The drizzle seems to never stop, and the depressing and tragic atmosphere is filled, entangled in the continuous rain curtain.
Wen Zhong's eyes were empty, and he knelt in front of Tongtian covered in mud.
His spine was slightly stooped and his voice was hoarse. He asked, "Master, what is the purpose of practice?"
Tongtian stood in the rain curtain and looked at Wen Zhong lovingly.
His embarrassment is understandable. When his faith collapses, sadness and terror will force his heart to think about the meaning of practice.
"Did you know that when the dragon and phoenix were measuring the calamity, I asked the Taoist the same question in the Zixiao Palace." Tongtian squatted down, helped Wen Zhong up, and said in a cold voice.
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"Taozu said to me that different beliefs in the heart lead to different reasons for practice. There are billions of living beings in the world, and there are naturally billions of reasons for practice. I can't answer your question, because the real answer is hidden in the
In your heart."
Wen Zhong nodded in understanding, looked at Tongtian curiously, and asked: "Then, what is the master's answer?"
Tongtian smiled indifferently, and an invincible sword light emerged from his eyes, tearing through the haze like an aurora across the night.
"Heaven is ruthless, all things are chaotic, life and death are controlled by rules, and we live in fear in the world of mortals. Since I have become a saint, I will intercept that glimmer of life, teach without distinction, and ignite the flame of hope in the hearts of living beings, whether it is mountains, rivers, or birds.
All animals, under the shade of Jiejiao, will completely break away from the shackles of heaven and live for themselves."
Tongtian's eyes were full of determination, and he looked at Wen Zhong with burning eyes.
"This is the meaning of my practice, the meaning of Jiejiao's existence, and the meaning of countless disciples' battle against Sishui."
After that, Tongtian changed the subject and said.
"Four hundred years ago, the Fire Spirit also asked me this question."
He took out a warm, green jade stone from his arms.
"Her answers are recorded in this long tongue. You can take it and listen to it."
Wen Zhong immediately took it respectfully and gently rubbed the water lines on the surface of the long tongue. The voice of the Fire Spirit Mother suddenly sounded.
"Teacher, I seem to understand the meaning of practice."
The familiar voice warmed Wen Zhong's heart, and his helpless heart immediately became peaceful.
"There are too many sufferings in the world, and the spiritual practice of life is bumpy every step of the way. Just like in a forest full of mist, those anxious little beasts can't escape the shackles of fate. They struggle all their lives, but they can't escape the fate of being swallowed by darkness.
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"I am willing to be a torch in the night. Although the light is small, but burning firmly will attract more like-minded people to gather around me. Hold up the torch like me. When it gathers into a sea of fire, the shadows will be eaten away by the light.
The forest is full of vitality and shelters all the weak."
"Teacher, it seems I have found the answer."
The resolute voice stopped suddenly, and the long tongue's dim light shrank.
Tongtian patted Wen Zhong on the shoulder, "When there is war, there is sacrifice, but the meaning of sacrifice is different. If he dies for the morality in his heart, his spirit will last forever in the world, turning into a spark that starts a prairie fire. If he dies for desire, he
His soul will rot into mud, and he will be reincarnated in confusion."
"Disciples of Jie Jiao come from three mountains and five mountains. We have different races, different realms, and different foundations. But for the sake of common morality, we gather on Jin'ao Island. We are the torches in the forest. We continue to burn firmly and will eventually break through the haze.
, the blue sky reappears."
"Just keep this long tongue. Maybe you will find the meaning of practice in the fire spirit's words."
"No need." Wen Zhong shook his head and said in a hoarse voice.
"Master, although the teachings of Jie are broken, morality will never die."
"As long as the thoughts in your heart are still there, even if you are in heaven, you can still burn the flame of Jiejiao."
"We must unite as one, explain the truth to all things in the world in heaven, and let the ideas of Jiejiao spread throughout history."
"Master, please give this long tongue to those in need."
