Taichu Yandao: Starting from the Villain

A flash of red light flew out from the talisman and went straight to Zhao Rui's eyebrows.

"You say what I say." Lu Xuan handed the talisman to Zhao Rui and said, "I, Zhao Rui, swear here that I will never take the foundation-building pill given by my master in this life. If I can, I will return the pill to the Tianqing Sect and hand it over to the Sect Master. Otherwise, my foundation will be shattered and I will never be able to become an immortal."

Zhao Rui held the talisman between his small hands and repeated, "I, Zhao Rui, swear here that I will never take the foundation-building pill given by my master in this lifetime. If I can, I will return the pill to the Tianqing Sect and hand it over to the Sect Master. Otherwise, my foundation will be shattered and I will never be able to become an immortal."

The moment the word "road" fell to the ground, the talisman ignited without wind and a blood-red flame rose up.

The ashes drifted away, and nothing seemed to have changed. However, that fire was the fire of karma, and the oath was a solemn oath. If Zhao Rui violated them, his foundation would be destroyed.

Lu Xuan felt relieved. He looked at the world where everything was white, sighed, and said, "I'm afraid it will snow in Tianqing Sect too."

I don’t know how many thousands of miles away.

That would require crossing the vast ocean and passing through several mortal realms.

In a beautiful land, there is a mountain range that is shrouded in clouds all year round.

The fog in that mountain was strange. Once a mortal entered it by mistake, he would lose his way and be trapped for three days and three nights.

During these three days, mortals thought they had walked a long way, but in reality they were just going around in circles.

The surrounding mountain folks had no idea what was going on and thought it was all caused by evil spirits. As a result of rumors, this place gradually became known as a dangerous place.

Mortals do not know the fairy mountain, but the cultivators around know that there is a thousand-year-old sect here.

The monks of this sect are all good at using swords, and are called the Tianqing Sect.

The Tianqing Sect usually acts in a domineering manner, but no one dares to say a word against it, because the founder of Tianqing Sect has already cultivated to the late Jindan stage, and as long as the Nascent Soul stage does not appear, no one can be his opponent.

More than a hundred years ago, this ancestor cultivated the golden elixir to perfection, and then sat in death seclusion on the highest mountain of the Tianqing Sect.

As spring went and autumn came, the master had been resting for more than a year, and a thick layer of dirt and rocks had already accumulated on his body. After being covered with winter snow, he looked like a protruding stone.

All was quiet and peaceful until one day when the protruding rock suddenly began to tremble.

At the same time, countless birds and beasts began to flee in all directions, but they were like headless flies, not knowing where to run.

Above the sky, a spot of light suddenly appeared and in the blink of an eye it turned into the size of the sun.

After ten or so breaths, the light spot took shape and turned out to be a golden palm print.

The palm print grew larger and larger until it completely covered the sky.

Tianqing Patriarch suddenly stood up and wanted to escape hastily, but like the scattered birds and beasts, he could not find the direction.

“What about Tianqing…” Tianqing Patriarch sighed, but his voice suddenly stopped, and he turned into dust together with the Tianqing Sect.

The golden palm print had a wide impact. Dozens of sects, large and small, and four countries disappeared from the ground on that day, leaving only a bottomless palm pit.

The periphery of the palm pit was glowing red, with countless lava materials surging and surging, but the center was dark and deep, as if leading directly to the underworld.

Not long after, a fierce cyclone of air gushed out from the center of the palm pit and rushed straight into the sky.

Legend has it that there is a holy mountain in the center of this world. Because it is so high and infinitely close to the sky, the monks called it Tianmen Mountain.

The cyclone rushed up into the sky and soon reached the border of Shanggaotian, forming two towering peaks with Tianmen Mountain.

The strong wind blew away the clouds around Tianmen Mountain, and Tianmen Mountain gradually revealed its true appearance.

The top of the mountain was flattened by someone with a knife, and it was as smooth as a mirror.

A man stood in the air above the mountain top. He was wearing a black feather cloak, with pointed ears and a hooked nose. He smiled and said, "Daoyou, your palm strike was really powerful. It even brought out the Nine Nether Evil Qi. If I take it head-on, I'm afraid I'll die."

On the platform at the top of the mountain stood a dozen monks or Taoists. They all had pale faces and looked exhausted.

At the front of the dozen or so people, an old monk's arms were shaking, but he still raised his palms to salute and said, "All... conditioned phenomena are like dreams and bubbles. It seems... I have never understood them."

He took a breath and continued, "Whether I can enter Nirvana or not is a small matter, but this countless killing karma is a great sin. Hell was created because of me, and I should be the one to save it."

The next moment, he took off the rosary from his neck and threw it down the mountain.

The rosary is made up of thirty-six golden relics. One has to observe the precepts and practice for a lifetime to obtain one relic. Before this lifetime, he had practiced for thirty-six lifetimes.

The rosary beads swelled in the wind, and in the blink of an eye transformed into thirty-six golden Buddha statues, some happy, some sad, some with angry eyes, some with kind brows, all with different appearances.

When it grew to a certain size, the Buddha statue split into two, and in the blink of an eye, seventy-two Buddha statues emerged.

After a while, when the Buddha statues fell above the palm pit, they were so densely packed that no one knew how many there were.

At this time, the old monk on the top of the mountain raised his trembling hands, pressed lightly, and said: "One move higher, one step wider, one step higher, today all the Buddhas are paying homage to you!"

"Master, you must not do this." A Buddhist disciple shouted from behind the old monk.

