scam.
“Humph!”
Suddenly, the Buddha grew angry, and a vast palm descended from the sky. “Benefactor, turn back from the brink.”
“Benefactor, it’s up to you…” The Venerable Shakyamuni, seeing this, shouted and retreated.
This level of battle was beyond him. He could only let Lin Fan handle it.
For Lin Fan, this bald monk seemed quite formidable.
…
“The Golden Bell World Buddha and the Wrathful Buddha have been slain by evil forces and have returned to the Western Paradise…”
“Amitabha Buddha.”
Upon hearing this, the surrounding Buddhas calmly recited the sutra, their expressions serene.
The King Buddhas, witnessing this scene, were stunned. Someone had been killed, and yet everyone remained so calm. Was this composure really necessary?
In their eyes, these two had gone to hunt down that young monk, Sakyamuni. Now that the Buddha seats had shattered, it seemed the young monk had survived.
Well done!
Indeed worthy of being the Buddhist realm’s prodigy, defeating these old fellows.
For the King Buddhas, who had endured much hardship and discrimination at the hands of these seniors, this was a great relief and a long-awaited revenge.
After listening to the bald monk’s words, Lin Fan fell silent, never expecting so many things had happened.
“Benefactor, where have you been these past five years?” asked the Venerable Shakyamuni.
“This…” Lin Fan was momentarily at a loss for words. How could he possibly say that he had been ‘worked over’ by a woman for five years?
“I was in seclusion for cultivation,” he finally replied, finding this the most plausible explanation.
“So that’s it. No wonder I haven’t heard from you in years. Your strength has indeed increased, benefactor,” the Venerable Shakyamuni remarked with a sigh, understanding now why there had been no news of Lin Fan.
At that moment, Lin Fan released the chick from his pocket dimension.
“Cock-a-doodle-doo!”
As soon as the chick emerged, it raised its head and let out a loud crow.
Seeing the chick, the Venerable Shakyamuni’s face lit up with joy. “Benefactor, you’re just in time. I’m starving. Let’s roast this chicken.”
The chick, stretching and enjoying the fresh air, suddenly heard this and was instantly enraged. It turned its head sharply, its angry eyes glaring directly at the Venerable Shakyamuni.
“Bald monk, who are you planning to roast?” the chick demanded, furious that the bald monk wanted to roast it.
“This chicken can talk…” The Venerable Shakyamuni was startled. A talking chicken was indeed a rare sight.
“Stop arguing. This is Chick, and this is the bald monk. Get to know each other,” Lin Fan interjected.
“Oh, so it’s Brother Chicken. I’ve heard so much about you,” the Venerable Shakyamuni said, extending his hand for a handshake, hoping to make peace.
But for Chick, reconciliation wasn’t so simple. It leaped up and landed on the Venerable Shakyamuni’s bald head.
“Brother Chicken is quite lively,” the Venerable Shakyamuni said with a laugh.
Lin Fan found it strange that Chick was being so friendly with the Venerable Shakyamuni. Had it changed its nature?
Suddenly, the Venerable Shakyamuni exclaimed, “Why is my head so warm?”
“Damn it, Brother Chicken, you pooped on me!”
Hearing this, Lin Fan turned sharply and saw that Chick had indeed left a warm, steaming pile on the bald monk’s head.
“Cock-a-doodle-doo!” Chick crowed happily, then jumped onto Lin Fan’s shoulder, folding its wings and placing its hands on its hips. “Bald monk, watch your words in the future. You’re acting like a child, worse than me, Chick.”
The Venerable Shakyamuni: “…”
Lin Fan: “…”
…
Meanwhile, in the Buddha Clan.
The Buddha Clan had changed. It was no longer as it once was, filled with the sounds of Buddhism, and no longer peaceful.
In the Western Pure Land…
A group of Buddhas and King Buddhas sat cross-legged, their eyes filled with reverence as they looked up at the supreme being seated on the high platform.
In this Pure Land, Buddhist teachings transformed into golden dragons that coiled in the void. The Buddha was imparting the Dharma, and the Buddhas listened with rapt attention, utterly absorbed.
But for the King Buddhas, it was a different story.
They had once been the powerful leaders of the Buddha Clan, controlling everything. But since the mysterious Buddha arrived, everything had changed.
They had been relegated to third-rate status within the Buddha Clan, a situation they found unbearable.
Especially now, as they were seated according to rank, always pushed to the outer edges.
The Buddhas and World Buddhas seated in front seemed to have appeared out of nowhere, and what was even more intolerable for the King Buddhas was that these newcomers were stronger than they were.
