Chapter 820 - 741: He Who Stays Silent Before the Gods and Buddhas
In the main tomb chamber.
The Brahmanic light was dazzling, as if it could purify all evil thoughts in people’s hearts.
Desires vanished instantly, and a thousand thoughts dispersed.
However, at this moment, everyone in the tomb chamber was extremely tense.
Xuan Cheng, Hu Jiu’er, and others were in a panic.
Wu Dade and Lin Jiu Zheng were also worried.
The monk was an evil spirit left by Qing Chen’s previous life, which had not been completely eradicated and was unfathomably deep.
Moreover, his path had reached a terrifying level: Nirvana!
Cultivating the Brahman Path, he stood at an extremely high realm, whereas Qing Chen had only been on this path for a few years and had not even entered the Chaos Realm.
At this moment, he was enticing Qing Chen with the Supreme Dao!
No one knew if Qing Chen could maintain his steadfastness in the path.
If Qing Chen wavered in the slightest, perhaps he would cease to exist in this world, and the evil spirit would reincarnate through him.
Under the Bodhi Tree.
The Nirvana Holy Light was almost penetrating Qing Chen’s skin.
But, it could only hover over the surface of Qing Chen’s body, unable to penetrate his flesh.
This signified that Qing Chen’s mind was still struggling and hesitating?
The monk slowly began to speak:
“Entering Nirvana, you will be eternal, and this world will also be eternal…”
“In Nirvana, all sins can be erased.”
He said this and gently swept his hand.
Suddenly within the tomb chamber, the face of the evil star Shui Jing drastically changed, then she was directly hit by a beam of the Nirvana Holy Light.
At that moment, the evil energy within Shui Jing was purified by the Brahmanic Holy Light.
“No…”
Shui Jing trembled, her soul undergoing some unimaginable purification, as if she was being reborn.
In just an instant.
The once enchantingly evil Shui Jing seemed like a completely different person.
Her eyes were clear, and her once enchanting face now held only purity, with a bewildered look akin to a newborn deer, timid about the world.
“A sinful woman, completely reformed, worthy of being called a saintess, reborn with perfect purity.”
“This is Nirvana.”
The monk said with a faint smile, then waved his hand and continued:
“Where Nirvana reaches, it can also ignite the karma fire, burning sins and purging calamities.”
As his words fell, Xuan Cheng, Hu Jiu’er, Yang Zhigu, and others suddenly started screaming in agony.
The Brahmanic Holy Light sparked an invisible golden fire around them!
Within that golden fire, scenes flashed past.
It showed Xuan Cheng raping a lovely junior sister within the Sect Gate…
Hu Jiu’er had irrigated a grave for three days and nights with the blood of infants to rob it…
Yang Zhigu had set up an Array to completely annihilate a village for his practice of the Yin-Probing Technique…
These were their evil deeds.
At this moment, their sins became the kindling, the fire of the Brahmanic Path was lit, and their souls were being torched, causing them extreme agony.
“Sins unerased, the fire of karma unquenched, suffer eternally.”
The monk said with a slight smile:
“This is the Nirvana Miracle Land.”
“You and I are originally the same, my path is your path.”
“In this life, we shall save the entire Ancestral Realm from the invasion of the gray mist.”
Displaying all kinds of wonderful methods and showing the supreme Nirvana, he was just waiting for a single thought from Qing Chen.
But, Qing Chen suddenly looked up and asked:
“So you mean, pursuing Nirvana is to resist the gray mist?”
The monk nodded and replied:
“This has always been our grand aspiration.”
Qing Chen shook his head and said:
“The Nirvana Miracle Land indeed is powerful.”
“But I thought about it, dealing with the gray mist . . . doesn’t need to be so troublesome.”
The monk asked:
“Why?”
Qing Chen replied:
“With my master here, the gray mist can’t stir up any trouble.”
Hearing this, the monk was momentarily stunned.
He instantly understood.
In terms of cultivation level and the Brahman Path, he had indeed convinced Qing Chen.
But, Qing Chen still had another rock in his heart.
His . . . Master!
With that rock in place, Qing Chen would never waver.
It was an indescribable belief.
The monk pondered and said:
“Master . . . when did we ever have a master?”
“On the path of the Brahman, you and I are the strongest . . . why worship anyone else?”
Qing Chen shook his head and responded:
“In your past life, you didn’t have a master, and so you died.”
“In this life, I have one, so I will live well.”
At these words, the monk was suddenly speechless.
But, immediately afterward, he asked earnestly:
“Your so-called master, can he enter meditation in an instant and grasp the knowledge of myriad eons?”
Qing Chen shook his head:
“Master enjoys tea, beneath the peach tree. He often takes brief rests there, hardly speaking of eternity.”
“Do your so-called master possess the wisdom to deduce chaos and discern the heavens and earth?”
“Master enjoys reading; his desk is piled with a few bamboo scrolls, hardly speaking of wisdom.”
“Does your so-called master comprehend the world, with the ability to broadly deliver sentient beings?”
“Master enjoys playing chess, and there are intractable endgames on the board. He hardly speaks of sentient beings.”
“Does your so-called master have the power to turn an Array into a True Dragon or meditation into a True Phoenix?”
“Master enjoys eating meat; in the small courtyard, he raises earth chickens and koi, hardly knowledgeable about Divine Beasts.”
