Chapter 678: Chapter 651: The Author of the Heart Sutra
However, this act of resistance further destabilized their Buddhist Path’s core, causing chaos as Heart Demons invaded their Sea of Consciousness. The three monks shuddered inwardly, no longer daring to resist, accepting the empowerment of this Buddhist Heart Sutra.
With this empowerment, they suddenly felt that each word of the scripture seemed imbued with mystical power, every word seemed the answer of their millennia of enlightenment in front of Buddha, with the possibility of sudden awakening every moment.
“Amitabha!” Master Zhideng’s four-character Buddhist chant echoed in the ears of the other two: “Do not accept its doctrine!”
This is the grand mystical mechanism when debating Buddha.
When high monks debate Buddha, they can bring the entire assembly of followers into their world of the Buddhist Path, with the key to entry being acceptance.
But today, Lin Xiaosu, an outsider to Buddhism, chanting sutras, what if he brings these three high monks in?
In a sense, the three high monks would be his followers!
What kind of debate on Buddhism would this become?
The three high monks, with extraordinary insight, understood this principle well, focusing the Spirit Platform in their Sea of Consciousness, using their own Buddhist Path attainment to counter this profoundly extreme Buddhist Heart Sutra.
But this confrontation led them into yet another trap.
The Buddhist Heart Sutra possessed such great power because the Heavenly Dao acknowledged it.
To resist assimilation is to act against the heavens.
They found themselves completely passive in an instant…
Their lotus pedestals beneath them dissolved layer by layer, while Lin Xiaosu’s lotus pedestal beneath his feet ascended step by step.
“Thus knowing the Prajna Paramita, is the great mantra, the brilliant mantra, the supreme mantra, the unequaled mantra, capable of removing all suffering, genuinely true. Therefore, recite the Prajna Paramita mantra…”
Boom!
The lotus illusion within the lake created by Master Xuanfeng shattered into pieces!
Puh!
The body Buddha of Miao Lian crafted by Master Miaoyu was covered in cracks.
Chiii!
The lotus illusion conjured by Master Zhideng in the void extinguished directly.
“The mantra is recited: Gate Gate, Paragate, Parasamgate, Bodhi Svaha!”
The Heart Sutra ended here.
The entire Buddhist aura around the three high monks was in utter chaos, with their Buddhist Path high platforms beneath their feet riddled with holes and defects, which they forcibly stabilized with their own cultivation of a thousand years but could only be humbled beneath Lin Xiaosu.
Because as the Heart Sutra concluded, the lotus pedestal beneath Lin Xiaosu’s feet layered continuously, forming a nine-level lotus platform.
He was elevated on the lotus platform, while the three high monks appeared to bow at his feet.
Meanwhile, over ten thousand followers in the congregation had unknowingly faced him, bowing at his feet.
If asked when these followers had turned, they surely would not know, as they were unaware themselves—this was the pull of the Buddhist Path.
Master Zhideng slowly opened his eyes, filled with unwillingness.
Master Xuanfeng softly declared the Buddhist name: “Amitabha, Mr. Li, what is the name of this scripture?”
“The Heart Sutra!”
“How does Buddhism possess the Heart Sutra? You…” Master Zhideng uttered these seven words, and his voice suddenly cut off.
Because transformation suddenly arose on Lin Xiaosu’s lotus platform.
The nine layers of lotus turned into nine sheets of golden paper, upon which was the scripture of the Heart Sutra he had just recited.
As the scripture combined, like golden geese soaring through the sky above Beijing, the golden pages fluttered.
Converging into a book, titled the Heart Sutra!
With the formation of the Heart Sutra, magnificent light shone for ten thousand miles, celestial chants filled the sky with peace and joy.
The old monk of Zhen Heaven Pavilion suddenly stepped to the window, tore off the curtain, and stared blankly at the sky.
“Is an author’s scripture from Buddhism, once complete, considered a sacred text?”
Lei Zhen Tian’s expression suddenly changed.
As the Pavilion Master of Zhen Heaven Pavilion, he was well-versed in all Tao, and naturally understood what it meant for Buddhism to author a scripture.
The so-called authoring of scripture in Buddhism refers to the first creation! It is the original!
Generally, when high monks chant sutras, they chant pre-existing scriptures; no matter how thoroughly you interpret the Buddhist principles, it remains chanting.
While authoring a scripture…
Under this Heavenly Dao, this scripture did not exist.
Only by leaving behind a monumental work of Buddhism would the Heavenly Dao turn pages for you, name it for you, and grant you the strange phenomenon of Buddhist light illuminating ten thousand miles.
Mr. Li, engaging in scripture debate with the three great powers of Buddhism, seemed overly ambitious, yet the ultimate outcome was he singlehandedly authored a scripture, using the great power of Buddhist Path to forcefully crush the three high monks.
Boom!
The Buddha Tower beneath the three high monks crumbled.
The three high monks stood in the void with their Realm Cultivation, yet beneath their feet, there was no trace of a foundation in the Buddhist Path.
Lin Xiaosu stood atop the Buddha platform, holding a seemingly ethereal yet solid Heart Sutra, gazing down at them: “Three masters, the Buddhist Path is for the salvation of the world, the Buddhist Path follows the heavens, the Buddhist Path cannot be a tool for villains to wield, nor can it go against the heavens and all beings. Great Wilderness Beijing is not a place for your three to act recklessly with the name of Buddha. It would be best to return to your own mountain gates and contemplate the essential principles of Buddhism for a thousand years!”
This long passage suddenly made the three high monks feel their Buddhist hearts were riddled with holes.
In the debate on Buddhism, they were utterly defeated!
Not defeated at the hands of a high monk of the Buddhist Path, but at the hands of a young man who was not even a disciple of Buddhism.
The last passage sounded modest, yet who could not detect the deep-seated disdain in his words?
He plainly informed the three that their Buddhist law was not worth mentioning, they were not qualified to debate Buddhism in Desert City, and they should return to their old homes and cultivate for a thousand more years.
How insulting were these words?
Yet the man indeed had this qualification!
Because he singlehandedly forcefully crushed three great heads of Buddhism, without leaving them any room to counter…
They are the giants of Buddhism, they are also the heads of their sects, their dignity, their face, their thousands of years of accumulated reputation, are shattered at this moment, leaving them no face to re-enter Desert City.
“Amitabha!”
Three chants of the Buddha’s name!
Three figures passed through the sky!
The three high monks left desolately!
Lin Xiaosu smiled faintly, and the lotus platform beneath his feet transformed into a gigantic lotus flower, carrying him down from the sky.