Chu Li quickly regained his senses and stared at the huge Buddha statue with a frown. Then, he flashed into the air and stood in the void, right where the golden light shone and bathed in it.
He stood in the void and bathed in the golden light, ignoring the beautiful fairies around him as he stared at the Buddha statue.
At first glance, the Buddha statue looked like a statue, as if it was a dead object. It was exactly the same as the Buddha statue in the Great Mercy Temple. That Buddha statue also emitted a gentle golden light, but this Buddha statue was only a hundred times bigger.
After staring at it for a while, he suddenly realized that this Buddha statue seemed to be a living thing, especially its compassionate eyes. It seemed to see through all the joys and sorrows of the world, as well as gratitude and resentment, as if it could see through everything in the secular world.
Chu Li suddenly had a realization through its eyes. The world was like fire, and one should cut it off when necessary. One should not provoke the fire.
All kinds of Buddhist teachings from the past appeared in his mind. He sat with his legs crossed in the void, put his palms together, and closed his eyes. He ignored the beautiful and seductive fairies around him and murmured the Buddhist scriptures softly.
The golden light shrouded him like ripples of water, and the huge Buddha statue's eyes flashed in Chu Li's mind. With the help of this pair of eyes, he understood everything in the world and saw through the wonders of the world.
His mind became clearer and calmer, and he gradually fell into a state of awareness and imperceptibility. He was unaware of the flow of time and the changes in space and time. Everything in front of him became indifferent and alienated. His mind became one with heaven and earth, and he looked down at the blooming and withering of flowers.
After an unknown period of time, he slowly regained his senses and felt that he was no longer his original self. He was brand new as if he had become a different person.
When he opened his eyes, the Void was still the Void. He quietly sat cross-legged in the Void, but he did not use any energy. It was as if his body had completely merged with the Void, and there was no distinction between them. He did not need to circulate his energy to stabilize his body.
The huge Buddha statue and the seductive fairies had disappeared. His surroundings were empty, and he could not even see the Spirit Mountain. He was like a lonely boat in the deep sea with nothing to rely on.
However, he was calm and did not panic.
He thought about it carefully and realized that he was just sitting in the void and did not move. Could it be that the Spirit Mountain left by itself? The huge Buddha statue and fairies were faintly visible, so it was not surprising that they disappeared.
With a thought, Zhang Xuan appeared at the peak of the Spirited Mountain.
Only then could he confirm that it was not the Spirited Mountain that had moved, but he had unknowingly drifted closer to the Buddha statue and the golden light.
Surrounded by a vast expanse of whiteness, the Spirited Mountain under their feet was still the same as before, but the leaves had turned yellow, as if it was winter. Although there were still evergreen trees, there was a sense of desolation.
He stared at the withered trees, and a scene suddenly appeared in his mind. These trees turned green again. Some bore fruit, some did not bear fruit after blooming, some withered and died, and some were destroyed by lightning.
Each of the hundred or so trees he had seen had their own changes and different destinies. This made Chu Li suddenly sigh with emotion. Heaven and Earth were merciless, and fate was unpredictable. Everything was insignificant under the might of heaven and earth and fate.
He lowered his head to look at where the mountain peak was. In his mind, the changes to the mountain peak were reflected. The originally smooth surface became rough, and then a majestic man appeared here. In the end, he became absent-minded and died here, enchanted by the goddess.
Chu Li raised his eyebrows.
He was puzzled by the scene he saw in his mind.
The Spirited Mountain was the sacred place of the Great Mercy Temple. Every time it was opened, a great price had to be paid. If it was not for his great contribution, he would not have the opportunity to come to the Spirited Mountain. The majestic man in his mind was not a monk.
The Great Mercy Temple would not send an outsider into the Spirited Mountain.
Could it be that these were all his hallucinations?
He squatted down and gently touched his feet. It was smooth, flat, tough, and warm. It was a jasper that had been polished for thousands of years, emitting a warm luster as if there was a clear spring flowing in it.
Would it become so rough in the future? As if it had not been polished? It was really the vicissitudes of life, and the changes in the world were unimaginable.
He thought for a while and looked up at the void, but he found nothing.
There was no change in this void. His mind was blank, as if the void had always been between heaven and earth.
He suppressed the rising and falling distracting thoughts and began to slowly practice the Dragon Elephant Prajna Technique.
The surrounding was filled with a strange aura. With the help of this strange aura, the cultivation of the Dragon Elephant Prajna Technique became smooth and natural. It was as if everything was going smoothly. After cultivating several times, he directly reached the fifth level.
At this rate, the twelfth level was within reach. Chu Li was overjoyed.
He could not afford to rest. Who knew when he would have to leave the Spirited Mountain? Seizing the time to cultivate was the most important thing. As he cultivated without rest, the Dragon Elephant Prajna Technique advanced by leaps and bounds.
He cultivated to the eighth level in one go. Only then did he feel resistance. When he wanted to go further, his vision suddenly swayed. The ground began to tremble, and the Spirited Mountain began to shake.
His expression changed slightly. He knew that the time to leave had come.
He looked up at the vast void. He was disappointed that he could not see the Buddha statue anymore. Unfortunately, he could not force it. He faintly felt that he might only have one chance to enter the Spirited Mountain.
The trembling became more intense as if he was riding on a fierce horse.
With a loud "boom", the scene in front of him suddenly changed. Then, he found himself sitting on a cattail hassock in a run-down temple. The surroundings were empty except for a Buddha statue that was glaring at him.
He glanced around and faintly felt a sense of familiarity. Then, he remembered that he had sat here when he first entered the Spirited Mountain.
Could it be that the Spirited Mountain was just a dream and he had been sitting here all along?
He looked at the glaring Buddha statue in front of him and shook his head. It was different from the Buddha statue that appeared in the void of the Spirited Mountain.
"Amitabha Buddha!" A Buddhist chant floated into his ears. He looked at the frail old monk who was striding in.
The old monk looked like he had one foot in the grave, but the aura around him was one. It was as if he was one with the run-down temple. The fact that the Divine Ear Connection could detect his approach first showed how mysterious this old monk was.
Chu Li put his palms together and bowed solemnly.
"Do you have any questions?" The old monk asked gently.
Chu Li nodded without hesitation. "I want to know about someone."
He had been brooding over the scene that appeared in his mind, especially the majestic man who appeared on the Spirited Mountain. It was like a fishbone stuck in his throat.
"Speak," the old monk said.
Chu Li said, "I need a brush and ink."
"Go." The old monk pointed at the table beside him.
Although the table was old, the brush, ink, paper, and inkstone placed on it were neat. Chu Li took the brush and drew a portrait. He showed it to the old monk. "Senior, do you know who this is?"
The old monk stared at the portrait for a while and looked up at him. "Did you see this person on the Spirited Mountain?"
Chu Li asked, "Senior, do you recognize him?"
"Others may not, but I do." The old monk nodded slowly. "This is how the founder of the Great Mercy Temple looked like before he became a monk. It's just that for millions of years, almost no one knows about it."
Chu Li was surprised.
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