Chapter 2571: Forever Love This

The so-called heavenly contract, in simple terms, is a type of voucher for controlling the power of the heavenly dao. During the prosperous era of the Yiluo clan, it was relatively well-known.

Historical records state: The Human Emperor sought marriage with Yiluo, and presented the heavenly contract as a dowry gift.

On this historically most powerful heavenly contract, the names of sixteen of the strongest Yiluo clan members were inscribed. Even a person who completely misunderstands the heavenly dao could rely on this to shake the heavenly sea.

Thereafter, "heavenly contract," as a secret treasure for borrowing the power of the heavenly dao, was widely sought after, almost becoming a symbol of the Yiluo clan's intersection with the era and integration into the human race of the present world.

The heavenly contract can be seen as an offshoot of the talisman dao. The essence of talismans is to form contracts to borrow the power of heaven and earth, while the heavenly contract is to form contracts to borrow the power of the heavenly dao.

The earliest heavenly contract was jointly researched and created by the ancient Human Emperor Youxiong clan and a strong individual from the Yiluo clan. The name of the Yiluo clan strong individual who formally wrote the contract text has never been historically confirmed; the mainstream speculation considers it to be the mysterious "Xuanyuan Heavenly Consort."

Of course, whether it was a Heavenly Consort or a Human Emperor, once this dao was expounded, since the "heavenly contract" had been created, it would not be exclusively owned by anyone.

However, the conditions for making the heavenly contract are extremely harsh, which led to its rarity. After the extinction of the Yiluo clan, it quickly disappeared, becoming a relic of that era.

Now, Bitter Fate presents the World Honored One's heavenly contract to verify that Hanging Temple has no involvement in the Heavenly Capital blood rain incident. This can be called cutting open the heart to prove innocence, a necessity under the pressure of the central authority.

He stands alone at the bow of the fate river boat, bringing out the old contract left by the exiled master, asking people to verify it. His voice is not sorrowful, but it makes people feel sorrow!

Encircling the passing boat are rings upon rings of rippling small waves. The waves of fate intersect with the breaths of different strong individuals.

Now Bitter Fate looks at Jiang Wang, and the crowd's gazes also follow. Complex and varied, but all carrying a weight of ten thousand jun, making Jiang Wang feel as if he is carrying a mountain!

But he stands tall and straight, firm and unmoving.

Ying Jianghong also speaks: "The sincerity of the Zhenhe True Monarch is known to all under heaven; I also believe it. Please discern the authenticity of the heavenly contract; no matter the result, Jing Country will accept it."

Jiang Wang stands firm like a green pine, standing on the fate passing boat, rising and falling in the roaring long river. He then loosens the hand pressing his sword, flips it flatly in front of him to show it can be examined closely, inviting all sides to supervise.

Just like that, he takes over the stack of heavenly contracts with a sky-blue base and brownish-yellow edges.

"Hanging Temple is the eternal Zen sect, Jing Country is the first empire, both are the foundation of the human dao, pillars of the world; Jiang Wang respects them and dare not be careless."

He says: "The abbot and the heavenly master have entrusted this matter to me; I naturally should take it upon myself without hesitation!"

"Not out of self-conceit as the first in the heavenly dao, but from my original wish for the world's public good, this aspiration for the eternal prosperity of the human race."

"I will undertake the public duty of the Taixu Pavilion, invite the Taixu Dao Master to supervise it. I will uphold the truth and discuss without bias."

While he is speaking, the Taixu Pavilion building breaks through the air and arrives, hovering in the fate pure land.

The same cave heaven treasure, when used at the Cave True stage and at the absolute peak stage, is completely different. Only when at the peak of the present world can one thoroughly grasp the subtle mysteries of the world, truly grasp the cave heaven bred by heaven and earth, and fully display the power of the supreme treasure.

And Jiang Wang just lifts a foot, leaving the fate passing boat like that, standing on the Taixu flying eaves, letting his clothes flutter in the wind, and conveniently invites Zhong Xuan to his side.

The fate long river roars, yet beneath his feet, it is still like a mirror.

Not only can Bitter Fate ferry fate, but he, with the Taixu Pavilion building as his boat, also drifts in the fate river, self-existing in the fate pure land!

In his life journey, when has he not been in the river of fate? The paths he has encountered and created, how are they not choices of fate?

This time he urgently rushed to Hanging Temple, with some intention to protect; but when verifying the World Honored One's heavenly contract, he chose to leave the fate passing boat, actively detaching from Bitter Fate's influence, to maintain his own independence and fairness—this is precisely the greatest fairness to Hanging Temple.

Fairness between the weak and the strong is help to the weak.

