If Chen Fan had to choose between becoming stronger and traveling in other worlds or returning home, Chen Fan would rather go back to the world of ordinary people in the past.

Even if it is to spend a hundred years of a mortal life in ignorance, it is more satisfying than living for a thousand years in the world of spiritual practice where life and death are uncertain and life is uncertain!

It's a pity that illusions are just illusions. With just a slight poke, they will all be shattered like the bubbles of a dream.

The consciousness once again returned to the square of the Buddha's Kingdom. Whether it was a tribulation-transmitting power like Chili or those true Buddhas whose will had already been as firm as iron, they all closed their eyes at this moment and enjoyed the joy brought by the falling of the Buddha's palm.

The illusion of Nirvana.

In Chen Fan's view, this so-called Nirvana Conference is actually a large-scale self-indulgence and self-destruction scene. Once you cannot break free from the illusion, you may become a slave to the illusion in the future, and even normal meditation practice will become extremely difficult.

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It's just that Chen Fan can't figure it out. Does a strong man like Chi Li, who can travel among all races in the spiritual world and travel to foreign lands in the demon world, need to try this small amount of mental stimulation?

I can’t figure it out, and I can’t understand it. Maybe the biggest problem lies in my personal cultivation and vision!

…

After about ten days of waiting, the originally silent square returned to its previous bursts of Sanskrit sounds.

The huge Buddha shadow in the void gradually disappeared, and the Buddha Kingdom in the Palm returned to its previous scene of flowers covering the ground and Buddha's light overflowing.

The Great Sage Chili, who had had an unknown dream, also wiped the saliva from the corner of his mouth and woke up.

Seeing the powerful aliens with different auras around him begin to move away one by one with their servants, Chen Fan could roughly guess that this so-called Nirvana Conference had come to an end.

"Huangliang is a dream, it seems real but also illusory!"

"The road to immortality is indistinct, but the great road is deplorable!" Great Sage Chili raised his head and stared at the fading giant Buddha, and sighed with emotion that did not match his image.

The strange monk carrying a chicken leg and a wine jar changed his appearance today. He had a halo on his back and a golden robe. He appeared next to the Great Sage Chili with a solemn and precious image: "Amitabha! The donor is here.

This realization seems to have gained a lot from that Nirvana dream! It’s really gratifying!”

"What can be gained?"

"Our cultivation has reached the pinnacle of this world, and it will be extremely difficult to go any further, let alone the illusory fairy gate."

"This sage can only dream about the dream of becoming an immortal in the power of incense and wishing!" Great Sage Chili shook his head and stood up from the futon without finishing his thoughts.

"Amitabha! Why should the Great Sage feel sorry for himself?"

"With a great sage, it is not difficult to live for millions more. Wouldn't it be wonderful to live such a long life and be free from the world? Why should we pursue the fairyland that has been cut off long ago?" Huang, a drunken and meat-loving monk.

Shaking his head, the gold foil cassock on his body disappeared in the wind. The dusty monk's robe was put on his body. He twisted his stiff neck, took out a jar of wine and threw it over.

"Hey! I didn't expect that this saint, who has been in the spiritual world for so many years, would still live a life as bright as a fair-weather monk like you!"

"Drink this jar of wine! Wake up and become a fairy! Go to the wheel platform and kill those old guys by surprise!" Great Sage Chili took the wine and laughed, then raised the jar and started drinking without saying a word.

"Great kindness!" The meat-and-wine monk grinned, drinking too much regardless of his appearance, with a hint of helplessness in his eyes that was difficult for others to detect.

…

Chen Fan and the three juniors did not hear the conversation between these two people. They only knew that their lips were moving, and they should be talking about something important.

But my ears were filled with the sound of Buddha coming from all directions, and I couldn't hear any movement from the two great tribulation masters.

Just like this, I watched stupidly as the two people drank a jar of wine, stretched out their hands, and led the three of them to a huge and crowded venue.

The entire venue is surrounded by seats, layer by layer, with a floating circular platform in the center.

