The Great Bandit of Journey to the West

Chapter 9 He can be replaced

Mahayana Buddhism?

Cui Ying frowned, waiting for Jiang Feng to continue.

Jiang Feng didn't continue, but coughed and said, "There's no rush to talk about this. Although I quite enjoy watching, why don't you get dressed first?"

Cui Ying looked down and noticed that her Taoist robe had been torn open, revealing her breasts and her undergarments, which could not fully cover her beautiful figure.

Cui Ying blushed and quickly turned around to tidy up.

Not long after parting ways with Jiang Feng, she encountered a tiger demon returning from killing someone. After a fierce battle, she injured the tiger demon and chased it to the cave.

Then she saw Jiang Feng fooling the tiger demon, and was completely captivated by Jiang Feng's performance, not noticing the damage to her clothes at all.

Turning around again, Cui Ying's face had returned to calm, but she still dared not look Jiang Feng in the eye.

Jiang Feng said slowly, "Your elders should know about Mahayana Buddhism."

Cui Ying's embarrassment vanished instantly. She silently clenched her fists and gritted her teeth, saying, "This time, they'd better really know..."

"Don't worry, we don't need to start from the creation of the world by Pangu this time. Your Boling Cui clan once had a governor of Leling named Cui Bo, right? He was killed by the Mahayana sect."

Jiang Feng continued, "Mahayana Buddhism originated from the Maitreya Pure Land belief of Buddhism. It was founded by Faqing during the Northern Wei Dynasty. Its doctrine is that a new Buddha will be born to eliminate all demons."

In the fourth year of Yanchang, Faqing and Huihui, with the support of Li Guibo of Bohai, led the villagers to rise up in rebellion. Wherever they went, they burned temples, burned scriptures and images, and killed monks and nuns.

They claimed that killing one person made one a Bodhisattva of the first stage, and killing ten made one a Bodhisattva of the tenth stage. They even used secret medicine to control their soldiers and formed the Demon-Slaying Army.

Anyone who does not join the Mahayana religion and does not believe that Dharmaraksha is the new Buddha, even if they are the soldiers' own relatives, will be classified as a demon and become a target for their slaughter.

"At its peak, the Pingmo Army had more than 50,000 troops and its influence extended to four prefectures. It was not until two years later that it was destroyed by the Northern Wei court."

Cui Ying's expression was grave: "I vaguely remember. No wonder they were so cruel; they're remnants of the Mahayana sect."

Jiang Feng said, "Now they've come back with a vengeance, using demons as their vanguard. They kill ten people to become Bodhisattvas, and their methods are ten times more cruel than before."

"Although the monsters are ferocious, what worries me most right now is not these monsters, but our Grand General of Yangzhou, the wise and mighty Prince Yang Guang of Jin."

Cui Ying was taken aback: "Why?"

Jiang Feng said, "You've forgotten about the Demon-Suppressing Army. Your powerful clans and aristocratic families have seized land, leading to a surge of refugees. Yang Guang has refused to open the granaries to distribute food, and these desperate refugees are the perfect fuel for the Demon-Suppressing Army's expansion."

"Yang Guang was ambitious and eager for glory. In order to seize the throne, he wanted to prove his ability to the emperor and had always denied the existence of displaced people under his rule."

When the Mahayana sect rises up, he will not distinguish between the demon-suppressing army and ordinary refugees; what awaits the refugees is an indiscriminate and bloody massacre.

Listening to Jiang Feng's analysis, Cui Ying asked doubtfully, "Prince Jin has always had a good reputation in the court, so it shouldn't be like what you said, right?"

Also, are there many refugees in Yangzhou?

Jiang Feng glanced at her sideways: "The Yangzhou General Administration governs over 200,000 households, approximately 1.2 million people. According to my estimate, nearly 100,000 of them are landless refugees, and that doesn't even include the poor who are on the verge of starvation..."

"Once the Demon-Suppressing Army is formed, suppressing it will conservatively cost at least 300,000 lives, and most likely even more. That's why I said the people of Yangzhou are in deep trouble."

