Chapter 283
Hebe has almost run out of pieces.
Krishna's pieces have all been placed.
But the latter's victory lies not in these pieces, but outside the chessboard.
It's really ridiculous—those pieces that fought so hard had nothing to do with the final victory.
The entire Bharata stretches from the Indus River Valley in the north to the Ganges Valley in the center, and then to the vast primeval forests in the south.
Those ascetics hiding in the forest all began chanting prayers directed towards Mahakala and Indra.
Although Hebe has consolidated Eris's the Swarm into one, preventing him from having countless clones, wouldn't Eris have a countermeasure?
Of course there are.
In this world, manipulating people's hearts does not necessarily mean unifying the Swarm.
"As you know, for a long time, the snowy region was the most difficult frontier for Cathay to govern, so the power of religion was indispensable in order to rule it. After a long period of terror, the power of Bon Religion has long been diminished, and the Tsenpo urgently needs a new religion to increase his authority."
"After that, Guru Padmasambhava descended from Bharata to the snowy land. He founded the supreme esoteric Buddhism called Vajrayana, thus establishing the snowy land as a thousand-year-old Buddhist kingdom."
"What I have said is absolutely true."
The golden crown on Krishna's head gradually changed its design.
The long, gold and red robes gradually fell down and draped over his body.
Krishna stopped laughing, and two curled mustaches appeared above the corners of his lips.
He held a three-pronged staff in his right hand, with three heads—one dry, one wet, and one half-dry—studded at the top, with blood dripping down from them.
He holds a Kapala bowl in his left hand, which contains human brains, bone marrow, internal organs, etc., and bodhi seeds are wrapped around his wrist.
The Myoken Wheel flew to the back of his head and transformed into a large bronze wheel that spun rapidly.
His eyes widened, exuding an air of authority.
"I am Mahakala, I am Indra."
"I am Krishna, I am Padmasambhava."
[Good, good!]
You should be the leader!
The Vajras and Bodhisattvas on either side of the lotus platform all turned around and spoke in low voices.
A look of mixed joy and anger appeared on Krishna's face.
[Hum!]
[In the northwest corner of the Buddha-land of Uddiyana, on the lotus stem base]
[A rare and accomplished master, known by the name Padmasambhava]
Surrounded by my retinue of dakinis, I follow your example in my practice.
[May blessings descend upon us, Guru Padma Siddhi Hum]
The bronze Kalachakra spun behind Krishna's head, and the lotus throne that stood between the two of them gradually shifted toward him.
Krishna's body floated up, and he sat cross-legged in mid-air, his gaze half compassionate and half majestic.
"Bharata, you have indeed won, but what have you gained after winning?"
"Struggle and search in this land with no future, no heroes. If you really do live to see a thousand years from now... oh no. I remember it will be a few hundred years before Albion's powerful ships and cannons knock open the gates of Bharata."
"I hope that by then you will still be able to hold onto your ideals."
Krishna hands slightly. "The Kalachakra unfolds, the [Golden Truth Vajrayana] flows forth—"
The bronze wheel hanging behind his head rotated clockwise once with a rumbling sound!
Krishna's will transcended this state of "neither perception nor non-perception," and saw the poor and evil spirits struggling in the Snow Mountain Pure Land, the nobles fleeing in all directions, and the Vedic gods trying to rebel.
He saw the lowly people clasping their hands together, as if chanting incantations or praying.
The sound pierced through the clouds, but when it reached Krishna's ears, it was merely a murmur.
His body grew taller and taller, while the Bodhisattvas and Vajras shrank and flanked him on either side.
As for Hebe's body, compared to Krishna was sitting in the void at this moment, it was as insignificant as a speck of dust.
The Golden Truth known as Vajrayana is constantly flowing out through the bronze Kalachakra, transforming the entire Snow Mountain Pure Land from top to bottom.
After it has completed the transformation of the entire Snow Mountain Pure Land, it will flow from it into the entire mortal world.
The Vajrayana will take the snowy land as its center, influencing Bharata to the south and Cathay to the north.
Various images also appeared before Hebe's eyes—
After the Kuru War, Padmasambhava rode in a white horse-drawn carriage straight into the Snowy Plateau.
With his terrifying rituals, he defeated the Bon Religion shamans and Han Chinese monks, causing the Tibetan Tsenpo Trisong Detsen to prostrate himself before him.
He founded a religion called Vajrayana in the snowy region, using Buddhism as its skin, Bon Religion as its flesh, and Hindu rituals as its bones, thus controlling the entire snowy region in his own hands.
He also planted countless "Hidden Treasure" that could influence future generations.
When the era known as "Tang" passed, Cathay was once again plunged into chaos by the power struggle between the sovereign father and the wolf mother.
At this time, Vajrayana, in the name of its supreme and excellent Dharma, was officially designated as the state religion by the Yuan emperor, who came from the grasslands but had converted to the faith of his sovereign.
By this point, a century later, Vajrayana gained a prominent place in the Cathay cultural sphere, and the names of the Eight Great Hutuktu had spread far and wide, both at home and abroad.
