On the third day of March, the fishermen on the East China Sea felt as if there was an extra sun in the sky, and it was clearly early spring, but the sun was ten times hotter than in summer.
The sun outside was so hot that even if you wore thick boots, you could feel the heat under your feet. If you go out without martial arts and are not physically strong enough, you will faint in a moment if you can’t stand the hot sunlight.
Even if ordinary people were hiding in their homes, people were gradually succumbing to heatstroke.
The sea is constantly evaporating, with fish floating on the surface with their white bellies.
Only salted fish can survive this kind of weather (laughs).
In fact, the people were right in feeling that there was an extra sun in the sky, but it was only because the extra sun coincided with the original sun that it was difficult to notice the extra sun for a while.
Even if one had the intention to look up, one’s eyes would not be able to bear the sunlight of the two suns overlapping.
At this moment, someone was confronting the extra sun.
“I didn’t expect that after several hundred years, someone from the Tantric sect would have practised the Great Sun Buddha Sutra (that’s a popular name).” The monk with the face of a multitude of beings sat on top of a white cloud and looked up at the sun above his head and sighed tersely.
The Tantric True Sutra of the Great Sun, at a glance, is a divine technique created with the highest Tantric faith, the Great Sun, as its goal.
Once this divine technique is practised, one will be endowed with the might of the Great Sun, as if the sun were incarnated on earth. It shines throughout the world, nourishing and destroying all things.
However, because this divine art is so difficult to practice that it is practically inhuman, no one can practice it, even though it has been handed down to us.
The process of cultivating the Great Sun Ruler Sutra is to follow the example of the Great Sun patrolling the heavens.
In the early morning, when the sun rises, the practitioner’s body is lit up with the fire of the Yang and the light of the Great Sun. This is actually quite simple and there are many people who can practise it.
The hard part is what comes next.
Once practised, the Great Sun Ruler Sutra cannot be stopped, just as the sun rises and sets, and nothing changes as the world changes.
After the first sunrise, the sun begins to lift up and rise continuously. In this, the true fire of the Great Sun will ignite the practitioner’s true qi and blood, serving as fuel to make the Great Sun in one’s body rise and become more and more fiery.
This, in fact, is just like those life-fighting forbidden arts, where true qi and qi-blood are constantly transformed into the most yang and fierce Great Sun True Fire, and if there is not enough true qi and qi-blood, eventually the Great Sun True Fire will burn the practitioner into black ashes.
It is not enough to have enough true qi and qi and blood, for the Great Sun Fire is so fierce and overbearing that if one has an indestructible body, how can it withstand the Great Sun Fire?
And at the time when the sun rises in the middle of the day, when the sun in the body really takes shape and radiates boundless Yang fire, this will be the real first difficult hurdle. If you survive, you will be fine, but if you don’t, you will still end up like that, turning into black ashes.
After this, the sun will set in the west and the Yang fire will begin to weaken until the sun sets in the west and the practitioner is completely lifeless, falling into a state of silence where death is not death.
This is the second hurdle, if one sinks into it, one is really dead. The only way to avoid falling into the realm of death is to penetrate the idea of silence.
After this, the final level, Nirvana. After the sun has set, it rises again on the second day, and the only way to cultivate the true body of the Great Sun is to blossom into a new light in the midst of a broken body.
This is the highest lineage of Tantric Buddhism, the Great Sun Ruler Sutra, a divine work that takes only one day and one night to cultivate, but whose preparation time is not always enough in a lifetime.
Thousands of years ago, many people have practised this sutra, and just as many have died. The monk was naturally shocked beyond belief that someone from the Tantric Sect could practise this divine technique.
“Dare I ask your Holiness’ Dharma name?”
The abbot of the Great Zen Temple, Xin Yuan, who was ranked fourth in the Heavenly Ranking, asked solemnly.
“Heavenly Illumination.” A voice containing immeasurable divine might came from the sun in the sky.
When Monk Xin Yuan heard this, all the images in front of him changed, from the Tantric sects crossing over to the east, to the warriors slashing the eight-headed beasts with their swords, to the monks preaching the Way, to the foreign martial paths taking shape —— and so on, all of which were presented in Xin Yuan’s eyes.
At the end of the picture, it is framed in the scene of a figure draped in the sunlight, hanging high in the sky, being worshipped by all the people.
That figure is the sun overhead, and he is the supreme god of the East – Amaterasu.
“Humph!”
With a cold snort, carrying a divine might from on high, and with the infinite Yang fire burning, the sun-bathed figure in Xin Yuan’s eyes blossomed into a radiance that dazzled the heavens and shone on the earth, burning up the image in his eyes.
“Palm of the edge of life and destruction, Abbot Heart’s Edge deserves this name.” Tian Zhao said.
“Your Holiness has become the supreme god with his person, and the name of Tianzhao is also well deserved.” The faces of all the beings on Heart’s Edge rose and fell, countless voices cascading in an odd and unusual manner.
“You want to stand in my way?” The awe-inspiring voice carried an unpredictable divine authority.
“Although I have the desire to compete with Your Holiness, I cannot bear to involve the innocent people of the East China Sea.” Xin Yuan said, “Your Holiness, this battle in Northern Zhou has been won and lost, and since Master Meng has struck, the Tantric Sect has no chance of winning, it is you and the Tantric Sect who have failed. Your Holiness, why don’t you stop, and spare the lives of the living.”
“You, can’t stop me!” Tianzhao said indifferently.
“Your Holiness has cultivated the true body of the Great Sun Buddha and is worshipped by all the people, so it is true that the poor monk may not be able to do so. However, I am not the only one in the Central Plains.”
As he spoke, several powerful auras came from afar, and although they were still ten thousand miles away, Tianzhao was able to sense directly the strength of the people who were coming, and some of them could pose a threat to his own life.
“Your Holiness, you know that the rise and fall of destiny is in the palm of your hand,” said Xin Yuan, who seemed to have countless colourful threads intertwining in his hands, “The poor monk has already attracted several of the strongest people in the Central Plains, making them aware of the situation here, Your Holiness, if you do not withdraw, you may be in danger of losing your life.”
With these few words, Tianzhao sensed that the nearest people would arrive in a few breaths. If he and Xin Yuan were to be entangled, when they arrived later, even if he, Tianzhao, thought himself invincible, it would be difficult for him to escape death.
“Monk Xin Yuan, very good, I remember you.”
“You have won this time, but this is not the final victory. The Sun God of the Far East will eventually descend upon the Central Plains. The Central Plains will eventually fall into my hands.”
“This is destiny.”
As he finished speaking, the sun disappeared from the sky, the temperature dropped with a palpable sensation, the sea stopped evaporating, and although it had not yet dispelled the remaining heat, no one on the shores of the East China Sea fell into a faint from heatstroke.
The entire population of the Eastern Sea shore was leaping and cheering.
“The next time you enter the Central Plains, it will be the time of your death, Your Holiness, the poor monk has seen your fate.” All the images in Xin Yuan’s eyes shifted and countless causes and effects intertwined, finally settling on a single image, but that image again pa*sed in a flash.