Ask Wudang Chapter 219

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Ye Qingfeng smiled faintly and said, “In that case, it is my honor.”

Basiba said, “It is also my honor to meet Your Excellency.”

Ye Qingfeng said, “You want to verify what you have learned, and I also want to verify what I have learned. Since that’s the case, let’s not waste any more words.”

Basiba said, “Good.”

As soon as his voice fell, there was a “buzz” sound, as if a mountain breeze swept through a stone valley, and ripples immediately appeared in the void. Behind Basiba, a statue of Padmasambhava suddenly emerged, about three zhang high, with a solemn and majestic appearance.

At the same time, ripples also appeared in the void on Ye Qingfeng’s side, and a phantom of a Taiji Bagua appeared behind him. The Taiji rotated, yin and yang were endless, and the Bagua changed, renewing all things, as if encompassing the profound principles of the entire world, with endless mysteries.

“Zizizizi…”

Suddenly, fire sparks flashed in the void between the two, and electricity was generated in the empty room. Although neither of them had made a move, their mental power had already begun an invisible confrontation. The power of the spirit, divine and intelligent, this confrontation naturally held various incredible aspects. Both of them had cultivated the second realm of the Supreme Yoga Tantra, and their mental cultivation was on par, making it difficult to distinguish between them for a while.

After confronting for a moment, Basiba suddenly asked, “May I ask Your Excellency, is there eternity in this world?”

Ye Qingfeng said, “Yes.”

Basiba said, “I’d like to hear the details.”

Ye Qingfeng said, “Martial arts are immortal, and the spirit is eternal. Advancing on the path of the spirit, one can see spring come and go in ten years, birth, old age, sickness, and death in a hundred years, the rise and fall of dynasties in a thousand years, and the shifting of stars in ten thousand years.”

Basiba said, “This is excellent advice, I have learned much. I have a secret spiritual technique called ‘Hundred Lives Reincarnation’, please enlighten me.”

As his voice fell, a sharp glint flashed in his eyes, and the sparks fiercely fighting in the void immediately pushed towards Ye Qingfeng.

In the next instant, Ye Qingfeng felt the scene in his vision change, and he arrived at an extremely tragic ancient battlefield. He had transformed into a disheveled general, all his soldiers were dead, only he remained, surrounded by enemy troops, still fighting like a trapped beast. He continued to fight, continued to bleed, and finally collapsed from exhaustion.

Just as Ye Qingfeng thought he had found liberation, the scene in his vision changed again, becoming a poor peasant family. He transformed into a poor scholar, who studied diligently for more than ten years in a cold window, then went to the capital to take the imperial examination with high spirits. Because he did not bribe the officials, although he had clearly passed the examination, his name was replaced, and in a fit of rage, he committed suicide by jumping into a river.

Immediately after, the scene changed once more. He transformed into a farmer, toiling daily with his face to the yellow earth and his back to the sky, working hard, but the grain he harvested was not even enough to pay the rent. Facing the oppression and exploitation of the landlord’s family, he rose in rebellion, but was ultimately killed.

Like this, the scenes constantly changed, and Ye Qingfeng’s identity also constantly changed. He had been an emperor, a poet, a butcher, a high official… experiencing a hundred lives, tasting all the hardships, but in the end, he could not escape death.

Until the ninety-ninth life, Ye Qingfeng returned to modern times, living an ordinary, mediocre life, going to school, graduating, working, marrying, having children, without transmigration or martial arts. He was a mediocre mortal. As his life was about to end, he looked back on his life and suddenly burst into laughter, then sang loudly: “I was not of this world, knocking on the master’s gate on Wudang Mountain. The True Man enlightened me to my true nature, Taiji Yin-Yang resolved the truth of the Dao. Hahahaha, what a hundred lives.”

As the singing ceased, everything vanished, and Ye Qingfeng awakened from the spiritual reincarnation.

The current scene was still the same, he was still himself, and Basiba was still in front of him.

Basiba said, “Your Excellency is indeed a manifestation of a celestial being, I am truly impressed.”

Ye Qingfeng smiled faintly and retorted, “May I ask the Great Lama, is there eternity in this world?”

Basiba said, “Yes.”

Ye Qingfeng said, “I’d like to hear the details.”

