The drizzle seemed to never stop, and the suppressed and tragic aura was filled with it, entangled in the endless rain curtain.

Wen Zhong's eyes were empty and he knelt in front of Tongtian with muddy body.

His crest was slightly hunched and his voice was hoarse, and he asked, "Master, what is the purpose of practicing?"

Tongtian stood in the rain, looking at Wen Zhong lovingly.

His embarrassment is understandable. When faith collapses, sadness and horror will force the heart to think about the meaning of practice.

"Do you know, during the Dragon and Phoenix Tribulation, I asked the same question to the Taoist Ancestor in Zixiao Palace." Tongtian squatted down, helped Wen Zhong up, and said in a cold voice.

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"The Taoist ancestor told me that the beliefs in my heart are different, and the reasons for practicing are also different. There are hundreds of millions of creatures in the world, and there are naturally hundreds of millions of reasons for practicing. I can't answer your question, because the real answer is hidden in your heart."

Wen Zhong nodded in a slight understanding, looked at Tongtian curiously, and asked, "So, what is the answer from Master?"

Tongtian smiled calmly, and an invincible sword light appeared in his eyes, like an aurora passing through the night, tearing apart the haze.

"The way of heaven is ruthless, everything is in a mess, and life and death are merciless by the rules, and live in fear in the world. Since I become a saint, I will intercept that glimmer of life. There is no difference between religion and ignite the flame of hope in the hearts of living beings. Whether it is mountains, rivers, or birds and beasts, they will completely break free from the shackles of the way of heaven and live for themselves under the shade of the tree of Jie Cult."

Tongtian's eyes were full of determination, and he looked at Wen Zhong with a bright look.

"This is the meaning of my practice, the existence of the Jie Sect, and the meaning of countless disciples fighting against Sishui."

After saying that, he changed the subject and said.

"Four hundred years ago, Huo Ling also asked me this question."

He took out a warm and verdant jade from his arms.

"This long tongue records her answer, you can take it to listen."

Wen Zhong immediately took it respectfully, gently rubbing the water marks on the surface of his long tongue, and the voice of the Holy Mother of Fire Spirit suddenly rang out.

"Teacher, I seem to know the meaning of practice."

The familiar voice warmed Wen Zhong's heart and made his confused and helpless heart immediately calm down.

"There are too many sufferings in the world, and the cultivation of living beings is bumpy step by step. It is like in a forest full of mist. Those anxious little beasts are difficult to get rid of the shackles of fate, struggle for life, but they are difficult to get rid of the fate of being swallowed by darkness."

"I would like to be the torch of the night. Although the light is small, it will burn firmly, and will attract more like-minded people to gather around me. Raise the torch like me. When it gathers into a sea of ​​fire, the shadows will be eroded by the light, and the forest will be revitalized and shelter all the weak."

"Teacher, it seems I have found the answer."

The firm voice stopped abruptly, and the dark light of the long tongue converged.

Tongtian patted Wen Zhong's shoulder, "When there is war, there is sacrifice, but the meaning of sacrifice is different. If you die for the morality in your heart, his spirit will last forever and turn into sparks. If you die for desire, his soul will rot into mud and be reincarnated in a daze."

"The disciples of Jie Cult come from the three mountains and five mountains, with different races, different realms and different foundations. However, for the sake of common morality, we gather on Jinao Island. We are the torches in the forest, which continues to burn firmly, and will eventually break through the haze and the blue sky will appear again."

"You can keep this long tongue, maybe you will find the meaning of practice in the words of the Fire Spirit."

"No need." Wen Zhong shook his head and said hoarsely.

"Master, even though the Jie Sect is broken, morality will not die."

"As long as the thoughts in my heart are still there, even if I live in the Heavenly Court, I can burn the flames of the Jie Sect."

"We must unite and unite, explain the principles of all things in the heavenly court, and let the concept of Jie Sect spread to the prehistoric world."

"This long tongue is also asked by the master to those in need."

"Okay." Tongtian looked at Wen Zhong, who was energetic, as if he had seen his original self.

