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Why is merit so important to ascension? It should be noted that if we push forward hundreds of years and thousands of years, there is absolutely no need for external skills for ascension in the world of cultivation. Super fast and stable update of the novel, this article was first published by Heavenly Court says you can do it, chickens, ducks, pigs and dogs will all ascend to heaven. How else can we say "One person attains the Tao, and chickens and dogs ascend to heaven". Pushing forward tens of thousands of years, in those prehistoric days, ascending did not even require permission from others.
Although we have been saying before, Lu Yuan is now almost the same as Tang Seng - but just about the same. Monk Tang's Arhat was reincarnated into Dzogchen, and eating him increased his spiritual conduct, which is not a meritorious deed. Lu Yuan's meritorious deeds would have been admired a few hundred years ago, but not more.
In fact, the real reason begins with the decline of the vitality of heaven and earth. Hongjun established the Heavenly Court and divided the two boundaries. From then on, the mortal world became the mortal world, and the Heavenly Court returned to the Heavenly Court. This was clearly stated. In the past, heaven didn't care. What's the matter with me, a god, taking advantage of you, a mortal? I can't afford to lose that person! Therefore, whenever someone ascends, he can always see thousands of rays of light, dense purple air, goddesses scattering flowers, and other strange phenomena.
That is essentially because mortals ascend to take away the spiritual power of this world, and the strange phenomenon is the spiritual power dropped by heaven to make up for the losses in the mortal world. But when the vitality of heaven and earth begins to decline, the heaven's own vitality is not enough, and it has already planned to ban mortals from ascending, so it can still consider compensating the mortal world! so. Merit is actually a deadbeat tool...how much merit there is, the less spiritual energy will be compensated.
And people who have meritorious deeds mean they have done good things for this world - this person has done so many good things. Is it okay to take a free flight? Heaven and Earth can only grit their teeth and admit it, no problem! As a result, the vitality of heaven and earth became increasingly scarce. Ascension of merit and ascension of soul (which consumes less spiritual energy than *ascension) has gradually become the mainstream.
With his merits, Lu Yuan was a virgin a few hundred years ago, but now he is a genius.
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"Kill!" The voice was hoarse.
Lu Yuan jumped through the alley like a flying bird. The scimitar in his right hand seemed to drop casually, but he slashed the head of a man who had just emerged from the ground! Then Lu Yuan shouted softly, split the diamond barrier in front of him with his scimitar, and stabbed the scimitar into the belly of the monk hiding behind the barrier! Seeing that the Five Poison Monk was killed in one move, the people following him were shocked. Scattered and fled everywhere.
He said "die to all of them!" The sword in his left hand made dozens of arcs, killing dozens of followers one by one.
Turning around, I saw another long blood-stained street!
This is already the second day after the pursuit began. Ever since Lu Yuan almost killed Shi Nanxi, one of the three fierce men in Huashan Mountain, with his sword "Heaven's Trace", the most powerful old demons no longer stepped forward. Instead, they kept driving the surrounding demon sects to their left. Tao came to die. And now there are a lot of rumors in the entire world of cultivating immortals. It is no longer just a question of merit and a golden body. Now there are rumors that as long as one bites his flesh, one can live forever and his spiritual power will soar. I don’t know how many people have been deceived and come to kill him!
Is it a rumor? Those people may not understand. But wealth is in danger, and there are obviously a few old demons watching, so it is definitely not his turn to eat meat - so he can get a sip of soup during the siege. It seems to be the best choice! Therefore, more and more people came to surround and kill Lu Yuan! Even righteous people began to appear. These are the realizations that I would rather be seriously injured than cut out a piece of flesh from Lu Yuan's body!
Lu Yuan stood at the end of the long street with his sword left and right. The doors on both sides opened and countless masked people poured out! Some of them held knives and swords, some held up magic weapons, and surrounded Lu Yuan again from a distance. Lu Yuan sighed speechlessly, another group of idiots! No, even the four old monsters peeping on the cloud are idiots. Sooner or later they are making wedding clothes for others! Because starting from Xiling, Lu Yuan's mental power detected someone's prying eyes. This person never showed up, but he never left either.
If you follow that gaze and investigate in the opposite direction. You will find that the gaze comes from every mountain and every piece of water. The spirit and the heaven and earth are naturally combined. The cultivation level is really earth-shattering! Lu Yuan suspected that this monster that was hiding deeper might be a specialty left over from the Long Eyebrow era. Because Lu Yuan estimates that his strength is about the same as that of the Paradise boy Li Jingxu - but now since Changmei ascended to the throne, Li Jingxu has become the real number one Taoist!
Just when the war was about to break out, "Ding, ring, ring!" Suddenly, a series of strange bells rang on the silent long street. Crisp, sweet, and endless.
Lu Yuan made a "pause" gesture and decisively hit his ear with his knuckles to connect the inner ear receiver. "Hello?" It turned out to be a call... A sweet female voice came from the phone, "Mr. Lu (pronounced seng), your 'Qi Refining Period XP Official Version' has been sent, please check it."
"Hahaha~" Lu Yuan couldn't help but smile up to the sky! Ten years, ten years, ten years! It took ten years to plant trees, ten years to collect them, and today they finally bear fruit. What a relief! He clashed the sword with great passion, sparks burst out, and the long street was reflected in light and darkness! "Bastards come to fight!" Lu Yuan then let out a strange roar and charged into the enemy group!
