Changsheng: I, Cao, can see the prompt

Chapter 679 Treating the symptoms rather than the root cause

In the void, Cao Wei walked under the thunder tribulation and came to the edge of the boundary membrane of the Lingxuan Realm. He lowered his eyes and looked down. His indifferent gaze penetrated the vast time and space and took in all the perfect cultivators in the fusion stage.

On the vast sea of ​​Dongsheng Shenzhou, Qin Feng, who had originally been prepared to take the opportunity to survive the calamity, suddenly felt a sense of alarm in his heart.

The next moment, Qin Feng seemed to fall into a gray world. Before he could react, figures appeared one after another in all directions.

Then, a pair of eyes slowly emerged in the sky, like two bright moons, looking down from above.

As soon as he arrived at this unknown place, Qin Feng stretched out his hand and grasped it. With the appearance of a faint light, a black flagpole appeared in his hand. The Ten Thousand Souls Banner moved without wind, making a rustling sound.

In the upper right corner of the banner, there is a blazing sun hanging high in the sky, with a golden crow appearing in the middle of the sun. Below it is a hibiscus tree, with eight red suns floating between the tree. In the upper left corner, there is a crescent moon, with a jade toad sitting in the moon.

Between the sun and the moon, there sat a man with a human head and a snake body. His eyes were tightly closed, and his messy black hair covered most of his face. A long, fiery red tail circled around him, like a divine light.

As soon as this life-saving treasure appeared, the man suddenly opened his eyes, escaped from the banner, lifted his messy hair, and revealed an appearance that was exactly the same as Qin Feng.

All around him, black fog rolled, with countless ghost shadows lurking around, ghosts crying and wolves howling, and strong winds and sandstorms.

He looked up at the two bright moons in the sky with an extremely solemn expression.

Not far from him, a young man with raised eyes and long slender eyebrows narrowed his eyes slightly. On his palm was a dark red blood bead. The bead seemed to contain a vast and endless sea of ​​blood, surging endlessly.

He chuckled and said to himself, "Brother, have you noticed me too? I thought I was keeping a low profile enough. But there's no need to make such a big fuss. With your power, who dares to challenge you?"

While speaking, he glanced at Qin Feng and said with a smile: "Now, are you Qin Feng, Cang Ling, Donghua, or..."

Having said this, he stopped abruptly. Bingzheng, the Blood God Son, did not continue speaking, for fear of breaking a taboo.

Upon hearing this, Qin Feng responded calmly: "Master Mingxin is not an easy person to deal with. With your cultivation level, you are far from being able to turn the tables."

"You and I are in a similar situation, whose situation is easier than whose?" Bingzheng said slowly.

Having said that, he looked up at the sky and sighed, "Alas, the last period of this Yuan has already passed halfway, and there are only 7,000 years left. You Yuan has fallen, and I don't know how long I have to wait for this position to transcend the tribulation that has finally been vacated. The later it gets, the slimmer the chance will be!"

"You can give it a try!" Qin Feng sneered.

As soon as he finished speaking, his spiritual thoughts burst out from his body and transmitted to a middle-aged man in plain clothes thousands of miles away, saying, "Fellow Daoist Wuxiang, how are you?"

Hearing this, Wu Xiang said calmly, "The Cang Ling I knew is dead. You are not him."

"I am him too!" Qin Feng said with a smile.

"Whether it is or not, it doesn't matter. In this Yuanhui, the Lingxuan Realm has only one or two fruits of immortality left. You and I have no chance. Let's wait until the next Yuanhui!" Wuxiang said slowly.

"You have not yet reached the Tribulation Period, so you naturally still have a chance. But I am different. If I fail in this era, I will have no chance in the next era." Qin Feng said slowly.

After saying this, he sighed softly, tightly gripped the Ten Thousand Souls Banner, his eyes full of unwillingness.

Seeing this, Wu Xiang said calmly: "There are still more than 7,000 years left, why bother to kill yourself now? Even if you can still exert the strength of the Tribulation Crossing Stage in a short period of time, Xuan Hong was able to kill You Yuan in such a short time, so how could he not kill you? Take a step back, and the world will be brighter."

"It's really surprising that Fellow Daoist Wuxiang cares so much about me!" Qin Feng said slowly.

“I just don’t want Xuanhong to commit murder again!” Wuxiang shook his head slightly.

At this point, he looked at Bingzheng and said slowly, "You'd better take care of yourself. Don't think that just because you have devoured more than a dozen Blood God Sons over the years, you have the strength to compete with Xuanhong. If you really take action, Master Mingxin will not help you."

Upon hearing this, Bingzheng said in a deep voice: "Senior, your temperament has changed a lot now! It seems that the incense you have enjoyed from the White Horse Temple over the years has finally affected you."