What Hanging Temple needs are weighty, impartial words, not irrelevant sympathy and goodwill.

Of course, he will not cover up.

"Jiang Cabinet Elder's words strike my heart!" Zhong Xuan immediately says: "I will undertake the public duty of the Taixu Pavilion to verify this historical record!"

Zhong Xuan is so shrewd; he knows how difficult this matter is. The so-called "verifying Hanging Temple's historical record" sounds simple, but it's not just about being impartial. It also depends on whether you have the ability to be impartial, and more importantly, whether others recognize your impartiality! Once the situation changes and the firmly stated result has problems, it's hard to escape accountability.

Jiang Wang brings up his identity as a member of the Taixu Pavilion, thus hiding the two words Jiang Wang. He treats this as a Taixu task to handle, and invites the Taixu Dao Master to supervise, fully demonstrating impartiality at this moment; no matter what disputes arise later, it won't be their responsibility.

This is a mature way of handling things.

But he, Zhong Xuan, cannot speak first, only because he does not possess the ability to act autonomously on this fate passing boat. Insufficient strength, not enough to speak of impartiality!

Only because Jiang Wang has such awareness can he follow and respond—thus further firming his determination to move forward. Whatever Jiang Wang wants to do afterward, he must not miss it again.

Watching the Taixu Pavilion members one by one attain absolute peak, the young pavilion members one by one leave them behind... he even cannot use the word "them," because even Ju Kui, who is in the same "elder" category, relying on formulating and perfecting the rules of the Chaowen Dao Heavenly Palace, has already reached the doorstep of absolute peak. Afterward, there are still a large amount of resources from the Taixu Public Academy to swallow.

He is only looking at the edge of that absolute peak door!

"It should be so, then please act as witnesses, and also silence the world's gossip!" Bitter Fate naturally agrees.

Immediately, he brings over Hanging Temple's historical records. From the middle ancient times onward, all applications, confirmations, and redemptions for using heavenly contracts, down to the details of each use—who used it when, which people permitted it, which courtyard's seal was used... all are engraved stroke by stroke in the records.

These long-inherited three hundred sixty-five World Honored One heavenly contracts are enshrined in Hanging Temple! Each heavenly contract has corresponding incense fire; canceling contracts, withdrawing platforms, all are clear and unambiguous, with no fuzzy areas.

In theory, it's impossible for any World Honored One heavenly contract to be lost without reason.

Unless the entire Hanging Temple historical record is fake—this would require historians to confirm.

For a time on the fate passing boat, it is quiet; everyone quietly waits for the verification result from the two pavilion members on the Taixu flying eaves.

Zhi E and Ji Xuanzhen silently confront each other; Ying Jianghong stands with hands behind his back; Abbot Bitter Fate holds the boat pole with his hand, each silent.

Instead, Jiang Mengxiong and the Eternal Monk exchange divine thoughts, not knowing what they are privately discussing.

Taking heavenly contract as its name, it concerns the heavenly sea. The contract named World Honored One indicates it is a relic left by the World Honored One back then.

Sky-blue as the base is the immersion of heavenly dao power. Brownish-yellow edges are the marks of time.

Jiang Wang gazes solemnly for a long time, strokes them one by one, carefully examining. Contract text, Buddha seals, heavenly marks; every tiny detail has endured time.

He again draws in heavenly dao power, wanders above each heavenly contract, remotely summons, causing the heavenly marks on the heavenly contracts to react... none are not true.

By this point, it can already confirm the authenticity of these seventeen World Honored One heavenly contracts.

He again manifests his heavenly form to investigate, performing a second confirmation, still truly without falsehood.

Thinking for a moment, he hooks out a thread of heavenly mark remnant intent, holding it in his hand. His right hand then clenches into a fist, suspended above the World Honored One heavenly contract, with golden, red, and white three-colored flames spreading on the fist!

It seems there is a tremor originating from the depths of the soul.

Jiang Wang feels as if he has crossed the entire world, the entire era; the long river of fate and time intersect beneath his feet—

He, originally grand and vast, in an instant becomes thin and insignificant.

Because right in front of him is a piece of incomparably majestic mountain wall that cannot be seen to end up, down, left, or right!

He gives it a careful gaze, yet sees this mountain wall occupying all vision, in a flash shrinking dramatically. He understands it is his perspective that has changed, from specific grass and trees to formless time and space.

The infinite mountain wall in front... originally... is just a back figure.

A thick but lonely back figure.

He quietly sits there, sits on the riverbank. In front are the roaring giant waves, the bellowing time and space.

Jiang Wang's heart startles—

World Honored One?!

