Xu Zimo put away the demonic insects.
After all, no matter what, this demonic insect will be of great use to him in the future.
Anyway, he is very powerful and feeds him with a steady stream of demonic energy. It won't take long for the demonic insects to wake up.
The reason why the demonic insect didn't wake up immediately was not because Xu Zimo didn't work hard.
But no matter how much demonic energy Xu Zimo outputs, the ability of the demonic insects to absorb it is limited.
It must take into account its own adaptability and choose an absorption method that suits itself.
So it’s understandable that it takes time.
After seeing Xu Zimo put away the demonic insects, the barefoot monk smiled and said: "I have completed the task assigned by Lord Buddha, and I am no longer useless."
"If you can continue to pass on the Buddhist kingdom, it is already a great achievement," Xu Zimo said.
"What are your plans for the future?"
"Have you ever thought about carrying forward the heritage of the Buddhist Kingdom?"
"Can you help me?" asked the barefoot monk.
"Follow me to the Zhenwu Holy Sect. Maybe you can get help there," Xu Zimo said.
The barefoot monk thought for a while.
He knew in his heart that the greatest enemy of the Buddhist Kingdom was the Holy Court.
As long as the Holy Court exists, the Buddhist kingdom will not be allowed to continue to develop.
Just like the Jade Mountain Buddha in the past.
It took a lot of effort to get the Buddhist country to improve, but then it was destroyed by a single palm.
The Holy Court took action, and many years of hard work finally came to naught.
Therefore, the barefoot monk hated the Holy Court in his heart, but he had to admit the opponent's strength.
The demons might have been very strong before.
But what about this day and age.
The barefoot monk has never seen other demons, and has not even heard any rumors about demons.
He looked at Xu Zimo.
Naturally, he didn’t want Xu Zimo to make the same mistake again and end up going the way of Yushan Buddha.
It seems that he knows the doubts of the barefoot monk.
Xu Zimo smiled and said: "Let's put aside everything else. Do you think you are afraid of the Holy Court? Do you think they will spare you?"
"Instead of pretending to be crazy and trying to survive here, it's better to do something great in an upright and mighty way."
"It's just like the Buddhist kingdom back then," the barefoot monk murmured to himself.
"The Buddhist kingdom was originally weak and relied on the demons to rise. This is both an opportunity and a curse."
Xu Zimo said.
"Everything in the world is fair, and there will be gains and losses."
"Now a new opportunity has appeared. Whether you want to seize it like the ancestor of your Buddhist country, the decision is in your hands."
Xu Zimo said so much, and he was indeed nostalgic for the sake of the other party's meritorious service in keeping the magic insects.
Today's barefoot monks are indeed of little use to Xu Zimo.
But everyone has their own role to play.
What the barefoot monk needs is a chance.
At least Xu Zimo saw the other party's Taoist heart.
There is no one else in the Buddhist country now, so the barefoot monk can give up the Buddhist country.
But he still chose one person to continue the inheritance of Yunjian Temple.
At least this kind of perseverance and Taoist heart have surpassed 90% of people.
People need to have faith.
Only those who truly have faith can go further on the path of cultivating Taoism.
Undoubtedly, the barefoot monks have their own beliefs.
If given a chance, he could become the most steadfast missionary in spreading Buddhism.
Hearing Xu Zimo's words, the barefoot monk took a deep breath.
He himself decided to take a gamble.
Rather than die in silence like this, it would be better to do something big and vigorous.
"I agree," the barefoot monk nodded and said solemnly.
Xu Zimo was not surprised by the other party's answer.
He took out the other half of the three-eyed devil's soul and let the barefoot monk take a look.
Can you think of a way to resolve the resentment?
When he first saw the soul, the barefoot monk didn't pay much attention.
But now when he looked more carefully, the barefoot monk himself was shocked.
He said: "This... such deep resentment, how many people have been killed."
"The Holy Court once used the entire Evil Demon Realm as a sacrifice and wanted to massacre the people in that region."
Xu Zimo said: "The situation here is a bit complicated, and because of those resentments, this soul has become what it is now."
"To be honest, if it hadn't been for this, I wouldn't have known about the Buddhist Kingdom."
"It can only be said that some coincidences are the best results."
If it weren't for this, how could Xu Zimo get the magic insect.
Countless years have passed since the end of the Demonic Era.
Many things from the original have disappeared over the years.
Therefore, Xu Zimo has never had any hope or extravagant expectations for things from the previous demon clan.
But he doesn't mind if he can get one or two.
Especially something that is very helpful to oneself.
At this moment, looking at this soul filled with resentment, the barefoot monk's frown barely relaxed.
"Why, is it so difficult?" Xu Zimo asked.
"In principle, it's not difficult, but since my cultivation is not very high, I'm afraid it might be difficult," the barefoot monk said honestly.
After all, if it were Jade Mountain Buddha or other Buddha Lords who were alive, then it would definitely not be difficult.
But only by himself, he understands how capable he is.
So don’t dare to jump to conclusions.
"Is it easy to practice the Buddhist Way of Transformation?" Xu Zimo asked.
He was preparing to practice a degree of enlightenment on his own.
Some things still need to be done on your own.
Hearing Xu Zimo's words, the barefoot monk first gave a wry smile.
Then he replied: "With your qualifications, I have no doubt that you can easily practice any method successfully.
But the Dharma of the Buddhist country is a bit special. I don’t know if you have ever understood it. "
"What's so special?" Xu Zimo asked.
"The so-called salvation is not a method, but the Buddhist method we practice."
"Buddhism is not about understanding, nor is it about people who are destined to be together, as long as they are people, they can practice it."
"This is the law of our Buddhist country."
"Sir, does it sound particularly easy? There is no threshold, but there must be a prerequisite for practicing Buddhism."
"What we practice is the method of penance."
"We must travel thousands of miles every day and chant the Dharma thousands of times, day after day, year after year."
"The Dharma will become deeper and deeper as time goes by. If there is no chanting of the Dharma one day, the previous efforts will be completely annihilated."
"And if this happens every day, then the Dharma will become more and more profound and multiply."
"Speaking of this, you should understand, sir. What we need to practice our penance method is perseverance and the accumulation of time."
This is the first time Xu Zimo has heard of this method.
However, he would not doubt the authenticity of the Barefoot Monk’s words.
He frowned slightly.
If so, I'm afraid things may be a little troublesome.
"Sir, there is actually another way."
