Chapter 52: Beauty, Wisdom and War
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The market in the Tumen Tribe was bustling with people coming and going.
A figure wearing a conical hat and a black robe crept up to a passerby, whispering, "My fellow villager, would you like some scriptures"
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“Huh” The pedestrian looked at him with a mixture of caution and confusion.
The man in the straw hat flipped open his black robe halfway, revealing a dazzling array of Buddhist scriptures hanging inside. "Authenticly transmitted from Mount Sanbao, thirty handwritten scriptures by a young holy monk of Buddhism are available for you to choose from. How about one Reciting them regularly accumulates good deeds and ensures profound Buddhist understanding and successful cultivation."
The bystander took a step back and shouted, "Someone is preaching heresy, don't let him get away!"
But before his words could even fade, the man in the hat had vanished.
In another corner of the marketplace, a person in a straw hat appeared again, blocking someone's path. This time, he had a different opening: "Hello, would you like to go to Paradise"
What is the Pure Land
“A world where you don't have to work, study, or suffer. You just eat, drink, and play every day.”
How to go
"Devotion to the Buddha, steadfast faith, and upon death, you will be able to go... Hey, why did you..."
Faced with a growing posse, Jing Li ran out of the Plague Division, his head down and clothes covered in dirt.
He really couldn't figure out what went wrong.
The task assigned to him by his master was to spread Buddhism in the Floating World. He was asked to establish a presence within the existing Shinto beliefs of this world, allowing him to monitor Ao Kui's movements and activities related to faith.
The saying goes, "Before the autumn wind blows, the cicadas know it."
But propagating Buddhism is such a simple thing, he just recites sutras near Xuankong Temple, and countless devout followers gather... How come it's so difficult to do the same in the secular world
He's been chanting scriptures, giving away scriptures, doing blessings and consecrations, even offering pick-up and drop-off services to the Pure Land... none of it's working! After all this time, not a single believer has come. How can I possibly explain this to my younger brother
"Lost! I told you to watch over the shrine before I left, and this is how you report back to me!"
In the water shrine of the Water Cleansing Department, Shui Chen Yan was furious.
The boy opposite him mumbled an apology, his voice filled with regret.
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As the closing disciple of Qing Shui Cheng Yin, if nothing unexpected happens, this child will be the next shaman of the Qing Shui department. Look at his expression, actions, and posture, all well-mannered and sincere, showing that he is gifted.
Ji Huo Yu Xiu tilted her head, looking at him as if about to speak, but then Mr. Lin Chuan gently rubbed her hair.
But seeing Mr. Linchuan smile gently: "It's okay, just bring the remaining research materials over. In a person's lifetime, who hasn't made mistakes"
Jing Shui, having just taught his disciples a few things, noticed the half-smiling gaze of Mr. Linchuan and felt a pang of embarrassment. He quickly got up and said, "This old man will fetch it right away."
In the spacious hall of the water shrine, Jiang Wangning sat firmly in the guest seat. Beside him was Ji Huo Yu Xiu's wheelchair, and Lin Xian stood behind him.
The future head priest of the Purification Department, a boy of about eleven or twelve, was kneeling with his head bowed in the center of the shrine.
From here, you can see the square outside. There stands a statue of a goddess made of ice crystal.
“Alright, your master has left. Don't kneel anymore.” Jiang Wang raised his hand, as if an invisible force lifted the boy up.
"Well," he glanced at the little boy, pointing to the goddess statue in the square outside. "What is this statue Don't you people not believe in gods"
"This isn't a god," the little boy said very seriously. "This is the embodiment of beauty, wisdom, and war, the manifestation of the primordial totem shining in the world, a representative of humankind. Its name—Fenghuo."
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> Wow! You can do that!
Jiang Wang's eyes opened wide, and he suddenly saw the world in a new light.