At this point, he shook his head slightly and said, "I really don't understand why Sakyamuni Buddha and the Great Wilderness Divine Court created the way of incense and divine duties. It really does more harm than good."

For the cultivators in the Lingxuan Realm, after reaching the stage of transformation, the spiritual energy between heaven and earth can no longer meet their needs.

In addition, these monks also face another problem. If they do not have a divine position, they cannot receive the offerings of grains from all living beings. They can only eat humans to survive in order to fill their own unspeakable emptiness.

In their eyes, this matter was beautified and called as acting in accordance with one's own will!
It was like Cao Wei brought Zhu Jin from the "Taiyin Heaven" to the lower world of Lingxuan, Beijuluzhou. Although he was the Five Treasures Protector of the White Horse Temple at that time, he did not touch the incense, so naturally he faced this problem.

During the days of practicing in Yuanchen Mountain, Zhu Jin could not bear it any longer, so he often went out to have a good meal.

However, Cao Wei suppressed the emptiness in his heart with great willpower and practiced meditation for thousands of years.

Upon hearing this, Wu Xiang chuckled and asked, "How could I not know the disadvantages of incense? Just to be honest, let me ask you a question. You were originally a mortal, but you became a cultivator. You have practiced and reached the fusion stage. Are you still a human? Or in your eyes, are mortals your fellow race?"

Hearing this, Bingzheng chuckled and said calmly, "When Yunhai and Xiaguang sent me to lurk in the Yueshu clan, from then on, I was no longer a member of the so-called Western Wasteland human race. What's the point of you saying this now?"

At this point, his face darkened, and he said in a cold voice: "Now in my eyes, there is only the level of cultivation, and there is no longer any difference in race or bloodline. Wuxiang, are you still too narrow-minded, or have you become the Vajra Guardian of the White Horse Temple in the past thousands of years since you ascended to the Lingxuan Realm, and have become greedy for incense and no longer want to make progress?"

A colorful peacock flew in from the sky, landed beside Wuxiang, and transformed into a human form.

Ming Yong said slowly, "Fellow Daoist Wuxiang, incense is not a good thing! You are already in Sakya Heaven, you can just absorb the small worlds below as offerings, why do you have to cling to incense?"

The three spiritual realms of Linghuan, Lingxuan and Linglong are the great worlds, each of which has hundreds or thousands of small worlds under its jurisdiction.

In the thirty-three heavens of the Lingxuan Realm, the reason why the cultivators in the upper realm do not face the problem of hunger and emptiness in the heart like the cultivators in the lower realm is that the usual solution is to absorb the power of those small thousand worlds, transform it into the earth, and nourish their own cultivation.

What Mingyong said now also represented the inquiries of its master, Venerable Taiyin.

Upon hearing this, Wuxiang clasped his hands together and said, "Buddha, have mercy on me! The reason why the Tathagata established the religion and preached the scriptures was not for the sake of popularity, but to find a way to make all beings equal." As soon as he finished speaking, everyone disappeared almost at the same time in this gray world.

Ming Yong returned to the "Tayin Heaven" and was led by the Taiyin Venerable into his temple, the "Guanghan Qingxu Palace", and came under the Yuepo Jade Cinnamon tree.

Venerable Taiyin leaned against the osmanthus tree, stroking the white crane in his arms, and asked slowly, "What does Wuxiang say?"

"My Lord..." Ming Yong said puzzledly.

Even though it was forcibly taken away by Cao Wei and trapped in the other party's newly formed small world, how could what happened there be hidden from the eyes and ears of the Mahayana cultivators?

Hearing this, Venerable Taiyin said calmly, "How can Xuan Hong be compared with those ordinary cultivators who have transcended the tribulation? In his small thousand worlds, even I cannot spy on him."

Then he said leisurely: "This time, Senior Sansheng shook the laws of the Mysterious Spirit Realm, and used its origin to temporarily seal the long river of time, causing the immortal fruit that was bred this time to wither before it matured. The birth of the next immortal fruit may take another six thousand years."

Having said this, Taiyin closed his eyes and began to think.

After a long while, He sighed softly and said to himself, "So that's how it is. You faked your death and escaped from the world. Now you are hiding in the remains of your immortal body and living in Shiheng's body. I wonder why Xuanji imprisoned me in the Linglong Realm from the beginning, and why Heishan returned my old body that was cut off so easily."

"It turns out that I have always been nothing more than a smoke screen to deceive people. In the eyes of these old guys, it has always been Mu Xuan, and I am not qualified to be on the stage."

Upon hearing this, Ming Yong sighed and said, "It's a pity that this old servant is so weak that he can't help the Lord."

"You should comprehend the five-colored divine light contained in the remains of your ancestors as soon as possible. Perhaps it will be of some use! Your ancestor is the first peacock in the world, a congenital god and demon. Even if only the remains are left now, it is still a rare treasure in the world." Taiyin said slowly.

