Chapter 290 289. Fake Bodhisattva, Real Monk (Please subscribe!)
Unlike other sects that have their mountain gates outside and only send one or two people to the Imperial Capital to take charge, the White Dragon Temple, like the White Cloud Temple, has its roots located in the Imperial Capital.

The reason for this is that both sects participated in the establishment of the Arctic Exorcism Institute and made great efforts.

The Dingxin Tower of the Arctic Exorcism Institute preserves a trace of the spirits of the two sects' ancestors.

Because of this, the Emperor feared the White Dragon Temple and the White Cloud Temple and had to move their sects to the Imperial Capital.

“Buddha is here to save the world. If he can’t even bear this, how can he help people in the sea of ​​suffering?” The old monk was unmoved.

"Master." Jixiang called again, "Back then, the ancestor brought the whole temple's strength to help the leader of Yuanfu Temple to establish the Beiji Exorcism Institute, so they had to move the sect to Beijing."

"The White Dragon Temple has made an unprecedented contribution to the prosperity of the world! Even if Master doesn't go, the White Dragon Temple will be worthy of the people of the world."

"That was the work of our ancestors, not ours. How can we take credit for it?" The old monk's gaze passed through the void and fell on Xu Qing.

"Besides, Buddhism talks about compassion and saving people. If saving just one person is considered a success, and you can let it go and ignore other people in the world, then what kind of compassion is that?"

Jixiang argued against his will: "The Bodhisattva's appearance in the world today is good for the world and for Buddhism."

"He is not a real Bodhisattva." The old monk shook his head. "If a man-eating demon puts on a cassock and sits on the altar, does that make him a Bodhisattva?"

"That person has indeed committed many sins in the past, but when she achieves Bodhisattva status, she will be able to save countless people." Jixiang still did not give up and went against his conscience again and again.

For the first time in his life, his master's life and the demon's plan were put on the scale. He would rather his master was not one of those great monks.

but
If the master is not a great monk, would he respect and love the master like this?
The old monk looked at Jixiang and sighed: "Jixiang, no matter how much a man-eating demon disguises himself as a human, he is still a demon."

"But the fruition can't be fake." Jixiang stiffened his neck and said, "After attaining the fruition of Bodhisattva, one can no longer do evil things. Isn't this returning to the right path and reforming oneself?"

“If the right result is not achieved through merit, good deeds, and enlightenment, then it is not the right result.” The old monk said in a firm voice.

"If it can cleanse itself of all its sins and then attain the status of a bodhisattva, I will have nothing to say."

"Besides."

The old monk's eyes met the disciple kneeling outside the door. There was a golden light rising from his clear and bright eyes, which burned Jixiang's eyes.

"The Buddha will not do evil things, and the Buddha will not harm the world? The Buddhas came to the world to rob and kill people, and the ancestors came to the west to blow the wind and set fires."

"It is the Dharma, not the Buddha, that is eternally great."

"Buddhism encourages people to be good and allows practitioners to gain peace and good fortune. What we practice is Buddhism, not Buddha."

The old monk's words rumbled through Jixiang's heart like thunder, shaking away the dust that was permeating his heart.

Jixiang's eyes were filled with tears: "Master, if you go, you will die!"

"Amitabha, I am not afraid of death." The old monk had already put on the Jinlan cassock. He stood up, holding the staff in his right hand, and bowed with his left hand to chant the Buddha's name.

"master."

The old monk first shook his head to stop Jixiang from saying the next word, then smiled and said:

"Jixiang, I know your true nature, so there is no need to regret or feel guilty about what you said tonight."

"Everyone is likely to make mistakes. The important thing is to know your mistakes."

"Buddhism has been passed down to this day, with the idea that the mind is the Buddha and that seeing the nature leads to Buddhahood as the most respected principle. These are all very good principles."

"However, when I was young, I was stupid, and when I grew older, I was always filled with all kinds of worries, sorrows, and foolishness."