The floating world, to be precise, isn't about disbelief in God. It's about disbelief in anything beyond the totemic origin, the narrow definition of God. This world is a world of belief in the origin itself.
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But if the Five Elements (Gold, Wood, Water, Fire, Earth) can have original totems, and Wind, Thunder, and Plague can have original totems, why can't Beauty, Wisdom, and War
The eldest daughter of Hou of Curing City, not only had she come into contact with the totem system of the floating world, but she also had a profound understanding of it back then and squeezed into the totem system, maximizing the acquisition of resources!
Looking back today, it's really debatable who truly reaped the most rewards in that world of ups and downs back then.
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Why are Jiang Wu Xie, Li Feng Yao, and Lei Zhan Qian all walking around in the extraterrestrial world using their real names Now that Jiang Wang thinks about it, this is also a way of expressing their teachings outwardly. Their fame and teachings spread throughout the myriad heavens and worlds. Relying solely on their own Star Tower to preach the universe would naturally be much less efficient.
He didn't understand before. In this world of Fulu, with its vast population and abundant resources for faith, he, under his assumed name, considered himself cautious, risk-averse, even smug. Little did he know that he had entered a treasure mountain but lost the most precious jewel. Of course, it wasn't that he wasn't intelligent enough; it was simply the limited perspective imposed by his upbringing.
Li Fengyao's statue is located outside the original ancestral hall of the Water Department, where a large number of people sincerely believe in him.
Many years later, the floating world would not be without beautiful totems, wise totems, and war totems, and tribes would emerge accordingly... What a wealth of resources that would be.
Jiang Wang even started designing the totem images in her heart—beautiful totems could be a miniature of Phoenix Yao's image, she would be extremely beautiful just standing there. The wise totem would be Phoenix Yao thinking on her throne, and the war totem would be Phoenix Yao drawing her bow and killing enemies
Qing Shui offered a large suitcase to Jiang Wang, placing it carefully on the table in the hall and opening it. "Sir, please look," he said, gesturing to the contents within. "Here are all of the Jing Shui department's research on You Tian over the years. We now present them to you."
The box was crammed full of manuscripts, pages upon pages of words swirling like clouds, infused with the scent of ink.
Jiang Wang bowed his head in greeting: "Thank you. The Dragon Demon's punishment was partly due to the contribution of the Cleansing Water Department."
Lin Xian stepped forward and picked up the book box. A broadsword hung at his waist, not sharp but heavy and clumsy. He seemed as dull as his sword, yet possessed a more solid sense of strength.
“Mr. Linchuan, you are too kind.” Jing Shui Chen Yan stood there, weighing his words as he saw the guest off: “I know that sir is busy, so I won’t...”
"By the way," Jiang Wang muttered to himself, "I still want to ask you something."
Jingshui Cheng'an tried to use his weary posture to prompt visitors, "Please speak."
Jiang Wang seemed not to have heard: “Do you have any records of the details of the change at Shengou Mountain back then”
Jing Shui Chen Yin glanced back at the chair before finally sitting down opposite Jiang Wang, hands clasped together. "I didn't expect Mr. Linchuan to be so knowledgeable about the history of Fulu... The change in Shengshou Mountain was a cold case back then, with no useful clues and no reasonable explanation. It was like that back then, and after over a thousand years, what records could possibly remain Nothing more than 'Shengshou Mountain collapsed, the cause unknown.'"
Jiang Wang nodded, his tone natural and sincere: "Your department's shaman, didn't they go to Shengshou Mountain to investigate back then I heard... something about it afterwards... related to the trip to Shengshou Mountain"
Jing Shui Cheng Yan said: "Yi Yuan, the Great One, died seven years after falling at Sheng Hun Mountain during the process of elevating the totem Saint Spirit. This is recorded in the books. I think the old man's death has nothing to do with Sheng Hun Mountain."