Was there no justice anymore? When had strength become so cheap?
For the King Buddhas, it felt like they had been screwed over.
Crack!
Suddenly, several empty Buddha thrones shattered, startling the surrounding Buddhas.
The Buddha seated on the throne opened his eyes, and a vast voice echoed through the void.
“The Golden Bell World Buddha and the Wrathful Buddha have been slain by demons and have returned to the Western Pure Land…”
“Amitabha.”
The surrounding Buddhas chanted sutras, their faces calm.
The King Buddhas, seeing this, were outraged. How could they remain so composed when their comrades had been killed?
To the King Buddhas, these Buddhas had gone to pursue the Venerable Shakyamuni, and now that their thrones had shattered, it seemed the young monk had escaped.
Well done!
Truly a prodigy of our Buddha Clan, taking down these old relics.
For the King Buddhas, who had suffered much and been looked down upon by these newcomers, the fact that their clan’s prodigy had defeated these old Buddhas was a great relief.
“It seems I must intervene,” the Buddha said, his golden body surrounded by Buddhist dragons. He gazed into the infinite void and prepared to depart in his true form.
“We bid farewell to the Buddha,” the surrounding Buddhas chanted.
The King Buddhas, seeing this, grew anxious. If the Buddha went in his true form, could the Venerable Shakyamuni withstand it?
At that moment, the Venerable Shakyamuni glared at Chick, and Chick returned the stare, as if ready for a fight.
“Wait, someone’s coming.”
Just then, the void changed.
The previously clear sky was suddenly covered by a mass of white clouds, from which golden, Buddhist light began to seep.
“Amitabha.”
A vast Buddhist chant resonated through the void, and the white clouds seemed to part, revealing a golden Buddha.
“It’s him, it’s him…” The Venerable Shakyamuni exclaimed in fear.
To the Venerable Shakyamuni, this figure was utterly terrifying.
“Shakyamuni, as a sinner of the Buddha Clan, why do you resist? Return with me to the Western Pure Land,” the Buddha’s majestic voice shook the heavens and the earth, transforming the world into a Buddhist realm with dragons flying and an aura of solemnity.
“Screw your Western Pure Land,” the Venerable Shakyamuni roared. With Lin Fan here, he wasn’t afraid of this entity.
Lin Fan looked at the Venerable Shakyamuni in surprise. “Bald monk, your name is Shakyamuni?”
“Yes, that’s my full name, but I prefer to be called the Venerable Shakyamuni,” the monk replied.
“Damn…” Lin Fan felt a strange sensation.
But at that moment, the Buddha in the void seemed anything but ordinary.
“Benefactor, you have a connection with Buddhism. Join our order,” the Buddha said to Lin Fan, his tone calm.
“Join your sister…” Lin Fan didn’t expect the bald monk to try to recruit him into the Buddha Clan. This was ridiculous.
“Hmph!”
Suddenly, the Buddha grew angry, and a vast palm descended from the sky. “Benefactor, turn back from the brink.”
“Benefactor, it’s up to you…” The Venerable Shakyamuni, seeing this, shouted and retreated.
This level of battle was beyond him; it was up to Lin Fan to handle it.
For Lin Fan, this bald monk seemed quite formidable.
…
“Honoring our Buddha!” the surrounding Buddhas cried out in unison.
Seeing this, the King Buddhas grew anxious. If he went in person, would Sakyamuni be able to withstand him?
At this moment, the Buddha Zunjue glared at Chickie, who stared back defiantly, as if ready to fight at any moment.
“Wait, someone is coming.”
Just then, the sky began to change.
What had been a clear blue sky suddenly darkened as a mass of white clouds rolled in, exuding golden rays imbued with Buddhist essence.
“Amitabha Buddha.”
A vast Buddhist chant echoed through the void. The clouds seemed to be split apart, revealing a golden Buddha emerging from the heavens.
“It’s him, it’s him…” The Buddha Zunjue cried out in alarm at the sight of the approaching figure.
To him, this being was simply terrifying.
After listening to the bald monk’s words, Lin Fan fell silent, never expecting so many things had happened.
“Benefactor, where have you been these past five years?” asked the Venerable Shakyamuni.
“This…” Lin Fan was momentarily at a loss for words. Could he really say that he had been relentlessly pursued by a woman for five years?
“I was in seclusion for cultivation,” he finally replied, finding this the most plausible explanation.
“So that’s it,” the Venerable Shakyamuni sighed. “No wonder I haven’t heard of you in these years. It turns out you were in seclusion. No wonder your strength has improved so much.”
