Lord Kuye nodded, seeming to understand what Su Mo wanted to do.
The Demon-Conquering Tower rotates gently, turning into a golden shadow standing in the main hall...
The Demon-Conquering Tower has seven floors, which seem to completely correspond to the seven thoughts of people.
In Buddhist thought, people have seven evils, and seven thoughts are the root of the seven evils.
The seven floors of the Demon Subduing Tower also conquer the seven evils in human nature.
As for the Demon Subduing Tower in the hands of Venerable Dry Leaf, four of its floors are trapping the Demon Saint's four thoughts.
"I wonder what four thoughts the Venerable used to trap the Demon Saint?" Su Mo asked calmly as he looked at the Demon Subduing Tower.
Venerable Kuye sighed, "Amitabha, what the poor monk is trapped in is the demon saint's four thoughts that are most likely to cause misfortune, namely anger, fear, sorrow, and evil."
Su Mo sighed after hearing this... As expected.
The remaining three thoughts are joy, love, and desire...
No wonder the demon saint above the cold pool of clear water behaved like that.
Lord Withered Leaf waved his hand, and the first floor of the Demon Subduing Tower turned slightly, and a stream of light was released by Venerable Withered Leaf.
And the Demon-Conquering Tower seemed to become a little dim in an instant. As a holy weapon, it was very difficult to trap the soul of a saint.
Su Mo raised his hand and took it into his mind.
The Demon Saint is now lying in Su Mo's spiritual sea. He did not immediately let his spiritual thoughts return to the Demon Saint's body. He knew what would happen when the seven thoughts returned.
To avoid an accident, we can only wait until the matter is settled and return to Taoyuan Cave Heaven before letting the demon saint's four thoughts return.
When the time comes, there are four saints facing one demon saint, and it will be easier to face the demon saint who is thinking alone.
Especially evil and anger...
After Su Mo put away the thought of the Demon Saint, he looked at the dim Demon-Conquering Tower. He knew that today's Demon-Conquering Tower had lost its effect, and he could only wait until tomorrow to release the Demon Saint's next soul thought.
But great, he has other things to do!
Venerable Dead Leaf put away the dim Demon Subduing Tower, looked at the calm Su Mo and sighed deeply.
"I wonder if your Majesty has anything else to do?"
Su Mo turned to look at Yan Zhi and Shu Sheng, and saw that Shu Sheng and Yan Zhi had the same confused look in their eyes.
Su Mo smiled slowly, brushed his long sleeves, and turned his head to look at Venerable Dead Leaf.
Venerable Kuye looked very peaceful, as if everything in front of him was false.
"Your Majesty should be able to guess a thing or two." Su Mo said quietly.
Venerable Dry Leaf turned his head, faced the Baizhang Golden Buddha, and clasped his hands together: "Amitabha, I am a poor monk, and all of you are for the benefit of all the people in the world."
"If Your Majesty is blamed for this, this poor monk has nothing to say."
Su Mo asked coldly, "Is it because Venerable Ku Ye also thinks that the Ji Clan's genius can walk the ancient road to immortality by relying on the world's luck?"
"Amitabha..." Venerable Kuye nodded, "All suffering in the world is caused by the transcendence of the saint."
"The Buddha said that Dharma has no form and is empty, and all forms are suffering."
"Saints are like appearances, sufferings are like Dharma. There are too many saints in this world. To achieve a world without suffering, all saints need to ascend to heaven."
Many disasters in the world come from the happiness, joy and anger of the saints.
If you want to make the world without suffering, the best way is to make this world without saints!
Su Mo thought the same way back then, and so did the Confucian sages.
The Confucian sages opened up the divine realm and allowed the world to enter it, creating a world without cultivators.
However, because of the Immortal Monument, the world of those without cultivation has become a ghostland.
Today, Su Mo no longer thinks that way.
When the red mist invaded the ninth day, countless practitioners took action and saved the world...
Su Mo shook his head and sighed softly.
"But the Buddha also said: All appearances are false; all conditioned phenomena are like bubbles in dreams, like dew or lightning, and should be viewed as such."
