Chapter 475

The ground was glazed blue, the green hills were covered with spirit herbs, and the herbalists were vigorous. The ancient temple was quiet and serene, out of place with the surrounding sand and gravel. But it was also like an oasis, in harmony with the vast sea, as if Lanke Temple had always been here!

The compassionate voice in the temple said, "Young donor Su, you can meditate now."

Mengqi nodded and suddenly had a question, "Bodhisattva, if I want to meditate again in the future, how can I find Lanke Temple?"

He couldn't always go through Shuiyue Nunnery or Shaolin Temple, could he?

The voice of Lanke Temple smiled and said calmly, "I already remember you, young donor Su. In the future, as long as you sincerely recite 'Nanwuyue Mani Light King Bodhisattva' three times in this world, you will be able to see Lanke Temple. The same goes for all donors."

"Nanwuyue Mani Light King Bodhisattva? I've never heard of it. It should be a Bodhisattva who achieved Buddhahood in the last thousand years … "Mengqi first noticed the other person's title, but then he was stunned.

This, this was the way to hide in Lanke Temple!

As long as he sincerely recited the name of Bodhisattva three times, with the omnipresent ability of Lanke Temple, he would be able to see the door of convenience, enter the temple to meditate and stay for a while. This sounded like nothing at first, but after thinking about it carefully, he found that there was a great mystery!

Not to mention that he could not sincerely recite the name in a fierce battle, but if he was being chased, he could definitely hide in Lanke Temple!

This was equivalent to a "life-saving spell", which was similar to the Reincarnation Talisman in terms of effectiveness!

The only problem was that it could only be used in this world.

Mengqi was surprised and happy. Who wouldn't like an additional life-saving incantation?

He was just secretly lamenting that he had made a mistake. After snatching the Withering Bodhi Tree, he should have immediately used the Reincarnation Charm instead of relying on Yunhe, so that he could at least obtain the inheritance once.

For example, the former Crown Prince Zhao Qian seemed to have some connections with the Myths. If he knew the secret of the Reincarnation Charm from the Myths, he would be in a desperate situation because Chong He and Yunhe did not know where he went and could not rescue him. Others could guard his corpse. Previously, Mengqi was worried about this, so he did not directly activate the Reincarnation Charm. Later, Yunhe escaped smoothly and seemed to be able to get rid of the pursuit, so he did not choose to use it.

Most importantly, did Candramurni Bodhisattva come forward to resolve the problem, or did he deliberately "mislead" Yunhe's escape route so that they would run into him? If it was the latter, the Reincarnation Talisman would not have been used in the beginning!

Although he had lost the chance to directly obtain the inheritance, he could still comprehend it from time to time. The life-saving incantation could be considered to have made up for his other losses, so it was not bad.

Collecting himself, Mengqi sat cross-legged in front of Zhen Hui, Hong Neng, and the other Dharmakayas. His eyes were half-closed, and his spirit slowly spread to the Withering Bodhi Tree in his hand. He did not link it deeply, but slowly activated it.

This was a method of understanding, not obtaining. In the pure land of a real Bodhisattva, Mengqi did not dare to play tricks. Even if the Bodhisattva would not kill him, he would have to listen to Buddhist sutras in Lanke Temple for ten years.

With the activation, the Withering Bodhi Tree swayed gently, as if shielding the monk under the tree from the wind and rain. Half of it was green and full of vitality, while the other half was yellow and withered.

Suddenly, Mengqi felt that he had become the monk under the tree, but he immediately moved away and became a member of the audience.

The monk under the tree had a plump face and a head full of hair. His expression was sometimes sad, sometimes compassionate, sometimes solemn, sometimes solemn, sometimes golden, and sometimes indomitable.

"… All forms are fabricated … Seeing the forms but not the forms is the Tathagata …"

His voice was not loud, but it had a sense of grandeur, clearly ringing in Mengqi's ears.

Mengqi seemed to be able to understand, but at the same time, he did not seem to understand anything. He listened attentively. Golden udumbara flowers fell from the sky, and spring water emerged from the ground, blooming lotus flowers.

Behind the monk under the tree, golden Buddhas appeared out of thin air. There was Amitabha, Bodhi, Dipamkara, Bodhi, and Ten Thousand Buddhas Paying Homage!

Maitreya, Guanyin, and other Bodhisattvas were also among them. They whispered to themselves,

"So I have heard!"

