Zhiyuan took out the alms bowl again and began to knock it gently, with a pious expression on his face.
Li Chen thought for a moment and decided to say something to ease the strange silence in the air. Then he sorted out the thoughts in his mind and said, "What happened to me is ridiculous. I just took the wrong road and fell into a dark place."
There seemed to be something in the darkness. They injured me. Later, when I staggered away, I plunged into this place again. Where are you, Master?"
After Li Chen finished speaking, he frowned first.
He instinctively felt that something was wrong. It shouldn't be like this. It felt so bland...
But in his memory there were only these scenes he described, as if his memory had been deleted. He hammered his head in distress, but could not remember anything.
Zhiyuan nodded slightly, took back the alms bowl, and expressed sympathy for Li Chen.
Every year, more and more people fall into the old abyss due to bad luck. They can only complain about their bad luck, but there is no other way.
But compared to Li Chen's insincere narrative, he seemed much more specific.
"The poor monk is somewhat self-inflicted. If he didn't covet the secrets of the so-called great practitioners, why would he be like this?
The poor monk is a monk from the Zhishan Temple in Dongyuan Realm. He followed the path of cultivation opened by Emperor Yongye. After hundreds of years of hard work, the poor monk has entered the realm of volleying and can be regarded as a strong man.
But even though the poor monk is a monk, he still has desires. The pursuit of strength made the poor monk confused and he did many wrong things. Now that I think about it, I feel quite ashamed."
Li Chen thought while listening, Dongyuan Realm, somewhere, I have never heard of it, Zhishan Temple, Lingkong Realm? What is that?
Zhiyuan ignored Li Chen's puzzled look and just continued to speak. Rather than explaining, he was recalling something: "That day, the poor monk was meditating, preaching, and practicing in the temple. Suddenly he had a feeling and escaped from the temple.
Later, I met him.”
Following the direction of Zhiyuan's finger, Li Chen found a pile of charcoal, and his face looked ugly. There must be some uncontrollable dangerous factors here.
Seeing Li Chen's performance, Zhiyuan smiled softly and continued: "He told the poor monk that he had found the secret information, the real way to become a god!"
Li Chen frowned and said: "How to become a god? As far as I know, our path of cultivation should be extremely long. The Emperor level at the end is the goal pursued by all living beings. So, god is a certain path of cultivation? Why?
How about giving up the emperor’s way and choosing the god’s way?”
Zhiyuan shook his head and smiled bitterly: "The donor is more ignorant than I thought." Li Chen scratched his head in embarrassment, and then continued, "All living beings can be sure that the path of cultivation is long and broad, that's because at the end stands the Supreme Being.
The emperors, they are kind and tolerant, they allow lowly creatures like us to peek, therefore, the higher realm can only be deduced from them.
Let’s take your practice system as an example. It was established by Lord Daojie Emperor. This is something that everyone knows, but the poor monk would like to ask, does the donor know how to practice after reaching the Ten Jins?"
Li Chen was stunned for a moment, not because of Zhiyuan's problem, but because the Dao Tribulation mentioned by Zhiyuan felt familiar to him, but just like before, he couldn't remember anything.
Zhiyuan thought that Li Chen was speechless, so he continued: "The first stage of any cultivation path is public. This is because of the kindness of the emperors. They reflect the heavens and give them infinite power.
The general outline of their practice, so those heavenly masters can create practice methods based on the general outline.
But even if the Heavenly Zong is powerful, it is impossible to cross that threshold out of thin air. Therefore, after the first stage, no one knows how to continue practicing. If you want to go further, you must go deep into various dangerous places and fairy realms.
, because such a method is engraved in the heaven and earth by the emperor’s power and nurtured by the heaven and the earth, and the human race has no ability to write it.”
Li Chen came back to his senses and took over the words: "What do you mean: after the first stage, the practice is limited, so great practitioners are only in legends?"
Zhiyuan nodded: "The real Buddha in our temple can be regarded as a god of creation, but even if he is as talented as them, he will be trapped in the realm of transcendence and sainthood throughout his life, and it will be difficult to make progress in his life."
"What does the donor think should be done about something that really exists but has no trace to be found? Legend has it that the great practitioners are almost omnipotent, transcend all ordinary things, are supreme and desirable, and for the first stage of practitioners, they are
God, therefore, the poor monk calls it the method of becoming a god!"
Li Chen took a deep breath, a little surprised.
After Zhiyuan solved the puzzle, he automatically continued what he had just said: "When I heard him mention the method of becoming a god, even a poor monk who always regarded himself as pure and stoic couldn't help but feel excited. What's more, he also took out a page of an old book.