"You can't do that, my friend. The enemy is still there."

There were endless voices of dissuasion, but the old monk was neither sad nor happy. Golden light kept flying out of his body and he headed straight for the Buddha statue below.

Thirty-six relics can only form ten thousand Buddhas. If one wants to suppress the evil spirits of the Nine Netherworlds, one still needs something to serve as the center of the formation. The old monk has a kind heart like a bodhisattva, so he uses himself as the center of the formation.

Golden light spread everywhere, and the old monk gradually turned into a clay sculpture.

On the platform at the top of the mountain, a group of monks looked as pale as death. If the abbot of the Vajra Temple could not stop the enemy, then no one in this world would be able to stop the invaders.

“Junior Brother Dian, I’ll leave the Vajra Temple to you…” The old monk muttered before he completely turned into a clay sculpture.

"Ha... ha..., oh, too slow, another step slower..." Laughter suddenly sounded in the sky.

The haha ​​sound was far away in the sky at first, but by the time the second half of the sentence was heard, a person had already landed on the top of the mountain. It was truly incredibly fast.

The man was wearing a monk's robe with hundreds of patches, and had nine scars on his head. His full beard mostly obscured his features, and all that could be seen was his flushed face and the smell of alcohol.

His belly was so big that when he fell, his butt touched the ground and he bounced twice before coming to a stop.

"It hurts so much!"

After a while, the crazy monk finally got up from the ground and said with a burp, "Brother, you are so stupid that you delayed my drinking time."

When everyone heard him call him "senior brother", they all showed joy on their faces. However, they were shocked when they heard the second half of the sentence. How could such nonsense come from the mouth of a monk!

But the next moment, the crazy monk suddenly threw himself at the old monk's feet and cried, "Brother, you died so tragically. Why did you die? After you die, who else can stop me from drinking and eating meat?"

The crying was so heart-stirring that everyone present thought to themselves, "It seems we have wronged this monk."

Only one middle-aged monk had a face full of shame. He was the disciple of the old monk and the nephew of the monk Dian, so he naturally knew what kind of person his uncle was.

The monk cried harder and harder, and finally wailed, "Brother...Brother, form is emptiness, emptiness is form, wine is emptiness, emptiness is wine...Meat is emptiness, Nirvana is emptiness, all living things are also empty...Brother, why can't you understand it?"

The crying words were completely random, but when the middle-aged monk heard that all living things are also empty, enlightenment suddenly arose in his heart, and he put his hands together and said, "Amitabha."

The crying was so sorrowful that it gradually turned into a majestic sound, infecting everyone on the top of the mountain.

All of these people were the founders of their respective sects and schools, and they had already cultivated to the Nascent Soul stage that countless people admired. Logically, they should all be people with extraordinary minds and character. If not to the point of being emotionless, but at least they had reached the state of emptiness and clarity where they did not show any emotion. But at this moment, these people actually began to shed tears.

Before we knew it, the sky was gradually covered with dark clouds, and as if they were also affected by the sadness, it was about to rain.

"Boom...Boom..." A muffled thunder sounded.

However, the next moment, the monk Dian suddenly changed his tone and continued: "Gate, Gate! Paragate, Parasamgate! Bodhi Svaha!"

Anyone who studies Buddhism must be extremely familiar with this scripture. Even monks from other sects know it by heart.

But to everyone at this time, every word became solemn and magnificent, as if they were listening to the Buddha preaching. By the last word "He", the sound had resounded through the sky, like the sound of heaven and earth.

At this moment, in everyone's eyes, the monk Dian was no longer the one wearing tattered clothes, but was wearing a seven-treasure cassock, emitting infinite Buddha light.

After finishing reading the scripture, Monk Dian put his hands together and said, "The self is empty, the Dharma is empty, the human world is empty, the demon world is also empty, how come you can't understand it, Taoist friend?"

His words were in line with his previous cries, but everyone present, even the middle-aged monk, didn't know what mystery was hidden in his uncle's words.

I just felt that the words my uncle pronounced were solemn and wonderful, as if they could lead all living beings into a mysterious and wonderful realm.

Only the Taoist with pointed ears and hooked nose changed his expression and said, "I, as the Nine-tailed Fox King..."

"The Nine-Tailed Emperor ascended to heaven eight thousand years ago." Monk Dian retorted.

The sharp-eared Taoist's eyes froze, and he lost his previous arrogance. He sighed and said, "How do you know about the demon world? In the past eight thousand years, no other tribe has come to the demon world."

"Of course I can see it from fellow Taoist. Wasn't the fortune of the demon world taken away by the Demon Emperor long ago? Amitabha!" The crazy monk made the Prajna seal and pointed to the sky.

In an instant, the Taoist with pointed ears changed his body shape, and in a moment, he turned into a ball of purple gas.

The purple gas rushed left and right, trying to escape, but no matter which direction it went, there was a swastika blocking it.

The formation became smaller and smaller, and finally turned into a two-foot square cage.

"Gate, Gate! Polo Gate..." Monk Dian put his hands together and began to chant the mantra again.

Syllables flew out one by one, and a golden wheel appeared in the cage.

The golden wheel turned slowly, as if it had a tremendous force, dissipating the purple gas bit by bit.

In just a cup of tea, the gas became smaller and its color became much darker. I'm afraid that in another half an incense stick of time, it will completely disappear into nothingness.

At this moment, the purple gas suddenly gave up struggling and asked, "Daoyou, why don't you ascend to the immortal world that everyone longs for?"