"Perhaps the suffering in the world does not come from cultivation."
"The utensil has no appearance, and it is the person who is guilty."
What is wrong is never the 'tool', but the 'people's heart'.
Venerable Ku Ye was suddenly startled and slowly turned his head.
The Buddhist temple fell into a state of calm.
Shusheng and Yanzhi looked at Su Mo in surprise. They didn't expect that Su Mo also understood Buddhist verses.
The glow in Rouge's eyes seemed to reflect some kind of sparkle.
The Buddhist disciples in the Hanging Temple in the distance all looked stunned.
This 'Eternal Life Emperor' actually has a Buddha's heart!
"Your Majesty's Buddha nature seems to be extremely deep." Venerable Ku Ye looked at Su Mo, who was dressed in elegant white clothes, and looked at Su Mo's elegant and peaceful posture, with a look of surprise in his eyes.
Unlike others, Venerable Kuye heard the profound Buddha nature from Su Mo's short verse.
Su Mo shook his head slowly, "I have a good friend with whom I once had a discussion."
"Since it will take a few days to retrieve the demon saint's soul, I have an idea that I don't know if your lord can agree to."
Venerable Ku Ye stood up, clasped his hands together, and turned the beads in his hands lightly: "Your Majesty, please speak."
"Until the four souls of the Demon Saint are completely retrieved, I will live in this Hanging Temple." Su Mo smiled slightly, "I have nothing to do these days. How about I discuss the Tao with you, Your Majesty?"
As soon as these words came out, everyone's expressions became extremely exciting.
This emperor actually wanted to have a discussion with the Venerable Dry Leaf, the leader of ten thousand Buddhas...
Even the calligrapher's face became tangled, only Yan Zhi was in high spirits.
Venerable Kuye stared deeply at Su Mo and nodded slowly.
"As your Majesty said, I wonder what your Majesty wants to discuss today?"
Su Mo turned around calmly and walked out of the Buddhist temple. He stood in front of the temple door and looked at the square of land hanging in the void under his feet and the many cones standing above the clouds in the distance.
Everyone followed, and Venerable Dry Leaf walked to Su Mo's side and looked at the void.
"How about discussing rain with His Holiness today?"
Venerable Kuye shook his head, "This Hanging Temple stands above the clouds, and there will be no rain forever."
Su Mo smiled and said, "There will be."
As soon as the words fell, the Hanging Temple was shrouded in a cloud of ink.
The rain clouds that covered the sky formed in an instant and pressed on the top of the Hanging Temple. The space between heaven and earth seemed to dim for an instant.
Amidst the oppressive atmosphere, little drops of rain fell on the Hanging Temple.
The Hanging Temple is covered in gray...
The rain fell into everyone's eyes, forming continuous threads... and the air became moist in an instant.
"What do you think of the rain, Your Majesty?" Su Mo asked slowly.
Venerable Dry Leaf clasped his hands together and spoke softly: "This rain falls from the sky, like the lifetime of all living beings."
"Clouds are born, rain falls, and dust returns."
Observing rain and discussing Taoism seems to have become a common practice in discussing Buddhism. This question is not difficult.
Su Mo nodded, "Since rainwater is a living being, what do you think saints are?"
"Amitabha, all saints are the wind." Dead Leaf responded.
"The wind stirs up thousands of rains, and the rain moves with the wind. If there is no wind, these thousands of rains can fall naturally."
"This is also the reason why the poor monk wants to let all the saints ascend to heaven."
Su Mo smiled and turned to look at the dead leaves, "Your Majesty, do you think you are the wind?"
Dead Leaf nodded.
Su Mo sighed deeply, "But I feel that Your Majesty thinks too highly of himself..."
"All saints, it's just rain."
"Among the thousands of falling rains, those few are the luckiest ones."
"It was blown by the wind and fell to the ground and became a flower."
"One flower, one world, one Buddha, one Tathagata..."
Su Mo sighed deeply, with an indescribable sadness in his expression, "In my opinion, the wind is actually..."
"...Fate!"
