Chapter 346: Chapter 223: Monk Given for Free_2
Translator: 549690339
Crossing tens of thousands of miles of maritime borders, anything could happen. There were dragon tribes in the sea, not to mention the remnants of ancient species. Even for him now, he would not choose to cross the sea lightly, even if he had a flying boat to ride, but the flying boat was not foolproof.
âIs that all?â
The old monk obviously didnât believe that one would take such a big risk just to hone their Zen Heart?
What? Was the vast expanse of the West Xi Lan Continent not enough for you, a small monk, to hone your Zen Heart? You had to cross the sea, run so far. If thereâs no plot, why risk it?
âMonks donât lie!â
The Heavenly Dragon monk looked at the old monk in front of him calmly. The fellow Taoist in front of him didnât believe that he had come to this continent just to hone his Zen Heart. Instead, he felt that he had some plot.
For these kinds of people, Yinghai was already used to and adapted to them, and would not get angry because of this. Frogs in the well could hardly grasp the vastness of the world, and there were many Heavenâs Chosen who traveled across the sea, even in the face of the danger of dying midway.
âHehe!â
The old monk laughed. Indeed, monks donât lie, but they can choose to only tell part of the truth. Perhaps the other party did indeed intend to hone his Zen Heart, but there could also be other intentions.
The Buddhist discipline is indeed a must for monks who want to achieve something. However, telling only part of the truth can sometimes be even more effective than lying outright.
âI came here to invite the Zen Master to come out of the mountain and retrieve a Buddha for Buddhism!â
The old monk didnât care what the monk from the West Xi Lan Continent intended. Even if he was here to establish a base, he had now realized that on this continent, the power of Buddhism was still too weak. Otherwise, why would those noses be so suppressed?
âIs there a Buddha reincarnated in this place?â
Hearing the old monkâs words, even Yinghaiâs expression couldnât help becoming serious, and he asked in a serious tone.
âNo, there is a person with wisdom roots here. If he is led into Buddhism, he will definitely attain the Buddhaâs Fruit Position!â
Seeing Yinghaiâs reaction, the old monk also nodded slightly, quite satisfied with his reaction.
âThis person you also met, his surname is Feng and his name is Qingâan, his elder brother is the reincarnation of the Immortal Monarch!â
âFeng Qingâan?â
Yinghai frowned. He had no impression of this name, but a face flashed across his mind quickly, and the words of the old monk confirmed his guess.
âIt was the young man in white sitting in the middle when you were debating with Chenghuang in the Fengtian Underworld!â
âItâs him!â
Remembering that familiar face, Yinghaiâs brows slowly relaxed. If you say that he has wisdom roots and that he can attain the Buddhaâs Fruit Position by practicing in Buddhism, it doesnât seem so strange.
âIt seems that the Zen Master still has some impressions. I donât need to say much!â
âWhat does the senior want me to do?â
âThis young man is now surrounded by many real people from Taoism. Our Buddhist power here is weak, so I want to ask the Zen Master to take a trip and send him the true scriptures of our Buddhism!â
The old monk was also unceremonious and directly made a request. It didnât sound difficult. It was just sending some scriptures.
But under the current circumstances, their monksâ actions are tantamount to provoking those real people in Taoism. Those real people in Taoism will not be polite in this kind of thing. If they are not careful, they can only retain a hint of True Spirit for reincarnation from the beginning.
Even the old monk himself was not sure if he could deliver the real scriptures to young master Feng. Let alone retreat with his whole body, he suspected that he might not even have ashes left if he went there himself.
He was not pitying himself, but throwing away a lifetime of cultivation just to deliver the scriptures seemed a bit too much of a loss. If he could get the other party into Buddhism, he wouldnât mind starting over.
The reason for inviting this foreign Zen Master was mainly because of the Seven-treasure Gold Crest on his head. The divine power of this Buddhist relic was well-known among the great virtues of their Buddhism.
Even the Fengtian Underworld couldnât keep him, so if he took the initiative to deliver the true scriptures to the hands of second Young Master Feng, there would be no need to worry about who would pay the price for it.
âSend the true scriptures of Buddhism?â
Knowing the other partyâs intention and request, Yinghai fell into thought. This request sounded reasonable, or even well-founded. But why should he do it? Just because the other party said the young man has wisdom roots?
âYes, if the Zen Master is unwilling, could the Seven-treasure Gold Crest be lent to this poor monk? Once the true scriptures are delivered, this poor monk will definitely return it!â
The old monk was calm, it seemed he stepped back, but his request made Yinghai who was in deep thought, momentarily icy, lifting his head to glance at the old monk, he then lightly snorted,
âFor such a minor matter, this poor monk will make the journey. Where are the true scriptures?â
The words spoken by Heavenly Dragon Monk were not simply an agreement to the local templeâs request, more importantly, he wanted to speak personally with the person whose visage stirred up certain unpleasant memories.
âThe true scriptures are here!â
Seeing that this monk was so amenable, the old monkâs originally sorrowful and aged face suddenly displayed a compassionate look, with a wave of his hand, a pile of well-arranged sutras appeared.
âAmitabha Buddha!â
Yinghai was slightly taken aback upon seeing the neatly arranged sutras spanning a mile, he couldnât help but ask,
âHow many scrolls are there?â
âOne thousand three hundred and fifty-five scrolls. They are not from a single temple, but collected jointly by our temples!â
The old monk explained, they dared not behave as Taoism did, sending them one by one. They believed they only had one chance, naturally they needed to seize it, the sutras which all the families wanted to send were all laid out, some even included the scriptures for cultivation practice.
The way of Buddhism is slightly different from that of Taoism. Taoism will set various protection methods for cultivation skills that they have summarized, and may even intentionally shuffle the content.
However, sometimes Buddhism will deliberately distribute its own cultivation methods through various means. As long as one dares to cultivate, it is equivalent to placing a shackle on oneself.
Therefore, sometimes seeing a demon using the divine power of Buddhism should not be surprising.
âAmitabha Buddha!â
Yinghai spoke no more, he took out his Purple Gold Bowl, waved his hand, and collected all the true scriptures that could establish a grand Buddhist temple.
âThis poor monk will certainly deliver these true scriptures!â
âZen Master has worked hard!â
âThis poor monk will take the lead!â
Heavenly Dragon Monk did not want to engage in further discussion with the old monk. He could see that this old monk was not simply looking for his help, he might want more to borrow his Seven-treasure Gold Crest.
But how could he hand over such a treasure even to those of the same faith? He had seen all kinds of demons and monsters disguised as highly virtuous monks on the West Xi Lan Continent, how could he not be vigilant?
Dong! Dong! Dong!
The steady and powerful sound of knocking on the door sounded, astonished eyes from all directions converged, Heavenly Dragon Monk Yinghai ignored the stares and continued to knock on the door in rhythm.
Squeak~
The deep sound of the door shaft turning resonated, a yawning face with an honest look peered through the door gap,
âThis Taoist priestâŠâ
Only when the manâs eyes opened wider and he clearly saw the face and attire of the person standing outside, did his originally calm face instantly contort.
âMaster?!â
âAmitabha Buddha!â
Upon seeing the slightly familiar man in front of him, Yinghai couldnât help but chant a Buddhist phrase. He took this manâs wife away earlier and hadnât had time to deal with it, unexpectedly meeting him again now. The mysterious workings of fate had its own cause and effect.
âMaster, what brings you here today?â
The man was not the simple and honest person from before, who could only beg and plead. These days, he had took up residence in this place and had broadened his horizons, even the deities from dramas and books were now commonplace to him. Thus, he puffed his chest out and asked loudly.