"What if the disciple cultivates this formless golden body to the ninth level? What state will it reach?" Li Xiuyuan thought of Wuhua on Mount Xumi and Wen Jianyi in Tianxiang Academy.
If another fifty or a hundred years had passed, I don't know what level Wuhua from Mount Xumi would have reached. As for Princess Wutong and someone from Tianxiang Academy, he no longer cared.
He also has his own divine dragon body. If he breaks through the divine dragon body to the ninth level again... Long Qingfeng said that in order to break through the ninth level, he must go to the Dragon Transformation Pond in the Divine Dragon Continent to practice.
He is, so is Xiao Ling'er, and even the little fat Chu Feng is going with him.
Unexpectedly, I would inadvertently be involved in a causal relationship with Chu Feng.
Thinking of this, even though he was fearless, he couldn't help but feel a little uneasy, because he didn't know where Chu Feng would be when he went to Shenlong Continent?
Li Xiuyuan clenched his fists, feeling bitter and hopeful in his heart. Could it be that he could still cultivate into the body of a divine dragon?
Thinking about all my experiences, I sighed again and again.
He really didn't expect that he thought that the formless body was the end of Buddhist skills, but he didn't expect that what came next was the formless golden body!
Fortunately, the master had prepared a spiritual method for him to practice. Otherwise, given his grudges with Mr. Wu, he might really have no chance of being with the gods and Buddhas on Mount Sumeru.
What if I cultivate the Buddhist formless golden body to perfection?
My divine dragon body is already at the fifth level. Soon after refining the Phoenix essence and blood, I may be able to break through to the seventh or even eighth level...
Or am I saying that one day I will awaken the Phoenix Nirvana body?
"Will the disciple turn into a phoenix or a dragon? Master, do you know?" Li Xiuyuan looked at the old Taoist priest and was confused. At this time, he began to seriously think about his future.
"Do you want to enter Buddhism?" The old Taoist looked at him and said seriously: "If you are devoted to Buddhism, I will find you a Buddhist temple that is not weaker than Mount Sumeru and find a great monk to teach you Buddhism."
"My disciple once told my husband and the old monk Master that if you want to learn Buddhism, you don't necessarily have to enter Buddhism and become a monk."
Li Xiuyuan thought that he still had many things to do, so how could he stay in a monastery and practice Buddhism hard?
He has to return to the heavenly realm where he was born to enter the mortal world and look for his former friends. How can he have time to enter Buddhism and practice hard for hundreds of years?
Besides, there is Mu Mu who is waiting for him to find her on the road to heaven, and he has to return his sister, parents, husband and wife. Oh, it’s so confusing. He had not yet recovered his memory, but he was already in a state of confusion.
Not to mention those friends on the Shura battlefield, Xiao Qing who can't get rid of him, and his disciple Nangong Ruyu who has followed him since childhood, not to mention sister Xiao Long'er.
He now somewhat understands why Master said that his fate is too messy.
The old Taoist priest looked at Li Xiuyuan's extremely troubled face and couldn't help but sigh softly.
He said quietly: "As a teacher, I don't know what state you will reach in the end, because I am me and you are you."
The old Taoist priest chatted with him for a long time, not knowing what boredom was.
Li Xiuyuan was stunned, looked at him and asked, "What do you mean?"
After thinking for a long time, the old Taoist priest looked at him and said: "There is no comparison between us master and disciple. You will understand this truth when you reach the level of being a master."
When Li Xiuyuan heard this, he was discouraged and said in a daze: "Can it be said that I can still cultivate to the master's level? Can I?"
The old Taoist priest looked at him quietly, thinking about what level of cultivation his disciple would reach at a certain moment many years later. I couldn't help but shake my head and smile bitterly.
After a moment of silence, he said: "You are still young, anything is possible."
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Just as Li Xiuyuan and the old Taoist priest were walking through the mountains in search of spiritual fruits, Wuhua Gong who left Tianluo City...
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Zi has already ridden a fast horse and arrived at Mount Sumeru.
Mount Sumeru is located in the center of the small world that the old Taoist said. It is surrounded by four major continents and eight mountains and eight seas, with the sun and moon shining all over it.
The place where Li Xiuyuan and the old Taoist priest are currently located is located in the east of Mount Xumi, commonly known as Dongsheng Shenzhou.
The valley where Mr. and others went is located in one of the eight mountains at the foot of Mount Sumeru, Mount Shanjian.
Deep in Mount Sumeru, in a purple bamboo forest behind a Buddhist temple in a mountain stream, there is a magnificent Buddhist temple.
Hundreds of years old sandalwood was burning quietly. An old monk sat down in front of the Buddha. Next to the old monk sat Mr. Wuhua, who had come all the way from Tianluo City.
Although the journey was dusty, Wuhua only came to the old monk after bathing, changing clothes, and scenting the fragrance before meeting the master.
The old monk with low eyebrows silently stared at the tea cup in front of him. A piece of spiritual tea inside slowly rotated, but never fell to the bottom of the water.
Leaning slightly, the old man sighed and said quietly: "He has hidden the secret of heaven, and I can't see that thing anymore."
Wu Hua was stunned and asked softly: "Master, look at the young man next to the old Taoist priest... In Dagou Town at that time, the young man was sitting on the old Taoist priest's carriage."
The old monk shook his head and said calmly: "That young man has no spiritual bones. He is just a mortal monk who has just entered the golden elixir realm. What threat can he pose?"
While he was talking, the spiritual tea in the cup finally fell to the bottom. The old monk sighed in disappointment, picked up the cup and took a sip.
Then he said: "I always think that I am in the state of God's will and that I can transcend this world. But there is a sky outside the sky, and there will always be unsatisfactory things..."
Wuhua was startled. He didn't expect that even his omnipotent master could do nothing about this matter.
