When Minghui woke up from her epiphany the next day, she found Li Xiuyuan. The junior master of Prajna Temple ten years ago had already cleaned half of the mountain gate and square in front of the main hall.

It seems that since he left Prajna Temple that year, he has not cleaned up his state of mind like cleaning leaves.

Today, in the autumn wind, I was cleaning the fallen leaves on the main hall, and then I discovered what the old monk said.

I am picking up the fallen leaves in the Sutra Library and cleaning my mind.

Fallen leaves on the ground are easy to pick up, but what’s in your heart?

Over the years, I have been kicked out of the small world of Mount Sumeru by the old Taoist priest. Although I have witnessed the miracles of the heavens, I still feel that my mood is still prone to ups and downs from time to time.

I returned to Prajna Temple and picked up the broom again. Looking at the countless fallen leaves in the square, I had a feeling that reappeared yesterday.

Ming Hui, who was standing in the main hall, sighed softly. He didn't understand that people who had ascended could come back here again.

What I don’t understand even more is, where did this guy’s Buddhist mentality go?

Li Xiuyuan, who returned to Prajna Temple, was a real mortal in his eyes.

No, he was more ordinary than a mortal, because at this time, the young man no longer had the sharp edge he had before, not even a trace of murderous aura.

For this reason, even Minghui, who was in the realm of nine calamities, was deeply confused.

It wasn't until Li Xiuyuan finished sweeping the fallen leaves in the square, and until the two of them had eaten their fast meal, that Li Xiuyuan washed up and went to Minghui's Buddhist altar to sit down.

Minghui still had the illusion of being in the clouds.

"Senior brother, how do you feel after you have been enlightened all night?" Li Xiuyuan lit the small stove on the table, looked at Minghui and said with a smile.

Minghui sighed and said leisurely: "The long journey of tomorrow and the earth, I realize the insignificance of all living beings, I feel the impermanence of life, and sigh the difficulty of practice."

After sighing, Minghui quietly looked at Li Xiuyuan in front of her and said, "I would like to hear the Tao."

Li Xiuyuan was startled, looked at him and sighed: "I haven't attained enlightenment yet? How can I tell my senior brother?"

Ming Hui shook her head and said seriously: "But it doesn't matter."

Seeing that he could not escape, Li Xiuyuan had no choice but to look at the Buddha and the Bodhisattva and said, "In this case, I will share my experience with my senior brother."

Therefore, Minghui, who has lived in Prajna Temple for a long time, heard the most shocking topic since his cultivation.

The Buddha once passed down forty-eight thousand Dharma doors. Practicing any one Dharma door can make a person's merits perfect.

There are three thousand avenues in Taoism. There are three thousand Taoist teachings, and there are countless ways. As long as you practice hard, you will one day realize the Tao. You will realize the Tao with your strength, with the Dharma, with the merits, with the tools, with the killing...

There is a Tao everywhere in the world, but there is no Tao everywhere in the world. The Tao exists forever, but the first thing is the human heart...

Another saying is that the forty-eight thousand Dharma doors of Buddhism are not Dharma doors, but teachings.

Dharma doors are different from enlightenment. Dharma doors can make people mistakenly think that they are methods of practice. Teachings are different. Dharma teachings are prompts and guidance. They may be a conversation or a small allusion from a long time ago.

Why can the Five Realms only be able to cultivate to the realm of transcending tribulation? That’s because the Five Realms’ Heavenly Dao is lacking and the Great Dao is incomplete... If senior brother gives up his ascension and vows to enter the Tao here...

Perhaps one day, the five realms will have their own saints, who will make up for the deficiencies in the way of heaven, allowing more monks to practice here to a higher realm.

The so-called ascension is just to go to another world where the way of heaven is slightly more complete. Although there will be more cultivation resources there, the rules will be more complete than those in the five realms...

However, the competition is also more cruel and ruthless.

At least, in the world I have been to, there is no place that is perfect.

My master said that the way of heaven is lacking, but in fact it means that the way is incomplete. There has never been a saint who can possess all the ways in one body.

I can't, and neither can my senior brother.

However, if senior brother can enter the Tao in the Five Realms and become the first saint since the founding of the Five Realms, there is hope that the missing piece of the Tao of Heaven here can be filled in.

In this way, more monks can break through to higher realms.

To put it bluntly, with the nine realms of transcending tribulations in the five realms, I went to the nine heavens, but it was only the realm of transformation into gods... Even a body of true energy had to be refined again.

The aura of a saint is different. A saint understands the power of heaven and earth and coexists with heaven and earth...

Li Xiuyuan explained his understanding to Minghui, starting from half past noon to Youshi.

It wasn't until Minghui held the lamp in the Buddhist hall that she suddenly understood some truth.

Thinking of this, Minghui couldn't help but ask: "Junior brother has a Buddhist training, why did he lose all his cultivation and become a mortal?"

Li Xiuyuan was happy when he heard this. He picked up the herbal tea in front of him and took a sip.

Then he said: "What are heavenly beings? What are mortal beings? When I was a child, my husband once said that heavenly and earthly beings are people. Do you understand, senior brother, what heavenly beings are?"

When Minghui heard this, he couldn't help but be confused: "What are the people of heaven and earth?"

Li Xiuyuan was stunned, pointed to the sky outside the Buddhist hall and said, "Isn't that the sky?"