"I'm topsy-turvy like a wave!" The sword stretched out more than a dozen times and cut four or five people in half with one strike! "There are thousands of grievances, but I laugh at them!" The long sword pierced someone's throat, "I lowered myself one step at a time..." He kept singing, killing people faster! As the sword flew, the blood splashed out, creating various flower marks.
"Drunken Master? Why are you in the style of the Republic of China? Shouldn't you be in ancient costume now?" A sweet voice asked calmly into the microphone.
Lu Yuan followed his good deeds and immediately changed his tune, "It's like a dream ~ I've seen it before ~ The waves in my heart are coming ~ Leave the world behind..." (Theme Song of the 83rd Edition of The Legend of the Condor Heroes)
"Sorry, my fault! What I said was not accurate enough." The sweet voice continued to say reluctantly, "1657, it seems it should be a braid drama?"
Knowing that Lu Yuan hates braid scenes the most... Lu Yuan couldn't help but pause with the sword in his hand. A guy who was almost cut in half ran away from his sword in a mess! Unfortunately, before he could escape from the long street, a red light flew down from the sky and turned him into a pool of pus and blood. Lu Yuan covered his face and lowered his head as if he was sad for him. He pinched his throat and made an orchid finger shape. His gentle and piercing eyes made everyone on the long street shudder. A cold war.
"You are Feng'er~I am Sha~Langling Mianmian~around the end of the world~You are Feng'er..."
"I'm ready!" The sweet voice directly hung up the phone.
"Madman!" The people around him dropped their swords and dispersed.
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Hanshan Temple.
Monks are also literate.
Ever since the great poet Zhang Ji's poem "The moon sets, the crows cry, and the sky is filled with frost" spread all over the world, there have been countless temples named "Hanshan" in the world. However, the one we are talking about is not the Hanshan Temple outside Gusu City, but the Qingba Hanshan Temple on the edge of Tibet.
In Tibetan Buddhism, there are red sects, white sects, flower sects, yellow sects, etc. But this Hanshan Temple, built on an isolated rocky mountain in Qingba on the edge of Tibet, is a real Zen temple that came from the Central Plains. But it was at the time when Buddhism was booming that the Central Plains Zen Buddhism wanted to go west to the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau, and the Buddhist temple was built with Master Daoyuan as the pioneer. Master Daoyuan was from Suzhou, so he named the temple Hanshan Temple, perhaps out of nostalgia for his hometown.
It is a pity that although Qingba Hanshan Temple was very prosperous at that time, with the death of Master Daoyuan, Central Plains Buddhism declined, and this temple had to be completely abandoned under the pressure of Tibetan Buddhism. Hundreds of years later, no one even remembers the name of this ghost temple. Just because there is a rare large iron bell hanging in the temple, it is called "Iron Bell Temple" by nearby Tibetans. Because the mountain is so high, and the big iron bell weighs tens of thousands of pounds, even dozens of big men can't pick it off.
So after trying many times, no one has the idea of this iron clock.
Over time, exposed to wind and rain, the iron bell gradually became covered with rust, covering up the original pattern on the surface...
A pair of calloused hands danced gently on the surface of the iron clock, and finally turned into a sigh! The ghost temple that has not been visited for hundreds of years has a monk visiting today. He was wearing a blue monk's robe. He was in his forties or fifties, but his face was wrinkled and furrowed, and his hands and feet were thick and covered with calluses. He looked like an old farmer who had worked hard for half his life.
He held the iron clock with both hands and stroked it without exerting any force, but the thick rust cracked and fell under his palms, gradually revealing the true nature of the iron clock. The monk covered the bell body with both hands and circled up the steps around the large iron bell that was several people tall. As several inches of rust fell on the ground, the iron bell revealed its true colors layer by layer! I saw that it was engraved with flowers, birds, insects, fish, the sun, moon and stars, farming and rest... It was very different from the Buddhist allusions engraved on the iron bells used in ordinary temples.
Not only that, even though hundreds of kilograms of rust had been "scraped" off, the surface of the iron clock was shiny new after being peeled off, with no trace of corrosion at all! I don’t know where these hundreds of kilograms of rust came from.
Looking at it now, this big iron bell left by Master Daoyuan is clearly a rare treasure that has never been known to anyone!
"At that time, the World-Honored One is sitting here, having attained the most perfect enlightenment in all dharma, and having entered into the knowledge that all three worlds are equal. His body fills all the worlds, and his sound spreads throughout the lands of the ten directions..." the monk murmured. When he reached the end of the sentence, he stretched out his finger from his sleeve and tapped the clock lightly——
"Dang~!!" The melodious bell flew out of the temple, flew down the mountain top, and flew to all directions in Qingba.
"Is it the Iron Bell Temple that is ringing the bell?" a herdsman asked doubtfully. Within a hundred miles, there seemed to be only one big iron bell there, although it was already rusted to death. "But isn't that a ghost temple?" "Yes! It's haunted there, and it's a terrible place to live there!" Some people talked about it, and some people said it with certainty.
Some Tibetans who are brave enough to climb up to the roof and look towards Hanshan Temple.
In the night, I saw the dark shadow of the temple on the barren mountain, and a light as bright as a bean.
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