Tian Yuan

In the ninth heaven, the sea of ​​fog would roll from time to time.

Somewhere high in the sky, an ancient formation rose into the air.

Chen Qingyuan, who was at the core of the formation, was immersed in enlightenment and practice.

The vast spiritual energy condensed into rivers, rushing over from all directions, and finally poured into the Evil Eye Diagram without even a splash.

Concentrate on cultivation and don't worry about worldly affairs.

If someone approaches, the formation will fluctuate, and Chen Qingyuan will be able to know it at the first moment, ensuring his own safety and preventing him from being attacked by others.

Time slips away from your fingers drop by drop, silently.

Ten years passed in a blink of an eye. Chen Qingyuan absorbed a large amount of spiritual energy and finally improved his cultivation to a small level.

The fourth step of the Divine Bridge, the middle stage.

With such a huge amount of spiritual energy, if it were a cultivator of the same realm, his body would have been torn many times. Only Chen Qingyuan, the outlier, barely reached the limit of the small realm, broke through the mysterious light, and took a small step up.

It took several days to stabilize my state of mind, then I closed my eyes and continued meditating.

......

The outside world, the ruins of the fallen gods.

Over the years, Buddhists have not stopped for a single day, saving lives every day, pulling countless lives out of the abyss of despair, giving them the motivation to live, and they are extremely grateful.

A Buddhist is like a machine with unlimited power. He never feels tired. After finishing one thing, he will go on to do another.

On this day, his way forward was blocked and he had to stop.

Who dares to block the way of Buddha?

A monk.

To be precise, he is a fat monk with a kind face.

That’s right, it was the ancient monk who fought with Chen Qingyuan ten years ago, a half-step Buddha from the ancient times.

After a long period of healing, he is now fine.

There are two reasons why I have temporarily left the realm of enlightenment.

One was the fear of running into Chen Qingyuan and bringing about a fatal disaster. Although the road to enlightenment was like an independent universe, it was very vast, but once a person was unlucky, he would run into his enemies no matter how big the place was.

To be on the safe side, I'll slip away first.

Second, after waking up, before he had time to fully understand this era, he was controlled by the invisible guidance deep in his heart, and stepped directly into the realm of enlightenment, searched for Chen Qingyuan's whereabouts, and became enemies with him.

After spending some time, I had a general understanding of the current situation, and I also learned that a Buddhist disciple with extraordinary talent was born in Buddhism, so I decided to find him and see him in person.

"Amitabha."

The Buddhist observed the fat monk. It was their first meeting and he felt very unfamiliar with him, so he bowed politely.

"Amitabha."

The fat monk smiled, put his hands together and returned the greeting.

The two looked at each other and sized each other up.

"I am Daochen, a poor monk from Tianxu Temple in the East."

Buddhist disciples tell their origins to show respect.

Tianxu Temple, the most powerful temple in Buddhism, is also a holy place in the hearts of countless monks. Old monks, Buddhist disciples, and many eminent monks and Zen masters have settled in this temple.

"I am a poor monk living in a remote place without a home. I am now an ascetic monk."

The fat monk kept staring at the Buddhist disciple. The more he looked, the more satisfied he became, and he spoke softly.

After observing for a few seconds, the Buddhist found that he could not tell the other person's depth. Although his face was expressionless, there was a ripple in his heart and he was very alert.

"The master is traveling here to save people from suffering, or to find an ancient temple to settle down."

Buddha asked.

"The world is a sea of ​​suffering, and we are all suffering people." The fat monk replied: "I came here to discuss the Dharma with the monk and seek guidance."

"I don't have that ability."

A Buddhist disciple can conclude that the person in front of him is extraordinary, and that he is superior to himself in both strength and Buddhist teachings.

"Please enlighten me."

The fat monk had finally found the Buddha, so how could he return empty-handed?

As the fat monk finished his words, the entire area was shrouded in Buddha's light.

"please."

Seeing this, the Buddhist knew that he could not just leave like that and he had to meet the other party's requirements.

Feeling such a powerful Buddha's might is even more terrifying than that of one's own master.

The old monk in Buddhism is still far from reaching the realm of the Half-Buddha Demon Monk. There is a world of difference between the two.

Then, two cushions appeared in the void.

The fat monk and the Buddhist disciple sat down at the same time, facing each other and not far apart.

As they began to discuss the Dhamma, waves of Sanskrit words began to ripple around them, with occasional images of Buddha appearing, as well as visions of ancient temples with green lamps.

“What do you think is Buddhism?”

The fat monk asked.

"The crystallization of Buddha's wisdom is beneficial to the practice of Dharma."

The Buddhist pondered.

"Is the method you are practicing right or wrong?"

The fat monk asked again.

"The path I walk, my mind is clear, for me, it is right."

Right or wrong, that depends on the situation. No matter what others say, Buddhists are determined to follow their own path and will not be disturbed by external forces.

"I agree with your point of view." The fat monk nodded gently: "Don't pay attention to what people say. Stick to yourself, that's the truth."

"If they are evil, they must be wrong and need to be converted."

The Buddhist added another sentence.

"In your eyes, what is evil? Someone who doesn't agree with your ideals?"

The fat monk asked.

"The so-called evil spirits use the suffering of others as the source of their practice, killing innocent people indiscriminately and causing chaos to the people."

The Buddhist expressed his own views.

"According to your opinion, the vast majority of people in the world are evil. Whether they are cultivators or the dignitaries of the mortal dynasties, how many of them don't have blood on their hands?"

It’s just that most people are not so blatant and will only do some superficial work, so they are not labeled as evil.

Many demonic and evil cultivators don't have so many twists and turns and directly expose their dark sides, so they become the target of public criticism.

"It depends on one's own subjective judgment, which cannot be explained in a few words."

Buddhists do not want to delve into this issue.

"Please judge... Is my path an evil one?"

The fat monk paused, and suddenly his eyes turned blood red. An aura of both good and evil emanated from his body, and a very unique Buddhist law of power rippled around him.

"Woo——"

My ears were filled with the sounds of ghosts wailing and wolves howling, mixed with some clear Buddhist chants.

The Buddhist looked at the fat monk in front of him, and a strange look flashed across his face.

However, the Buddhist disciple quickly regained his composure.

The conversation just now was just an introduction. Now is the real discussion of the Dharma.

The fat monk wanted to use this discussion to deceive Buddhists and make them follow the same path.

"Master, please."

Seeing that the Buddhist disciple remained silent, the fat monk urged him.

Calming his mind, the Buddhist closed his eyes, looked into the man's eyes, remained calm, and slowly said, "Please teach me."

Hearing this, the fat monk smiled with relief.

If a Buddhist wants to give an evaluation of the fat monk's path to Buddhism, he must have a deep understanding of it. In this process, it is very easy to be deceived.

I don’t know how long this discussion will take to end, and I don’t know whether Buddhists can withstand the pressure.