Tian Yuan

Until now, there is no one else in the Ninth Heaven except Chen Qingyuan.

No one disturbed him, and the spiritual energy in this place was extremely rich and abundant, the best in the world. This gave Chen Qingyuan an excellent opportunity to practice and fully satisfied the needs of his reincarnation body.

"Crash..."

The spiritual energy flows and forms a vortex.

The boundless sea of ​​fog in the Ninth Heaven was constantly changing due to Chen Qingyuan's practice. The thick fog rolled, outlining some strange pictures that flashed by.

Chen Qingyuan closed his eyes and practiced. At this moment, he had only one thought in his mind: to become stronger!

On the premise of maintaining a stable foundation, work hard to improve your cultivation.

Only when one’s cultivation has reached the ninth step of the Divine Bridge will one be qualified to touch the opportunity of attaining enlightenment.

Judging from the current speed of absorbing spiritual energy, in a few years, he will be able to break through to the late fourth step of the Divine Bridge.

Step by step, climbing towards higher places.

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Luoshenxu, a certain place.

This starry sky is covered with Buddha's light and the sound of Sanskrit is lingering. If any evil cultivator approaches, he will be reduced to ashes in an instant without even a chance to struggle.

The Buddhist disciple Daochen and the fat monk Jingyuan.

Sitting on the cushions, they looked at each other and discussed the Dao.

During these days, the Buddhist disciple has been comprehending the fat monk's Buddhist scriptures and has always remained conscious and clear-headed.

"Weird."

The fat monk thought to himself.

It has been several months, and this kid can still stick to himself without being affected in the slightest. This kind of mentality is really scary.

You should know that this is not the true meaning of ordinary Buddhist scriptures, but the result of the hard work of the Half-Step Buddha.

It was surprisingly not easy to seduce a Buddhist who had just stepped into the Divine Bridge.

"Amitabha."

After a few more days, the Buddhist disciple saw what the fat monk had revealed, clasped his hands together, lowered his brows and spoke softly.

"What is the monk's opinion?"

The fat monk did not underestimate the Buddhist disciple. He regarded him as a high-level monk of the same level and asked him questions with a respectful tone and a direct look.

"You're on the wrong path."

The Buddhist disciple slowly raised his head and looked into his eyes, his voice hoarse and his tone affirmative.

"My path... is wrong?" The fat monk was slightly startled, thinking that the Buddhist disciple did it on purpose to find a way out of the situation, and didn't pay much attention to it: "Why do you say that?"

"On your path, there are traces of the Buddha Kasyapa's footprints."

Buddhists speak frankly.

"I did receive some opportunities from Buddha Kasyapa, this is true."

The fat monk did not hide it and admitted it.

It is quite normal to learn from the experiences of our predecessors. There is nothing to cover up and it is not shameful.

"I have read the Mahayana Buddhist teachings of the Buddha, which cleansed my mind and made me suddenly enlightened." The Buddhist disciple kept his hands clasped in front of him, with a calm face, and whispered: "You have neither grasped the essence of the Mahayana Buddhist scriptures nor walked out of your own path, so you have lost your way."

Simply put, the fat monk had too big an appetite, but because his ability was a little lacking, his future was unclear and he stopped here.

Hearing these words, the fat monk seemed to be moved. The smile on the corner of his mouth froze, his eyes were dim, his thoughts were complicated, and he remained silent.

"Do you still remember your original intention?"

The Buddha continued speaking.

When the fat monk heard this question, it was like a stone hitting the calm sea of ​​his heart, splashing a few water drops and creating a barely noticeable ripple.

However, this ripple triggered a butterfly effect, with waves spreading and ripples crashing.

The sea of ​​heart is no longer peaceful.

The expression is even more moving.

Just a few words couldn't shake the fat monk's heart.

After just a few breaths, I recovered and regained my composure.

"I have never forgotten my original intention." The fat monk kept looking at the Buddhist without blinking. At this time, whoever looked away would be at a disadvantage: "Spread the Dharma and save the world."

Although the fat monk misled the people, he did not commit any cruel acts. He used this to expand the influence of Buddhism and indeed helped many lives to be freed from suffering.

"As long as you haven't forgotten."

The Buddha's eyes were as empty as the abyss and his face was as calm as water.

"Your heart seems unusual."

After a long period of observation, the fat monk noticed this aspect and narrowed his eyes, expressing his doubts.

"My worldly desires have been cut off, but I can borrow a leaf of Bodhi to protect my life."

The Buddhist disciples explained their doubts.

Only a very few people knew about this matter. The fat monk had just woken up, so naturally he had no way to find out.

"A leaf of Bodhi." Upon hearing this, the fat monk's eyes narrowed, and he suddenly realized something, muttering in a low voice: "No wonder, no wonder."

No wonder this guy's will is so firm and not shaken at all.

If you have the Bodhicitta, who would want to play with you?

Strictly speaking, this is cheating.

"Is your mortal heart broken because of a female donor?"

The fat monk thought of something and asked directly.

Legend has it that long ago, Buddha broke his vow of chastity and married a princess of the You clan, giving birth to a daughter.

“Yes.” The Buddhist had seen through this past long ago and said calmly, “I gave my mortal heart to her.”

In the past, the demons plotted, kidnapped the princess of the You tribe, lured the Buddhist disciple into the trap, and buried him.

The Buddhist disciple knew it was a dead end, but he still went on without hesitation.

Later, Chen Qingyuan learned about this, went to Tianyuan to borrow the Buddha's Hand Emperor Soldier, stepped into the heart of the demon clan, broke the deadlock, and rescued the Buddha's son and the princess of the You clan.

At that time, the princess of the You clan was dying and was about to be transformed into a demon. In order to protect her, the Buddhist transferred his Buddha's heart to her and almost died himself.

Fortunately, his life was not destined to end. The Buddhist disciple returned to Buddhism, sat under the Bodhi tree, and realized a new life.

"Acquired Bodhicitta, great fortune!"

There was a look of envy on the fat monk's face.

This is a great fortune that countless monks dream of. It requires fate and cannot be forced.

If the conditions are not right, forcing yourself to cultivate Bodhicitta will lead to a dead end.

In addition, the Buddhist disciple also read the Mahayana Buddhism of Kasyapa Buddha, and had a deep connection with Buddhism and was born extraordinary.

Until today, the fat monk has never actually seen the Buddha's Mahayana Buddhism. He only obtained a few fragmentary records in the past, which was already a great gain.

"Master, are you willing to walk with me for a while?"

At this time, the Buddhist made an invitation.

"With you? Why?"

The fat monk did not agree directly, but asked instead.

The Buddha said: "You are on the wrong path, so look back and correct your mistakes. You and I can walk together and discuss the Dharma every day and correct each other."

The fat monk said seriously, "I am not wrong."

"I would like to discuss Mahayana Buddhist scriptures with you and share my insights into life."

The Buddhist did not dwell on the issue of right or wrong, but invited everyone sincerely.

"With such a good fortune, are you willing to discuss it together?"

Hearing this, the fat monk was surprised.

Buddha: "Why not?"

The fat monk stared deeply at the Buddhist disciple, and it was impossible to tell what he was thinking.

The atmosphere was dull and everyone was thinking about something.

"Okay, I'll follow your instructions."

After a long time, the fat monk opened his mouth and spoke.

For the sake of Mahayana Buddhism and to further understand the Buddha.

"It is my honor to be able to travel with the Master."

The Buddhist disciple stood up and bowed.