Chapter 722 Promise to leave the mountain and arrive at Buddhism
"This is not the first time you have raised this matter." Granny Mai looked indifferent and didn't care much: "As I said, we will never leave you in this life."
"Master Wife, I wanted you to go out for a walk before to change your mood. Now I ask you to go out to ensure that something goes smoothly and no accidents occur. To be precise, it is to protect a person."
Yan Ximeng pleaded.
"say clearly."
Granny Mai did not agree for the time being and said coldly.
"It's about Qingzong..."
Immediately afterwards, Yan Ximeng told the story of Qingzong in detail.
Half an hour later, Granny Mai lowered her eyebrows and said, "I promised your master that I would do my best to protect the academy. I don't want to get involved in other matters."
The implication is that I don't want to go out.
"Master Wife, the troubled times have arrived. If Daoyi Academy does not want to be wiped out by the tide of the world, it must swim against the current. The future of Qingzong is the future of Daoyi Academy."
Yan Ximeng's words are precise.
If he hadn't been injured, he would have easily been beaten by a group of people when he went to Dizhou, so there was no need for Yan Ximeng to plead with Granny Mai.
"Isn't this child Chen Qingyuan very different?"
Granny Mai once had a relationship with Chen Qingyuan in the cemetery. She occasionally heard some rumors about him, but didn't take them very seriously.
"In my opinion, he is the brightest star in the world. Because of him, the troubled times will end and usher in an unprecedented prosperous age."
Yan Ximeng expressed her innermost thoughts.
"Since ancient times, there have been so many monsters and many have died young. How can you be sure that they will rise?"
Although talent is high, it is valuable only when it grows up.
"He is inextricably linked to ancient taboos."
Some words that cannot be spoken directly may easily lead to divine punishment. Yan Ximeng thought about it for a long time and said meaningfully.
Hearing this, Granny Mai's eyelids trembled slightly, like the eyes of the abyss flickering, and the emotional fluctuations on her face were very obvious.
An ancient taboo, this is no small matter.
Even though Grandma Mai has not been in the world for many years, she has heard about it and is more concerned about it.
In particular, the fragments of scenes of ancient battles that appeared in the ancient world of Dizhou shocked the world. There are still many old people who are exploring the ruins and want to understand the ancient history.
"Master Wife, you should understand my temperament. If it is not an emergency, I will definitely not ask you to come forward."
Yan Ximeng begged again.
"time and location."
After pondering for a long time, Granny Mai finally agreed for the sake of Yan Ximeng's pleading and for the sake of the inheritance of Daoyi Academy.
When she entered the world, she didn't care how tense the situation was, let alone how many enemies might appear.
If you don't win, this life will be over.
Anyway, he won't live long.
In a few more decades, Granny Mai will be thirty thousand years old.
The end is approaching and this life will come to an end.
Unless you take the most precious life-extending medicine in the world, you won't be able to get through it.
Granny Mai lost her desire to live a long time ago. If she hadn't been unwilling to break the agreement with the old dean and stick to Daoyi Academy, how could she have survived until now.
"Thank you, Master."
Yan Ximeng was overjoyed and bowed again.
Immediately, he told Granny Mai the specific coordinates of the old land and calculated the appropriate time.
Granny Mai is an existence at the peak of the five steps of Shenqiao, and can be ranked among the top in the world.
If she hadn't lost her desire to seek the truth, her current cultivation level would have been extremely high. She would not be weaker than the dean, or even stronger.
It is extraordinary that one's Taoist heart is exhausted and living in a cemetery like a walking corpse, but one can still maintain his cultivation level without deterioration.
"Go for it!"
With a slight wave of her hand, Granny Mai gave the order to expel the guests.
I'm tired and want to be alone for a while.
Yan Ximeng nodded, turned around and walked away.
Soon, the cemetery became silent.
Occasionally, a breeze blew, which kept pulling at Granny Mai's thoughts, reminding her of those days in her youth.
He turned around and looked at a corner not far away, which was the tombstone of the old dean.
Granny Mai seemed to have seen the scene of meeting the old dean for the first time, her wrinkles knitted together, and she smiled happily.
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Dongtu, Buddhism.
After traveling for more than a month, Chen Qingyuan and Changsun Fengye arrived in Dongtu without any danger.
Go straight to the heart of Buddhism and visit your door.
"Two donors, please come in."
The monks guarding the mountain gate immediately greeted him.
Not long after, the senior leaders of the Buddhist sect learned of Chen Qingyuan's arrival and treated him with courtesy.
"I have something to ask the abbot."
Chen Qingyuan didn't want to waste time and spoke frankly about his purpose.
"Wait a moment, please allow the poor monk to report."
The eminent monk asked someone to make tea, and he went to inform the old monk about the incident.
Soon, the eminent monk brought the news with a kind look on his face: "The abbot is known. Donor Chen can come and see you."
"Thank you, Master."
Chen Qingyuan said politely and left under the leadership of a certain monk.
As for the eldest grandson Fengye, he stayed in the guest hall, sipping tea and waiting quietly.
The scene changed, inside a simple Zen room.
The old monk sat on the futon, with his back to the door, knocking on the wooden fish, chanting sutras and chanting Buddha's name.
The door opened and Chen Qingyuan walked in.
"Grandmaster."
After walking a few steps, Chen Qingyuan bowed and clasped his fists.
"Donor Chen, please sit down."
The old monk stopped reciting sutras, stood up slowly, pointed to a table and chairs to one side, and looked affable.
After sitting down, the old monk made tea himself.
The fragrance of tea comes to your nose and permeates every corner of the Zen room.
"I came here this time for something very important."
Chen Qingyuan looked serious.
"No rush, let's have a cup of tea and calm down."
The old monk looked calm.
"Fine!"
You are always so calm, so I will take my time too.
So, Chen Qingyuan began to taste tea, not in a hurry.
After drinking several cups of tea, the old monk spoke: "What is the donor's important matter?"
"Please master, please arrange a barrier to avoid leaking the news."
Chen Qingyuan suggested.
"Okay." The old monk raised his hand, the doors and windows were closed tightly, and there were several restrictions.
"In the past few years, I have had some opportunities related to Buddhism."
Chen Qingyuan did not speak directly about the Buddha's inheritance and was slowly hanging on.
"Oh? An opportunity related to Buddhism?" The old monk became interested: "Can the donor elaborate?"
"No rush, let's talk slowly."
You should always stay calm and don't be impatient.
As he spoke, Chen Qingyuan deliberately paused for a moment and drank another cup of tea.
Not to mention, Buddhism’s Enlightenment Tea is really good. It can calm the mind and eliminate impatience. The taste is also good, with a light bitterness mixed with a strong tea aroma, and an endless aftertaste.
"I wonder if Buddhism has ever produced a figure at the pinnacle of the extreme realm?"
Chen Qingyuan put down the teacup and asked.
The pinnacle of the Ultimate Path is the Great Emperor Buddha who crossed the Divine Bridge and reached the other side.
"It should have happened before, otherwise where would the Mahayana Dharma and Buddhist mantra come from."
The old monk firmly believes in this.
"Is there any record of this in the annals of Buddhism?"
Chen Qingyuan asked again.
"Historical records are not complete. There are only fragments and no specific records."
In response, the old monk shook his head gently.
Donor Chen asked what the profound meaning of these things was.
The old monk frowned slightly, his eyes suspicious.