The Legend of Futian

Chapter 2496: Blowing of the Wind

Hua Jieyu and Hua Qingqing both gave a slight nod, but they were a little worried. Ye Futian had been cultivating on Spirit Mountain for all these years, but they had never forgotten that there was still the existence of another threat.

In the Western World of Buddhism, Saint Zhenchan clearly wanted to kill them. Right now, Saint Zhenchan was with the Medicine Buddha Lord, and no one had any information on his current condition. If they were to leave Spirit Mountain, Saint Zhenchan would definitely have ways of knowing that.

Never mind that Saint Zhenchan still had his own power base to support him. As far as the Western World of Buddhism was concerned, many others besides Saint Zhenchan held grudges against Ye Futian.

Faced with such a significant threat, Ye Futian and the others would naturally have to pay close attention.

After all, that was an existence that had survived the second Divine Tribulation of the Great Path. In the beginning, Ye Futian could not contend with him even with the divine body of Shenjia the Great Emperor. He had to self-destruct the divine body in order to wound his opponent. Even then, he was unable to kill him, which demonstrated just how powerful beings of that level were.

“Jieyu, Qingqing, you guys leave first. I will cultivate on the Spirit Mountain for a while longer. Once you have left the Western World of Buddhism, I will go and meet you guys then,” Ye Futian said.

When Hua Jieyu and Hua Qingqing heard what Ye Futian said, they knew his intention immediately. Hua Jieyu frowned slightly. Hua Qingqing had a unique position, so Zhenchan would not dare to do anything to her. Moreover, if Ye Futian stayed in Spirit Mountain, Saint Zhenchan would definitely not risk doing anything to Hua Qingqing and Hua Jieyu. Neither would those who disapproved of Ye Futian. After all, they still had to consider the Buddha and would not touch the companion who had cultivated with the Lord of All Buddhas.

Ye Futian planned to go it alone.

Then, the eyes of Saint Zhenchan would only focus on him.

“Saint Zhenchan has strong cultivation. How do you plan to deal with him?” Hua Jieyu asked. “I am a cultivator who had survived the Divine Tribulation. I can help you.”

However, Ye Futian merely shook his head. Those who had survived the Divine Tribulation of the Great Path and those in the Ninth-Realm of Renhuang were as distinct as existences in two different worlds. It was the same with those who had survived the second Divine Tribulation of the Great Path and those who had only survived the first Divine Tribulation, as they were not on the same level either. The gap between the two was considerable. He had clearly felt this gap while he was battling using the divine body.

After the peak of Renhunag, one must go through the three tribulations. As divine tribulations, one step was akin to a step into the heavens, and after all three tribulations, one became a deity. Therefore, the gap between these last few realms was the most terrifying. Although Hua Jieyu had survived one Divine Tribulation of the Great Path, she would not be an adequate opponent when facing Saint Zhenchan, so there was no need for her to risk her life by participating.

“Don’t forget, I have cultivated Buddha’s Celerity, and I can go anywhere in the world that I wish. I will find a way to get rid of him,” replied Ye Futian.

“But the gap between the realms…” Hua Jieyu frowned. Even though Buddha’s Celerity was one of the six superpowers of Buddhism, the realm gap between Ye Futian and Saint Zhenchan was far too great. It was the kind of gap that couldn’t be bridged with the help of the divine body. Although Ye Futian had now entered the Ninth-Realm, the gap remained a chasm in reality.

No matter how strong his Buddha’s Celerity was, it would be difficult for him to escape from his opponent’s hands.

“Jieyu, on this trip to Spirit Mountain of Western Heaven, don’t you see that I am a person of great fortune, judging by the attitudes of all the other Buddhas? Moreover, Buddha’s Celerity, one of the six superpowers of Buddhism, had been passed on to me by The Buddha himself, which must have its own significance. The Buddhist superpowers allow one to see into the past and the future. Perhaps the Buddha had foreseen some things that will happen in the future. There is no need for you to worry,” Ye Futian replied to Hua Jieyu.

