585: Chapter 111 Compassion_2 585: Chapter 111 Compassion_2 “…”
Chen Chong took a deep breath as he looked at the emaciated monk in front of him.
The other party remained silent.
Only quietly channeling the Power of Life into the spear.
Meanwhile, with a gaze filled with extreme compassion and forgiveness, he watched over himself.
Chen Chong suddenly recalled a story he had heard many years ago.
It was said that during the Buddha’s cultivation, he encountered a starving eagle, and to save the eagle’s life, the Buddha decided to cut off his own flesh to feed the hungry bird.
Despite the Buddha continuously cutting away his flesh, the eagle’s hunger could never be satisfied.
In the end, the Buddha offered all his flesh, and all his life.
“What is this, charity?”
Chen Chong felt only irony at the moment.
What he longed for was not a breakthrough.
It was a fair battle.
He had toiled on countless nights, encouraging himself in moments of retreat.
He knew the Zen Master was the longest-lived among the Three Religions Ancestors…
But because of this, he decided to make “this battle” his ascension fight.
Before departing, he drank a lot of Drunken Immortal Brew, lifting his spirit to the ultimate peak.
He would rather die in this battle!
Than to receive such charity!
“Aren’t you curious why, when Yuanzhou Iron Cavalry crushed through the Buddhist Temple, the ‘Zen Master’ never showed up?”
The gaunt monk spoke calmly: “Perhaps, you will understand the reason soon.”
“…”
Chen Chong furrowed his brows.
He saw the skinny monk twist his wrist, slowly grasping the spear, and pulling it out of his heart.
Brilliant golden blood swirled about the Heavenly Peak.
Countless vapors converged amongst the clouds.
The Life Dao, suppressed by an invisible force in the air, slowly condensed into a droplet.
This was a droplet glistening with gold, filled with endless vitality—even if the heart was pierced by Green Thunder, it could still extend one’s life.
The emaciated monk looked down at the cavity in his chest, slowly began to speak.
“I was an abandoned child picked up by Yuan Guang Temple.
Born frail and entangled with serious illness, the abbot of the temple told me that this incurable disease could not be treated in Yuan Province.
If I wanted to live, I could only seek healing from Fan Yin Temple.”
“So, I set off alone.”
“Nobody expected that a child could traverse several provinces, find Fan Yin Temple, and even be accepted into it.”
“An old monk in charge of sweeping saw my helpless state and took pity on me, admitting me into the temple.
He found me a master, and my illness was successfully treated.”
“But due to natural talent limitations, I couldn’t practice Primordial Power, nor could I train my body…”
“My master originally intended to keep me in the temple to ring the bell, chant scriptures, and pass on the teachings.
But I insisted on leaving, so the master no longer kept me.
Before my departure, he gave me something.”
Chen Chong stared intently at the golden droplet.
A look of shock and disbelief surfaced in his eyes—
The Life Force contained within this droplet far exceeded his imagination.
“Master told me.”
“Not cultivating, is also a form of cultivation.”
The emaciated monk gently spoke: “From that day forth, I began practicing ‘Mute Zen.’ I returned to my hometown, restored Yuan Guang Temple, rescued people, practiced alms-seeking… I knew nothing of supernatural Buddhist powers, but as time passed in cultivation, I gradually came to enlightenment.
It turns out my master left me there for a reason.
Seven years ago, as a mere mortal, I gained enlightenment of Divine Steps—you could travel a hundred feet in one step.
Three years ago, I gained insight into Heavenly Vision, allowing me to gaze for miles around even in my sleep.”
“Today, as my ‘Mute Zen’ practice has been broken, I have comprehended a third Divine Skill—Destiny.”
He slowly spoke: “It seems I now understand the relationship between what happened all those years ago and today’s ‘Destiny.'”
Fa Cheng gently asked: “Do you believe in this world there is a Divine Artifact that can cure all diseases?”
“…”
Chen Chong stared fixedly at the droplet.
Before today, he didn’t believe it.