Clam!

The controversy breaks through the haze, disperse the rain curtain, revealing the warm spring sunshine.

Wen Zhong was covered in mud, with white hair, but his waist was straight and his spirit was flying.

"Wen Zhong, take my Qingping Sword!"

~

Mount Sumeru.

The golden light is shining, and the sunset is shining.

The Eight Treasures Merit Pool is located on the top of the mountain, swallowing and spitting out spiritual power.

This is a Buddhist sacred object, not innate, but far exceeds innate preciousness.

The glass and purified water stored in it is transformed from the merits of the heavenly way, and it gathers the fortune, merits and beliefs of Buddhism.

At this time, there were crowds of people here, and the Western venerables and disciples came to the Eight Treasures Merit Pool, watching Manjushri resentfully resentfully resolutely resolutely resolutely resolutely resolutely.

This was originally a treasure that the West has been refining after years of succession, but now it has been taken advantage of by others.

"It's so dirty. You dare to threaten the saint. Manjushri's ambitions, and we are disdainful to join us."

"Look, those venerables have different expressions. I think it's not a good feeling to be intercepted."

"Don't talk nonsense. In the future, the West is mixed with fish and dragons. Be careful of the misfortune being plotted by someone. Look at the green lion behind him, that's the golden immortal."

Many disciples were in groups of three or five, and the voices of discussion gathered, buzzing like mosquitoes.

Maitreya's face was gloomy. Looking at Manjushri's back, his heart was filled with regret and helplessness.

When this treasure was first created, he ran around and spent all his wealth, so that he could take the opportunity to take it into his pocket when rewarding merits and practices.

Now, Manjushri is occupying the magpie's nest, and his calm appearance makes him feel disgusted.

"Senior brother, don't be angry. Fate is destined, and no matter how anxious you are, it's useless. When you got the raid bag, wasn't that what I advised us?" The pharmacist smiled and said with a look of spring breeze.

Wow, huh.

Manjushri stood above the Eight Treasures Merit Pool, and his spiritual power turned into chains, wrapped it around and refined it frantically.

The two Western saints knew that the qualifications of Western creatures were too poor, so they created 90% of the techniques that did not cultivate their bodies, and mainly used illusory creations, and their means were placed on the manifestation of the spirit, mostly golden lotus garlands, lamps and gems.

These glass purified water have the power to turn illusions into substances, and in just one drop, they can evolve where the mind wants.

When a Western disciple reincarnates, he just needs to jump into the water to store his merits in the glass and clean water, and then take it out in the next life to continue his practice.

Wow~

The pool water soared into the sky, like a white horse passing by, turning into a trace of Tao that filled the sky, and suddenly a special feeling filled the heart.

Clear, clear, sweet, light drink, moisturize, peaceful, eliminate hunger and thirst, and maintain longing. Eight special breaths ripples in the heart.

At the bottom of the pool, the imprints flashed, and this treasure officially changed its ownership of Manjushri.

He slowly opened his eyes and breathed exhausted.

Manju was particularly aware of the noisy sounds around him, but he never commented on them.

They are all low-level disciples who cannot cause any storm. The reason why they are so angry is that they are afraid of being troubled by themselves when they are reincarnated.

He lived for two lives, struggled in the turbulent flow for tens of thousands of years, and had a very clear understanding of people's hearts.

"Don't panic, everyone." A warm voice sounded, causing the noisy sounds around to come to an abrupt end.

Manjushri smiled with kind eyebrows and a gentle tone.

"The saint Kang Qing, who rewarded me with this treasure. Although it will become my personal property in the future, all Western creatures can use it at will."

After hearing this, the sorrow in everyone's hearts disappeared instantly, shouting that Venerable Manjushri's great righteousness.

"The selfless dedication of Venerable Manjushri is really a blessing for us."

The old rhino spirit put down the big stone in his heart and came to the edge of the Eight Treasures Merit Pool.

He was about to jump into the pool and reincarnate, but was stopped by Manjushri.

"Wait, I have something to ask you."

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