At this moment, Lin Fan released the chick from his pocket dimension.
“Cock-a-doodle-doo!”
As soon as the chick emerged, it raised its head and let out a loud crow.
Seeing the chick, the Venerable Shakyamuni’s face lit up with joy. “Benefactor, you’re just in time. I’m almost starving. Let’s roast this chicken.”
The chick, which had been stretching and enjoying the fresh air, suddenly heard this and became furious. It turned its head sharply, its angry eyes glaring at the Venerable Shakyamuni.
“Bald monk, who are you planning to roast?” the chick roared, enraged that the bald monk wanted to roast it.
“This chicken can talk…” The Venerable Shakyamuni was startled. A talking chicken was indeed a rare sight.
“Stop arguing. This is the chick, and this is the bald monk. Get to know each other,” Lin Fan interjected.
“Oh, so it’s Brother Chicken. I’ve heard so much about you,” the Venerable Shakyamuni extended his hand, suggesting they shake hands and make peace.
But for the chick, reconciliation wasn’t so simple. It leaped up and landed on the Venerable Shakyamuni’s bald head.
“Brother Chicken is quite lively,” the Venerable Shakyamuni chuckled.
Lin Fan found it strange that the chick was being so friendly with the Venerable Shakyamuni. Had it changed its nature?
Suddenly, the Venerable Shakyamuni exclaimed, “Why is my head so warm?”
“Damn it, Brother Chicken, you pooped on me!”
Hearing this, Lin Fan turned sharply and saw that the chick had indeed left a steaming, smoking pile on the bald monk’s head.
“Cock-a-doodle-doo!” The chick crowed happily, then jumped onto Lin Fan’s shoulder, folding its wings and placing its hands on its hips. “Bald monk, watch your words in the future. You’re a grown man, yet you speak like a child, even worse than me, a chick.”
The Venerable Shakyamuni: “…”
Lin Fan: “…”
…
Meanwhile, in the Buddha Clan.
The Buddha Clan had changed. It was no longer as it used to be. Now, Buddhist chants filled every corner, and it was anything but quiet.
In the Western Pure Land…
A group of Buddhas and King Buddhas sat cross-legged, their eyes filled with reverence as they gazed at the supreme being seated on the high platform.
In this Pure Land, Buddhist teachings transformed into golden dragons that coiled in the void. The Buddha was imparting the Dharma, and the Buddhas listened with rapt attention, utterly enchanted.
But for the King Buddhas, it was a different story.
They had once been the strongest in the Buddha Clan, ruling over it. But ever since the mysterious Buddha arrived, everything had changed.
They had been reduced to third-rate members of the Buddha Clan. How could they endure this?
Especially now, their seating was arranged by rank, and they were always placed at the back.
The Buddhas and World Buddhas seated in front seemed to have appeared out of thin air, and what was even more unbearable for the King Buddhas was that these newcomers were even stronger than them.
Was there no justice left in the world? When had strength become so cheap?
For the King Buddhas, it truly felt like they had been screwed over.
Crack!
Suddenly, the empty Buddha thrones shattered, startling the surrounding Buddhas.
The Buddha seated on the throne opened his eyes, and a vast voice echoed through the void.
“The Golden Bell World Buddha and the Wrathful Buddha have been slain by evil spirits and have returned to the Western Pure Land…”
“Amitabha.”
The surrounding Buddhas chanted sutras, their faces calm.
The King Buddhas, seeing this, were furious. Their comrades had been killed, yet everyone remained so composed. Could they not show a bit more concern?
To the King Buddhas, these Buddhas had gone to hunt down the Venerable Shakyamuni. Now that the thrones had shattered, it seemed the young man had escaped.
Well done!
Truly worthy of being a prodigy of our Buddha Clan, taking down those old fools.
For the King Buddhas, who had suffered greatly and been looked down upon by these newcomers, the fact that their prodigy had defeated these old-timers was a great relief.
“It seems I must intervene,” the Buddha said, his golden body protected by coiled Buddhist dragons. He gazed into the infinite void and prepared to depart in person.
“We bid farewell to the Buddha,” the surrounding Buddhas chanted.
The King Buddhas, seeing this, grew anxious. If the Buddha himself was going, could the Venerable Shakyamuni withstand it?
At that moment, the Venerable Shakyamuni glared at the chick, and the chick glared back, as if ready for a fight.
“Wait, someone’s coming.”
Just then, the void shifted.
The sky, once clear, was suddenly covered by a massive white cloud. Golden, Buddha-like rays of light seeped through the cloud.