He was at a loss for a moment, and after thinking for a long time, he asked softly: "So, how can the disciple share the worries for the master next?"
The old monk held the flowers with his hands and sighed softly: "Everything in the world is like a passing cloud of smoke. Since you have chosen to join the world, then enjoy your practice in the world."
"Is it possible... If we just drop this matter, wouldn't Master's previous efforts be in vain?"
Wuhua was a little reluctant and watched the old monk continue to work hard.
"The past has been lost, and the present is being lost...Wuhua, you are too focused on gains and losses. Just treat it as a loss this time and teach you a lesson."
The old monk knew that he was the one and he couldn't compete with the old Taoist priest, otherwise he wouldn't have been chasing those jade disc fragments for hundreds of years.
But he couldn't explain the secrets to his disciples one by one.
Who said that after entering Buddhism, one can practice all Buddhist teachings to the highest level? Even if you enter a Buddhist hall, you may not necessarily become a Buddha.
Not to mention transcending this world.
It took the old monk countless years to understand the truth. How can it be learned in just a few decades?
In the old monk's view, his disciples are already very good in the four major continents, and he does not want to put more pressure on his disciples.
"Buddhism can be practiced not only on Mount Sumeru, but also in the world. If you keep this principle in mind... If you want to become a Buddha, you should do less killing..."
The old monk has acted recklessly in order to find a higher opportunity. Not only Wuhua, as a disciple, has to bear this cause and effect, but also he, the master on Mount Xumi, has to bear it.
He has not yet found the law of cause and effect. He could not resolve the consequences for himself or his disciples, but had to bear them.
As for these truths, Wuhua obviously hasn't understood them yet.
The master and the disciple took the three courses of tea lightly, and the old monk waved Wuhua away.
"If people want to understand all the Buddhas in the three times, they should observe the nature of the Dharma Realm and that everything is created only by the mind... Now that you have reached the mountain, practice on the mountain for a few days.
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Son. "
The old monk thought for a while and said: "Follow the brothers and practice in the mountains for two years. After you get rid of your greed, anger, ignorance, pride, and doubt, then come back... If there is any news about those things, let's discuss it again. "
When Wuhua heard that he had to practice on the mountain for two years before he could come down, he felt a little disappointed.
If I had known this, I would have brought Princess Wutong with me.
Thinking of this, I couldn't help but ask: "This disciple's wife is pregnant with Phoenix blood. Can Master please deal with the master of Phoenix Valley?"
Thinking about the misunderstandings between Xia Wutong and Mu Mu, Wuhua knew that he and his wife might not be able to persuade the master of the Phoenix Valley to open the door of convenience for him.
After all, Mumu is the little princess of Phoenix Valley.
The old monk looked at his favorite disciple with a look of compassion on his face.
He quietly replied: "Phoenix Valley is not under the jurisdiction of Mount Sumeru... It doesn't matter. Before you go down the mountain, I will take a trip to Phoenix Valley to fulfill that girl's opportunity to be a phoenix... .”
"Disciple, thank you for your kindness!"
Wuhua respectfully kowtowed to the old monk three times and exited the Buddhist hall with satisfaction and joy.
As long as Princess Wutong can find the Phoenix bloodline, then the two of them can give birth to the offspring their parents want, which is a big deal for him.
And after his wife and Mu Mu had a bad relationship in Jinguang Temple, he was worried about it all the time.
Seeing that his master agreed to go and resolve the matter, he finally breathed a sigh of relief.
In the days to come, you can practice on Mount Sumeru with peace of mind.
It wasn't until Wuhua left that the old monk sighed.
He murmured to himself: "Have I really gotten rid of greed, anger, stupidity, pride and doubt again?"
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"Master, where is this autumn wind blowing? Is it the direction of Xinghua Valley? Are we looking in the wrong direction?"
The two masters and apprentices traveled all the way, shuttled between the mountains and forests all day long, and picked countless spiritual fruits. In the words of the old Taoist priest, even twenty jars of spiritual wine would be enough.
After taking a bite of the spirit fruit, Li Xiuyuan looked at the old Taoist priest lying on the animal blanket and asked. His heart had already gone to the Apricot Blossom Valley.
He didn't feel timid about being close to home. He just wanted to explain his affairs to his mother after meeting her.
After all, for him now, those who understand will naturally understand, and those who don't understand will be confused after half a day of explanation.
The old Taoist priest laughed at him and said that he was too timid to live in his hometown, so he didn't want to go. The worst he could do was make wine somewhere else, or just find a town to buy some related things.
Li Xiuyuan disagreed. He had finally looked forward to this day. Although he would give his mother and sister a dreamlike feeling, he still accepted it.
In heaven and on earth, he is the only one who understands what it feels like to know each other but not see each other.
Even if they could only meet and reunite briefly for a few days, he felt very satisfied.
After enduring endless pain in his body and soul, he could finally let go of joy. Only after experiencing the torture of death and separation can he deeply understand the difficulty of reuniting with his relatives.
The old Taoist priest was very satisfied with Li Xiuyuan's practice.
Next, he wanted Li Xiuyuan to enjoy the happy time of getting together with his relatives, at least before he returned to Shura Tianyu, he would not let him take any more risks.
Li Xiuyuan was still conscious. He was very grateful to his master for tempering him. If his master hadn't given him guidance along the way, he didn't know when he would have found the method of cultivating the Buddhist body.
He has always had a desire in his heart to become stronger, just like he became stronger in the academy in order to deal with the killers and bandits in the Shura Heaven.
Now he has more reasons to become stronger.
So he worked hard all the way and practiced like crazy.
It is estimated that no one in Chu Feng's group practices as hard as he does and wants to become stronger through practice. No longer let fate play tricks on you.
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