Monster Chronicles: My Daoist Skill Comes from Mythology

Incense Fire Divine Tao World.

This world is a Medium Thousand World, composed of dozens of Small Thousand worlds and one Medium Thousand world.

However, this world is not a unified Divine System. Instead, it is formed through mutual restraint and integration among several powerful deities.

Among them, the Great Sun Buddha Ancestor, representing the sun, is a Buddha of the Medium Thousand, under whom are seven Small Thousand worlds, one of which is Lingwei Buddha's domain.

Lingwei Buddha arrived at the Western Pure Land.

Amidst blooming lotus flowers, Sanskrit chants, and radiant golden light, stood a colossal purple-gold Buddha statue, reaching an immeasurable height of tens of thousands of miles. The Buddha twirled a flower and smiled, exuding a subtle sense of Zen wisdom.

"Buddha Ancestor, where shall I go?"

"To an unclaimed Small Thousand World. This individual has ties to our Dharma; guide them to the path, so the Buddhist Sect may flourish."

The Great Sun Buddha Ancestor's voice, like a mighty bell, was deafening.

Lingwei Buddha looked slightly hesitant and said, "If that is so, does the Buddha Ancestor believe I alone can bear this heavy responsibility?"

"This person is underdeveloped, their cultivation has not yet reached Buddha Fruit (Heavenly Immortal); you need not worry."

Hearing this, Lingwei Buddha felt reassured. He returned to his Small Thousand World to await the right moment when the Great Sun Buddha Ancestor would send him over to conquer that Small Thousand World.

If the individual was cooperative, perhaps they might even gain control of the world and become its master. If not, they would have to be forcibly converted.

That opportune moment was likely to coincide with the Small Thousand World's Upper Pure Demon Tribulation.

The Upper Pure Demon Tribulation is a catastrophic event that every Small Thousand World must endure. It arises from cosmic filth, with Outer Heaven Demons from unknown realms and ancient Great Demons seizing the chance to appear, bringing disaster to the world.

This is the time when a Small Thousand World is at its weakest, most susceptible to external detection.

Of course, only a small number of Small Thousand Worlds share the same tribulation timing, while the majority differ in their timelines for the Upper Pure Demon Tribulation.

At this moment, Lingwei Buddha planned to exploit their vulnerability by using the cosmic calamity to spread the faith, a skill in which they were most adept.

Yet, before this, he considered sending a few forerunners to make some preparatory arrangements.

First, establish a presence in that world. It didn't need to be large-scale, but at the very least, they had to secure a foothold. Otherwise, entering alongside the Heavenly Demons might lead to being mistaken as part of the Evil Demon faction.

With this thought in mind, he summoned two of his disciples.

"Fazang, Shihui, I have a task for you."

"Master, please instruct us."

Shihui was an exceedingly ugly young monk, while Fazang had a refined and handsome appearance. The two were a stark contrast in demeanor.

"Spread the faith. This journey will be fraught with countless difficulties. Are you willing to go?"

Lingwei briefly explained the situation and the challenges they would face in the future.

"This endeavor is one of life and death; at all costs, you must win the recognition of the Otherworld's beings. There will only be the two of you. What are your thoughts?"

Lingwei Buddha intended to test his disciples.

"Start with the royal family, using magic to bring them benefits, and spread the Dharma with their support," Fazang suggested.

"What specific methods?"

"For instance, exorcising evil for them, healing their illnesses, or fulfilling their desires."

"What if peace prevails in their world?"

"Then we create a disruption."

Fazang chanted the Buddha's name, his expression radiating compassion.

As he spoke, there was not a hint of malice in his intent.

Fazang was a determined advocate of the Dharma. Even if it required employing underhanded methods, he considered it a mere trial preceding the adoption of the Righteous Skill. Without experiencing hardship, how could one embrace Buddhist Law?

In the words of the Great Sun World Venerable, this was a test—allowing an individual to undergo immense sorrow and joy, great loss and gain, to ultimately achieve enlightenment.

"You are capable. What about you, Shihui?"

Lingwei Buddha was quite satisfied with Fazang's answer.

"I have nothing else but sincerity."

By treating others with genuine earnestness, benefiting sentient beings without concern for fame or profit, one could naturally win their hearts and admiration.

"And your methods?"

"Sincerity is the method."

Lingwei felt dissatisfied with this wooden disciple. Not only was Shihui's appearance unappealing to him, but his personality lacked adaptability, making him rigid and inflexible.

He was not suited to inherit his teachings.

"Forget it. Shihui, just follow Fazang's lead. In a moment, I will open the boundary for you. Pass through it, and remember: do not seek conflict with anyone."

"Understood."

Several days later, in Lingwei's Small Thousand World, Buddhas and Bodhisattvas gathered, pooling their Buddha Power to form a massive lotus.

The golden lotus was exquisitely lifelike, with countless Sanskrit mantras adorning its exterior and boundless wondrous laws within.

The two disciples bid farewell to their fellow monks and set off on their world-conquering journey.

This departure might involve far more than the famed eighty-one tribulations.

After all, they were venturing into an entirely new world, where they would confront a well-established Heavenly Court.

Of course, they were not meant to battle the entire Heavenly Court on their own.

As long as they could establish a strong foothold and spread the renown of the Dharma, their mission would be considered successful.

Yin and Yang reversed; sun and moon alternated.

After a whirlwind sensation passed, they found themselves standing before a bustling mortal city.

The two monks transformed, growing long hair.

"What a grand city! Could this be the mortal capital? Is there a festival today? Come, let's go in and see."

The two blended into the crowd, only to learn that it was not a capital city but merely a common State Mansion, one of the ninety-nine State Mansions in the Nine States.

"For a State Mansion to be this prosperous... Hmm? There are demon beasts here too. What is this? Some kind of magic? Has everyone in this world learned magic? How can such spells be spread so recklessly!"

Fazang shook his head and sighed. "The Dharma should not be taught indiscriminately. If certain people misuse it, would it not corrupt the world?"

Moreover, this reckless dissemination posed a significant obstacle to their efforts to spread the faith.

"No, look more carefully," Shihui noticed something amiss. Though traces of magic were evident, there was not a single cultivator in sight.

It seemed that in this world, mortals and cultivators were distinctly separated.

Shihui found this arrangement agreeable. The red dust of mortal existence was impure and could easily distract one's resolve. Taoist Realm and one's heart were hard-earned through cultivation, yet easily lost, leaked, forgotten, or diminished. Out of ten portions of effort, only three might truly bear fruit.