Chapter 23: The Sound of the Three Treasures

e could still commit suicide.If the King of Mount Tai was captured alive, it means he still had a sliver of hope within him. What that hope was is self-evident.It is likely that King Ping didn't fail...The sky has a sea of thunder, gathering to form the blue pupil, called "the eyes of heaven".

There is a pool called the Netherworld Pool on the earth, which appears to be from another world when illuminated. It is known as "the Earth's Eye".

Heaven has eyes, good and evil will be rewarded. Heaven is blind after all.

Therefore, the state has laws to govern right and wrong conduct, rewarding the good and punishing the bad. It acts as heaven's agent to investigate and judge according to local customs.

From “The Records of the Travels and Discussions of You Sheng.”

The last word of this passage, whether "cai" or "zai," has always been a subject of debate. Combining the preceding context, "cha" should be followed by "cai." However, the *Yousheng Bitan* also presents the argument "di zai mingde," so using "zai" here is also plausible.

The reason why even such a simple character has controversy is that the one who wrote down this note, "You Sheng," disappeared too suddenly, and "You Sheng" himself was too mysterious. His historical record is unclear, and it's impossible to trace back his origins.

As a result, this earliest complete description of the state system, hailed as the "first treatise on the state system", contains many unclear passages.

People probably only know that "You Sheng" was the person who discussed establishing a national system with King Jing Taizu Ji Yusu. Most of the content recorded in

This ancient, bottomless, fathomless river was like a tortured python twisting and struggling under the lash of thunder!

At this moment, all the electric lights become eyes, and all the electric lights are blades.

The Celestial Dragon Aspect controls all sight and sound. Everything visible to the eyes, everything audible to the ears, is within its grasp. And with sight and sound, it eradicates all evils. It seeks to drain the waters of the River of Benevolence's End, slaying every demon lurking within its depths, exposing every hidden gaze.

If only Jiang Wang were alone on this Good Fortune River today, he wouldn't be so angry. But he was with Jiang An'an and Ye Qingyu, covertly spying from the sidelines. He would never consider this thief a good person.

It is imperative to track its whereabouts, ascertain its name, and eliminate the possibility of future harm.

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“Don’t mess with me!” The vague voice only let out such a strange cry, that voice had a hoarse sound at the end of life.

As for Master Jiang's sensitivity to sound, he could especially feel that this "sound" was gone.

In other words, the sound and its source have severed all connections. With just that single utterance, it dissipates without a trace, leaving no room to search for it.

It seems that the Benevolent River is not its fundamental source. Or perhaps, the so-called Benevolent River is merely one path.

The celestial dragon's dharma form spread its five fingers wide, scattering the blade's edge. With a flick of its sleeve, it absorbed all the lightning.

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This river has many secrets yet to be uncovered. Since the presence lurking in the shadows has already escaped, there's no need to immediately scour the entire river.

“Strong” can sometimes be an opponent’s weapon because it makes you overlook a lot of danger.

Above was a menacing stalactite forest hanging like an evil god's lair, and below flowed the dark river, as calm as still water. The immortal dragon, with its ethereal form, walked in mid-air, expressionless, towards the distance.

Lightning is a punishment from heaven.

Now that he has become a celestial being, having attained the Dao of Heaven and grasped it before letting go, Master Jiang's understanding of thunder surpasses anything he has known before.

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With just a glance at Jiang An'an casting her spell, he could already grasp the essence of 《Golden Pavilion Cloud Palace Fingertip True Immortal Thunder Art》. When Jiang An'an presented him with the ancient scripture like a treasure for him to peruse, after reading it thoroughly, he had reached the pinnacle of mastery.

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The "Descending Outer Dharma Vajra Thunder" imparted by Master Kuji and frequently used by him had reached a state that even the high monks who created this technique in the first place had not attained.

Jiāng Wàngbó, having been introduced to numerous Zen Buddhist techniques known as "Lèiyīn" from the virtual realm of Tàixū Huànjìng through the Yǎndào Tái platform, combined his own comprehension of Heavenly Thunder with these techniques. He thoroughly analyzed and refined them, ultimately elevating them to a state of "supremacy."

