Three days of chanting, three days of listening, the stomachs of the people in the Mercy Hall were rumbling with hunger.
Great Master Wu Chen sat quietly for a while, then got up and walked out of the Mercy Hall. At the entrance of the hall, he turned to look at Xie Tian, wanting to ask something, but in the end, he didn't.
"What exactly is he trying to do?"
"How would I know?"
"Don't you boast that you know 99% of the things in the world?"
"Heh, then Xie Tian is the remaining one point." Xian Feng chuckled as he replied, glancing at the incomparably puzzled Mad Old Man, and said indifferently, "Even with my intelligence, I can't see it, so don't blindly ponder. Xie Tian's emotions have always been very calm, and his gaze has never revealed any ridicule. He definitely doesn't want to simply ridicule Wu Chen."
"This kid is too cunning," Mad Old Man scolded with a fierce sigh, and then said with a radiant smile, "But I like it!"
Xian Feng shook his head, watching the slightly hunched Wu Chen walk into the kitchen to light a fire to cook, thinking to himself that this little monk probably also wanted to ask Xie Tian this question just now.
What exactly was Xie Tian trying to do?
No one knew.
Only Wen Shui, who understood Xie Tian very well, seemed to have guessed a little, but he didn't dare believe that Xie Tian's idea could be realized, because there were only two days left before the medicinal power of the Supreme Grade Essential Yang Pill was exhausted.
Great Master Wu Chen cooked good porridge. Xie Tian smelled the fragrance of the thick porridge, and carefully savored it spoonful by spoonful. Wen Shui didn't refuse Great Master Wu Chen's considerate care, and ate bowl after bowl. If he didn't eat his fill, how would he have the strength to vent the hatred and resentment in his heart?
"This Xie Tian, does he always smack his lips when eating?" Xian Feng asked with a frown, not used to hearing this kind of voice that made people lose their appetite.
Hearing this, Mad Old Man seemed to have thought of something, and couldn't help but rub his stomach, frowning as he said, "When those disciples of yours eat the Dragon Leopard Wood, do they dare to smack their lips?"
"Ugh …"
"Haha! How about it? This brat is at least a little stronger than your disciple, right? "
Xian Feng shook his head. The Mad Old Man was enraged. Unexpectedly, Xian Feng's emotional voice rang out, "His temperament is firm, and stronger than my disciple."
The Mad Old Man pondered for a long time and asked suspiciously, "You didn't even look at the video. How did you know?"
"What's the big deal in the video?" Xian Feng pointed downwards, his expression slightly solemn. "Did you know that if Xie Tian had chosen to become a Buddhist cultivator, he would have been able to resolve his biggest problem, the danger of his Primordial Yang?"
"What if he doesn't know?"
Xian Feng shook his head and explained in a serious tone, "His murderous intent was almost extinguished by his Buddhist nature. This shows that his Nirvana Success, nirvana? Since he had succeeded, how could he not know that he would be reborn? Rebirth? "
The Mad Old Man was stunned. He asked carefully, "Are you saying that he gave up his life?"
"Yes and no," Xian Feng's eyes flashed with the light of wisdom. He said slowly, "He just gave up the path of life that Buddha gave him."
"Then, then does he have another path of life?"
"If you don't make a move, no."
"Why?"
"Even if Wu Chen was seriously injured by Xie Tian's attack on his heart, I don't think he can escape from a martial artist in the middle stage of the Postcelestial Realm." Xian Feng shook his head decisively. "Besides, if he escapes from Dustless Temple, does that mean he won't die?"
Xian Feng was speaking the truth. Even Xie Tian himself did not know where his path of life was. Ever since his Dantian was destroyed and his Inner Qi was destroyed by Wu Chen, he had never thought about this problem. He was only interested in Buddha and Wu Chen.
Wu Chen ate the last small bowl of porridge and put down his bowl and chopsticks. He looked at Xie Tian and found that Xie Tian was also looking at him calmly. Buddha's heart skipped a beat.
"Benefactor Xie Tian, do you still want to listen to the Buddhist scriptures?"
Even Wen Shui could hear Wu Chen's cautiousness from his words, let alone Xian Feng and Mad Old Man. They all knew that Wu Chen was afraid of Xie Tian, and it was precisely because of this fear that he would take the initiative to ask Xie Tian if he still wanted to listen to the Buddhist scriptures.
"I've heard enough, no need." Xie Tian shook his head.
Wu Chen breathed a sigh of relief in his heart. He picked up his bowl and chopsticks and was about to go wash them when Xie Tian asked again, "Can you tell me about yourself?"
"This old monk is a monk, what can happen to me?"