“Amitabha.”
A vast Buddhist chant resonated through the void, and the white cloud seemed to split apart, revealing a golden Buddha.
“It’s him, it’s him…” The Venerable Shakyamuni exclaimed in fear.
To him, this figure was utterly terrifying.
“Shakyamuni, as a sinner of the Buddha Clan, why do you resist? Return with me to the Western Pure Land,” the Buddha’s majestic voice shook the heavens and the earth, transforming the world into a Buddhist realm filled with flying dragons and solemn grandeur.
“Screw your Western Pure Land,” the Venerable Shakyamuni roared. With Lin Fan by his side, he wasn’t afraid of this guy.
Lin Fan, however, was surprised. “Bald monk, your name is Shakyamuni?”
“Yes, that’s my full name, but I prefer you call me the Venerable Shakyamuni,” the monk replied.
“Damn…” Lin Fan felt a bit weird.
But at this moment, the Buddha in the void didn’t seem simple.
“Benefactor, you have a connection with Buddhism. You may join our order,” the Buddha said calmly to Lin Fan.
“Join your sister…” Lin Fan didn’t expect the bald monk to try to recruit him into the Buddha Clan. This was ridiculous.
“Humph!”
Suddenly, the Buddha became angry. A vast palm descended from the sky. “Benefactor, turn back from the wrong path.”
“Benefactor, it’s up to you now…” The Venerable Shakyamuni, seeing this, shouted and retreated.
This level of battle was beyond him. He could only let Lin Fan handle it.
For Lin Fan, this bald monk seemed quite formidable.
…
“Go to hell! Go back to your sister’s Western Paradise!” the Buddha Zunjue roared defiantly. Now that his big brother was here, he wouldn’t fear this guy anymore.
At this moment, Lin Fan looked at the Buddha Zunjue in surprise. “Bald monk, your name is Sakyamuni?”
“Yes, that’s my full name. But I’d prefer you call me the Buddha Zunjue,” he replied.
“Wow…” Lin Fan felt a strange sensation inside.
After listening to the bald monk’s words, Lin Fan fell silent, never expecting so many things had happened.
“Benefactor, where have you been these past five years?” asked the Venerable Shakyamuni.
“This…” Lin Fan was momentarily at a loss for words. Could he really say that he had been continuously engaged by a woman for five years?
“I was in seclusion for cultivation,” he finally replied, finding this to be the slightly better explanation.
“So that’s it. No wonder I haven’t heard from you in years. Your strength has indeed increased,” the Venerable Shakyamuni remarked with a sigh, understanding now why there had been no news of Lin Fan.
At that moment, Lin Fan released the chick from his pocket dimension.
“Cock-a-doodle-doo!”
As soon as the chick emerged, it raised its head and let out a loud crow.
Seeing the chick, the Venerable Shakyamuni’s face lit up with joy. “Benefactor, you’re just in time. I’m starving. Let’s roast this chicken.”
The chick, stretching and enjoying the fresh air, suddenly heard this and became furious. It turned its head sharply, its angry eyes glaring directly at the Venerable Shakyamuni.
“Bald monk, who are you planning to roast?” the chick demanded, enraged that the monk wanted to roast it.
“This chicken can talk…” The Venerable Shakyamuni was startled. A talking chicken was indeed a rare sight.
“Stop arguing. This is Chickie, and this is the bald monk. Get to know each other,” Lin Fan interjected.
“Oh, so it’s Brother Chicken. I’ve heard so much about you,” the Venerable Shakyamuni said, extending his hand for a handshake, signaling a truce.
But for Chickie, reconciliation wasn’t so simple. It leaped up and landed on the Venerable Shakyamuni’s bald head.
“Brother Chicken is quite lively,” the Venerable Shakyamuni said with a laugh.
Lin Fan found it strange that Chickie was being so friendly with the Venerable Shakyamuni. Had it changed its nature?
Suddenly, the Venerable Shakyamuni exclaimed, “Why is my head so warm?”
“Oh no, Brother Chicken, you’ve pooped on me.”
Hearing this, Lin Fan turned sharply and saw that Chickie had indeed left a warm, steaming deposit on the bald monk’s head.
“Cock-a-doodle-doo…” Chickie crowed happily, then jumped onto Lin Fan’s shoulder, folding its wings and placing its hands on its hips. “Bald monk, watch your words in the future. You’re a grown man, yet you speak like a child, not even as well as me, Chickie.”
The Venerable Shakyamuni: “…”
Lin Fan: “…”
…
Meanwhile, in the Buddha Clan.
