: Since immortals are born, why do we need Buddhas?

Author: Pig Heart and Shrimp

: Since immortals are born, why do we need Buddhas?

Bai Shi came over and stretched out his hand to grab Qiong Yu, who gradually regained consciousness as Li Yi took back his breath. But he was still a little confused. He was suddenly picked up and subconsciously grabbed his trousers. Then he realized what he was doing and quickly let go.

The two people, one body and two souls, looked at each other.

"Listen to my explanation."

"Stealing cat."

"If you continue to slander me like this, I will be rude to you! My respect for Senior Immortal is like the mighty sun, and I have absolutely no wrongdoing."

"Stealing cat."

"I don't have human organs, not even my body. Desire is a hormone in the body. Don't you, a modern person, understand that?"

"Stealing cat."

No matter how Qiong Yu explained it, her only human friend didn't believe her. Fortunately, the immortal looked at her normally and obviously didn't think that way.

As expected, only villains and women are difficult to raise.

Due to the presence of outsiders, Shiraishi picked up the breakfast on the table and returned to the room to start a day of meditation practice. A qualified monk must meditate for at least 10 hours a day, and he will not be able to relax until the Nascent Soul stage.

The life of a monk is much boring than ordinary people imagine. Students can still communicate with classmates and maintain basic social interactions. A monk may not be able to find anyone to talk to at the end of the day. With his eyes open and closed, it is day and night.

Although Baishi has a higher starting point than others with the help of Qiong Yu, he is not a genius, nor is he the kind of god who can grow up without meditating.

Qiong Yu created a clone to coax the other party, and in the blink of an eye, it was back on Li Yi's shoulder.

At this time, there was a deathly silence in the living room, and the expression on the face of the monk who had just arrived was the same as when he discovered that his memory was incomplete not long ago.

"Senior Immortal, could it be that the way of heaven has erased our memories?"

Qiong Yu couldn't help but guess that in this world, the only one who could do this was the way of heaven.

Li Yidao: "The power of Heaven is mysterious and unpredictable. Maybe he really has this ability, but I don't think he has this need. Xiao Qiongyu, what is the Way of Heaven that you know?"

"A supreme will, the embodiment of the great road." Qiong Yu replied without thinking. "In the ancient times, at least the spirits of heaven and earth like me learned the way of heaven. All magic and cognition were obeyed by heaven.

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"Then our definition of the way of heaven is different. The way of heaven we know is heaven and earth."

Whether it is Li Changsheng's own perception of heaven and earth or the records in various spiritual books, he does not believe that the way of heaven is a specific existence.

"It's useless to argue about this. The laws of heaven and earth are constantly evolving. Perhaps the law of heaven really had self-awareness in the ancient times."

Li Yi shook his head and turned to look at Du Can and said: "I need your memory, that is, to enter your spiritual platform. I promise not to look at your other memories. But if you mind, you can take out that part of your memory yourself.

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Soul searching is an evil method. Li Yi will not use it unless necessary. He will not use it on people around him, even if he is sure that it will not hurt the soul at all. Because too much understanding will lead to the breakdown of the relationship, and it is also harmful to those close to him.

of disrespect.

This is like reading minds. When there is a person around you who can know what you are thinking at any time and at any time, most people will inevitably develop instinctive resistance and alienation.

People always have to have some privacy of their own.

Du Can nodded without hesitation and said: "The poor monk has a clear conscience all his life. The immortal can look it up at will, as long as it can relieve your worries."

It is extremely dangerous to give one's memories to others, as it will let others know one's weaknesses and roots, and even reveal one's skills. But if it is shown to one's own immortals, there is no problem.

He took two steps forward and stood in front of Li Yi. He saw the other person stretched out his index finger and tapped the center of his eyebrows. In an instant, his body lost control and he felt like the world was spinning.

When he came back to his senses, he was already in his own spiritual platform, and standing in front of him was a giant, a giant whose face could not be seen at a glance.

The giant just flashed past and instantly turned into an ordinary Taoist in green.

The face is different from the outside world. It is the original appearance of the immortal in the previous life and the appearance of the living immortal Li Changsheng.

Du Can blinked and muttered to himself: Am I dazzled?

How can a person's soul appear so huge? This is his own spiritual platform, and everything is born of himself, so he shouldn't think of himself as an ant.

Qiong Yu also followed in and looked around. By observing the size and aura of the spiritual platform, she could tell that the person's Taoist conduct should be at the Nascent Soul stage. Out of taboo and politeness, she did not go further, otherwise it would not be impossible to dig out the other party's skills.

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This is why the spiritual platform has always been a forbidden place for monks.

"Please also ask Senior Immortal to check it out."

Du Can opened his arms slightly, the spiritual platform trembled, and the starlight composed of memories floated in the void like stars. If you use an optical microscope to observe it, you can see countless pictures by magnifying it thousands of times.

Li Yi stretched out his hand to grab it, and bits of starlight fell into his hand, and the surrounding environment began to undergo earth-shaking changes.

Moon Palace, Guanghan Banquet, hundreds of thousands of monks gathered together.

Qiong Yu looked at the Guanghan Banquet in great surprise. This was the first time she had seen so many monks. Even in ancient times, it would have been difficult to gather so many people at one time.