The Battle of Poison, in his view, was utterly ridiculous; he simply did not believe in the existence of things like the Undying Spring!
Just one drop of the Undying Spring could grant a second life?
Ridiculous!
Too ridiculous!
But the reality was even more ridiculous…
because Chen Chong was certain, the legendary Undying Spring, was right before his eyes.
This droplet, brimming with intense vitality!
“Every cause and effect in this world has an origin.”
“There must be a cause, for there to be an effect.”
Fa Cheng extended his palm, slowly drawing a circle.
“This droplet gifted by my master marks the beginning of this destined encounter, as well as its end.”
He smiled gently.
He was very unfortunate, yet also very lucky.
Heaven didn’t grant him a fair start in life, leaving him to struggle with serious illnesses shortly after birth, his life hanging by a thread.
But his master gave him a complete life; this water droplet saved his life, allowing his mortal flesh to cultivate three Buddhist Divine Skills.
After comprehending the Destiny Power.
He looked back and saw another possibility in the torrents of history—
If it weren’t for this droplet of water.
Then he would be dead.
Perhaps this was why the master wanted to keep him in the temple to strike the bell, so that if he didn’t leave, the master could take good care of him.
In the surging torrents, Fa Cheng saw a glimmer of “master’s” image.
He saw the “master” dim after giving away the droplet of water.
How many droplets of such a divine artifact could exist?
In the river seen through the Destiny Power, Fa Cheng saw more than one droplet…
the master had given the Undying Spring to more than one person.
With the departure of these individuals.
The master also began to “leave,” fading to the utmost, ultimately becoming but a shadow, leaving only a cluster of light.
He became a part of the master, surviving.
Lived to this day.
Lived to the point of “Destiny Power” comprehension, to see the truth, to enlighten everything, to witness the beginning and the end.
[“Master.”]
Fa Cheng closed his eyes, the droplet began to spread, and countless shadows started to condense.
The Destiny Power spans across the long river of history.
A soft call halts the ancient figure at the end of the river.
The “Zen Master’s” silhouette suddenly halted.
He turned back to look at the “monk” on the other side of the River of Destiny.
Although it was a strange voice, it had successfully crossed through the power of this skill.
The next moment.
Bubbles danced, converged, descended.
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“You…
are not the Zen Master!”
Chen Chong stared intently at the emaciated monk in front of him, the wavering thought in his heart finally gaining confirmation at this moment.
This emaciated monk in front of him.
Definitely wasn’t the Zen Master.
Within Buddhist circles, there is a saying that cultivating the three Divine Skills could rival the Yang God!
This emaciated monk, although possessing “Power of Life” comparable to the Yangshen Dao, had no idea how to fight.
The immense “Power of Life,” overflowing to the point of spilling over, could only be used for healing and saving others, completely inept for other uses!
“The ‘Zen Master’ has never been just one person.”
Fa Cheng shook his head.
In a calm tone, he slowly said: “To comprehend Buddhist Law, to ferry all living beings.
Anyone can become a ‘Zen Master’.”
“Absurd!”
Chen Chong said coldly: “If everyone is a Zen Master, then why did the Iron Cavalry Destroy Buddha, and no one stood forward?”
“Life and Death are the ultimate truths of this world.”
Fa Cheng shook his head again and said: “Even the ocean can dry up, and mountains can crumble.
What about man?
What about temples?
If the Iron Cavalry is set to demolish the monastery…
then let it topple.
Before the Yuanzhou Iron Cavalry reaches this place, I will have already actively pushed down Yuan Guang Temple.”
“Heavenly Dao above, Buddhist Law below.”
Fa Cheng spoke softly: “If you wish to kill me, feel free at any moment.
Your achievement of the Yang God Realm would be a good thing for Da Li, for the world.”
He extended his hand, offering the water droplet with both palms.
Chen Chong had a complex look on his face.
Looking at the droplet, his emotions were extremely conflicted.
“Take it.”
Fa Cheng said with a smile: “Kill me, take it, and you may ascend to the Yang God Realm.”
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