With this thought wave, the entire time and space also flashes brilliantly like lightning, vast illusory light flows, as if about to shatter at any time.

Jiang Wang instantly calms his heart.

Thus, all sounds become quiet again.

If this is the World Honored One, and the World Honored One once sat here... looking at what?

Jiang Wang in the indistinct opens his eyes, cautiously looks forward.

He sees in the air there is a sky-blue thin paper, on which the writing is vague, only vaguely seeing one sentence—

"Contract for marriage, qin and se in harmony; forever for this good, love each other as pity."

This thin paper suddenly rolls up, like a curtain pulled open, rolling away the old contract.

The great river roars, right in front.

Jiang Wang sees in the river, there is a beautiful woman, her body naked, her appearance haggard. She lowers her head, weakly yet happily smiling, holding a small infant in her arms.

That time and space river, at some point, has turned into the Yiluo Heavenly River.

And in the Yiluo Heavenly River, a new infant has just been born!

Crack!

A huge lightning bolt crosses the sky, striking down in an instant.

Jiang Wang originally wants to stop it, but discovers he has no way to stop it, not a pair of specific hands, not even a specific power; in this unknown place, he is just a boundless spectator!

Looking again, the mother in the heavenly river has already curled up in the river, her beautiful body turned to charcoal.

This body curls up, floating and sinking on the river surface, following the waves... as if a curved small boat.

Suddenly a wave hits, this "boat" flips. The edge of the boat is the mother's hands, in the charcoal, carrying that infant!

Wah wah wah—

The clear cry of the infant!

In an instant, everything in front disappears; Jiang Wang looks forward again, still boundless and endless.

He understands this is a dead silent mountain.

He can still feel in that boundless dead silence, the greatness and vastness of the World Honored One.

He suddenly feels the loneliness and sorrow of that back figure—

Why can the multitude not eternally harmonize?

Why can the multitude not eternally be good?

Why can the multitude not achieve equality!

When the Yiluo clan was first born, how the human race treated this clan also became a problem. Is it to erase the other, directly confront the will of the heavenly dao, or follow heaven and respond to fate, honor the heavenly clan? In the end, the Youxiong clan decided it, determining that the heavenly human clan is also the human race, the human race is one family, the world is one body.

Of course, the eventual extinction of the Yiluo clan is also the tide of history.

The rise and fall of tribes within the human race, how is it not common? The countries of the present world are also like this!

But the historical tide continuously flows... who knows, what was the final result of Xuanyuan Heavenly Consort.

The vow of "forever for this good, love each other as pity"...

Who remembers it?

The waves of the fate river lightly roll.

Jiang Wang stands on the Taixu Pavilion's flying eaves, gradually retracting that beautiful three-taste true fire, bit by bit back into his fist.

He opens his clean five fingers, finally pressing down on that stack of heavenly contracts in front of him.

"These seventeen World Honored One heavenly contracts, each one is the original. They are able to mobilize the power of the heavenly dao in the name of the World Honored One." He solemnly says: "At least with my shallow cultivation, I cannot see any possibility of forgery."

He uses both hands to present the heavenly contracts back.

Bitter Fate bows to him once, then reaches out to take it, grasps this stack of heavenly contracts, and says to Ying Jianghong: "If South Heavenly Master still has doubts about the authenticity of these seventeen World Honored One heavenly contracts, you might find someone you think surpasses Zhenhe True Monarch in the heavenly dao to verify again."

"Abbot is joking. Since Zhenhe True Monarch has already verified, these seventeen World Honored One heavenly contracts cannot be fake; I accept this result." Ying Jianghong only says: "Let's see what Clock True Man says."

In the present world, regarding heavenly dao cultivation, those who can surpass Jiang Wang are none other than Seven Hates Wu Zhai Xue, Sin Sea Innocent Heavenly Person, Washing Moon Nunnery Yuan Kong Shita, and the True Ksitigarbha, who cannot be counted as a specific individual.

For Ying Jianghong, none are more reliable than Jiang Wang.

After another while, Zhong Xuan finishes his examination.

He carefully recalls once more, finally shaking his head: "This part of Hanging Temple's historical record context is clear, seals confirmed, conforms to historical engravings, word by word like a knife—I see no problem."

"Many thanks!" Bitter Fate puts his palms together, bows to him once, then with a wave of his monk sleeve, collects the pile of Hanging Temple historical records stacked beside Zhong Xuan, and again looks at Ying Jianghong and Ji Xuanzhen: "If you need to invite the Left Dean to verify, you should quickly send the message."

He lowers his sorrowful brows: "Fate is unpredictable; this old monk also does not know where this small boat will drift with the waves."