"I will try my best to comprehend it!" Ming Yong said solemnly.

"What did Wuxiang say?" asked Venerable Taiyin.

“What fellow Daoist Wuxiang said about the way of incense and fire is the way that Venerable Sakyamuni explored the equality of all living beings.” Mingyong responded.

Upon hearing this, Venerable Taiyin opened his eyes, and a strange color flashed in his eyes.

After a few breaths, He laughed at himself and said slowly, "Little Peacock, Shakya was Randeng in his previous life and was once a direct disciple of Zhuying. Xuanji was also a direct disciple of Sanyuan. But in the end, these two pairs of master and disciple had different paths and could not work together. The title of master and disciple only existed in name only."

At this point, Taiyin chuckled and said, “By the way, Xuanji and Shakya are close friends who share life and death!”

"Then why did Venerable Xuanji seize the incarnation of Venerable Sakya?" Ming Yong asked puzzledly.

It has often accompanied Venerable Taiyin. Over the past thousands of years, it has heard some secrets about Mahayana monks.

The extraterritorial demon Poxun was once the incarnation of Sakyamuni, but before Xuan Ji attained the Mahayana path, he had already been subdued by Xuan Ji using the Mysterious Soul Technique.

Hearing this, Taiyin said slowly, "Xuan Ji secretly used her magical powers to cause the Linghuan Realm to perish ahead of time. This matter had been planned for who knows how many years. He took his incarnation in order to save his friend's life. As long as Shakya is willing, he can naturally give up his original body and reincarnate into that incarnation, entrusting his Dao fruit to the origin of the Linglong Realm's Dao principles, and he doesn't need to be buried with the Linghuan Realm. Xuan Ji, an old guy who has lived for tens of millions of years, still has this little bit of softness in his heart, which is rare."

"Venerable Sakya chose to extend the life of the Linghuan Realm, which is a pity for Venerable Xuanji's good intentions." Ming Yong sighed lightly.

"Everyone has their own choice, and they have to bear the consequences themselves." Venerable Taiyin said calmly.

At this point, He sighed softly, "The Great Wilderness Divine Court bestows divine positions, and widely bestows divine positions on cultivators of all races, those who have passed the tribulation, and even those who have reached the Mahayana stage, and incorporates them into the system. And the many gods under the command of the Great Wilderness Divine Court only obey the orders of the Lord of the Divine Court. But Shakya wants to go a step further on this basis, and seek the law of equality for all beings through the way of incense and fire. Wonderful!"

"My lord, I am confused and hope you can help me solve this puzzle!" Ming Yong said slowly.

As soon as he finished speaking, a ball of dim light flew out from his body and transformed into the appearance of Cao Wei.

He just said slowly, "This method is only a temporary solution. People eat fodder, deer eat rice, maggots eat meat, crows eat mice, this is the way of heaven. Monks eat all living things, this is also the way of heaven. What I don't understand is that a person like the Buddha would spend his mind on these things. It's better to follow the will of heaven and why bother yourself with troubles?"

After hearing this, Ming Yong was still confused, but whether it was Taiyin or Cao Wei, they had already understood each other's meaning.

Although monks are born as mortal beings, once they embark on the path of cultivation, as their own strength increases, their mentality will naturally change greatly, and in the end they will inevitably adopt a condescending attitude.

Most of them would not consider mortal beings, even mortal beings of their own race, to be of the same species as themselves.

For example, when ordinary people walk, they won’t care if they step on an ant on the road.

In Shakya's eyes, this is a kind of alienation.

All living beings use their wishes to turn into incense and offer it to the high and mighty monks, unknowingly transforming them into the appearance they have in mind. The monks who receive the offerings no longer have to endure the unspeakable emptiness.

To some extent, this is mutually beneficial.

Of course, what is more important is that from now on, all living beings have an important means to restrain the monks.

This is a way to deal with the alienation of monks.

"Congratulations to Xuanhong for his advancement and tribulation." Venerable Taiyin said slowly.

Hearing this, Cao Wei looked at the white crane in the other party's arms and said calmly, "It's a pity that you are protecting fellow Daoist Xuan Gao, otherwise I wouldn't have to go to You Yuan to find trouble."

“You absolutely can’t do that. My disciple asked me to take care of Xuan Gao before he died. You cannot kill him at will.” Taiyin chuckled.

"Fellow Daoist Bo Shang did not forget his mount before he died. He is really loyal and righteous!" Cao Wei said slowly.

Hearing this, Taiyin glanced at Mingyong beside him and said lightly, "You can go down first. You don't need to fight for this Yuanhui. Wait for the next Yuanhui."

(End of this chapter)