Jiang Wang then said, “The changes at Shengshan Mountain that year left no clues. The four totem spirits who went to investigate first all died within a decade. This also led to the change in the structure of their respective tribes. The strongest Xuanfeng split into eight parts, the Hun Tu and Xiao Lei tribes suffered greatly and never recovered. Only the Jing Shui tribe, after a thousand years, still maintained its position as the first water tribe... Do you think there is something special about it”
The visitor before them clearly possessed a far deeper understanding of the history of Fulu than Jing Shui Cheng Yin could have imagined.
He sat there upright and said cautiously, “Saying it’s special isn’t really special. The Water Purification Department has been able to carry on to this day, and everyone can still live a good life. It’s thanks to the blessings of heaven, with an endless supply of talent. Secondly, it’s due to our unity. Everyone in the Water Purification Department works together with one heart and mind, striving forward…only then have we been fortunate enough not to shame our ancestors.”
"Speaking of our ancestors," Jiang Wang said slowly, "I remember that in the legends, the ancestor of the Qing Shui Department was the first person to cleanse Ya Gan Lake, extract drinkable water, and turn bitter Ya into sweet Ya"
Mr. Linchuan's visit to the water purification department was not a spur-of-the-moment decision, but a well-prepared one!
Jingshui Chengyin had such a realization in his heart, and his tone became even more humble: "Legends say that this is how it is. Most of the ancestors of the thirty-six Water Clans were related to Ya Gan Lake."
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But Jiang Wang did not pursue as he had imagined, but instead changed the subject: "In that incident, it was first the fall of Yagan Lake, and then the collapse of Shengshou Mountain. Speaking of which, I know that Yagan Lake is considered the mother river of the Floating people, and it cannot be called 'Sacred'. Why can Shengshou Mountain have the word 'Sacred'"
Jing Shui Chen Yan let out a breath and explained: “In ancient legends, the earliest people lived on Sheng Shan Mountain, using trees as their houses and vines and leaves as their clothes. They drank water from the Gan River, ate fish from Da Hu Lake, picked fruits from Sheng Shan Mountain, and hunted beasts from the old forest. Thus they thrived and multiplied, and later moved to other places... We Floating People are all descended from those who walked down from the mountain. That is why that mountain has its sacred name.”
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Jiang Wang listened quietly and then stood up, saying: "Thank you, Shaman, for clearing up my confusion. I apologize for the disturbance today."
Jing Shui Chen Yin's heart was already prepared to be constantly questioned about historical secrets, but unexpectedly, Jiang Wang said goodbye and left.
I was actually hoping he would leave, but now that he's going, I feel a bit lost. "Mr. Linchuan is leaving already"
Jiang Wang smiled and asked, “Does the shaman want to keep me”
Jing Shui Cheng Yin shrunk back: "You're busy, you're busy..."
Jiang Wang lifted his foot but stopped. "It seems your department is trying to create patterns of beauty, wisdom, and war. May I offer some suggestions"
Jing Shui Cheng Yin glared fiercely at his disciple, not hastening to deny it, but cautiously said: "Master, please speak your mind."
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Jiang Wang pointed with his finger, sketching three images of Li Fengyao in the style of the Ru Meng Ling. He placed them on the table: "The statue of the goddess outside isn't very clear. You can refer to this."
Jing Shui Cheng Yin was startled. "You and Feng Yao..."
"We are like family in this world, always close as siblings. Her younger brother is also my dearest friend, and we often spar together, like hawks fighting dogs." Jiang Wang smiled. "So the Shaman need not be so wary of me."
Jingshui Cheng'yan solemnly said, "I have absolutely no reservations against Mr. Linchuan. I am completely sincere and open-hearted."
"Jiang Wang smiled and waved his hand. "That's all for today, no need to see me off. If you have any news about the World-Destroying Dragon or magic artifacts, remember to send a message."
Then, taking Lin Xian and Jihuo Yu Xiu with him, he soared into the sky.
"Uncle Linshui. I have something unclear." Jihuo Yuxiu asked in the wind.