"A monk also has a place to be a monk, just like I come from the Xie Family of Yangshuo City." Xie Tian paused and said with a smile, "No matter how far I go, I still come from that place. I can't change it."
As if his thoughts had been stirred by Xie Tian's last sentence, Wu Chen was slightly absent-minded and said with a sigh, "Yes, that's not something we can change. Benefactor Xie Tian's root of wisdom really amazes this old monk. With just a few words, this old monk's mind was shaken."
"In the end, it's still your heart that's moved." There was a peaceful smile hidden in Xie Tian's blood-red eyes. "Just like I didn't kill anyone in front of you, but you still firmly believe that I have killing intent."
Wu Chen was silent for a moment, then he walked to the praying mat in front of Xie Tian and sat down cross-legged, saying the name of Buddha, "Benefactor Xie Tian, just now you were only a step away from nirvana and becoming a Buddha. Why at the last step, would you rather choose two days of your lifespan? "
Xie Tian said softly, "I remembered who I am."
"Benefactor's determination can be said to be the second person this old monk has seen in his life." Wu Chen couldn't help but let out a long sigh. Seeing the questioning look in Xie Tian's eyes, he thought for a moment and said with great admiration and respect, "The first person was this old monk's senior brother, the Buddhist name Wu Xin."
"What did he do?"
"When he was 15, senior brother Wu Xin chose Death Meditation."
Xie Tian shook his head, indicating that he didn't understand. Wu Chen smiled slightly and didn't explain what Death Meditation was. Instead, he said, "It's similar to Benefactor giving up life to seek death, but he's a little more powerful than you."
"This kind of person deserves respect." Xie Tian praised sincerely and then asked, "Aside from Wu Chen Temple, there are no other Buddhist holy lands in the Song Nation. Are you from the Chu Nation?"
Wu Chen sighed. Mentioning the past made him feel a little absent-minded. He shook his head and said, "This old monk comes from the Thunder Prefecture's Great Thunderclap Temple. I don't know how far it is from Wanzhou. Back then, I drifted on the sea for 20 years before I set foot in Wanzhou."
"That's far enough." Xie Tian imagined for a moment and found that just like he couldn't imagine Xu Zhantang's life goal, he couldn't imagine how far it was either. "The furthest road I've traveled is from Yangshuo City to Bianliang City."
"It's a world of difference." Wu Chen smiled.
Xie Tian nodded and asked, "Why did you come to Wanzhou?"
"Amitabha."
Wu Chen said the name of Buddha and fell into silence. His compassionate eyes lost their rare clarity and became complicated.
"This old monk converted to Buddhism when I was 15. Because my wisdom was just passable, I cultivated for 10 years before I could enter the sect." Wu Chen, who was immersed in his memories, slowly unfolded the picture of his life with an ethereal voice. "Who knew that when I just entered the sect, before I could understand the teachings of Buddha, something that shouldn't have happened to a disciple of the Great Thunderclap Temple?"
"Form is emptiness, emptiness is form. I didn't expect you to still have a trace of obsession in your heart." Xie Tian's voice was strangely gentle. His gentle words made Wu Chen's compassionate eyes moisten.
"Yes. That's why after I came to Wanzhou, I cultivated hard for more than 80 years and reached the middle stage of the Connate Realm, but I didn't make any progress in Zen scriptures." Wu Chen's heart lost its calmness and he sighed. "Every time I think about this, I feel deeply ashamed to face my sect."
"What is your obsession?"
Wu Chen's confused eyes turned to look at Xie Tian. He looked at him for a long time and said seriously, "For you."
"There are also killing cultivators in the Pure Land of Leizhou?" Xie Tian immediately understood the meaning of Wu Chen's words and asked with a smile.
Wu Chen nodded. "The whole Leizhou believes in Buddhism and is indeed a part of the Pure Land. But there are also evil creatures living in places where the Light of Buddha can't reach. After I entered the sect, I traveled for the first time and encountered a killing cultivator."
Xie Tian thought about it and asked, "And then?"
"Amitabha. I wanted to kill her," Wu Chen said the name of Buddha with a defeated expression. A trace of blood flowed out of the corner of his mouth, and his expression was very painful. "But I couldn't do it. Even if I recited the Great Light Lord's Scripture 100 times, I couldn't arouse her anger and subdue the demons to defend the Dao."
Xie Tian smiled. "You were very compassionate at the time."
"Hehe, compassionate?" Wu Chen smiled bitterly and sighed. "I let her go out of kindness, but she used a village of more than 300 corpses to repay me."
"You felt very guilty, so you fled to Wanzhou?"