Hua Jieyu thought about it carefully and found that what Ye Futian said was reasonable enough. From all of Ye Futian’s adventures on Spirit Mountain over the years, one could tell that his fate was definitely extraordinary.

However, she still felt uneasy.

“Go in peace now. I will go and find you again. If it can’t be resolved, I will return to Spirit Mountain directly,” Ye Futian continued to persuade her, as he also glanced at Hua Qingqing. At the moment, Hua Qingqing said to Hua Jieyu, “I have been cultivating with the Buddha for many years. The Buddha’s actions have always had deep significance. Nothing would go awry.”

Hua Jieyu nodded, finally agreeing to Ye Futian’s suggestion. She decided to leave first.

Afterward, Hua Qingqing did not deliberately bid anybody goodbye. The Buddha was no longer on the Spirit Mountain, but nothing that happened here would escape the Buddha’s all-seeing eyes.

When their group was about to leave, many great Buddhas appeared, saying loudly and clearly, “Respectfully sending off the great Buddha.”

“Respectfully sending off the great Buddha.” Many voices were heard at the same time, coming from different directions on Spirit Mountain. Hua Qingqing faced Spirit Mountain, bowed slightly, and said, “Thanks to all the Buddhas. When I return to Spirit Mountain in the future, I will discuss Buddhism again with all the Buddhas.”

After that being said, Hua Qingqing turned around, and the group walked onto the back of the Golden-winged Roc. The Roc’s wings shook as it suddenly took off into the air, heading outside of the Spirit Mountain.

Hua Jieyu, Fang Cun, and the others were standing on the back of Golden-winged Roc and looking at Ye Futian.

“Master, be careful,” Little Ling said through voice transmission. She was still a little worried about Ye Futian.

But Ye Futian smiled without a care in the world and waved. Now his state of mind was very peaceful; even if he knew that danger was imminent, he was not disturbed.

All the Buddhas on the Spirit Mountain knew why Hua Qingqing and the others decided to leave first—they were guarding against Zhenchan.

In the distance, many Buddhist cultivators looked at the ancient peak where Ye Futian was; their expressions revealed their indifference. It was enough as long as they watched him and made sure Ye Futian did not leave. No one cared too much as far as Hua Qingqing and the others were concerned.

When Ye Futian saw the Golden-winged Roc disappeared into the distance, he continued sitting atop the ancient peak to cultivate, entering into a deep state of meditation as he continued with his cultivation of Buddhist methods. Although he had broken through the realm, the cultivation was helpful to the cultivation of Buddha’s Celerity.

Now that he had stepped into the Ninth-Realm, his Buddha’s Celebrity was also getting stronger. It was just that he hadn’t yet had a chance to really showcase it, even to this day.

Outside the library, a plainly-dressed monk was sweeping the fallen leaves with a broom, as if he was blended into this scenery and became one with it. This monk was none other than Bitter Zen.

When the wind blew, the leaves scattered. Bitter Zen swept them together again and murmured, “Buddhism should be a land of purity. But if the hearts are not calm, then the wind will not stop blowing.”

With that, he raised his head and cast a glance into the distance, sighing secretly in his heart.

…

At this time, in another part of the world, which was also on the pure land of Buddhism—the Vaidurya Pure World, where the Medicine Buddha Lord resided.

In front of a Vaidurya pagoda, a cultivator was sitting cross-legged, cultivating quietly, surrounded by the Light of Buddha.

However, at this moment, the Buddha beads on his neck moved, and a light seemed to appear; it penetrated directly into his brow chakra. This cultivator received a message instantly as he opened his eyes and a cold ray flashed through them.

Did they finally decide to depart?

“Zhenchan!” At this moment, a voice came from the ether. When Saint Zhenchan heard this voice, he was immediately solemn. He clasped hands together and said, “Buddha Lord.”

“Since your mind has not been made up, go back.” That ethereal voice was heard again, which stunned Saint Zhenchan. His eyes focused into the far distance for a moment before he got up and bowed in the direction, saying, “Thank you, Buddha Lord.”

He knew that he should leave now!