A bright world appeared around the Withering Bodhi Tree, and the boundless sea of bitterness appeared. The halo behind the head of the monk under the tree shone brightly, illuminating the deep and dark "sea". There seemed to be light spots echoing in the infinite distance.

The monk recited endless sutras, and the udumbara flowers in the sky condensed into big characters. They were neither Sanskrit nor seal script, but pointed to the heart and even deduced the swastika.

These golden characters kept circling around Mengqi, sometimes drilling in, and sometimes flying out.

Mengqi, who was immersed in the atmosphere of Buddha preaching, had a golden Buddha in his mind. He pointed to the sky with one hand, and touched the ground with the other. In his solemnity, there was boundless Zen, and he spoke with a grand voice,

"In the heavens and on the earth, only 'I' am supreme."

The monk under the tree suddenly stood up, took seven steps, and also pointed to the sky with one hand, and touched the ground with the other, looking solemn.

"In the heavens and on the earth, only I am supreme."

With a boom, the golden Buddha in Mengqi's mind seemed to have countless swastika characters, innumerable proverbs, and Zen chants, which shook his Vital Spirit. His hands changed repeatedly, and it was difficult to see them clearly. But in the end, they returned to their original form, pointing to the sky and touching the ground, filling the three realms, only I am supreme!

Suddenly, Mengqi's Vital Spirit felt a sharp pain, and he could no longer bear the enlightenment. The golden Buddha disappeared in front of him, the monk under the tree disappeared, and the thousands of Buddhas also disappeared. Only the Withering Bodhi Tree remained in front of him.

"It seems that it is not a short-term achievement. I have to grow and realize it slowly. It is good enough that I can understand a little bit now …" Mengqi sighed to himself.

"But it is good enough to understand a little bit of I, the Unique and Righteous. Back then, Jiang Zhiwei only understood a little bit of the Anatta Sword!"

"I'm afraid I can't simulate it without a year and a half …" Raising his hand to rub his temple, Mengqi suddenly felt that the atmosphere was a little stiff. He realized that many Dharmakayas were looking at him, except for Zhen Hui, who looked confused.

"Junior Brother, what's wrong?" Mengqi asked Zhen Hui through telepathy.

Even if they could be eavesdropped, they could not ask openly.

Zhen Hui shook his head in confusion, "What do you mean what's wrong?"

"Why is everyone looking at me?" Mengqi was confused.

Zhen Hui said matter-of-factly, "Senior Brother, you are the only one who is comprehending. Of course, everyone is looking at you."

Mengqi felt that communicating with his Junior Brother was as tiring as ever.

Yue Mani Bodhisattva of Lanke Temple said in the same tone, "Have you decided on the order?"

Chong He, whose hair was as white as snow, laughed and said, "My fellow cultivators have agreed to let the Daoist take advantage of his seniority."

"So it is based on age. In terms of strength, it is difficult to distinguish who is superior …" Mengqi nodded slightly.

Chong He flew into Lanke Temple and sat cross-legged in front of the Withering Bodhisattva, causing the leaves to sway.

After half a cup of tea, Chong He opened his eyes, which were full of contemplation. No one knew what he had realized and whether it would help him in his current difficulties.

Chong He did not say much. He exchanged places with Kong Wen and telepathy to Mr. Lu to "explain" what happened today. He said that he was the first person Mengqi met, but he wanted to seize the Buddha's Palm and it was inconvenient for him to show up because of the separation between Buddhism and Taoism. Therefore, he sent Mengqi to Huamei Heights in the North Zhou Dynasty.

This gave a reasonable explanation for Mengqi's sudden appearance in Huamei Heights in the West Regions.

Mr. Lu and Chong He had worked together many times and were close friends. He did not care about the details, so he nodded slightly and did not ask any more questions.

Kong Wen sat for a full quarter of an hour before getting up, which made Mengqi stunned.

"Abbot sat a little longer than you did!" Zhen Hui said as if he had discovered something extraordinary.

Mengqi frowned, "I sat for a long time?"

"Much longer than Senior Chong He," Zhen Hui answered honestly.

"Was there a vision?" Mengqi asked.

Zhen Hui shook his head, indicating that he was a little disappointed.

"So it's because I took a long time to comprehend that I was noticed by the Dharmakaya …" Mengqi was relieved. He had the first move and Abbot Kong Wen had the third move, so he took a long time to comprehend?

If so, Abbot Kong Wen could be considered a blessing in disguise!