This revised version of the Thunder Sound Mantra, retaining only a few key elements of its original essence, should no longer be called "The Vajra Thunderbolt Dharma of Taming Demonic Beings."

Even if the true Vajrapani descended, he would not be as imposing as Master Jiang now!

Jiang Wang named it … “The True Dharma of the Three Treasures and Thunder Sound.”

The orthodox lineage of Zen Buddhism resides in the Three Treasures.

Sanzhao Mountain's gate is dilapidated.

Suffering is called the Three Jewels, namely: * The knowledge of suffering, * The experience of suffering, and * The wisdom of suffering.

Jìnglǐ once firmly believed this.

Later, he did not think that way.

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The three treasures in his heart are "master, fellow disciples, and myself".

Now there are only two treasures left.

One strives for the summit again, while the other still seeks answers.

In the ghostly prison of Fengdu, Jingli in his prisoner's garb sat on the ground facing away from the bars. Stacks of files towered around him, like walls enclosing him.

He has lost some weight.

The physical body of a true immortal in this world has already manifested its true immortality, and logically speaking, there should be no possibility of becoming thin.

But his temperament, indeed, was not as smooth and rounded as before. There was no longer that naive and carefree sense of happiness.

His shoulders slumped, his head hung low, and his fingertips strained as he turned the pages of a book one by one, reading with intense focus.

He had never studied Buddhist scriptures with such seriousness before—it wasn't that he didn't love learning, but he was listening to his master. He was naturally gifted in sutras; his master said that there was no need to read any other mediocre texts and they would only confuse the true Buddha.

Back then, Master Ku-ti gave him a secret scripture and told him to study it hard. As a result, the master blocked the door and scolded him for a whole month. No one ever persuaded him to read scriptures again.

Master...

Jingli often thinks of her master.

Their neighbor, the Pure Precept Monk, was sitting opposite them across a walkway, facing away from the fence but leaning back in a relaxed posture.

Even in his prison garb, he exuded an air of nobility. He sat like a crouching tiger, leaned like a true dragon. But when he opened his mouth and began to prattle, that nobility vanished instantly: "Wei Xuanche won the bet. During his reign, only one significant event occurred in the martial arts world—the flourishing of the Wudao Grand Era. His achievements surpassed those of all previous Wei rulers. He and Wu Xun laid a solid foundation for the state. The rise of Wei is unstoppable."

What's about rising or not rising, big or not big, Jing Li doesn't care about these things.

He was even less familiar with the State of Wei.

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He was painstakingly searching through the information that had been brought to him by his contact in the Bear Consultancy, desperately looking for familiar names.

It's strange, the master others described and the master in his heart seemed like two completely different people. He felt familiar yet unfamiliar, kind yet fearful.

Xiong Zidu continued, "Wei Xuanche has been enduring for years, and Wu Xun has long been eager to test his military might. The Wei army must be a formidable force, but how strong it is remains unknown. If the Wei state wants to seize the opportunity and soar, they must find a way to prove themselves, to raise their banner. The old methods no longer work. Coincidentally, Chu has changed its system and cannot spare its hands—this is something everyone can see—it all depends on what Jing does next. Hehe! The Southern Region overlord is preoccupied with his own affairs, let's see if the Central Kingdom of Jing can still deploy troops to dominate the world. We'll also see if Wei Xuanche has the fist worthy of his ambitions."

He mumbled to himself for a while, then turned his head and said, "Hey! I've found all the intel I could, every bit of hardship, pain, and misery -- what do you make of it all"

Jingli didn't speak.

He saw some things, but he didn't want to tell anyone.

Xiong Zidu said, “When I first came to Nan Yu, it was to escape. Luoshan has no history of Buddhism, at least not in the thousands of years since the Zu family took control of Luoshan. It has nothing to do with the Buddhist sect. Why would Zu Guanglie save him And why did he believe that Zu Guanglie was a Buddha's disciple and had to pass on his mantle”

Qing Li remained silent, continuing to flip through the files. He discovered that his master had traveled to many places in his lifetime. Although he hadn't achieved great fame in the world, he had fought with many people.