Page, the things recorded on it are too shocking. If the master of the struggle realm who lives in seclusion between heaven and earth knows about it, it will be a terrible world war. Fortunately, he only told the poor monk. If the two of us track down
Clues, even a fool like a poor monk is certain to take that step and become a legendary great practitioner!
Unfortunately, things are unpredictable. After constant searching and verification, the two of us finally determined that the clues recorded on the torn page pointed to the land of the Old Abyss, a place of chaos and disaster. The poor monk and he both fell together unfortunately.
Entering it, but this does not mean that the poor monk will give up, even if it is the old abyss..."
He ended the previous topic and said with a wry smile: "The good news is that the things recorded on the remaining pages are very likely to be true. After all, all the real Buddhas in our temple have speculated that the old abyss is the most likely area where the supreme method exists, so
, when the supreme true Buddha in our temple is about to perish, they will make a desperate effort to enter the old abyss, trying to find a clue, but unfortunately, no one has ever returned."
Although the family members did not tell lies, Zhiyuan still lied. A hundred years ago, a true Buddha successfully returned from the old abyss, but at that time he was almost decayed, with only a few pieces of meat attached to his body, and his face was covered with
The various colored eyes looked extremely scary. Fortunately, with his strong vitality, he still brought back a lot of information.
After thinking about it, he decided to make up for his lie: "Is the donor feeling mentally ill?"
Li Chen nodded. His head was very messy now. He suspected that he had forgotten something, but he couldn't remember it even to the death.
"Please be careful, Lord Alchemist. Some areas in the Old Abyss are very evil and terrifying. It will release chaos and disasters, silently eroding the origin of your mind and soul, and finally make you do some stupid actions."
As he said that, the tall monk pointed to the charcoal on the ground: "Like him, after being corroded, he dared to slander the Emperor. How great the Emperor exists. Even the old abyss cannot block their supreme imprint. They slander the Emperor."
Your Majesty, it will trigger the Supreme Mark and bring about terrible disasters."
Hearing what he said, Li Chen felt bad. Slandering the emperor would lead to disasters from heaven and earth. Even a half-hearted practitioner like him knew how stupid he had to be to dare to do such a thing.
Zhiyuan sighed and showed Li Chen the small golden order in his hand: "The poor monk survived because of the order given by the true Buddha in the temple. He really can't help the benefactor. By the way, the true Buddha should correspond to the benefactor's practice system.
The Seven Jins."
Li Chen glanced at Xiao Ling and felt relieved. He took a peek at the silver lines on his hand, Seven Jin, it's okay, I have the mark of Ten Jin.
It has to be said that Zhiyuan was indeed unambiguous when he said about saving people. The medicine he fed to Li Chen was extremely effective. After just a while, Li Chen's body had almost recovered. Of course, Li Chen's incredible recovery power also improved.
It has had a great effect.
He tried to stand up and succeeded. Although his body was a little sore, there was no severe pain like before.
Seeing Li Chen stand up, Zhiyuan was a little confused: "This is the donor?"
Li Chen took two steps forward to confirm that there was no problem: "You may not be able to find a way out by walking, but I know that you will definitely not find a way out if you don't walk. Master, are you with us?"
Zhiyuan shook his head: "Donor, please." Although he had fully recovered, he felt that it would be more prudent to stay where he was. After all, this place was too dangerous, and running around would be too risky.
Hearing the tall monk's answer, Li Chen frowned imperceptibly, and then walked forward without looking back. It was not that he had much awareness, but that he was afraid that he would lie down for a while.
Immediately I didn’t want to leave anymore.
The monk has obviously been assimilated, but he didn't realize it himself. How about a person with a certain amount of power falling into a terrifying and unknown area, surrounded by inexplicable disasters and catastrophes, and no one will come to save him?
You, will you choose to fight to the death and find a way out, or do nothing and just sit there and wait to die?
What's more, judging from this monk's experience, he is obviously not a person who is content with the status quo, but a person who dares to fight and fight. He obviously did not fall into the old abyss. He clearly went deep into the old abyss to pursue the method of practice.
But now that he has fully recovered, what caused his fighting spirit to completely disappear?
This place is so weird.
…
Soon after Li Chen's figure disappeared.
The golden token in Zhiyuan's hand became increasingly dull, with an extremely tiny crack appearing on it.
But Zhiyuan didn't notice it. He was still sitting cross-legged, with a trace of scarlet flashing in his eyes. He shook his head gently and said to himself: "How stupid is it? Isn't it good to stay where you are and live for a few more years? Why?
Do you want to leave? As long as you hold the order given by the true Buddha, the poor monk will be fine. Amitabha..."
The tapping sound of the wooden fish echoed in the mist again.
Further away, there were roars and roars... This chapter has been completed!