The Great Bandit of Journey to the West

Chapter 66 Let the Bullets Fly

Sun En didn't seem pleased when he heard Jiang Feng's words; instead, his eyes revealed a hint of reminiscence, as if he were missing something.

After a moment, Jiang Feng said, "Times have changed, there's no use thinking about it anymore."

The world has been in turmoil for three hundred years, and the human world is filled with wandering ghosts, all of whom are stuck at the gates of hell and unable to enter the underworld.

We beg you to summon the Longevity Army to protect us and guide the souls of the dead.

Sun En's eyes trembled slightly, and he hesitated, saying, "The young men of Jiangdong followed me in starting a rebellion, but in the end, not a single one survived. How can I face them now..."

Jiang Feng said, "If you agree to help me, I will also send the souls of those immortal soldiers to the underworld to be reincarnated."

Furthermore, I can promise you that I will capture Liu Yu's spirit and let you beat him up to vent your anger!

Sun En waved his hand, straightened his appearance, and solemnly said, "There's no need to say anything more. This concerns the lives of all people, how could I, Sun En, remain indifferent? I agree to this matter."

After saying that, he exuded an aura of self-assurance, and his wet clothes quickly dried, removing all the dirt and grime, revealing a bright yellow Taoist robe.

The next instant, he stepped to the center of the open space, made a hand seal, and his powerful magic power emanated from his soul as he shouted loudly, the sound spreading in all directions.

"Young men of Jiangdong, do not linger on the cold river. People of Changsheng, follow me back home!"

A sudden gust of cold wind arose, its howling sound coming from all directions.

Countless wandering souls converged here, and within a quarter of an hour, all eight thousand Changsheng soldiers arrived and knelt in unison before Sun En.

Looking at the familiar faces before him, Sun En said with tears in his eyes, "There are many lonely souls in the world today, and many evil spirits block their way, preventing them from returning to the underworld."

I wish to slay demons and guide the souls of the dead. This matter is extremely dangerous; the slightest mistake will result in my soul being scattered!

"My lads, are there any among you still willing to follow me, to slay all the demons and evil spirits, and to restore peace and order to this world!"

"I am willing to die alongside the Celestial Master!"

"I am willing to die alongside the Celestial Master!"

Eight thousand people shouted in unison, not one of them showing the slightest hesitation; their unified shouts resounded throughout the heavens and earth.

After a burst of shouts, Sun En excitedly stepped forward, calling out each person's name, helping them up one by one, and standing guard with them beside the altar.

Seeing that Jiang Feng was about to leave, Sun En stepped forward and called out to him, "Please wait, I have something else to ask you."

Jiang Feng turned around, puzzled, and asked, "What is it?"

Sun En smiled expectantly: "When are you going to summon Liu Yu's spirit?"

Jiang Feng: "..."

After dismissing Sun En, he went to another altar and began chanting scriptures to summon the wandering souls of the Mahayana sect who remained in the human world.

As one monk after another arrived, the shouts of "Buddha!" ​​from the foot of the altar grew louder and louder, and the monks' gazes toward Jiang Feng became increasingly fervent.

Even Sun En, who was standing next to another altar, was dumbfounded.

No wonder he was able to convince me in just a few words; it turns out I've met someone in the same boat!

After an unknown amount of time, a fat monk floated onto the altar and approached Jiang Feng with an anxious expression.

"Stop! This scripture cannot be recited!"

Jiang Feng stopped chanting and looked at the fat monk in front of him, asking in confusion, "Who are you?"

The fat monk looked at Jiang Feng with a pitying expression and sighed, "Alas, the 'Ten Abodes Mahayana Technique' is a conspiracy. This humble monk, Faqing, was harmed by this technique."

"You're Faqing?!"

Jiang Feng gasped in surprise, his eyes widening in disbelief as he looked at the fat monk who called himself Faqing.

Faqing gave a wry smile: "It seems you know this humble monk, which saves me a lot of trouble."

What you may not know is that this cultivation method was passed down by the demon Mara. If you cultivate it to the end, you will become a complete follower of Mara.

"If you immediately relinquish your own magical power, there might still be a chance to save him!"

Jiang Feng stared at him, looking him up and down, and said with great suspicion, "You just casually ask me to cripple my magic power? You look exactly like Mara to me!"

Fa Qing was slightly taken aback, and said with a hint of helplessness, "I know you don't believe me, but what I said is true."

He sighed and continued, "Back then, in the world I lived in, some monks owned vast fields and had thousands of servants, while others, like me, had no roof over their heads to keep them from getting any sun."

I thought to myself, "If I kill all the monks and Taoist priests, leaving only the people who believe in me, and then have them follow my teachings, wouldn't the world become a paradise?"

Jiang Feng curled his lip, revealing a meaningful expression: "Then why don't you unleash a world-destroying flood, build a giant ship, and only let your followers board it?"

Fa Qing was taken aback, his expression becoming somewhat complicated: "I did think of this method, but my magic power is not sufficient to achieve this."

Just then, the "Ten Abodes Mahayana Practice" appeared beside me. After practicing it, I finally obtained powerful magical abilities and began to use them.

As Faqing spoke, his face contorted with pain. After a moment, he continued, "I just kept killing and slaughtering, killing countless people who didn't believe in me. Until my dying breath, I regretted it."

I regretted the killing I had committed and wanted to ask Buddha for forgiveness, but instead, Mara appeared before me.

"He told me that this exercise was given to me by him on purpose, and that it was this exercise that amplified my desires and made me lose my true self."

Cultivating it will only harm you. Just listen to me and discard your magical power.

Jiang Feng stared at his face, scrutinizing him for a moment, before saying, "Are you sent by Guanyin Bodhisattva?"

Fa Qing asked with a puzzled look, "What do you mean?"

Jiang Feng gave a faint smile: "It's nothing, I was just asking casually."

"If I were to relinquish my magical powers as you suggest, how would I then deliver these wandering souls from suffering?"

Faqing sighed and said with a sorrowful expression, "Even if you have this magical power, you cannot truly liberate them."

Currently, only Hinayana Buddhism exists in the human realm, which cannot prevent people from falling into the cycle of rebirth.

"Now all sentient beings are eternally trapped in the sea of ​​suffering, unable to escape. Only by seeking the Mahayana Dharma can people attain liberation."

Jiang Feng's expression turned serious, and he asked in a very cooperative manner, "May I ask, Master, where can one obtain Mahayana Buddhist teachings?"

Faqing immediately adopted a solemn expression and said, "Our Buddha possesses the Tripitaka, all of which are Mahayana Buddhist scriptures, and they are all kept in the Great Thunderclap Temple in the Western Paradise. If you sincerely seek the scriptures, you may go there... What are you doing with that Vajra pestle?"

Jiang Feng thrust the Vajra Pestle into his chest and roared, "You audacious Mara, you dare to show off your petty skills before an expert!"

How dare they bewitch the holy sons of Buddhism and do things that disrupt our Buddhist community!

You know, good will always prevail over evil, let the bullets fly...

"Bah! Don't you know that evil will never prevail over good? Today I will surely destroy you, body and soul, so you can never again impersonate my Buddhist disciple to swindle people!"

Faqing looked down at the Vajra pestle stuck in his chest and fell silent for a moment: "..."

You resort to violence at the slightest provocation? You're the real Mara!