Cui Ying felt a chill run down her spine, but her eyes were firm as she said, "We can't let them continue like this. We must find the person behind this as soon as possible and eliminate them before the Demon-Suppressing Army is formed!"

I will immediately send a message to my sect, asking my master to send someone to assist us!

"Hmm, it's worth a try."

Jiang Feng bent down to pick up the bags and packages on the ground, and calmly said:

"Actually, you don't need to worry too much. It's just Mahayana Buddhism; I see it as nothing more than a signboard in Seoul!"

I have a plan that can utterly defeat the Demon Suppression Army.

I will seize the opportunity to launch an uprising before them, kill officials, distribute grain, equalize land distribution, and bring all the refugees under my command!

Without the refugees, the Mahayana sect would naturally be unable to organize a demon-suppressing army. At that time, they would be like rootless duckweed, and no matter how they schemed, they would not be able to make any waves.

I call this strategy—"We can take his place!"

Cui Ying: "@#￥%￥#@……"

Is this an idea that a normal person could come up with?

She realized that Jiang Feng wasn't a normal person at all, and sometimes he even did inhuman things...

Moreover, she had a premonition that if Jiang Feng really led the refugees to revolt, the damage would far exceed that of the Mahayana Sect, and might even be more than ten times greater!

Cui Ying felt a chill run down her spine. She took a deep breath, stepped forward, grabbed Jiang Feng's shoulders with both hands, and said seriously:

"It won't come to that! Things haven't gotten to that point yet! I'll immediately seek help from my sect and then head to Jiangdu to persuade the Prince of Jin to open the granaries and distribute grain to relieve the refugees!"

"Don't do anything rash before I get back!"

As she spoke, she seemed to have thought of something and took out a jade pendant, which she then gave to Jiang Feng.

"This is my token. If things get urgent, you can take it to the major families for help, as I'll consider it a favor I owe them!"

Having said that, before Jiang Feng could react, she swept out of the cave like the wind and disappeared into the twilight.

Only after her figure had completely disappeared from sight did Jiang Feng come to his senses. He glanced at the jade pendant in his hand, his eyes blank, and said, "Why did she leave so soon? I still have more than twenty plans to tell you..."

"Achoo!"

The Old Man of the Moon, far away in the Heavenly Palace, sneezed, feeling somewhat bewildered: "Strange, I haven't sneezed in so many years."

As he spoke, he looked down at the dolls on the table and noticed that the red thread binding one of the dolls was loose.

After recognizing that the doll represented Jiang Feng, he frowned, but quickly relaxed.

"Hey, this is really weird! I refuse to believe there's a red thread of fate that even the Old Man of the Moon can't tie!"

As he spoke, he gritted his teeth and pulled out a red string about the thickness of a thumb, representing a predestined marriage, replacing the original red thread on Jiang Feng's body, and then tightly wrapped the red string around the doll five or six times.

Then he blew a breath of immortal energy into the red rope, and dozens of threads instantly appeared on the rope, automatically flying towards all the puppets that might have a romantic connection with Jiang Feng.

A moment later, he gently pulled with his hand, bringing the dolls tied with red ropes down in front of him.

"Hmph, this time it's finally done, isn't it?"

After doing all this, the Old Man of the Moon smiled smugly and happily checked the identities of the puppets. Then his smile vanished.

The Seven Fairy Maidens, Bai Suzhen, the Third Holy Mother, and why is there a doll whose face is not clearly visible?

The Old Man of the Moon was terrified and broke out in a cold sweat. After regaining his senses, he frantically tried to break the red threads binding them.

Just then, he grabbed at empty air; the red ropes on the dolls had vanished into thin air!

The Old Man of the Moon collapsed to the ground, his eyes lifeless as he muttered, "Oh dear, it's all over now... Jin Chanzi, you must remain steadfast in your Buddhist heart. If you even slightly entertain worldly desires, I'll be buried with you, most likely with my soul scattered to the winds..."