"My thoughts are chaotic, which often makes me feel depressed. I always feel that I don't have the profound Buddha nature and Zen as others say, and I can't become a Buddha overnight."

"I have made many mistakes along the way, but I have made it through step by step."

The old monk looked up at the statue of Vairocana Buddha in the main hall.

"The body is like a bodhi tree, and the mind is like a mirror stand. I brush it diligently at all times to prevent it from causing dust."

Amid the chanting, the old monk disappeared in the Bailong Temple.

Jixiang lowered his head and cried, repeating the master's final admonition. After a while.

He raised his head again, and his eyes became clear again.

A piece of paper floated in Xu Qing's palm.

The paper did not reveal the true text of the great Dao that contained infinite mysteries, but instead a bunch of chaotic and complicated lines.

The lines interweave, constantly changing into all kinds of wonderful scenes.

The Buddhist energy and spiritual power mobilized by the female ghost behind the oil seller were instantly blown away by a gust of wind.

Xu Qing's eyes fell on the scene evolved from the criss-crossing lines on the paper. In an instant, he recalled the memory of the communication between heaven and man that had gone into the long river of time.

At first, he wanted to imprint all the scenes of the long river of time in his soul, so as to add foundation for the subsequent "refining of the soul".

But it never worked, until the "Red Book of Chaos" suddenly appeared and intervened, imprinting the images on the pages of paper.

Unexpectedly, such a great achievement was made at this time.

There is no need for the true text of the Great Dao; just the scene of the long river of time imprinted on the pages is enough to break the soul oppression of the sixth realm of disaster in one fell swoop.

Seeing this, the peony lanterns held by the oil sellers shook violently. After a moment, the charming voice sounded again, and said in a gentle voice:

"Young Master, please become the fuel for my enlightenment."

"Your fate is extremely noble, and you are born to be blessed by the gods. If you believe in me today, when I achieve the right result, there will be a place for you on the sacred mountain."

"I will also do my best to help you become a Buddha. One day, your Buddha light will shine upon all the heavens and worlds!"

"Impossible!" Xu Qing refused without even thinking.

What's more, he could have climbed higher step by step, so why should he give up the road to heaven and settle for being inferior to others?
The words fell.

There was a sudden "bang" explosion, and the house under Xu Qing and Feng Lingchen collapsed. White bone spikes came towards them like mad pythons, crushing tiles.

"If you don't want to, then go and die." The oil seller below showed a ferocious smile, "Kill, kill, kill anyone who stops me from becoming a Bodhisattva!"

"Fake is fake after all!" Xu Qing brought Feng Lingchen to land on the black cloud. Hearing this, he snorted coldly, "If you don't cultivate merits and see your true nature, how can you become a Buddha?!"

After saying this, Jiazi, Jiaxu, Dingchou and Dinghai, the four guardian gods of the natal sign, appeared in the surroundings with awe-inspiring power.

The divine light flowed on the four gods, and a bright white light suddenly appeared, which forced back the green light that had unknowingly spread into the air.

Establish an inviolable temple here.

“Next we have to save ourselves first, then we can save others.” Under the protection of the dojo held up by the four guardian gods, Xu Qing muttered as he glanced at the half of the city covered by green flames.

Now he no longer placed his hopes on the court or the emperor in the palace.

He was right.

The supreme and noble emperor in the imperial city was indeed allowing the ghost behind the oil seller to cause chaos.

But what is it for?
He was willing to give up his ancestral heritage to help this female ghost become a Buddha? !

　Sorry, it’s still only 2k today.

　　I drank a cup of coffee in the evening. For some reason, my legs suddenly felt weak, my heart beat very fast, and my breathing became a little difficult.

　　I just feel very uncomfortable.

　　The nearby community hospital was closed, so I had to take a taxi to the nearest Chinese medicine hospital.

　　The doctor said it was due to caffeine metabolism, but it might also be that I had a heart problem, so he asked me to get checked out.

　　After all the hassle, I had no time to write when I got back and could only barely knock out two thousand words.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)