Jiang Wang strolled with ease, his eyes sweeping across the mountains and rivers, openly letting the world perceive his presence. He said, "Speak."
Chihuo Yu Xiu asked, "Jing Shui Cheng Yan gave me incomplete Heavenly Secrets information. That kid couldn't have lost the important data during his master's absence. Why did you stop me from exposing him"
Jiang Wang smiled and simply asked, "Why expose it"
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In the General's Mansion, celebrating the New Year of Fire, outside the room where three fortune tellers were deciphering the scriptures of creation, a shadowy figure crept closer hesitantly.
"Little White, Little White..." he transmitted sound in hushed tones.
Bai Yu Xia put down the manuscript in her hand, pushed open the door and walked out, a little puzzled: "What's wrong with this little monk"
“Shh!” Jingli quickly told him to be quiet.
After looking around for a while, he pulled Bai Yu Xia to the corner of the wall and whispered mysteriously, "I have something to ask you."
"May I ask" said Bai Yu Xia, adjusting her collar.
“How did this belief about the three treasures of Buddhism spread” Jingli frowned: “I tell them, but they don’t listen.”
Since Bai YuXia helped him start the wine shop's opening business and actually filled his purse, Bai YuXia became a synonym for wit and ingenuity here. In terms of intelligence, she was only slightly less clever than her junior brother JingShen.
The task assigned by his junior brother, he had pledged to complete it with utmost confidence. Of course, it would be embarrassing to ask his junior brother directly, so he came to ask Bai shopkeeper.
"How did you say that" Bai Yuxia asked.
"I'll just be straight with you," Jingli said. "Mount Sanzang is the true lineage of Buddhism, directly passed down from the Buddha himself. My master is the next Abbot of Xuankong Temple, I'm the one after him, my junior brother is the one after me, or maybe even I'm the one after him. Take refuge in us, you can't go wrong."
Bai Yu Xia fell silent for a moment, then said, "Let me ask the young monk a question—regardless of the matter of floating and sinking, how many people in the present world believe in Buddha"
“There are so many, they’re everywhere.” Jingli said matter-of-factly: “I investigated near the Hanging Temple, and out of ten people, nine believed in Buddhism.”
" …Little monk is very strict!"
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"Don't mention that for now, my junior brother should be back soon. You quickly teach me what to do."
"This matter is actually quite simple!" Bai YuXia smiled lightly. "In the Buddhism practiced by the little monk, what's the most important thing"
"I don't know."
"Don't know"
"I cultivate my Buddha, I tell Him what to do, what's most important is what He listens to." Jìlǐ said these boastful words, yet his expression was ordinary, his eyes clear and bright, devoid of any hint of arrogance.
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Yu Baihua then understood, he wasn't "crazy," he was "true."
Such words truly show compassion like a Buddha!
Having given up on persuasion, Bai Yu Xia decided to give a direct solution: "Just assume it's 'cause and effect'. Make a shell of a cause-and-effect totem, call yourself a cause-and-effect shaman, and send some rice, flour, eggs, people will naturally come to believe in you."
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"That's enough."
Jingli didn't quite understand, but she didn't doubt it either. She gave an 'oh' and went to put it into practice.
Ginger wished was just then flying down with the blazing fire and extraordinary skills.
He landed and said, "Little monk, don't go out yet. Accompany me on a trip to Shengshou Mountain!"
The door to the inner room creaked open. Xi Meng stood with his hands on his hips, and Li Yuchuan hung her sword at her side. They both stepped out, ready for battle.
The most important mountain in the Floating Land, it is related to the origin of the Floaters and also marks the beginning of the millennial cataclysm.
Ao Kui is most likely hiding there!
> what kind of feeling she had for that boy.But at this very moment, knowing the outcome of the young man's story.She couldn't avoid it, a deep sadness suddenly surged within her.She thought she was sa...