The Buddha Clan had changed, no longer as it once was. Now, Buddhist chants filled every corner, leaving no place quiet.
In the Western Pure Land…
A group of Buddhas and King Buddhas sat cross-legged, their eyes filled with reverence as they gazed at the supreme being seated on the high platform.
In this Pure Land, Buddhist teachings transformed into golden dragons that coiled in the void. The Buddha was imparting the Dharma, and the Buddhas listened with rapt attention, utterly enchanted.
But for the King Buddhas, it was a time of despondency.
They had once been the powerful leaders of the Buddha Clan, controlling everything. But since the arrival of this mysterious Buddha, everything had changed.
They had been reduced to third-rate members of the Buddha Clan, a situation they found intolerable.
Especially now, as they were seated according to rank, always pushed to the outer edges.
The Buddhas and World Buddhas seated in front seemed to have appeared out of thin air, and what was worse, their strength surpassed that of the King Buddhas.
Was there no justice left? When had strength become so devalued?
For these King Buddhas, it felt as if they had been utterly humiliated.
Crack!
Suddenly, the empty Buddha seats shattered, startling the surrounding Buddhas.
The Buddha seated on the throne opened his eyes, and a vast voice echoed through the void.
“The Golden Bell World Buddha and the Wrathful Buddha have been slain by demons and have returned to the Western Pure Land…”
“Amitabha.”
The surrounding Buddhas chanted sutras, their faces calm.
The King Buddhas, witnessing this, were outraged. How could they remain so composed when their comrades had been killed?
To these King Buddhas, it seemed that these fellows had gone to pursue the Venerable Shakyamuni, and now that the Buddha seats had shattered, it appeared the young man had escaped.
Well done!
Truly a prodigy of our Buddha Clan, directly defeating these old relics.
For these King Buddhas, who had suffered much and been looked down upon by these fellows, the young prodigy’s victory was a great relief.
“It seems I must intervene,” the Buddha said, his golden body protected by coiled Buddhist dragons. He gazed into the infinite void and prepared to depart in his true form.
“We bid farewell to our Buddha,” the surrounding Buddhas chanted in unison.
The King Buddhas, seeing this, grew anxious. If the Buddha went in his true form, could the Venerable Shakyamuni withstand it?
At that moment, the Venerable Shakyamuni glared at Chickie, who returned the stare with equal intensity, as if ready for a fight.
“Wait, someone’s coming.”
Just then, the void underwent a transformation.
The once clear sky was suddenly covered by a mass of white clouds, from which golden, Buddha-like rays of light began to seep.
“Amitabha.”
A vast Buddhist chant resonated through the void, and the white clouds seemed to part, revealing a golden Buddha.
“It’s him, it’s him…” The Venerable Shakyamuni exclaimed in fear upon seeing the newcomer.
To the Venerable Shakyamuni, this figure was utterly terrifying.
“Shakyamuni, as a sinner of the Buddha Clan, why do you resist? Return with me to the Western Pure Land,” the Buddha’s majestic voice shook the heavens and the earth, turning the entire world into a Buddhist realm, with Buddhist dragons soaring majestically.
“To hell with your Western Pure Land,” the Venerable Shakyamuni roared. With Lin Fan here, he wasn’t afraid of this entity.
At that moment, Lin Fan looked at the Venerable Shakyamuni in surprise. “Bald monk, your name is Shakyamuni?”
“Yes, that’s my full name, but I prefer you call me the Venerable Shakyamuni,” he replied.
“Wow…” Lin Fan felt a strange sensation.
But at this moment, the Buddha in the void seemed anything but simple.
“Benefactor, you have a connection with our Buddha. You may join our Buddhist order,” the Buddha said to Lin Fan with a calm demeanor.
“Join your sister…” Lin Fan didn’t expect the bald monk to try to lure him into the Buddha Clan. This was ridiculous.
“Humph!”
Suddenly, the Buddha became angry, and a vast palm descended from the sky. “Benefactor, turn back from the brink.”
“Benefactor, it’s up to you…” The Venerable Shakyamuni, seeing this, shouted and retreated.
This level of battle was beyond him; it was up to Lin Fan to handle it.
For Lin Fan, this bald monk seemed quite formidable.
…
After listening to the bald monk’s words, Lin Fan fell silent, never expecting so many things had happened.
“Benefactor, where have you been these past five years?” asked the Venerable Shakyamuni.
“This…” Lin Fan was momentarily at a loss for words. How could he possibly say that he had been ‘worked over’ by a girl for five whole years?