Higashi, the Tanguk, the South Seas... all came seeking the secret methods of the two great mandalas, Vajradhatu and Garbhadhatu.
This is not an illusion, but rather the change that will occur in this world after the Golden Truth Vajrayana is put into practice.
In other words, this is the history that is about to be settled.
This means that Krishna will be completely freed from the constraints of the Lostbelt and will connect multiple civilizations and nations.
Eris will use this opportunity to make a comeback, rewrite Hebe's past achievements, and change the world—leading this false and prosperous late twentieth century toward a true future.
Before that... Vajrayana will flourish under the name of "Snowy Land Buddhism".
The powerful and wealthy of Cathay flock to it, and even ordinary people hope to "purify their souls" and thus make a pilgrimage.
Some wise people may object, but the faithful followers of Vajrayana will threaten them with words and use curses to scare them.
This leads more ignorant people to believe that Vajrayana is an incomparably supreme and sacred Dharma...
All of this had already happened once in Hebe's previous life.
Even as the 21st century approached its midpoint, so-called Tibetan Buddhism and the so-called supreme Guru Rinpoche continued to be sought after by countless people online.
This is indeed the "future" that will unfold as it is!
These visions were also seen by Krishna.
Although their physical differences were enormous at this moment, Krishna when Hebe raised his head.
He saw the slight upturn of Hebe's lips, and he also saw the increasingly intense light shining through the gaps between her fingers behind her back.
It was a red light, like fire.
What is that?
Krishna was about to take his seat, asked softly.
Of course, for Hebe, this "soft whisper" was as loud as thunder.
"It's okay, you can continue."
Hebe shrugged. "This is the mysterious and wonderful tool we'll be using later."
Even so, Hebe still reached out her hand, letting the fiery, radiant object fly into the lotus seat.
This speed was so great that Krishna could not stop it.
He could see clearly that it was a chess piece, but it was not of the Bharata type.
This chess piece is round, with a Sinian character - Shi written on it in vermilion pen.
This is Chinese chess.
He was a national hero.
Krishna's expression changed drastically, and the [Golden Truth Vajrayana] that had already begun slowed down on its own.
The great bronze wheel behind his head spun rapidly, and in an instant Krishna knew the identity of this chess piece.
"Wang Xuance? How could it be Wang Xuance?"
Krishna gazed at Hebe, "You sent him out—did you expect him to lead the Tang army and quell the chaos in Bharata?"
"How ridiculous!"
"The snowy plateau is the best barrier! Wang Xuance was able to conquer Bharata, but could he possibly conquer this Snowy Plateau?!"
As he spoke, more images appeared before Hebe's eyes.
That was the scene of Wang Xuance returning to Chang'an after making great contributions, but not being given important positions, and finally dying in frustration.
—That was the scene of the mighty Tang Army, clad in Mingguang Armor, Water and Soil on the Snowy Plateau, abandoning their helmets, armor, and banners as they fled.
—That was the scene of scholars earnestly advising against welcoming the Buddha's relics, only to be banished to Lingnan by the Son of Heaven with a single word.
"Come on, let the Tang Army come!"
Krishna laughed, "Vyasa, you will lose clearly today."
The Golden Truth began to flow again, all the light in the sky was taken away, and the dark, boundless night descended.
Night fell over the Kurukshetra.
The sky in the Snow Mountain Pure Land suddenly darkened.
However, Shangri-La Kashyapa did not fall into pure darkness.
Because the stars are like fire.
Even in this "non-ideal place" that lies between the inside and outside, there is now a blazing starlight.
The night was pierced by the stars, leaving needle-like marks; the long night was burned through by the starlight.
But Krishna was not angry. He looked at the moving sparks and laughed, "These Tang Army are really interesting."
He looked at Hebe, trying to see a look of defeat and despair on her face.
That was truly the sweetest expression in the world.
However, when he looked at Hebe, the expression on her face was not despair, but rather a kind of suppressed excitement.
Immediately, the prayers began to reach Krishna's ears.
"I want to eat meat..."
"I want to have my own land..."
"I want to wear warm clothes..."
"I just want my wife and daughter to live well, so they don't get any attention from those men..."
How could it be this kind of prayer? They should be praying to Mahakala, to Indra, to Krishna, to Padmasambhava!
They should not pray for worldly things; they should dedicate themselves and make offerings to the guru in order to accumulate merit and attain liberation!
But these prayers grew more numerous and varied—they were extremely small, yet they came from the entire Snow Mountain Pure Land, from the whole of Bharata.
Krishna a somber face, and the bronze Kalachakra behind his head was spinning loudly.
The sounds instantly faded away.
Krishna secretly breathed a sigh of relief, his gaze fixed hatefully on the blood-red stars.
He reached out and pressed his hand against the puncture wounds, intending to crush those fearless Tang Army to death.
When his fingers touched the stars, the surroundings instantly lit up.
The clatter of hooves rang in his ears.