"You...you don't worship Buddha?" Song Renjia looked at the old monk.

This old monk was wearing a coarse cloth monk's robe with a few patches. Although the music was simple, it was very clean. The short hair on his head slightly covered the untidy ring scar.

He really doesn't look like a monk in a regular temple. Coupled with his relaxing smile, he gives people a very leisurely feeling.

"I don't worship Buddha." The old monk smiled, nodded, and repeated.

"Don't you believe in Buddhism?" Song Renjia asked.

"Believe it."

"Then why don't you worship Buddha?" Song Renjia asked doubtfully.

"If you don't ask for anything from the Buddha, there is no need to kneel down and worship." The old monk said with a smile.

Song Renjia scratched his head.

"Ordinary people who pray to the Buddha by prostrating three times and nine times are seeking from the Buddha rather than believing in the Buddha." The old monk said: "But the real Buddha must be sought from within one's own heart."

"Master, you have great wisdom, but I don't understand it very well," Song Renjia said.

"Everyone who worships Buddha may pray for wealth, children, blessings, or avoid disasters. These are all requests from Buddha. Regardless of whether you believe in Buddha or not, and whether you understand Buddhist principles or not, you can kowtow before Buddha."

"Monks who believe in the Buddha may seek peace in this world, pray for the next life, yearn for immortality, or wish to go to the ultimate bliss. They also have requests from the Buddha. They need to kneel before the Buddha, chant sutras and pray."

"Don't Master want these?" Song Renjia asked.

The old monk smiled and shook his head, "Buddha is not a specific person, nor is it a god. Buddha is enlightenment and experience, which must be sought in the heart."

"If you are enlightened, you will be a Buddha."

"Master, are you enlightened? Have you become a Buddha?" Song Renjia asked.

"Why bother clinging to Buddha? I have been enlightening, and with this process, I will be satisfied." said the old monk.

"Don't ask for results?"

"Don't ask for results."

Song Renjia scratched his head, he could not understand the state of the old monk.

"Can the donor trust the Buddha?" the old monk asked.

"Uh... I don't believe it." Song Renjia hesitated for a moment and shook his head.

In this world where gods, ghosts and ghosts exist, Buddha naturally also exists, and there is no need to prove it.

But the existence of Buddha could not change Song Renjia's belief.

"Then you don't need to worship Buddha." The old monk said, "If you don't believe in Buddha and worship Buddha, you will deceive your own heart."

"My heart has been deceived..." Song Renjia was silent for a moment, "Then who should I worship so that my heart will not be deceived?"

"If your heart has nowhere to rest, just worship yourself." The old monk said, "The sea of ​​suffering has no boundaries and no shore. Then you yourself will become a towering mountain, standing firm in the turbulent waves."

"Worship yourself..." Song Renjia's face became solemn. He thought about it for a moment, then stood up and bowed to the old monk.

"Thank you, Master, for clarifying my doubts."

"This is the truth you have realized on your own." The old monk said, "I think this is what you always planned to do, right?"

Song Renjia scratched his head and did not refute.

"Master, actually I am a monk and I want to stay with you for a few days." Song Renjia said.

"Yes, but you have to chop wood by yourself, carry water by yourself, and cook by yourself." The old monk said. He did not seem to be surprised by the identity of Song Renjia.

"No problem." Song Renjia nodded.

Song Renjia stayed here for a few days, cooking by himself. When he had free time, he would meditate in the yard.

This pure power of faith is not much, but it is of great benefit to Song Renjia, and it becomes the last help for him to condense his soul.

Within his great golden elixir, a soul less than the size of a thumb was formed.

Rumble——!

The sky was covered with dark clouds and thunder roared. Song Renjia stood in the courtyard of the temple and looked up at the sky.

"Donor, if there is a thunderstorm, please go inside." The old monk said to Song Renjia.

"Master, please come into the room, remember to stay in the room and don't come out." Song Renjia did not look back, but continued to look up at the sky.

This was the thunder catastrophe he had caused. It was the thunder catastrophe of the soul. He had already sensed it in his heart.

Silver snakes shuttled through the dark clouds, full of oppression.

Song Renjia frowned, his pupils shrank, and a golden light emerged from the center of his eyebrows and shot straight into the sky.

His soul actually flew out of his physical body and went straight into the thundercloud.

And inside the thunder cloud, it seems to be a world of thunder sea where gods and Buddhas exist.

The figures of Buddha Tathagata, Taoist ancestors, and even the Jade Emperor were all high in the sea of ​​thunder and lightning.

Endless pressure came from the sky, and the gods and Buddhas all over the sky were oppressing Song Renjia's weak soul.

Thunder raged, and Song Renjia's soul was under tremendous pressure and almost collapsed.

"Kneel down!"

"Kneel down!"

"Surrender——!"

"Surrender——!"

Vast thoughts continued to reach Song Renjia's mind, trying to make him bend his knees.

"You can't suppress me, I want to be my own god!" Song Renjia roared, his body glowing with golden light.

Endless golden flames gush out from the Song Dynasty's Jia Yuanshen, surrounded by silver moonlight, and resist the endless thunder three feet away.

Dots of black runes are engraved on the surface of Song Renjia's soul, and black vortexes form around Song Renjia, absorbing the power of these gods and Buddhas.

Song Renjia's body is growing up rapidly!

"Amitabha!"

"Infinite—Tianzun!"

"Haotian...infinite!"

"Kill-kill-kill-"

The faces of all the gods and Buddhas in the sky changed. The Buddha showed the illusion of mercy and invited Song Renjia to join him. Taozu had a fake smile on his face and wanted to take Song Renjia's hand.

The Jade Emperor, the Great Heavenly Lord of the Three Realms, transformed into a man ten feet tall and looked down at Song Renjia.

There is also a blood-red phantom with a ferocious face, shouting at Song Renjia to fight and kill...

…

The sky full of gods and Buddhas showed different attitudes toward Song Renjia.

Some win over him in good faith, some approach him hypocritically, some still want to conquer him, and some regard Song Renjia as his enemy.

But regardless of that attitude, Song Renjia has risen to a level parallel to theirs, becoming as tall as them.

Sit on equal footing!

The soul of Song Renjia has become stronger and stronger, and has reached the point where it is equal to those gods and Buddhas. This is not an equality of power, but a confrontation of beliefs and an equality of levels.

However, Song Renjia's eyes did not stay on these gods and Buddhas. He still raised his head and looked above.

Above, there are still thunderclouds.

Above the thunder clouds, two figures sat opposite each other.

Who could be above the saints? Above the Jade Emperor?

Song Renjia raised his head and wanted to continue to rise. However, under the pressure of irresistible force, Song Renjia could not move forward at all.

"I must go up and take a look!" Song Renjia gritted his teeth, and the golden flames and silvery moonlight all entered Song Renjia's body. The black symbols opened up and turned into strange and ferocious lines, all over the body of the gifted person.

Using all his strength to strengthen his body, Song Renjia struggled upward with all his strength!

"Open it——!"

Song Renjia roared angrily, trying to break through that barrier!

He used too much force and made a desperate move. However, the barrier was so strong that even if Song Renjia concentrated all his strength, he still could not break through it.

There were cracks in his soul body.

"Break it open for me!"

Song Renjia roared, and the golden flames merged with the silver moonlight to form pure blue lines, which intertwined with the black lines on Song Renjia's body, giving it a unique sense of beauty.

Click-click-!

Song Renjia seemed to hear the sound of the wall cracking, but his soul was still blocked.

"It's not enough, ahhhh-!"
To be continued...