“I was in seclusion for cultivation,” he finally replied, finding it the most plausible explanation.
“So that’s it,” the Venerable Shakyamuni sighed. “No wonder I haven’t heard from you in years. Your strength has indeed grown more formidable.”
At that moment, Lin Fan released the chick from his pocket dimension.
“Cock-a-doodle-doo!”
The chick, upon emerging, raised its head and let out a loud crow.
Seeing the chick, the Venerable Shakyamuni’s face lit up with joy. “Benefactor, your timing is impeccable. I’m starving. Let’s roast this chicken.”
The chick, stretching and enjoying the fresh air, suddenly heard this and was enraged. It turned its head sharply, its furious eyes glaring at the Venerable Shakyamuni.
“Bald monk, who are you planning to roast?” the chick fumed. It was outrageous that this bald monk wanted to roast it.
“This chicken can talk…” The Venerable Shakyamuni was startled. A talking chicken was indeed a rare sight.
“Stop arguing. This is Chickie, and this is the bald monk. Get to know each other,” Lin Fan interjected.
“Oh, so it’s Brother Chicken. I’ve heard so much about you,” the Venerable Shakyamuni extended his hand, suggesting a handshake to make peace.
But for Chickie, reconciliation wasn’t so simple. It leaped up and landed on the Venerable Shakyamuni’s bald head.
“Brother Chicken is quite lively,” the Venerable Shakyamuni chuckled.
Lin Fan found it strange that Chickie was being so friendly with the Venerable Shakyamuni. Had it undergone a change of heart?
Suddenly, the Venerable Shakyamuni exclaimed, “Why is my head so warm?”
“Damn it, Brother Chicken, you pooped on me!”
Hearing this, Lin Fan turned sharply and saw that Chickie had indeed left a steaming, smoking pile on the bald monk’s head.
“Cock-a-doodle-doo!” Chickie crowed happily, then jumped onto Lin Fan’s shoulder, folding its wings and placing its hands on its hips. “Bald monk, watch your words in the future. You’re a grown man, yet you speak like a child, not even as well as me, Chickie.”
The Venerable Shakyamuni: “…”
Lin Fan: “…”
…
Meanwhile, in the Buddha Clan.
The Buddha Clan had changed. It was no longer as it once was, filled with the sounds of Buddhism, and no longer peaceful.
In the Western Paradise…
A group of Buddhas and King Buddhas sat cross-legged, their eyes filled with reverence as they gazed at the supreme being seated on the high platform.
In this paradise, Buddhist teachings transformed into golden dragons swirling in the void. The Buddha was imparting the Dharma, and the Buddhas listened with rapt attention, utterly enchanted.
But for the King Buddhas, it was a different story.
They had once been the powerful leaders of the Buddha Clan, controlling everything. But since the arrival of this mysterious Buddha, everything had changed.
They had been relegated to third-rate status within the Buddha Clan, a situation they found unbearable.
Especially now, their seating was arranged by rank, and they were consistently placed at the back.
The Buddhas and World Buddhas seated in front seemed to have appeared out of thin air, and what was even more intolerable for the King Buddhas was that these newcomers were even more powerful than they were.
Was there no justice left in the world? When had strength become so devalued?
For these King Buddhas, it truly felt like they had been screwed over.
Crack!
Suddenly, the empty Buddha seats shattered, startling the surrounding Buddhas.
The Buddha seated on the throne opened his eyes, and a vast voice echoed through the void.
“The Golden Bell World Buddha and the Wrathful Buddha have been slain by demons and have returned to the Western Paradise…”
“Amitabha.”
The surrounding Buddhas chanted sutras, their expressions calm.
The King Buddhas, witnessing this scene, were furious. Their comrades had been killed, yet everyone remained so composed. Was this really the time for such calmness?
To these King Buddhas, it seemed that these fellows had gone to pursue the Venerable Shakyamuni, and now that the Buddha seats had shattered, it appeared that the young man had escaped.
Well done!
Truly a prodigy of our Buddha Clan, taking down these old relics.
For these King Buddhas, who had suffered greatly and been looked down upon by these newcomers, the fact that their clan’s prodigy had defeated these old-timers was a great relief and a much-needed vindication.
“It seems I must intervene,” the Buddha declared, his golden body protected by swirling Buddhist dragons. He gazed into the infinite void and prepared to depart in his true form.
“We bid farewell to our Buddha,” the surrounding Buddhas chanted in unison.
The King Buddhas, seeing this, grew anxious. If the Buddha was going in his true form, could the Venerable Shakyamuni withstand it?
