These letters were his stepping stone, paving the way for him. Otherwise, as a foreign monk, not many people would listen if he preached rashly. Otherwise, even if he showed his divine powers everywhere he went, he would be scolded as a demonic monk.
Buddhism emphasized compassion, but when it came to the battle of the Lineage of Dharma, it was extremely tragic. It was a matter of life and death, and no mercy was allowed. This was related to merit and beliefs, which were more important than life.
He only preached the Diamond Scripture to prevent such a situation. The Diamond Scripture was an important scripture of Buddhism, and almost all sects practiced it. When he preached this scripture, it would not touch on sensitive areas, and it would not involve the conflict between sects.
In this era where martial arts were not used, it was not that there were no conflicts, especially within the Buddhist sects, where the battle of the Lineage of Dharma was even harsher.
"Master Dingru must be tired preaching. Have a good rest. I will go back and write." Monk Xu Ye pressed his palms together and left the temple.
Chu Li sent him off. After returning to the small courtyard, he began to study spiritual energy.
The surrounding spiritual energy was lively, rich, and pure. Unfortunately, it could not be converted into inner energy, and he could only watch. However, the spiritual energy did nourish his body. He could feel it, and his body became lighter.
In particular, his body was a soul lotus body, and after so many transformations of divine power, it was more sensitive and agile. It was as if he wanted to become one with the surrounding spiritual energy, dancing with it.
His spirit was strong, and he was invincible in the world, but he still could not drive the spiritual energy. It was like fog hitting a stone.
With a thought, he already knew his situation below. He had already returned to the Demon Subduing Hall with the two women, and then began to travel the world, killing a few bandits along the way to accumulate merit.
He suddenly felt something and smiled.
As he killed a few bandits, his merit increased again. More importantly, the merit accumulated in the next world could be transferred to this world, and his merit in this world also increased.
The round light behind his head became brighter and fuller, and he was overjoyed.
If he was said to be in despair before because he could not ascend, now he had a glimmer of hope. The merit accumulated in the two worlds, coupled with the fact that it was easier to obtain merit in the next world, greatly increased his hope.
The next morning, he woke up early and read a book of Buddhist scriptures, trying to understand the differences between the Buddhist scriptures of the two worlds.
The Buddhist scriptures of both worlds were the same. He even realized that the Buddhist scriptures of the few worlds had not changed. It was just that the people who read the scriptures had different thoughts. Everyone saw the same Buddhist scripture differently.
The sound of footsteps came from outside. A young novice monk stood outside the courtyard and said in a low voice, "Master Dingru, Martial Uncle Xu Ye invites you."
Chu Li nodded. He stood up, put down the Buddhist scriptures, and went to a basilica beside the Mahavira Hall.
The monks of the Temple of Gratitude were having their morning classes in the Hall of Great Strength. The sound of Sanskrit lingered in their ears, solemn and dignified, and fragrant.
The great hall next to the Hall of Great Strength was the Sangharama Hall. Inside sat two old monks, one was Monk Xu Ye, the other was an old monk who gave off an imposing aura without being angry. His eyes were bright, his thick eyebrows raised, and he exuded a baleful aura.
When Chu Li entered the hall, Monk Xu Ye stood up and pressed his palms together. "Great Master Ding Ru, this is Great Master Ji Shen from Lingyin Temple."
Chu Li pressed his palms together.
Monk Ji Shen stood up and said slowly, "I came because of your reputation!"
Chu Li smiled. "My meager reputation is not worth mentioning, but Great Master Ji Shen is well-known!"
Monk Ji Shen's eyes were as sharp as lightning. He stared at him as if he wanted to see through everything about him. He said in a low voice, "Where did you come from, Great Master?"
"Where I came from." Chu Li smiled.
"Where are you going?" Monk Ji Shen asked.
Chu Li smiled. "To the West."
"Amitabha!" Monk Ji Shen said in a low voice, "It seems that Great Master doesn't have a master."
Chu Li nodded. "My master has been cultivating deep in the mountains all his life. He felt that it was not the right way to cultivate after leaving the world. He suffered a lot, so he asked me to come to the secular world to train my heart."
"Excellent, excellent!" Monk Ji Shen nodded slowly. "Only by training one's heart in the secular world can one be truly like this. Your master is indeed insightful. Great Master has remarkable abilities, but I would like to learn a thing or two from you."
Chu Li smiled and reached out to put his hand on Monk Ji Shen's shoulder. "I was just about to worship Lingyin Temple!"
As he said this, he put his other hand on Monk Xu Ye.
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