Chapter 162: Chapter 149: Three Great Coincidences and the Principles of Buddhism

Buddhism is flourishing.

For a while, storms are rising across the land.

Everyone knows that to the west of Shushan Land, a brand-new religion has emerged.

It might be related to that existence with countless identities, continuously reincarnating.

She branded scar marks on people’s scalps, and once they were etched, the disciples’ hair would fall off naturally.

Moreover, these monks donning kasayas, surprisingly developed six divine powers corresponding to the six scar marks: divine foot power, celestial eye power, celestial ear power, others’ mind power, past life power, exhaustion freedom power,

which are six supernatural and unrestricted powers!

The world is astonished.

These six divine powers remarkably reveal traces of unique skills from various sects.

Perhaps they have stolen the unique skills of various sects, merging them seamlessly to reach the essence.

“This person claims to be Shitian Mani Buddha! A local Great Emperor, perhaps could be called Shitian Buddha Emperor, who dares learn martial arts secretly everywhere.”

Some find the methods terrifying.

But who would have imagined such a means of reincarnation?

No one guarded against it.

“Shaving one’s hair, six roots pure? What kind of system is this?”

Wan Hua Immortal Sect, a contemporary Saintess, is feeding fairy cranes on a fairy mountain, her long hair transforming into countless avatars, each practicing swordplay, “This is simply our branch’s nemesis! We transform hair into divine power, but they shave their hair bald!”

“Hmph! In my opinion, this is yet another demonic heresy! Taking the disciples’ hair, yet arrogantly retaining her own full head of hair?”

Zhang Xian Sword Sect, a contemporary Sword Dao Martial Emperor, spoke coldly, “Not setting an example, yet her hair flourishes, even styled into curls, but deceiving others to shave bald, I see it as a bald-headed cult!”

At this time, many are discussing how when entering Buddhism, one shaves their hair, quite mysterious.

Qin Hong, a Buddha with strikingly handsome features, gender unknown, sits on a golden lotus, suddenly her expression turned cold.

“These individuals are simply tainting my teaching!”

Yet, she also understands.

Initially, under misunderstanding, she was confused too.

Feeling unwilling about the bald patch, but now gradually comprehending the tremendous benefit.

Thus, becoming the most loyal believer.

Additionally, at this moment, she endows others with this benefit, spreading her Lord’s faith.

Yet they slander from behind.

Actually, Qin Hong has begun to suspect the Nameless God in the Divine Demon Night Banquet has intricate links with ancient Eastern Buddhism.

Because it’s so ingenious.

“This tuft of hair on the top of the head might just be rolled up, styled into a unique hairstyle resembling the ’qu’ character lying atop the head, enhancing the reincarnation signal!”

Qin Hong’s heart grew cold.

Of course, this was just one coincidence.

If merely a coincidence, it wouldn’t matter.

But she discovered a second coincidence.

The Tesla coil, is something developed by a scientist from the neighboring Austria Kingdom, known as the man closest to the gods; still featured in newspapers, reportedly a coil emitting radiant light.

Now thinking it over, could it not be her own head?

The hair spiral coil at the top, forming the soul’s Tesla coil, spinning on a head emitting light, just like the legendary Buddha light?

Hairstyle + light.

This makes her question the principles of ancient Buddhism.

This ancient sect has intricate ties with the mysterious existence appearing throughout various historical spaces.

“Moreover, it’s not just this, there’s a third coincidence.”

She said, “I use hair to stick to others’ heads, not only do they lose hair, but it leaves marks, akin to monks’ scar marks.”

Top-level Buddha bears hair, while lower monks are bald with scar marks, how does that explain?

Surely it’s the top-level Buddha using one strand of curled tuft to insert into the lower-level disciples’ heads!

Three in one? This is no longer coincidental.

She is a person who values logic and rigor, but now with all the signs perfectly aligning, Buddhism also speaks of reincarnation, the ideology perfectly fits.

What can be said?

There’s no way to cleanse it.

The evidence is conclusive, not even the Yellow River can wash it away.

She softly said, “The Nameless God in the void, he trades with hair with the beings… it’s likely that one of his generations was the founder of Buddhism, like me now, using a strand of hair to revive Buddhism, establishing the entire cultivation system.”

She spoke again.

“As for those who slander my Buddhism, fine, the numerous sects within the Dao Gate, this account shall be recorded… later I shall ensure they convert to Buddhism, shaving their hair!”

She gazed at the monks present, contemplating the flourishing hair of those Saintesses and sect chiefs, already deciding in her heart.

Swish!

The springy tuft on her head suddenly bounced upward.

That strand of hair momentarily straightened, as if piercing into the distant void, nimbly twirling overhead like a bamboo dragonfly,

The whole land, seemingly brushed with a layer of gold, Buddhist chants echoed, Buddha light shone everywhere.

“To radiate the glory of my Lord across the land.”

“Under the heavens, everything is Buddha’s land.”

…

Qin Hong, with her exquisite jet-black curls, draped in a kasaya, headed to Nuwa Immortal Mountain.

After several years, she met some old acquaintances again, among them, Li Mo.

Li Mo was quite surprised to see her.

