Journey to the West: I have Nine Golden Crows Inside Me-Chapter 1366 - 924 BC

"In the absence of any cultivation techniques, to be able to comprehend the Tao through music, your daughter is a rare genius, and I merely sympathize with her talent," Jiang Chen truly believed that Cai Zhaoji was talented. In these times, the path of music was not popular, and spotting a promising talent was not easy. If cultivated carefully, she might well become an influential figure in the future.

Thinking so, Jiang Chen suddenly produced a volume of music scores and handed it to Cai Zhaoji.

"This music score is the work of the Heavenly Emperor, containing his venerable understanding of the music of Heaven and Earth. This item fortuitously came into my possession, but alas, my energy is limited, and I can’t devote myself to the study of music, thus failing to continue this legacy."

"Now seeing that you are suitable, I’m gifting it to you, hoping that you will cultivate diligently in the future and not tarnish the name of the Heavenly Emperor."

Heavenly Emperor Fuxi had learned a myriad of things in his life, among which the most famous were the Innate Eight Diagrams and the path of music. After the inheritance fell into the hands of Jiang Chen, he also obtained the Heavenly Emperor’s inheritance from the Human Race. Comparing both, he indeed obtained the true transmission of Fuxi.

The essence of the Innate Eight Diagrams and the path of music were also fully mastered by him.

But alas, with limited energy, Jiang Chen only learned the Innate Eight Diagrams and had no energy left to study music, causing this rare inheritance of the Heavenly Emperor to gradually fade into obscurity.

Regarding this, Jiang Chen felt somewhat guilty; he had always wanted to find an opportunity to pass on the path of music, and now he had finally found that opportunity.

As long as the path of music had a successor, he could consider himself worthy of the Fuxi inheritance on his shoulders.

Although Cai Zhaoji did not guess Jiang Chen’s identity, the attitude of Cai Yong showed her that Jiang Chen was undoubtedly a personage of unimaginable stature.

And hearing his words, the music score even involved the progenitor of the human culture, Fuxi, its origin truly was immensely significant. Without any doubt, this music score was a peerless treasure.

Further discussing, the music score in front of her could be said to be the greatest opportunity she had encountered in her life.

With this thought, looking at the music score handed to her, Cai Zhaoji’s body trembled with excitement. After taking several deep breaths, she finally took the music score and thanked Jiang Chen: "I thank Your Majesty."

"I hope that one day, I will see you in Gouchen Hall," Jiang Chen said, full of expectation.

Entering the Tao through music, if one’s cultivation succeeds, they would ascend into the Gouchen Heavenly Palace, qualify to claim themselves as disciples of the Heavenly Emperor, a status so revered it was beyond comparison to ordinary Immortal Persons.

"What brings Your Majesty here, may I inquire?" After Jiang Chen finished speaking with Cai Zhaoji, Cai Yong stepped forward and asked.

"Today, a young man came to your residence to offer a manuscript, wishing to take you as his mentor. This person had a connection with me in his past life, and thus, I am asking you for a favor on his behalf, hoping you will accept him as a disciple and teach him the classics of the Hundred Schools." freewebnøvel.com

Jiang Chen said to Cai Yong, the scholars of the Han Dynasty, known as scholars, knew so much and had studied all the Hundred Schools, each more erudite than the last.

"Is that all, to accept him as a disciple?"

Cai Yong was somewhat surprised, not expecting Jiang Chen to visit him for such a trivial matter. A simple order would have sufficed, so why did it warrant his personal visit?

Although he thought this, Cai Yong also understood in his heart that this young person must have a very special relationship with Jiang Chen; otherwise, it wouldn’t justify such an action.

"Not just that, when you accept him as a disciple, I hope you will give him this item."

Jiang Chen personally visiting Cai Yong was naturally not just about having Amitabha Buddha as a disciple. His main purpose was to utilize Cai Yong to transfer a treasure to Amitabha Buddha.

As he spoke, a small bamboo fragment appeared in Jiang Chen’s hand. This fragment, its age unknown, had lost its original color and instead bore a dark hue, as if it had absorbed eons of dust, exuding an ancient and weathered aura.

On the front of this bamboo piece were engraved two large characters in ancient seal script, "Spring" and "Autumn."

Spring and Autumn Annals!

This object was indeed the supreme treasure of the Confucian Dao, a Fragment of the "Spring and Autumn," the book of years.

When the First Emperor used the Spring and Autumn Brush to kill three Great Divine Transcendents shortly before, this supreme treasure of the Confucian gate knew its destiny was fulfilled, and it shattered into countless fragments again, disappearing into the void between Heaven and Earth.