He seemed like the master's master, watching over the master's growth just as a master watches over their student.

“Sigh, once I'm out of here, I certainly can't speak so freely.” Xiong Zidu continued, “A sovereign must keep his joy and anger hidden from view, making it impossible for people to guess his thoughts. Besides, every word spoken by the emperor should be carefully considered and carry weight. He mustn't waste words. Hah! I don't seem very much like an emperor, do I”

He continued, “But what kind of emperor is great, and who gets to define that”

He can be quite bold sometimes, but other times he's just too verbose.

Once a person gets involved with "絮叨" (chattering), it becomes very difficult for them to appear dignified.

"Pure Rites! Pure Rites! The Pure Rites of Mount Sanbao! Say something, what do you think" Xiong Zidu shouted, "Am I a good emperor"

Jing Li was silent for a long time, then raised her head from the pile of documents: "Your father is still here."

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“The future great emperor!” Xiong Zi-du emphasized. “The future great emperor!”

"Oh," said Jingli.

He didn't think that was quite right. He wasn't even as good as his junior brother!

When my younger brother wore the robes of a nobleman, he was extremely imposing. It's a pity I haven't seen him wear monk's robes, otherwise, he would have looked like a Buddha.

Xiong Zi asked again: "Do you know what the State of Equality did on Mount Jiao Wu"

He didn't wait for Jingli to reply, or perhaps Jingli hadn't intended to answer at all. He continued, "We reached a cooperation agreement through you."

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"Huh" Jingli didn't understand.

Who went through How did they go through

He doesn't know anything yet.

“Little Arhat, I just like your unfathomable and taciturn demeanor.” Xiong Zidu said: “I’ve decided to appoint you as the National Master. When I ascend the throne, you’ll take office immediately.”

They did indeed reach a mutually beneficial cooperative agreement. Currently, these materials related to the master are thanks to Xiong Zidu's help.

Jing Li had never thought about becoming an official. After thinking for a moment, he asked, "What can the national teacher do"

Xiong Zi stood out the key points: "You can hit whoever you want, and scold whoever you want. No one can hit you or scold you."

Jing Li Dao said: "Right now, I want to hit whoever I want and scold whoever I want. Whoever hits me or scolds me, I'll make them cry."

Xiong Zidu said: "As the Grand Master of Chu, you can beat anyone you can't beat, and scold anyone you can't scold. They can only bear it."

Jingli was stunned for a moment, his heart already wavering! But his master had said that the pie was a trap, and after descending the mountain, he had to be careful in everything. He cautiously asked: "What does the national teacher need to do"

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"Chat with me, listen to me, just like now," Xiong Zidu said. "At the same time, you can't tell anyone what I say. You have to maintain the emperor's dignity and the country's dignity."

Jing Li Dao said: “I don't know anyone. I don't like to talk to people.”

"Look, we've reached an agreement once again," Xiong Zi said with admiration. "We truly are a harmonious ruler and subject! We will be remembered throughout history!"

“Oh.” Jingli was confused.

Bear Zhi-du said again, "I'm going to entrust you with the chores over at Yinxian Forest. As the Grand Master of Chu, you can occasionally inspect the Yinxian Forest environment and report back to me regularly. A city called Tian Gong City has been built there, which belongs to their Equal Nation. You should have a good exchange with them. When you go past, please also help me bring some things back. What do you think"

"That doesn't sound too complicated." Jing Li Dao said, "Okay!"

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Bear Advisor said again: “But to be the Grand Tutor of Chu, your background must be clean. You cannot use your identity from Pingguo or Xuan Kong Temple in the future.”

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“I have no other identity left,” Jingli raised his head.

“I’ve arranged for you,” Xiong Zi said. “You can pick another name! What do you want to be called”

Jingli thought hard for a while, and finally, with a sigh, said, "Whatever."ght be secretly watching!Jiang Wang quickened his pace, suddenly speeding up.But when his gaze swept over the street, people were as usual, and no one within his field of vision showed any signs of ab...