At this moment, Qin Hong sported a plasma perm-like hairstyle, piled high on her head, very fashionable.

However, Li Mo felt a bit guilty inside; this Giant Spirit God, with a solemn face, secretly thought:

“I guess it’s my fault for not paying attention to gender distinctions before, making her twisted like this in her mind. Such a big man ended up with such a flamboyant and beautiful perm.”

Li Mo sighed and said, “Qin Hong, was it you who founded the recent Buddhist sect?”

Qin Hong nodded, with no intention to hide, and smiled, “Indeed, it was me.”

“So, you’re saying, even though you, Qin Hong, are a martial artist in our Miao Chun Hall, you are actually a descendant of the Buddhist sect?” Li Mo felt very surprised.

In ancient times, there were always rumors of Buddha’s reincarnation and various relics.

Before, Qin Hong had said she awakened ancestral memories, learned a gun technique that descended from heaven, and then was allowed to join Miao Chun Hall.

Now thinking back, she might very well be… an ancient reincarnated Buddha!

“Hmm… probably so.” Qin Hong chuckled.

Next door says I’m a princess from the Yin Ruins….

Here they say I’m a Buddha from the Buddhist sect….

Qin Hong got to the point and said, “I have already found a way for you to break through to the fourth realm, which is to become the Ten Thousand Feet Golden Arhat of our Buddhist sect and enter my Great Leiyin Temple.”

“You will have longevity, sit in the realm of Buddha, your true self becoming a Buddha, constantly reincarnating, entering the mortal world, saving all living beings, spreading Buddhist teachings, and entering the fourth realm!”

After all, the enormous physique of humans requires the training of tens of billions of grandmasters’ spirit to transform the soul and condense the divine spirit.

So, it’s better to be the tens of billions of grandmasters yourself, to condense it yourself, and to use your own spirit to resonate naturally without miscellaneous aftereffects.

Moreover, this method of utilizing one’s own soul actually reduces the number considerably, perhaps a few tens of thousands of reincarnated ant grandmasters would have condensed their human divine spirit.

They borrow from others, but it would never be like refining it themselves again and again.

“So, we sit in the Buddhist sect and become a Buddha?”

“The reincarnation body, continuously reincarnating within it?”

“Perhaps the ancient grand witches were also like this!”

They all started chirping.

But, they also heard the rumor about Buddhist tonsure, and couldn’t help but say, “We also don’t have to shave our heads, right?”

After all, this is something all girls are very afraid of.

“No need.”

Qin Hong said, “You should know, there are two types of high monks in the Buddhist sect, one type has a full head of curls, and the other is cleansed of all desires, you are the kind with a full head of curls.”

“That’s really great.”

Several pretty girls breathed a sigh of relief.

We are the kind with hair.

Happy.

Though it’s curls, it’s acceptable.

After all, being able to keep our hair, it doesn’t necessarily have to be such an ugly perm, right? Keeping a long black straight hairstyle shouldn’t be an issue; Sister Qin Hong is such a nice person.

“Although you keep hair, I still need to tell you some things.” Qin Hong was still very sincere, a curl standing sharply upwards, revealing the smooth scalp beneath.

“…”

At the sight of the hairstyle, Li Mo and the others were struck like thunderbolts, instantly dumbfounded.

Is this the true face of the Buddha hairstyle?

The difference between having hair and not having hair is just one curl??

In an instant, they understood the reason for adopting such a flamboyant perm; because besides this hairstyle, there was no other way to cover such a “sparse hair volume” hairstyle.

“To be honest, this is the truth of ancient Buddhism.” Qin Hong said with a serious tone, “You joining our Buddhist sect naturally need to understand this point.”

She shared her three major conjectures with these girls.

Instantly, they were convinced without a doubt.

They thought about it and decided to join the sect; after all, there didn’t seem to be a better choice.

In an instant, the Buddhist sect gained eight new grand Buddha true embodiments.

Qin Hong led them back to the Buddhist sect and said to the others nearby, “It exists within the vast history. There was no balding in the world initially; the more people who believed in that existence, the more balding there was!”

“Uncle Li from next door to our Miao Chun Hall, and the storekeeper Uncle Li from the street, were all disciples of the Buddhist sect in a far-off era, devotees of that existence.”

Fu Qingjun: “…..”

You’ve changed.

How did you become so enthusiastic about promoting hairstyles?

Before, when I took you to the hotel and braided your hair, didn’t you wake up with a scream?

Upon seeing Li Mo’s hairstyle, he wasn’t feeling well at all; he hadn’t even dared to touch the people around him, let alone the neighbor’s dance teacher Li Mo; he had only sent her to the immortal sect to learn art. Who would have thought, Qin Hong, you’d be so ruthless?

He sighed.

Right!

Everything you said is right!

The entire world’s Mediterranean is my doing; the Buddhist sect used to be my loyal bald followers; I admit it, okay?

Fu Qingjun, eating in the cafeteria, said, “Ladies, please stop overthinking. I’m really scared of you all… I only wanted to evolve an extraordinary civilization system to save Earth, and yet you turned things so absurd. Did I traverse the endless time and space not for a love that lasted a thousand years, but only for your hairline?

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