OBS Chapter 74 The Future Buddha Descends to the Mortal Realm: Public Argumentation, Private Profit Shar
Chapter 74 The Future Buddha Descends to the Mortal Realm: Public Argumentation, Private Profit Shar
The golden light in the sky was very strong.
The weight of the leaves in the valley bent low.
Sun Wukong's palms were sweaty as he gripped the golden cudgel. He was all too familiar with this oppressive aura. It was this same suffocating feeling that had trapped him under the Five Fingers Mountain during his rampage in Heaven.
"Master..." Sun Wukong turned his head and glanced at Tang Sanzang.
Tang Sanzang did not back down.
He stood in the courtyard, looking up at the increasingly clear image of the Buddha in the sky, and quickened the pace of his prayer beads.
Dipankara Buddha sat under the old locust tree, opened his eyes for a moment, then shook his head and closed them again.
This momentum is indeed strong, but it's no match for this mountain resort.
The Buddha's shadow in the sky was so large that it covered the entire sky of Jambudvipa.
But he never actually came.
The Buddha's shadow stopped above the clouds.
The golden sea of clouds rolled to both sides, and the majestic image of the Buddha gradually faded away. In its place appeared a void portal shimmering with Buddhist light.
The Buddha did not personally descend to the mortal realm in his true form.
He was a powerful sect leader, yet he couldn't see through Lu Chen's true nature. Even Randeng had fallen here; he would never risk his own golden body to probe this bottomless pit. That enormous Buddha image was merely a show of force to clear the way.
A round, chubby figure emerged from the void portal.
Bald head, large earlobes reaching his shoulders, bare chest and exposed breasts.
He always wore an unchanging smile, held a tattered palm-leaf fan in his hand, and had a dusty cloth bag slung over his shoulder.
The Buddha who came from the East, also known as Maitreya, is the future Buddha who will govern the Lesser Western Paradise.
Behind Maitreya Buddha followed five hundred golden-bodied warrior monks holding ritual implements; they were all his direct descendants from the Little Western Paradise lineage.
heaven.
The rear hall of the Lingxiao Palace.
The Jade Emperor looked at the scene in the Haotian Mirror and breathed a long sigh of relief.
"Fortunately, Buddha didn't personally intervene; he sent Maitreya instead."
Venus was wiping his sweat beside him.
"Your Majesty, this future Buddha is the purse of Mount Ling and the successor to the next leader. His personal leadership of the team carries considerable weight."
The Jade Emperor picked up his teacup, took a sip, and let out a cold laugh.
"Buddha sent him here to test the waters. Let's just watch from heaven and see how this Wuwu Manor ends up."
At the entrance of Wuwu Mountain Villa.
Maitreya Buddha descended slowly on auspicious clouds, accompanied by five hundred warrior monks.
His smile was like that of a clay sculpture, standard and amiable. But as his toes were about to touch the ground, his peripheral vision swept over the scene outside the villa.
Three thousand Jiedi were laboriously moving stones.
Five hundred Arhats squatted in the mud to pave the way.
The two Arhats, one subduing the dragon and the other the tiger, were covered in mud and water, pressing their gold teeth into the ground.
The worst part was that under that old locust tree, the Buddha of the Burning Lamp had his hands tucked into his sleeves, looking like a blind old man sunbathing at the edge of a village, and didn't even glance at him.
Maitreya Buddha's toes paused in mid-air.
He almost couldn't hold back his smile.
Before he came, the Buddha told him, "There are changes in the lower realm. Go and investigate, and explain the principles of Buddhism."
Is this what you call "variable"?
This is called the complete annihilation of the elite forces of Mount Ling! Even the Buddha of the past has had his teeth pulled and been used as a watchdog!
In Maitreya Buddha's mind, ten thousand divine beasts galloped through his mind.
He is the future Buddha, the crown prince of Mount Ling.
The Buddha sent him here, clearly intending to use him as high-level cannon fodder. If he were to perish here, the Buddha could conveniently reshuffle the deck.
"What a clever scheme..."
Maitreya Buddha cursed inwardly. But being an old fox who had experienced countless tribulations, he quickly regained his composure and the smile on his face returned.
He landed about ten steps away from the entrance of the villa.
The five hundred monks behind him landed in unison, their vajras striking the ground with a series of muffled thuds, exuding an imposing aura.