Ying Jianghong and Ji Xuanzhen exchange a glance, already exchanging ideas.

After experiencing successive great battles, the two of them coming together is already the highest level of external pressure that Jing Country can display—if they go one step further, surely the emperor wouldn't personally lead troops while injured?

But despite raising the posture to this level, this trip allows them to see Bitter Fate's strength, so it's not in vain.

For mountain gates like Sumeru Mountain and Hanging Temple, the abbot must possess the dignity of the derived dao, and each generation succeeds without interruption. This is the fundamental inheritance of the major holy lands—unlike the already destroyed Blood River Sect, which from beginning to end was Meng Tianhai's one-man show. Instead, it's similar to the current major hegemonic countries, able to promote individual cultivation through official channels.

The methods of the major sects are naturally different, all kept secret, but in the end, they are auxiliary means.

What truly supports the sect is still the truly outstanding absolute world prodigy of an era.

Just like the hegemonic countries of the world, the emperor position of any country is enough to promote a national lord at the Cave True level to the derived dao level. But with the development of the era to today, the requirements for a country's lord are getting higher and higher; any contemporary hegemonic country will not hand over the throne to a prince who can only reach Cave True by himself.

Unless there is really no choice, that is basically a sign of national ruin, or a dynastic shift—for example, Chu Shizong Xiong Shao is not the legitimate son of the previous Chu Emperor; in bloodline, he is the previous emperor's cousin.

Returning to Hanging Temple, when Tian Zi was exceptionally talented, Bitter Nature died. Shortly after, the abbot Bei Huai also passed away, and finally the unassuming Bitter Fate took charge of the mountain gate. Many people thought Bitter Fate was not an absolute peak achieved by himself. Thus, they repeatedly lowered expectations for Hanging Temple's future.

Hanging Temple also never responded to this perception, until the Fierce Bodhisattva emerged from seclusion, and Absolute Peak Zhi E stirred up winds and clouds again. Only then did it stir back some of the Buddhist sect holy land's majesty.

But the Jing Country side increasingly perceives the difference in truth, having more and more complex understanding of Bitter Fate this person. The Prime Minister even believes that Bitter Fate was stronger than Bitter Nature in any period, simply hiding his light, and that his cultivation path was fated—now it can be considered verified.

For the central empire, all known problems are not problems; the hidden undercurrents that have not erupted are what make this giant pay attention.

The Bitter Fate who touches transcendence indeed exceeds Jing Country's prior expectations, but it is not beyond the unacceptable category.

"Verifying some Buddhist historical records, why labor the Left Dean to travel? We believe in Zhenhe True Monarch, believe in Taixu Pavilion, naturally also trust Clock Pavilion Member." Ying Jianghong has already achieved part of his purpose and could have left just like that, but he still says: "The greatness of the World Honored One, we also sigh in admiration. Thinking back then, He spread the dharma under heaven, the heavenly contracts left behind, truly don't know how many there are!"

"The heavenly contracts left by the World Honored One back then are certainly more than three hundred sixty-five, but Hanging Temple has preserved only these. Just like His personal three bells, Hanging Temple also only has Yi Wen. The World Honored One heavenly contracts scattered under heaven are hard to trace, yet not our responsibility! All in Hanging Temple are historically engraved, without a single omission. We should not bear Jing Country's suspicion."

Bitter Fate says: "No matter whose World Honored One heavenly contract was used in Heavenly Capital, it must not fall on Hanging Temple's head!"

The Eternal Monk suddenly says: "I have heard the Fierce Bodhisattva hates evil as enemies, his temperament fierce like fire; today, frequently subjected to suspicion, why so few words?"

"At the abbot's call, I should endure well." Zhi E at this time instead grins, baring a mouthful of white teeth—looking even fiercer.

Only his voice is stifled, rolling in his throat: "I still don't know how long I can endure."

Jiang Mengxiong is exceptionally quiet today, not speaking much; only at this moment does he say: "Alright, stop here!"

He ignores everyone, directly turns and leaves the passing boat, exiting the pure land.

Ying Jianghong's face is unchanged, only saying: "Coming to the Zen realm today is not to question crimes, but for the hidden dangers of the world's absolute Ksitigarbha, to trace the whereabouts of the divine hero, relying on the abbot's support!"

Bitter Fate at this time extends one palm sideways, towards Ying Jianghong and Ji Xuanzhen: "Hanging Temple's only self-proof once has already shown respect to the central empire. South Heavenly Master, Jin Wang, the temple is humble and hard to entertain noble guests, the Zen realm does not welcome alarming sounds—please return."

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