At that moment, the Venerable Shakyamuni glared at Chickie, and Chickie returned the stare, as if ready for a showdown.
“Wait, someone’s coming.”
Just then, the void underwent a transformation.
The previously clear sky was suddenly covered by a massive white cloud, from which rays of golden, Buddha-like light began to seep through.
“Amitabha.”
A vast Buddhist chant resonated through the void, and the white cloud seemed to part, revealing a golden Buddha.
“It’s him, it’s him…” The Venerable Shakyamuni exclaimed in fear.
To the Venerable Shakyamuni, this figure was utterly terrifying.
“Shakyamuni, as a sinner of the Buddha Clan, why do you resist? Return with me to the Western Paradise,” the Buddha’s majestic voice shook the heavens and the earth, turning the entire world into a Buddhist realm with dragons flying and an aura of solemnity.
“To hell with your Western Paradise,” the Venerable Shakyamuni roared. With Lin Fan by his side, he wasn’t afraid of this entity.
At that moment, Lin Fan looked at the Venerable Shakyamuni in surprise. “Bald monk, your name is Shakyamuni?”
“Yes, that’s my full name, but I prefer you call me the Venerable Shakyamuni,” the monk replied.
“Damn…” Lin Fan felt a strange sensation.
But at this moment, the Buddha in the void seemed anything but simple.
“Benefactor, you have a connection with our Buddha. You may join our Buddhist order,” the Buddha said to Lin Fan, his tone calm.
“Join your sister…” Lin Fan was taken aback. This bald monk was trying to trick him into joining the Buddha Clan. What a scam.
“Humph!”
Suddenly, the Buddha was enraged. A vast palm descended from the sky. “Benefactor, turn back from the brink.”
“Benefactor, it’s up to you…” The Venerable Shakyamuni, seeing this, shouted and retreated.
This level of battle was beyond him. It was up to Lin Fan to handle it.
And for Lin Fan, this bald monk seemed quite formidable.
…
“Join your sister…” Lin Fan hadn’t expected this bald monk to try to recruit him into the Buddhist realm. This was clearly a trap.
“Hmph!”
After listening to the bald monk’s words, Lin Fan fell silent, never expecting so many things had happened.
“Benefactor, where have you been these past five years?” asked the Venerable Shakyamuni.
“This…” Lin Fan was momentarily at a loss for words. Could he really say he had been ‘worked over’ by a girl for five whole years?
“I was in seclusion for cultivation,” he finally replied, finding this the least awkward explanation.
“So that’s it. No wonder I haven’t heard from you in years. Your strength has indeed improved,” the Venerable Shakyamuni remarked with a sigh, understanding now why there had been no news of Lin Fan.
At that moment, Lin Fan released the chick from his pocket dimension.
“Cock-a-doodle-doo!”
As soon as the chick emerged, it raised its head and let out a loud crow.
Seeing the chick, the Venerable Shakyamuni’s face lit up with joy. “Benefactor, you’re just in time. I’m starving. Let’s roast this chicken.”
The chick, stretching and enjoying the fresh air, suddenly heard this and became furious. It turned its head sharply, its angry eyes glaring at the Venerable Shakyamuni.
“Bald monk, who are you planning to roast?” the chick fumed, finding it utterly despicable that the monk wanted to roast it.
“This chicken can talk…” The Venerable Shakyamuni was startled. A talking chicken was indeed a rare sight.
“Stop arguing. This is Chickie, and this is the bald monk. Get to know each other,” Lin Fan interjected.
“Oh, so it’s Brother Chicken. I’ve heard so much about you,” the Venerable Shakyamuni extended his hand, suggesting they shake hands and make peace.
But for Chickie, reconciliation wasn’t so simple. It leaped up and landed on the Venerable Shakyamuni’s bald head.
“Brother Chicken is quite lively,” the Venerable Shakyamuni said with a laugh.
Lin Fan found it strange that Chickie was being so friendly with the Venerable Shakyamuni. Had it changed its nature?
Suddenly, the Venerable Shakyamuni exclaimed, “Why is my head so warm?”
“Damn it, Brother Chicken, you pooped on me!”
Hearing this, Lin Fan turned sharply and saw that Chickie had indeed left a warm, steaming pile on the bald monk’s head.
“Cock-a-doodle-doo…” Chickie crowed happily, then jumped onto Lin Fan’s shoulder, folding its wings and standing proudly. “Bald monk, watch your words in the future. You’re acting like a child, worse than me, Chickie.”