Ming Hui nodded thoughtfully.

Li Xiuyuan smiled and continued: "Children between one and five years old can sense the true meaning of heaven, but cannot use it for their own use. They are heavenly beings."

"From the age of five to twelve, those who can see supernatural phenomena that ordinary people cannot see are for the purpose of winning people."

"After the age of twelve, you can no longer see anything. There is also a saying that you have closed your eyes of heaven and earth and become a mortal."

"This is the heaven, earth, and people under the great road!"

"When you reach the realm like Senior Brother, even if you are not born as a Saha...as long as you stand there, you are a Buddha statue! Do you think the mortals in the world may not be afraid of you?"

At this point, Li Xiuyuan let out a long sigh and said, "Senior brother, even if you are not angry, you are still an unsheathed sword. People have to guard against you and respect you."

Upon hearing this, Minghui couldn't help but lower his head and think deeply. None of his senior brothers or masters could enlighten him on the truths Li Xiuyuan said.

Like walking in the dark night, he finally saw a bright light in the boy.

Let me ask you a question about a man of Nine Tribulations. Even though he has restrained his aura to the extreme, he still has an aura that cannot be underestimated while sitting there.

No matter whether it is a mortal or a monk in the world, how can they take it lightly when they see such a person?

"Is it possible that junior brother has returned to his true nature and hid all his realms? Even I can't see clearly your cultivation, just like when you cultivated the formless body?"

Minghui was once again confused, looked at Li Xiuyuan and asked blankly.

Li Xiuyuan shook his head and said quietly: "My cultivation is the realm in your eyes, senior brother... Let me tell you another story to let senior brother know."

One day, Su Xian went to chat with the monk. Su Xian said to the monk: "I have recently learned a lot of Buddhist teachings. Master, what do you think of my sitting posture now?"

The monk was stunned for a moment, then looked closely and praised: "Yes, the donor looks like a Buddha."

Su Xian was very impressed by what he heard and clapped his hands and said hello.

The monk then asked: "So, what is Shi's subjective sitting posture?"

Su Xian was stunned. He liked to steal the limelight and taunted the monk and said, "I see that the master's sitting posture is not good today. He looks like a piece of shit."

The monk was not angry after hearing this, but burst out laughing.

Su Xian went home and happily told her sister that she had defeated the monk today and the monk had become a piece of shit.

When his sister heard this, she frowned and said, "Brother, you were careless today and lost to the monk again."

Su Xian was puzzled when he heard this and looked at his sister in a daze.

His sister sighed and said quietly: "The monk has Buddha in his heart, so he sees everyone as Buddha. My brother has shit in his heart, so he sees everyone as shit."

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Minghui was very puzzled when she heard this and asked: "Doesn't this make us have compassion and wisdom?"

Li Xiuyuan nodded and said with a smile: "Buddha said that he is neither me nor wrong, and I am neither left nor right... The truth is correct, but this is only one, but what I want to say is the second."

This time, it was Minghui's turn to be confused, and he said in a daze: "Mishi Shidu, my junior brother can be my teacher."

Li Xiuyuan nodded, looked at him and said with a smile: "What I want to say is, senior brother, you might as well turn yourself into a piece of shit instead of a Buddha on the altar."

Ming Hui shook her head, expressing confusion.

Li Xiuyuan sighed again and said, "Senior brother, have you ever managed not to be surprised or scared? Have you ever asked the believers who come to the temple to offer incense to be neither scared nor scared of you?"

"The senior brother I met on the way to Fangcun Mountain still had an ordinary spirit, but in the blink of an eye, more than ten years later, those auras have completely disappeared."

In Li Xiuyuan's view, from the day Minghui put down the broom, he was no longer the old monk who bent down to sweep the floor.

Having said this, Li Xiuyuan got up and went to the Buddhist altar to get an iron bowl, poured half a bowl of water into it, and then placed it in front of Ming Hui.

He said quietly: "Senior brother, look, what did you see in this bowl of water?"

Minghui was stunned for a moment and said in a daze: "Buddhism sees a bowl of water containing eighty-four thousand insects... Junior brother, are you reminding me that drinking water is also killing animals? Do you want me to have compassion?"

Unexpectedly, Li Xiuyuan shook his head and said softly: "No, senior brother, look again and look more carefully."

Minghui's head felt like a thunderbolt. The scene in front of her was very similar to the scene when the boy fell into the Three Life Stone, but today's boy no longer had the Three Life Stone in his hand.

After looking at it again and again, it took a while before I suddenly realized: "Isn't it my reflection in the water... Also, where did my white hair go?"

It was only then that Minghui, who was looking down at a bowl of clear water, understood why the monks looked at her so strangely today.

"Why is this?" Minghui raised her head, looked at Li Xiuyuan and said blankly.

Li Xiuyuan did not answer immediately, but said softly: "Senior brother drank the spiritual tea planted by the saint's relatives, and I added some spiritual medicine in it. It would be strange if you are not dozens of years younger."

Shenquan cannot rejuvenate Minghui, but it can give him new vitality, so that when he one day understands the way of heaven and earth, he will not encounter too many obstacles.

This is also the reason why Li Xiuyuan dared to drink the spiritual tea brewed from the sacred spring to his two senior brothers.
To be continued...