At that time, although Jiang Chen tried to intercept the fragments of the Spring and Autumn, alas, with his strength at the time, he was still unable to suppress this supreme treasure of the Confucian gate, and even though he used all his strength, he only managed to grasp the beginning piece of the Spring and Autumn Bamboo, which recorded the words ’Spring’ and ’Autumn.’

The rest vanished before his eyes.

Spring and Autumn—that was the book’s title. Although its contents were gone, just the name still possessed unfathomable power, capable of manipulating the power of years, concealing all traces, and could accelerate or decelerate time.

And this object was what Jiang Chen intended to give to Amitabha Buddha. With the Spring and Autumn Bamboo in hand, it would be difficult for the Saints to scheme against him.

Moreover, for Amitabha Buddha to achieve perfection, he must reincarnate through the mortal world for myriad generations. Assuming an average lifespan of fifty years for each generation, that amounted to five hundred thousand years.

Five hundred thousand years—Jiang Chen couldn’t wait that long, let alone the two Saints of the West. If he truly returned only after five hundred thousand years, the Buddhist door would be long gone.

Thus, Jiang Chen needed to find a way to both accelerate Amitabha Buddha’s return and ensure that doing so held no risks and would not impact his foundation.

The Spring and Autumn, the supreme treasure of the Confucian gate, was the method Jiang Chen thought of. Celebrated as the chronicle of ages, it was the strongest treasure connected with time.

With Amitabha Buddha holding the Spring and Autumn, the time that belonged to him would naturally speed up, greatly enhancing the pace of his return.

Of course, during this process, under the guidance of the Spring and Autumn Bamboo, Amitabha Buddha would one by one locate the lost content of Spring and Autumn, to reunite this supreme treasure of the Confucian gate.

And when the Spring and Autumn reappeared, the Spring and Autumn Brush would emerge alongside it. Combining the power of these two treasures, it wouldn’t take long for Amitabha Buddha to complete myriad generations of cultivation, to understand the true essence of Buddha, and to return to his true self.

Of course, although powerful, the Spring and Autumn could not accelerate time indefinitely. And to unleash the ultimate power of Spring and Autumn, Jiang Chen needed to find a way to send Amitabha Buddha to the All Heavens and Myriads of Worlds.

The All Heavens and Myriads of Worlds lay beyond the boundaries of the Prehistoric World, not a focal point of the Heavenly Dao. There, manipulating time was much easier than in the Three Realms.

"This is..."

Looking at the bamboo piece in Jiang Chen’s hand, Cai Yong could no longer maintain his composure and hurriedly approached Jiang Chen, his gaze fixated on the Spring and Autumn Bamboo, too excited to speak.

As a successor of Confucianism, although he had never seen the supreme treasure, the Spring and Autumn Bamboo, the moment he saw it, he recognized its origins through an inexplicable perception—it was the long-lost supreme treasure of the Confucian gate, the "Spring and Autumn"!

"Your Majesty, is this the Spring and Autumn, the supreme text personally written by the Saint, the supreme treasure of our Confucian Dao? Ever since the fall of the Saint, its whereabouts were unknown, and to think—it had just shattered."

Looking at the fragment of "Spring and Autumn" in Jiang Chen’s hand, Cai Yong spoke with a heart full of pain. Looking at his expression, the breaking of "Spring and Autumn" pained him more than his own suffering.

"Calm yourself, Spring and Autumn was personally destroyed by the Saint before his demise, precisely to preserve the Confucian Dao. It’s also your fault, you descendants, claiming there’s no new Saint for ten thousand years. If the Saint had left Spring and Autumn to you, wouldn’t that have brought calamity upon you?"

"Did you really think you could protect this treasure under the scrutiny of so many Great Divine Transcendents?"

Jiang Chen subconsciously moved away from Cai Yong, who had actually started crying.

"It is the descendants who are unfilial!"

Hearing this, Cai Yong cried even louder. For a Confucian scholar who valued filial piety, failing to protect the treasures left by the forefathers was there a greater disgrace?

After a good while, Cai Yong finally regained his composure and asked Jiang Chen in a low voice, "Your Majesty, since you have already acquired the fragment of ’Spring and Autumn,’ why not personally hand it over to that young man, and instead use me to pass it on?"

In Cai Yong’s view, Jiang Chen’s actions seemed somewhat redundant. He could have simply found a reason to hand the fragment of "Spring and Autumn" directly to the young man, so why bother having him deliver it, unless he was seeking trouble?