"Amitabha."
Maitreya Buddha waved a palm-leaf fan, feigning a look of deep sorrow.
"Benefactor Lu, you have detained my Buddhist disciples, disgracing the dignity of Mount Ling. Today, this old monk has come here on the Buddha's orders, leading the followers of the Lesser Western Heaven, to confront you."
His voice was loud and clear, echoing throughout the entire valley.
Sun Wukong bared his teeth and slammed his golden cudgel on the ground.
"Theory? I think you're asking for a beating!"
Lu Chen remained seated in the recliner, without getting up.
He picked up the teapot on the table next to him, poured himself a cup of cold tea, and slowly took a sip.
"Theory? Okay."
Lu Chen pointed to the open space outside the door.
"There are thousands of workers ahead of you in line. I'll listen to your chanting after they finish repairing the road."
Maitreya Buddha did not get angry.
He waved his palm-leaf fan, turned to the five hundred warrior monks behind him, and instructed them: "You all stay where you are, form a defensive formation, and do not make any rash moves. I will personally go and deal with this demon."
After saying that, Maitreya Buddha strode off alone toward the entrance of the manor.
As he approached, he put away his palm-leaf fan, his smile vanished instantly, and he adopted a shifty-eyed expression.
He glanced around to make sure the monks behind him couldn't hear him before lowering his voice and leaning closer to Lu Chen.
"Manager Lu," Maitreya Buddha spoke, even changing his form of address, revealing a slick, businessman-like air.
Lu Chen paused for a moment, his hand holding the teacup still.
He looked at the round, fat monk with some surprise.
"What do you mean?"
Maitreya Buddha plopped down on a stone stool next to him and sighed.
"That old bastard Tathagata tricked me. He knows this place is cursed and deliberately sent me here to die. If I really fight you, my fate will probably be worse than that of Dipankara. If I turn around and leave without fighting, I'll be accused of desertion when I return to Mount Ling, and I can forget about sitting on the throne of the future Buddha."
Maitreya Buddha rubbed his hands together, a glint of shrewdness flashing in his eyes.
"Therefore, this old monk would like to discuss a business deal with Manager Lu."
Sun Wukong, who was listening nearby, was so shocked that his jaw almost dropped.
The dignified Future Buddha, cursing that old Tathagata to his face? And still want to talk business?
"Tell me about it." Lu Chen put down his teacup, showing some interest.
Maitreya Buddha moved forward slightly.
"Isn't your manor called '55 Manor'? Then let's split the profits 50/50."
"You'll play along with me in a play. We'll pretend to be having a magical duel, fighting to a standstill. Then the old monk will send a plea for help to Mount Ling."
Maitreya Buddha became more and more excited as he spoke.
"I told you, you demon, that your magical power is boundless. We would need a vast amount of rare and precious materials, Nine-Turn Golden Pills, and Bodhi Spiritual Roots from Mount Ling, and I would set up a small Western Paradise Demon-Subduing Array outside this valley to barely suppress you."
"To save face, Buddha will definitely have to bleed. Once the resources are in hand..."
Maitreya Buddha raised an eyebrow.
"Let's split it 50/50. I'll take my share and go out on my own. You take yours and stay here as the king of the mountain. How about it? A win-win deal!"
Quiet.
The entrance to the villa was deathly quiet.
Tang Sanzang's hand holding the prayer beads froze in mid-air; his Buddhist heart was almost broken.
This is the future Buddha of Mount Ling? He's even more unscrupulous than the accountant who cheats in a mortal inn!
Lu Chen looked at Maitreya Buddha's fat face, which was filled with greed.
He picked up a palm-leaf fan and gently fanned himself twice.
"You've got a pretty clever plan. You're embezzling company funds for your own enrichment, and you want me to be your accomplice?"
Maitreya Buddha chuckled.
"Harmony brings wealth, Manager Lu."
"I won't do it."
Lu Chen answered very decisively.
"I'm a man of integrity in business. Road repair is road repair, and emptying chamber pots is emptying chamber pots. Extortion and other dirty work are not within the scope of our resort's business."
Lu Chen leaned back in his chair and pointed outside the door.
"Take your men and get out of here. Or go to the back hill, get some shovels, and dig a fishpond. Food and lodging included."
"Choose one of the two."