Everyone present flew into the pure land one by one to comprehend. It was not strictly according to age, but the Dharmakaya first and the others later. The Buddhists took a long time to comprehend, and the grandmasters of Jin Gang Temple who had the fifth move took even longer, second only to Kong Wen. This covered up Mengqi's abnormality.

However, there was an exception. Mr. Lu floated in the air and just watched everyone comprehend. There was no greed in his eyes, they were clear and clean. When someone asked him, he just smiled and shook his head, without giving any explanation. His attitude was very firm.

"Since we met, it must be fate. Hong Neng, Zhen Hui, you two also comprehend." Since the Withering Bodhi Tree would not fall into his hands, Mengqi generously invited his Junior Brother and Hong Neng, who had once saved his life, to comprehend.

The masters and powerhouses present were all sorting out their gains and had no time to argue with the juniors. The Bodhisattva of Lanke Temple did not say anything, which was a tacit consent. Zhen Hui had always been simple-minded and slow, so he smiled and landed in front of the Withering Bodhi Tree to comprehend.

With this incident, Mengqi had a better understanding of the Bodhisattva of Lanke Temple's attitude. It seemed that he could bring people to comprehend in the future. After all, he was the owner and Lanke Temple was only a "custodian".

The Withering Bodhi Tree swayed again, this time for almost a quarter of an hour, only slightly slower than Kong Wen's. Mengqi was a little stunned.

Although it was not surprising that his Junior Brother could comprehend the third move of The Buddha's Palm with such speed and progress in cultivating the Flower-pinching Finger, Mengqi should not have exceeded the time of a grandmaster of Jin Gang Temple!

As for himself, he was no longer a Buddhist Zen cultivator, and his heart of innocence was not as pure as his Junior Brother's, so there was no need to compare.

The Withering Bodhi Tree stopped swaying. Zhen Hui was still sitting with a smile on his face.

"What's wrong with Junior Brother?" Mengqi saw Abbot Kong Wen land beside Zhen Hui.

Kong Wen laughed and said, "He's asleep."

"Asleep, asleep …" The corner of Mengqi's mouth twitched.

Kong Wen mentioned Zhen Hui and said to Mengqi with a smile, "I'm afraid this sleep will last for a year and a half. He has comprehended too much and has attacked his Vital Spirit, causing him to fall into a deep sleep."

Won't he stop by himself? Mengqi was relieved and thought to himself. But on second thought, with this guy's style, it was normal for him not to stop by himself.

After Hong Neng finished comprehending, the Bodhisattva of Lanke Temple said calmly, "I have made a great wish that I will not see the Buddha or the Buddha. Therefore, the Withering Bodhi Tree is placed in front of the temple gate. You can come and comprehend it from time to time."

Hearing this, everyone took their leave, leaving only Kong Wen and Immortal Yunhe.

"Donor Su, I once said …" Kong Wen held Zhen Hui and looked at Mengqi, intending to fulfill his promise.

Mengqi quickly waved his hand and said, "Abbot, you don't have to say more. I only have one wish, which is that Master Xuan Bei, the Divine Monk, can enter the upper levels of the stupa to comprehend and make up for himself."

Kong Wen smiled kindly and said, "Don't you want to hear how I will repay you? It might be more precious than this matter. "

Mengqi shook his head and turned around. "No need. I'm afraid it will hurt my heart."

Thinking of all the things his Master had done for him and how he could finally repay him, Mengqi felt both physically and mentally refreshed and his Vital Spirit was lively.

"Haha!" He laughed and flew away, looking more and more carefree.

When a man is alive, he will naturally take revenge for any enmity and repay kindness with kindness!

Kong Wen looked at Mengqi's receding figure and sighed. He thought to himself, "It's rare to not be greedy at such a young age …"

…

Before Lanke Temple disappeared, there was a sudden rainstorm in mid-air, turning Fish Sea and Tan Han into a huge lake that was comparable to the entire Hahler Kingdom. Nearby, undercurrents flowed and plants grew, turning it into a huge oasis full of vitality.

Mengqi dived into the water and looked around with bright eyes. At the same time, he urged, "Immortal Yunhe, quickly use your Taoism. We can't let others get ahead of us!"

On the way back to the Immortals, he turned to the vicinity of Fish Sea. This was the battlefield of Dharmakaya. There might be some treasures left, such as the blood of Monster Kings and the limbs of Dharmakaya. These were all excellent materials for making Precious Weapons!

Although he didn't care about Dharmakaya masters, his juniors wanted them. Therefore, he couldn't be careless and delay, even if he had to ask Immortal Yunhe to help him!

I'm such a greedy person!