The Venerable Shakyamuni: “…”
Lin Fan: “…”
…
Meanwhile, in the Buddha Clan.
The Buddha Clan had changed. It was no longer as it once was, filled with the sounds of Buddhism, and no longer peaceful.
In the Western Pure Land…
A group of Buddhas and King Buddhas sat cross-legged, their eyes filled with reverence as they gazed at the supreme being seated on the high platform.
In this Pure Land, Buddhist teachings transformed into golden dragons swirling in the void. This was the Buddha imparting his teachings, and the Buddhas listened with rapt attention, utterly enchanted.
But for the King Buddhas, it was a different story.
They had once been the strongmen of the Buddha Clan, controlling the entire clan. But ever since the mysterious Buddha arrived, everything had changed.
They had been relegated to third-rate status within the Buddha Clan, something they found unbearable.
Especially now, their seating was arranged by rank, and they were always placed at the back.
The Buddhas and World Buddhas in front seemed to have appeared out of thin air, and what was even more intolerable for the King Buddhas was that these newcomers were stronger than them.
Was there no justice left? When had strength become so cheap?
For the King Buddhas, it was truly a dog’s life.
Crack!
Suddenly, the empty Buddha seats shattered, startling the surrounding Buddhas.
The Buddha seated on the throne opened his eyes, and a vast voice echoed through the void.
“The Golden Bell World Buddha, the Wrathful Buddha… have been slain by demons and returned to the Western Pure Land…”
“Amitabha.”
The surrounding Buddhas chanted scriptures, their faces calm.
The King Buddhas, seeing this, were furious. Their comrades had been killed, yet everyone remained so composed. Was this really the time for such calmness?
To the King Buddhas, these fellows had gone to hunt down the Venerable Shakyamuni, and now that the Buddha seats had shattered, it seemed the young man had escaped.
Well done!
Truly a prodigy of our Buddha Clan, taking down these old relics.
For the King Buddhas, who had suffered much and been looked down upon by these very people, the young prodigy’s actions were a great relief, a much-needed vent for their frustrations.
“It seems I must intervene,” the Buddha said, his golden body protected by swirling Buddhist dragons. He gazed into the infinite void and prepared to depart in his true form.
“We bid farewell to our Buddha,” the surrounding Buddhas chanted in unison.
The King Buddhas, seeing this, grew anxious. If the Buddha went in his true form, could the young Venerable Shakyamuni withstand it?
At that moment, the Venerable Shakyamuni glared at Chickie, and Chickie glared back, as if ready for a showdown.
“Wait, someone’s coming.”
Just then, the void underwent a transformation.
The previously clear sky was suddenly covered by a mass of white clouds, from which golden, Buddha-like rays of light began to seep.
“Amitabha.”
A vast Buddhist chant resonated through the void, and the white clouds seemed to part, revealing a golden Buddha.
“It’s him, it’s him…” The Venerable Shakyamuni exclaimed in fear.
To the Venerable Shakyamuni, this figure was utterly terrifying.
“Shakyamuni, as a sinner of the Buddha Clan, why do you resist? Return with me to the Western Pure Land,” the Buddha’s majestic voice shook the heavens and the earth, turning the entire world into a Buddhist realm, with Buddhist dragons flying about, vast and solemn.
“To hell with your Western Pure Land,” the Venerable Shakyamuni roared. With Lin Fan here, he wasn’t afraid of this guy.
At that moment, Lin Fan looked at the Venerable Shakyamuni in surprise. “Bald monk, your name is Shakyamuni?”
“Yes, that’s my full name, but I prefer you call me the Venerable Shakyamuni,” the monk replied.
“Damn…” Lin Fan felt a bit weird.
But at this moment, the Buddha in the void didn’t seem simple.
“Benefactor, you have a connection with Buddhism. You may join our order,” the Buddha said to Lin Fan with a calm demeanor.
“Join your sister…” Lin Fan didn’t expect this bald monk to try and trick him into joining the Buddha Clan. What a scam.
“Hmph!”
Suddenly, the Buddha grew angry, and a vast palm descended from the sky. “Benefactor, turn back from the brink.”
“Benefactor, it’s up to you…” The Venerable Shakyamuni, seeing this, shouted and retreated.
This level of battle was beyond him; it was up to Lin Fan to handle it.
For Lin Fan, this bald monk seemed quite formidable.
…
“Venerable one, it’s up to you now…” Seeing this, the Buddha Zunjue shouted and hastily retreated.
This level of battle was beyond his capability. He could only leave it to Lin Fan to handle.
As for Lin Fan, this bald monk seemed quite formidable.
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