Basiba said, “The physical body is merely a skin, but Buddhist Dharma is eternal. All dharmas are empty forms, neither born nor destroyed, neither defiled nor pure, neither increasing nor decreasing. Buddhist Dharma can save oneself, Buddhist Dharma can save others, Buddhist Dharma can illuminate all phenomena of sentient beings, and even if heaven and earth perish, Buddhist Dharma will endure forever.”

Ye Qingfeng, however, said, “Not so. Our Daoist sages once said, ‘My life has a limit, but knowledge has no limit. To pursue the limitless with the limited is dangerous.’ What the Great Lama said is like a frog in a deep well, the sky it sees is only as large as the well’s opening, or like a mortal using a day’s vision to peer into a million years of heaven and earth, in the end, what is seen is merely the tip of the iceberg. How lamentable?”

Upon hearing this, Basiba was immediately shaken, and then fell silent.

Ye Qingfeng then said, “The Great Lama’s Hundred Lives Reincarnation just now was exquisite. I have a ‘Zhuang Zhou Dreaming of a Butterfly’ here, please enlighten me.”

As his voice fell, a sharp glint also flashed in his eyes, and the sparks fiercely fighting in the void immediately pushed towards Basiba.

In an instant, Basiba felt the scene in his vision change. Everything around him became chaotic, without time, without space, without up or down, and without front, back, left, or right. After an unknown period of time in the chaos, with an unintentional movement, he finally broke through the surrounding chaos and saw light. However, he found that he had turned into a caterpillar. The chaos he broke through was actually a cocoon. He struggled to survive, his consciousness dim, without any spiritual awareness. One day, he finally underwent a sublimation and grew wings.

Once transformed into a butterfly, he flapped his wings and flew, his vision wider, his horizons broader, and everything he saw became more colorful. At this moment, he couldn’t help but fantasize about whether there were even more wonderful things in the world. So, one day he had a dream, he dreamed that he had become a human, experienced a more wonderful human world, and tasted all the hardships of life. Then, this person he had transformed into had another dream, dreaming that he had become a butterfly, an egg transforming into a pupa, a pupa transforming into a worm, and a worm transforming into a butterfly.

The butterfly then had a dream, dreaming that it had become a human. The human then had a dream, dreaming that it had become a butterfly.

And so on, cycle after cycle, an endless reincarnation. Eventually, he even became unable to distinguish whether he was a butterfly or a human, whether it was a butterfly dreaming of becoming a human, or a human dreaming of becoming a butterfly.

As Basiba sank deeper and deeper into the dream, his true body also changed. His eyes were no longer bright, his pupils were filled with chaos, blood slowly seeped from the corners of his mouth, and his already deep wrinkles became even more pronounced.

If this continued, he would fall into an endless dream, never able to escape.

“Wake up!”

Ye Qingfeng suddenly shouted loudly, and at the same time, he pointed out a sword finger, and a surge of true qi immediately poured into Basiba’s glabella.

In an instant, Basiba trembled all over, suddenly spat out a large mouthful of foul blood, and slowly woke up. With the dream shattered and reality reappearing, Basiba said with a desolate expression, “Zhuang Zhou Dreaming of a Butterfly, truly lives up to its reputation. Thank you, Your Excellency, for showing mercy.”

Ye Qingfeng said, “In this world, there are not many people who can cultivate to our level, so why should I make things difficult for you? Besides, my time is almost up. For this world, I am merely a passerby.”

“Time is almost up?”

Upon hearing this, Basiba’s expression froze, then he suddenly thought of something, and his expression changed dramatically: “Could it be that Your Excellency has already…”

Before he could finish his sentence, Ye Qingfeng slowly stood up and then leaped into the void. In the next instant, ripples appeared in the void, and purple mist ascended, enveloping him layer by layer, then he suddenly disappeared.

Seeing this scene, Basiba’s eyes widened, as if he had discovered a new continent. After a moment of shock, there was excitement. No one knew better than him what that scene meant. So, he returned to the Golden Summit Snow Mountain and from then on, dedicated himself to studying Buddhist Dharma and cultivating the Supreme Yoga Tantra, hoping to ascend and shatter the void like Ye Qingfeng.

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