“Does your so-called master comprehend the supreme Brahman Path, the ultimate truth?”
“Master maintains a clear intention; during his leisure, he also writes poems or two, hardly speaking of gods or Buddha!”
The monk’s words flowed eloquently, each question reflecting profound wisdom, great Divine Skills, and vast Realms within the Brahmanic Dharma. Perhaps he alone understood their true meanings since the beginning of time.
Without much thought, Qing Chen responded with scenes of tranquility from the small courtyard, anecdotes, and amusing incidents. In this tumultuous world, only his revered master could preserve such serenity.
Listening to Qing Chen, the monk suddenly fell into contemplation.
“I teach you with great wisdom, great Divine Skills, and vast Realms…and yet you remain unshaken.”
“Do you think these simple scenes and memories can stand up to my teachings?”
Muttering, he suddenly looked up, focusing intently on Qing Chen’s eyes!
At that moment, the eyes of the Evil Spirit monk blazed intensely, looking as if they could penetrate the cosmic river and reverberate through ancient times, discerning all the causes and effects he sought.
He peered through Qing Chen’s eyes, searching for the little scenes and incidents Qing Chen described!
Suddenly, he paused for a moment. In the blink of an eye, he had already seen through Qing Chen’s eyes the scenes Qing Chen had described…
“Master enjoys tea, beneath the peach tree, often taking brief rests, hardly speaking of eternity.”
He clearly saw an awesome being, one that neither heaven nor the Myriad Realms could contain, sitting casually beneath an ancient Peach Tree whose branches were laden with the Dao!
As the ages rippled and time flowed, that being sipped tea and witnessed eons pass by, sighing as the ages reversed!
“No…He doesn’t speak of eternity…He IS eternity!”
The monk was shocked!
“Master enjoys reading; his desk is piled with a few bamboo scrolls, hardly speaking of wisdom.”
The monk clearly saw, on that terrifying desk, an array of horrifying scriptures unobservable, each page seeming like a display of eons, tied to the lives of countless beings!
And as that being casually flipped through the pages, worlds were altered, the mortals transformed. All the Dao in the world, all the scriptures, all the principles, and all the laws originated from those pages!
“He does not speak of wisdom…because he IS wisdom itself!”
The monk was incredulous!
“Master enjoys playing chess, and there are intractable endgames on the board. He hardly speaks of sentient beings.”
The monk saw that being, playing chess against himself, each move shocking the heavens, every game breaking into billions of pathways…all the gods and Buddha were his chess pieces, straddling the Dao only as his game!
“He does not speak of sentient beings…He, the master of sentient beings?!”
The monk was suddenly frightened!
“Master enjoys eating meat; in the small courtyard, he raises earth chickens and koi, hardly knowledgeable about Divine Beasts.”
Yet, the monk clearly saw, in that being’s courtyard, a flock of True Phoenixes for companions, a group of True Dragons for fish…
“He doesn’t know Divine Beasts…for him, Divine Beasts are as common as chickens and fish!”
The monk was dumbfounded!
“Master maintains a clear intention; during his leisure, he also writes poems or two, hardly speaking of gods or Buddha!”
The monk clearly saw that being, elegantly spontaneous, uttering a simple poem on the spot.
“Bodhi originally has no tree; The clear mirror is also not a stand.”
“Originally there are no things; Where can dust alight?”
Hearing these verses, the monk’s mind exploded as if struck by lightning!
“No…no…”
“He does not speak of gods or Buddha…because he IS…”
“The Eternal Buddha!”
Murmuring, the monk’s eyes burst with evil energy, seeming to disperse, a streak of clarity emerging like a bright moon escaping the clouds!
The monk’s demeanor totally changed, as he suddenly laughed sorrowfully as if waking from a dream, saying:
“Ha ha…So this is the path ahead in the Brahman Path…Ha ha…I had taken the wrong path…”
“I took the wrong path, took the wrong path, ha ha ha ha…”
“He does not speak of eternity, he IS eternity.”
“He does not speak of wisdom, he IS wisdom.”
“He does not speak of sentient beings, he commands sentient beings.”
“He doesn’t know Divine Beasts; he keeps Divine Beasts.”
“He does not speak of gods or Buddha…He IS the Eternal Buddha!”
The monk of the Evil Spirit laughed loudly, saying:
“I understand now… It’s him… that being, that being, that being!!”
“He has returned… finally returned… ha ha… finally returned!”
“You… have finally returned!”
He repeatedly spoke, his words mixing grief and joy, with sounds of crying and laughter!
The Evil Spirit monk suddenly deeply bowed to Qing Chen!
He wasn’t bowing to Qing Chen.
But to… the being within Qing Chen’s eyes!
That being!
With this bow.
Suddenly, all the golden Brahmanic Dharma light in the main tomb chamber disappeared.
The damp, dark stone walls, the broken tomb chamber…
Where was the Nirvana Miracle Land, where the ancient Divine Tree, where the peerless monk…
Clearly, it was just a cold, damp broken tomb, with only a withered, rotting ancient tree, and a blackened, about-to shatter Shariputra.
The ancient tree was silent, as if dead.
The Shariputra was silent, as if extinct.
The Evil Spirit had dissipated, the hatred had scattered.
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