"Okay." Tongtian looked at the energetic Wen Zhong, as if he had seen his original self.
Keng!
The shouts of contention broke through the haze and dispersed the rain curtain, revealing the warm spring sunshine.
Wen Zhong was covered in mud and had gray hair, but his back was straight and he was in high spirits.
"Wen Zhong, take my Qingping sword!"
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Mount Sumeru.
The golden light is dazzling and the rays of light are myriad.
The Eight Treasures Merit Pool is located on the top of the mountain and emits spiritual power.
This is a sacred object of Buddhism. It is not innate, but it is far more precious than innate.
The glazed pure water stored inside is transformed by the merits of heaven and brings together the luck, merits and beliefs of Buddhism.
At this time, the place was crowded, and all the Western sages and disciples came to the Eight Treasures Merit Pool and watched Manjusri refining this treasure with resentment.
This was a treasure that was refined over many years by successive Westerners, but now, someone else has taken advantage of it.
"It's really dirty, you dare to threaten the saint, Manjusri is so ambitious, we don't even want to be together."
"Look, those venerables don't look very good, and they feel bad when they think about being intercepted."
"Don't talk nonsense. In the future, there will be a mixed bag of good and bad people in the West. Be careful of misfortune coming from your mouth and being plotted by others. Look at the green lion behind him, it is a golden fairy."
Many disciples were in groups, and the voices of discussion gathered together, buzzing like a swarm of mosquitoes.
Maitreya's face was gloomy, looking at Manjusri's back, his heart full of regret and helplessness.
At the beginning of making this treasure, he traveled around and squandered all his wealth, just to take the opportunity to pocket it when he was rewarded for his merits.
Now, Manjushri dove occupied the magpie's nest, and he couldn't help but feel disgusted by his indifferent appearance.
"Brother, there is no need to be angry. Fate is destined. There is no point in being anxious. Isn't that what you warned us when you got the human seed bag." The pharmacist said with a smile on his face and a spring breeze on his face.
Wow, wow.
Manjusri stood in the sky above the Eight Treasures Merit Pool, and his spiritual power turned into a chain, wrapping it around and refining it like crazy.
The Second Sage of the West knew that the qualifications of Western beings were too poor, so 90% of the exercises he created did not cultivate the body. They mainly used illusory creations and relied on spiritual manifestations, mostly golden lotus necklaces, lantern orbs, etc.
This glazed water has the power to transform illusion into substance. Just one drop can transform the desires of the heart.
When Western disciples are reincarnated, they only need to jump into the water to store their merits in the glass water, and then take them out in the next life to continue practicing.
Wow~
The water in the pool rose into the sky, like a white horse passing through the gap, turning into traces and filling the sky. Suddenly, a special feeling filled my heart.
Pure, clear, sweet, light drink, moisturizing, peaceful, quenching hunger and thirst, stabilizing and nourishing, these eight special breaths ripple in the heart.
At the bottom of the pool, the brand mark flashes, and this treasure officially changes hands to Manjusri.
He slowly opened his eyes and exhaled tiredly.
Manjusri heard the noisy sounds around him very clearly, but he never commented.
They are all low-level disciples who cannot make any waves. The reason why they are so resentful is that they are afraid of being made difficult by themselves when they are reincarnated.
He has lived for two lives and has been struggling in the turbulence for tens of thousands of years. He has an extremely clear insight into the human heart.
"You don't need to panic." A warm voice sounded, causing the noisy surroundings to stop abruptly.
Manjusri smiled kindly and spoke in a gentle tone.
"Sage Kang Ge rewarded me with this treasure. Although it will become my personal property in the future, all living beings in the West can use it as they please."
After hearing this, everyone's sorrow disappeared instantly and they shouted loudly for the great righteousness of Venerable Manjusri.
"Venerable Manjusri's selfless dedication is really a blessing to us."
The old rhino spirit put down his heavy heart and came to the Eight Treasures Merit Pool.
He was about to jump into the pond and reincarnate, but Manjusri stopped him.