Wu Chen's face turned red when he heard that. He shouted at Xie Tian, "I am devoted to Buddhism. Why would I run?!"
"Then you were driven out by your sect?" Xie Tian asked with a smile, not angry at all.
"I had planned to perform a ritual for the village for 81 days, but on the last day, my master came with his senior and junior brothers. After learning the whole story, he interrupted the ritual on the spot and drove me out of the Tempest Temple."
"You regret it a lot?"
Wu Chen nodded and then shook his head. "Aside from regret, there is also regret. I regret letting go of the killing cultivator and not completing the ritual for 81 days."
"It is indeed quite regrettable." Xie Tian thought about it and asked, "Don't you hate your sect? After all, it was your first time subduing demons. It is understandable that you have no experience."
When Dustless heard that, he laughed with tears flowing down his face, "Do you know what the first rule that those who enter the Great Thunderclap Monastery have to follow is?"
"What is it?" The Mad Old Man, who was almost confused by Xie Tian, asked Xian Feng in a daze.
Xian Feng's expression was grave. He seemed to have sensed Xie Tian's intentions, but there were many things he could not understand. He replied impatiently, "Anyone who meets a demon must be killed!"
"Damn! No wonder the bald donkeys of the Tempest Temple are universally recognized as lunatics, "the Mad Old Man exclaimed.
"Anyone who meets a demon must be killed!" Wu Chen's sonorous voice reverberated in the Mercy Hall. "If you violate this rule, you will be expelled from the Tempest Temple!"
Xie Tian smiled. "Rules are rules, but I know you still resent your sect's heartlessness."
"Amitabha, my sect raised me and let me see the light of the pure land. What is there to resent?" Wu Chen retorted expressionlessly. "Benefactor Xie Tian, you are lying."
"I am not lying." Xie Tian pointed outside the hall and said with a smile, "If you do not resent, why did you name the hall of Wu Chen Temple as the Mercy Hall? Mercy holds your heart, but you spread its name. Isn't this to vent the resentment in your heart and mock your sect for being heartless? "
Puff!
The fifth mouthful of blood landed in the hall.
After spitting out this mouthful of blood, Wu Chen's injuries worsened, but his expression was much more relaxed. He stood up and bowed to Xie Tian, saying, "Benefactor Xie Tian, thank you for your benevolence and resolving the obsession in this old monk's heart. But no matter what, this old monk will not repeat the same mistake and let you go."
"Xian Feng, don't pull me! I'm going to flatten this mountain! " The Mad Old Man went mad and scolded loudly. "This little b * stard actually dares to do such a thing of returning good for evil!"
Xian Feng did not know whether to laugh or cry as he pulled on the Mad Old Man and advised, "This is also a solution. It's better than you saving him."
"But that bald donkey does not appreciate it!"
"Let's continue watching." Xian Feng advised again, but in his heart, he was cursing. If not for Xie Tian's intention to pique his interest, who would have pulled him?
Xie Tian was stunned and laughed. "I have no such thoughts."
"Alas, very good indeed." Because of the comprehension ability that Xie Tian displayed in comprehending the Buddhist scriptures, Wu Chen's impression of him was a little better. He said regretfully, "If benefactor can attain Nirvana and become a Buddha, this old monk really has the heart to take you in. Become a Buddha, I really have the heart to take you in as a disciple. Benefactor, do you want me to read it for you again? "
Xie Tian shook his head. "There's no need for that. It's already enough."
Wu Chen was stunned. "Enough?"
"I listened to the scriptures just to understand your Buddha." Xie Tian smiled warmly, looked at Wu Chen, and said seriously, "Now that I understand it more or less, it's enough to kill Buddha."
"What, what did you say?" Wu Chen simply did not dare to believe his ears.
"I want to kill Buddha."
Wu Chen's breathing quickened for half an hour before he calmed down. He looked coldly at Xie Tian and said indifferently, "Benefactor Xie Tian, the mighty power of Buddha is not what you can imagine."
"Yes, I know that Buddha is very powerful." Xie Tian nodded his head matter-of-factly and said with a smile, "So, before I kill Buddha, I will first go to your sect. Before I kill them all, I will tell them that it was you who created the cause and made me kill them."
As soon as he finished speaking, a black lightning struck down from the Ninth Heaven and struck the body of the golden Buddha in the Mercy Palace.
In a violent rage, Wu Chen turned his head back in fear. On the smooth Buddha statue, a shocking black mark appeared!
Mad Old Man turned his head mechanically and looked at Xian Feng who was similarly stunned. His Adam's apple wriggled twice and he spat out two words. "Soul Oath …"
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