With a firm look in his eyes, he decisively rejected Manjusri.
The Eight Treasures Merit Pool is extremely precious. The water in the pool is the result of extremely rich merits and has the effect of rebirth and resurrection.
It also has an extremely powerful ability to store merit.
In order to create this treasure, Ksitigarbha made great ambitions and relied on the power of heaven to guard the underworld for tens of thousands of years before tearing apart a passage exclusive to the west on the six paths of reincarnation.
With this channel, when a living being is reincarnated, it will retain the memory of its previous life and store its merits in the Eight Treasures Merit Pool. After reincarnation, it will take them out and continue practicing.
This is also the reason why the West often praises great perseverance.
If you are unable to enter the Tao in this life, then you will continue to practice in the next life, endless life after life.
Just like a good person in ten generations, who has accumulated virtues and performed good deeds for thousands of years, when the merits are accumulated to a certain extent, he can directly ascend in the daytime and obtain the so-called bhikkhu status.
Zhunti frowned, feeling helpless.
He had made a grand promise when he agreed, but now he regretted it. It was not like the behavior of a saint at all.
Thinking of this, he explained in a soft tone: "My nephew, it's not that I'm stingy. This treasure is the key to the future prosperity of the West. It has been nurtured in Mount Sumeru for millions of years and is difficult to move. You'd better change it to another treasure.
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After that, he took out a small cyan flag from his arms.
The little flag flutters in the wind, the green lotus is illusive and disillusioned, and the mysterious breath comes out leisurely.
"Look, nephew, this thing is called the Green Lotus Treasure Flag. It was given by Taoist ancestors when he preached in Zixiao Palace. It contains the light of creation, pure light, and Jingming light. It is unpredictable and mysterious. It can turn into a blue lotus.
The sea protects you."
"Alas." Manjusri sighed and said as if he hated iron.
"Two saints, you have narrowed the road."
After hearing this, Jieying felt doubtful and asked, "Master nephew, what do you mean by this?"
Manjusri's face was full of helplessness, and he explained earnestly: "You two think carefully, the Eight Treasures Merit Pool is the most precious treasure of the West, and I am the great wisdom of the West. They are all our own, so why should we distinguish them so clearly?"<
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"Furthermore, this treasure is based on the luck of Mount Sumeru, and the merits of Buddhism are its nourishment. It uses golden lotus to suppress the aura, and various factors are turned into chains. When it is placed on Mount Sumeru, it will automatically break into pieces if it is moved slightly.
What can I do? Why not just leave it here and operate normally?"
"In the final analysis, it is just to replace the owner of the Eight Treasures Merit Pool with me. Other than that, nothing has changed. The West can use it however they want, and it will not affect anything they do. Moreover, you have also saved a treasure. This
Aren’t you making a lot of money?”
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Zhunti sat on the lotus platform, pondering over Manjusri's words, and increasingly felt that they made sense, so he connected with the sound transmission method.
"Brother, what he said makes sense. If you think about it carefully, we did take advantage."
Jie Yin nodded thoughtfully and looked at Manjusri with some confusion: "Why are you leaving a good spiritual treasure? You have other plans in mind."
"Of course." Manjusri said to the two sages of the West without any concealment: "This treasure can heal wounds and store merits. It is the iconic treasure of the West. It is just right for me, so I can gain a firm foothold."
"Sage, the calamity of the East has just ended. The three thousand worldly visitors who intercepted the religion, the golden immortals who explained the religion, and the demons and monsters who have no refuge, aren't they all looking at the attitude of the West eagerly?"
"I am indeed an outsider now, but only outsiders can be convinced. If you reward the Eight Treasures Merit Pool to your direct disciples, the world will say that the leaders of the West are stingy and never regard those who surrender as their own." p>
"But if this treasure is given to me, the world will be shocked by the generosity of the West. Everyone will sing the praises of the saint's selflessness, and they will definitely go to the West to pay their respects. By then, won't it be a lot of money?" "After calculating this account over and over again, we have taken advantage of it, and we have also saved a spiritual treasure. This is better than doing the transaction ten thousand times without suffering a loss."
Manjusri's tone of voice was gentle and his analysis was clear and logical, making Zhunti feel more and more reasonable.
"What my nephew said makes sense, okay, I will officially reward you with this treasure today."
"Saint, you are wrong, it is us."
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Rumble.
The heavy rain was pouring down the balcony, and Chi Jing was sitting on the futon, reciting "Huang Ting" with lonely eyes.
His luck turns into green mountains and green waters, full of vitality, spring is in full swing, and his spiritual power is like a surging river.
Three flowers gather at the top, five qi are heading toward the yuan, a pure Tao fruit is rising and falling above the head, and two ancient runes are engraved on the front and back.
Taiyi!
Chi Jing sat quietly. Although he had achieved a breakthrough, he was not excited at all. Instead, he felt a little uninterested.
He seemed to see his original self, practicing hard and innocent all day long.
He seemed to see the Jie Jiao disciples rushing one after another, looking at death as if they were home, and the hot blood gathered into a vast ocean.
He seemed to see Fang Xiang's body melting in the desolate formation, but he still had hope in his eyes.
The thunder rumbled and the thunder was dull, interrupting thoughts.
Red sperm looked into the distance and asked himself softly.
"What is the purpose of practice?"
The drizzle of rain, as dense as smoke, fell quietly.
Countless long strips of amber are suspended between heaven and earth, exuding extremely pure brilliance.
Inside the amber, many creatures who died on the battlefield are sealed with kind faces, lifelike.
They rotate slowly according to the rules of the stars, like handicrafts on display.
This is the internal world of the Conferred Gods List. After the person who deserves the disaster dies, the true spirit will be automatically absorbed here, wrapped in the scent of incense and turned into amber jade, waiting for Jiang Ziya to be conferred as a god in the future.
Almost every once in a while, a new true spirit will appear. Their eyes are dull and confused, and they are sealed before they have time to react.
Wen Zhong stood blankly under the amber group, staring blankly at the scene in front of him.
After a long time, he murmured in a hoarse voice,
"Is this death?"
Wen Zhong swallowed lightly, his eyes full of confusion.
The blazing fire of Juelong Ridge and the ferocious smile of Chanjiao Jinxian are still vivid in my mind, especially clear.
Fellow sects fell one after another, like fat on a chopping board, sealed here.
Wen Zhong didn't know why he still had consciousness, but this tragic and depressing atmosphere made him a little crazy.
Xixi, Lili.
The continuous rain wet his clothes, like the straw that broke the camel's back, causing Wen Zhong to fall to his knees and cry silently.
The aroma of earth, mixed with water vapor, filled the nasal cavity. Wen Zhong was so sad and angry that it was difficult to breathe. He knelt on the ground and roared, roared, and finally lay down in the mud.
The amber group swayed, and a fairy girl wearing a red Taoist robe quietly floated above Wen Zhong's head.
He smiled bitterly and shed tears, closing his eyes with grief and anger.
"Teacher, what is the purpose of our practice?"
"Alas." He sighed, and his cool and delicate fingers gently wiped away his tears.
Wen Zhong opened his eyes, looked at the figure in front of him, and quickly kowtowed.