On both sides of the wheel platform are engraved a pair of verses: "The ferry is reborn, my Buddha is Nirvana", and the moving crowds are real Buddhist Buddhas with halos on their backs, as well as some foreign powers with different looks.

Seeing the Great Sage Chili showing up with three servants, a harsh joke came from a seat not far away: "Old Chili, I remember that you didn't bring any followers to the Nirvana Conference several times. What happened this time?

Have you changed your gender? Could it be that like a hundred thousand years ago, when you lost, you even had to cut off a beard to compensate for your bet?"

When I looked up, I saw an old man in green clothes cynically leaning on a reclining chair. Beside him, five tall foreign men stood silently with their hands clasped in their hands.

These strong foreign men were born with one horn and their faces were red. They were not from the Guangyuan continent, but from the Chirong clan from the nearby Xuanlei continent.

Rumor has it that people of this tribe are naturally strong in cultivation and like to fight. They are considered to be the highest-ranking ethnic group among all the tribes in the spiritual world. However, they did not expect that they would also become servants for others to play with.

"Who am I?"

"It turns out to be Huang Quan, you sour old man! How dare you come to mock me?"

"Don't take a piss to see your own virtue! You don't have much life left, so don't come out to imitate others. If you accidentally die in the Nirvana dream, the masters of the Buddhist country will waste their efforts to save you.

I think you should save your worries and avoid embarrassing yourself by coming out less!"

Chili's old man had a very venomous mouth, and the green-robed old man across from him was no slouch either. The two of them just spat at each other for a while, not caring about their own image as a superior person.

The powerful foreigners sitting nearby seemed to know these two people.

Knowing the temperaments of the two of them, they looked at them with a joking look throughout the whole process, as if they were watching monkeys.

The great tribulation masters of the same generation were all smiling happily at this time, but the juniors in the Mahayana realm could only lower their heads and suppress their smiles, for fear of being resented by these two tribulation masters.

They quarreled for half a quarter of an hour, until an old man with a blessed face, plump and even bulging white clothes and a white crown appeared and interrupted the quarrel between the two. Otherwise, the seats nearby would have been splattered with their spit.

"If you don't give other people's face, you must give it to Bi Tianjun!"

"I'm still waiting for Lord Bi Tian to personally cook that black phoenix!" Old Chili glared at the old man in green, and then flattered the new white-crowned old man.

"The Great Sage was joking. When he was young, who didn't know that the Great Sage ate many true spirits from all over the spiritual world? Not to mention black phoenixes, even real dragons. I guess the Great Sage ate them too."

"I'm just good at cooking. If the Great Sage wants to try that black phoenix, all he needs to do is win two games!" The white-crowned old man smiled kindly and pointed at the empty wheel.

"Hehe! I'm just waiting for this promise from you, Mr. Bitian!"

"Go! You little thief from the goblin clan, you have learned so many secret techniques from me for free. Go up and explore the path for me. If you can win a game, I will reward you with a sip of black phoenix soup after the holy event!" Chili said.

The old monster pushed with his palm and sent Mu Qing, who had stiff limbs, onto the rotating platform.

In an instant, the venue was filled with brilliant lights. Hundreds of Mahayana and tribulation-transcending powers all cast their sharp eyes on Mu Qing.

"The fairy clan in the south?"

"It seems that he is not a descendant of the Fairy King."

"Mediocre! Extremely mediocre!"

"What's the point of sending a junior like this up? I bet he won't be able to survive a sentence!"

"This old monster Chili is a master who doesn't let go of eagles when he sees rabbits. According to his personality, he will not send people up to give money for no reason! Presumably, this junior from the fairy clan is not an ordinary character. In this game, I

Bet on him to win!" During the discussion, someone threw their bets towards the place where the words were written on the wheel.

Soon, two huge empty Buddha palms rose from the pair of verses to the sky, separating the bets on the left and right.

The left palm represents victory, and the right palm represents defeat.

The two palms are like scales, holding up the value of the bet.

If the values ​​of the items in the two palms are not equal, the banker who sent the loser must make up for the betting items of the same value.
Chapter completed!