At this moment, Abbot Yangon saw a small figure dashing towards him from the grassy plain under the silvery moonlight.
He murmured, "What are you asking again?"
Eggsheng stood still in front of the temple gate and took a deep breath with his hands on his knees. He said resolutely, "Let's go!"
If his life was fated to be filled with nightmares, then he would continue fighting like Li Qingshan. He would not hide away like a coward, too afraid to sleep.
"Wait!"
Eggsheng barged into the temple again, and the monks exclaimed in surprise. He then walked out while clapping his hands in satisfaction.
In the Sangharama hall, the divine general called "Li Qingshan" who sat at the very end had been smashed to a pulp. He no longer possessed his awe-inspiring bearing.
"Why?" Abbot Yangon was also surprised. Becoming a god and being worshiped was probably something all cultivators hoped for. Was it because his position was too low?
"I don't want anyone to worship me!"
"Amitabha, do you only want to be equal to all living beings? I am ashamed. " Abbot Yangon put his palms together and sighed with a smile, "But only you can do this."
"What is it?"
"Don't worry, we will talk as we go."
Then they walked into the silvery blue night and disappeared into the vast plain.
In the messy Sangharama Temple, all the monks felt weak all over. In the Pure Land of Ultimate Bliss, not to mention the statues worshiped in the temples, no one even dared to damage a piece of paper with a painting of a god on it.
They had never heard of such a horrifying and rebellious thing, and they did not know what to do.
In the tall and deep Divine Hall, the Sangharama God and a group of Divine Generals seemed to be staring at them. The monks knelt on the ground and kowtowed repeatedly, confessing their sins.
The abbot was the calmest. He ordered, "Quickly clean up this place, then go to Master Zhu's carpenter shop and hire another one. No one is allowed to leak anything about this."
He went to the corner and held up the remaining half of the head of the Divine General Li Qingshan. With his buttocks facing the sky, he bowed deeply. "I have failed to protect you well. Please forgive me. I will rebuild your Dharmakaya as soon as possible."
The next morning, the Sangharama Temple was swept clean again. A brand new statue stood high on the altar. The bright and beautiful sunlight fell on him, making him look even more spirited.
From time to time, the monks would come over to take a look and pay their respects to confirm the existence of this statue.
What happened last night was like a nightmare!
At the same time, Eggson felt that Abbot Yangon had no ill intentions, so he told him about his encounter.
"You have indeed lost your memories."
"Did I hit my head?" Eggboy touched his head with both hands, but he didn't find even a big bump.
"Haha, of course not."
Abbot Yangon could vaguely guess that Li Qingshan had deliberately sealed his memories to resist the influence of the Pure Land of Ultimate Bliss. Based on his understanding of this kid, he was absolutely capable of doing such a thing.
"Then how do I recover?"
"Well, that's easy." Abbot Yangon smiled. His young and handsome face had a hint of ill intentions. He even patted Eggson's shoulder: "No need to thank me. I asked you to do something, so you should repay me."
Thus, he turned around and slightly deviated from the direction. He passed through a dense forest, where there were no wild beasts. He crossed a large river, where there were no fish. He climbed up a large mountain, where there were only bird cries that never stopped. It was a wonderful melody that seemed to be singing the praises of this wonderful world.
Sometimes, flocks of birds would fly, gather and disperse, and the sound of flapping wings would resound through the sky. It was like a paradise for birds, and they couldn't help but stop to admire it.
Climbing to the peak of the mountain and looking down at the entire plain, Eggson's eyes were wide open. He saw countless buildings at the foot of the mountain. There were houses, towers, canals, palaces, fountains, temples, and plazas. It stretched to the end of the horizon, and it was unknown how many hundreds of miles it was.
Even in his previous life, he had never seen such a big city. The clear river flowed down from the mountain, passing through the entire city and spreading to every corner through the canals.
They followed the river, and the city was also filled with the sounds of birds and the fragrance of flowers. There were people coming and going everywhere, but they weren't idle. Similarly, there were peddlers and craftsmen who sold their wares. However, there was no worry on their faces.
The peddlers weren't worried that their goods wouldn't be sold or that they wouldn't be able to get a good price. They didn't have any schemes, and they enthusiastically shared their goods with the passersby. Their peddling was more like a singing competition among birds, and it became a street scene.
The craftsmen were fully focused on their own work, but they didn't live on it. Instead, they lived on a passion that came from the bottom of their hearts. Any one of them would be an extraordinary master in the mortal world. And the handicrafts that came from their hands were all exquisite and peerless. In the ordinary world, they would definitely be priceless. Now, they were only placed by the roadside for passersby to judge and choose.
And the things used for trading were not gold, silver, copper, and iron, but Bodhi seeds.
In this world, Bodhi trees were everywhere, and Bodhi seeds were not valuable. However, no one had any greedy or evil thoughts in their hearts. Bodhi seeds were just a kind of token, and everyone did their job and took what they needed. If you asked them to do nothing, they would feel that it was meaningless.
Along the way, Egg Sheng's mouth was not empty, and he carried a lot of food and drink in his arms. Although he didn't have half a Bodhi seed in his hands, with Abbot Yangon beside him, the bystanders thought that he was a young monk who followed their master to travel, and they fought to stuff things into his arms.
"This place … is really …" He gulped and swallowed everything in his mouth, "… a good place!"
The chefs' skills were simply excellent. There were crystal clear sweet potato glutinous rice and black sesame pancakes, burnt yellow thousand-page tofu, sweet and fragrant corn soup, and there were countless of them. Up until now, there hadn't been a repeat, and it simply made his appetite increase.
"My Buddha is merciful, and all living beings suffer. It would be great if the Boundless World could be like this!" Abbot Yangon sighed from the bottom of his heart, and he had infinite yearning.
"Heh, when that time comes, there won't be anything left for you. Monks can all renounce asceticism and go home."
Abbot Yangon said, "When that time comes, there won't be a need for monks, and perhaps, even Buddha won't be needed."
Egg Sheng was stunned for a moment, and in this moment of distraction, an old lady raised her head and puffed out her chest, and walked towards him as if she was flying. She didn't notice him, and they suddenly collided.
Although he was small in stature, his strength was great, and he didn't even sway. The old lady cried out in pain and fell heavily to the ground.
He hurriedly went to help the old lady, but she suddenly grabbed his wrist tightly. He panicked in his heart, and he didn't know why he was panicking, but he had a feeling that something terrible was about to happen.
The old lady said, "Child, are you alright?" She touched him from head to toe, "Grandma didn't injure you, right?"
"No … no!"
"Amitabha, Buddha bless me, it's good that you're alright, it's good that you're alright!" The old lady got up and stuffed a handful of Bodhi seeds into his hands, "Take it and buy some candy!" She then walked away as if she was flying.
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