"Senior Immortal, these plates are piled up into a mountain. Was there so much food for you to eat and drink in the Immortal Era?"

The Demon Saint Tiger Lord, who is as big as a hill in the distance, eats Haisei. The hundreds of thousands of people under the moon palace need to eat at least two kilograms of meat each. Adding all kinds of drinks and vegetables, this meal requires at least thousands of tons of food.

The world of spiritual cultivation is an ancient society. Although productivity is higher than that of the non-spiritual world, it is not so exaggerated as to casually take out thousands of tons of food for food and drink.

Moreover, these foods are not all rice and noodles, but various meats and vegetables.

"It's such a waste, it's such a waste. The tributes I have collected in tens of thousands of years are not as much as what you have received in this meal."

Du Can said: "Amitabha, fellow Taoist, you don't know that this is a kind act of an immortal."

"A good deed?" Qiong Yu was confused and couldn't understand why a monk could do a good deed after eating so much grain.

You must know that in the ancient times, practitioners would not eat so much grain. After all, mortals also need to eat. They can't cultivate at all by eating so much, and they have to spend time practicing. So much food is used to raise humans or other animals in captivity.

Race is better than eating yourself.

Grain is not precious, but one thousand tons of grain is very precious.

Calculated, it can feed 660,000 people. If it feeds 1 million fewer people, it won't be a problem.

"Every ten years, the Guanghan Banquet requires food to be collected from more than a dozen dynasties in Kyushu, and these foods are purchased with spirit stones. 10% of the spirit stones are given to the dynasty, and the remaining 90% is used as a spiritual treasury shared by ordinary people. Where is the disaster?

It can be used to hire monks."

Ducan said with a little pride in his words: "Although there is always corruption, in the event of a major disaster, the spiritual library can ensure that a large number of monks are hired to save people. Before the launch of the spiritual library, disaster relief monks could only count on one palace and two gates of Buddhism and Taoism.

After the spiritual library was launched, monks from all over the world flocked to it when there was a great disaster."

All the bustle in the world is for benefit, and all the hustle and bustle in the world is for benefit.

It is difficult to fill the world with good people purely by relying on propaganda and force, but if good people can benefit, then the world will be filled with good people.

The friendliness of immortal monks to mortals is based on their material foundation and was created by the immortals.

It's a pity that mediocre people don't understand the merits of immortals and think that immortals are extravagant and wasteful. But if they don't have these spiritual stones, will they be willing to save the world? They just want to get something for nothing, seize the spiritual stones and plunder the world.

Du Can has been overseas, which is said to be a land of fish and water without the rule of immortals. It is said that the sky is high for me to swim in, the sea is wide for me to dive, no one can press me up when I raise my head, and I can step on thousands of people when I lower my head.

But when most people go overseas, they are among the last "ten thousand people", not the ones who have no one to support them.

Qiong Yu scratched his head. Although he was puzzled in his heart, he also knew that the immortal way was too alien to their era and could not be treated with common sense.

I just flattered the immortal: "Senior immortal is here, and the sky will be there!"

The two of them exchanged words with each other, as if they were about to turn into a meeting for divorced fanatic fans. The main character's face did not change much, and he carefully observed every inch in his memory.

If there is a state of mind, Li Yi has reached the point where the saint has no name. The so-called namelessness means having a name but forgetting the name. No matter how many and good reputations are given by others, they are not my own intention or ability.

The surrounding environment accelerated slightly, memories flowed rapidly, and the two of them stopped talking.

Act 1.

On the way back to the sect, I spend my whole life silently reciting Lin Zi Jue.

Act 2.

Du Can went to ask for a teacher. What he heard standing outside the door was not the sound of chanting sutras, but the repeated Linzi Jue.

In the third act, the scene freezes in place, surrounded by chaos and darkness, with distorted colors flashing from time to time.

It was like a childhood TV with poor signal, all gray, with a few pictures flashing from time to time.

Li Yi could see wisps of gray energy, like silk threads, piercing into the coffin. He tapped his fingertips lightly, and the waves caused all the gray energy to flow, and the aura emanating from it made people's hair stand on end.

Du Can's eyes widened and he didn't understand that there was such a thing in his spiritual platform. He couldn't help but asked: "Immortal, what is this?"

"I don't know, there's some aura of causal shielding, it looks like a secret, but it doesn't look like it."

Li Yi peeled off the gray mist in an understatement, saying that he didn't know, but these unknown powers could not put any restrictions on it.

All powerlessness is due to lack of ability.

The picture became clear again, and in the blink of an eye everyone was in an ancient temple.

Talking around the fire at night, hiding in half the shadows, the candlelight shone on his skinny palms. Unexpectedly, the old monk had become so thin.

Li Yi narrowed his eyes slightly, as if the monk looked very old in this life.

You must know that back then, he was said to be a jade-faced monk, which attracted many people to express their love, including monsters. Although Du Shi is not a person who likes physiognomy, why does he deliberately continue to maintain his old appearance?

Appearances are born from the heart, withered and rotten wood.

When the monk's heart dies, the person begins to decay and eventually dies.

Du Shi's voice was hoarse and a little sad: "Since you are an immortal, why do you need a Buddha?"
Chapter completed!