There are no ancestors at all; I made them all up.

Chapter 311 How can they be the same?

Seeing that the old monk Jingyan was still standing in front of him, the young monk Xuantan frowned slightly and shook his head.

"Fine, let's use some methods."

Without saying another word, he put his hands together in prayer, and a solemn, ancient, and vast aura suddenly emanated from his body!

"Om-"

Behind him, the void twisted, and a blurry yet supremely majestic phantom of a Buddha appeared!

Although the phantom was not clear, its status was extremely high. As soon as it appeared, a terrifying pressure surged forth like mountains collapsing and rivers falling, instantly enveloping the entire Kuchan Temple!
The Buddhist chanting surged forth, heavy as lead and mercury!
"Uh!"

The old monk Jingyan, who was the first to be hit, turned pale and his body burst with Buddhist light. However, the light immediately flickered violently, like a candle flickering in the wind. He stumbled back several steps, leaving shallow marks on the bluestone slab with each step.
The other monks from all directions, regardless of their level of cultivation, all felt a sudden heaviness in their bodies, and their Buddhist thoughts became even heavier. Their internal magical power stagnates, making it difficult for them to even stand. They all showed expressions of horror.

Even the old monks and ancient monks who were cultivating in seclusion deep in the temple felt a tremor in their hearts, and Buddhist thoughts suddenly surged in their minds, disturbing their thoughts!

"This is the aura of a Buddha! A Buddha is questioning us!"

The entire Kuchan Temple fell silent in the blink of an eye, thanks to the young monk's single thought!

But what he relied on was not his cultivation level, but rather the restraint and suppression based on his social status!
"Ok?"

But amidst this immense pressure, there was a place where a faint aura was emerging, resisting the sudden pressure that was directed at the Buddhist intent in everyone's hearts!

This drew the attention of the young monk.

It was the courtyard where Chen Qing was.

Huiming and several other monks were guarding outside the courtyard. They were initially intimidated by the oppressive aura, and their bodies and minds were suppressed. But suddenly, a ripple spread out from the courtyard, which instantly dispelled all the strangeness and allowed them to recover.

For a moment, the monks looked at each other in bewilderment.

The monk Huiming understood immediately.

"Only a true Buddha can fight against a true Buddha!"

He then gave a few instructions and strode towards the front courtyard!

"They've actually awakened to this extent?"

On the other side, after the young monk withdrew his gaze, there was a hint of surprise in his eyes, but he quickly concealed it. Then, he formed a mudra with his hands, and his aura actually rose a few more times!

"Buzz!"

Suddenly, the Three Lives Mirror hanging above the temple spun around, its surface radiating a bright light. A condensed beam of light descended, barely managing to withstand the pervasive, terrifying pressure!
The monks in the temple suddenly felt a lightness in their bodies, and the suffocating pressure eased dramatically. They gasped for breath, still shaken.

Xuan Tan, the Buddhist disciple, looked up at the ancient mirror that shimmered with clear light and said indifferently, "Although Venerable Ku Chan has passed away for ten thousand years, his legacy still protects you."

Then, his gaze fell upon the old monk Jingyan, whose face was pale, and he said indifferently, "Alright, lead the way."

The old monk Jingyan's expression changed, his chest heaving with blood and qi, but he did not respond.

Just then, the monk Huiming, who had just arrived, stepped forward, raised one palm, bowed, and said, "Amitabha, Master Xuantan is a guest from afar. Since you wish to see Benefactor Chen, let this humble monk lead the way for you."

As he spoke, he gave a wink to a clever young novice monk behind him.

The young novice monk understood, quietly retreated into the crowd, and then quickly walked towards the hermitage that Chen Qingjing had built in the backyard.

Xuan Tan glanced at Huiming, neither agreeing nor disagreeing, and simply said, "Very well, you lead the way."

“Buddha’s disciple, please follow this humble monk.” Huiming said no more and turned to lead the way.

Xuan Tan, the Buddhist disciple, stepped forward and followed. Wherever he went, the monks in the temple subconsciously lowered their heads and gave way. No one dared to look directly at his sharp edge. Even the idlers who came from all directions retreated!
at the same time.

In the backyard, Mang Shou Tuo stood guard at the gate, his aura concealed.

Behind him, Zheng Qingtian, Ling Jue, Yun Shuyue, and others also had solemn expressions and were subtly raising their breaths.

Although the terrifying pressure from the front courtyard had been largely neutralized by the mirror light, they could still clearly feel the oppressive aura from the backyard. They were naturally filled with doubt and uncertainty, worried that something might happen that would involve Chen Qing.

Originally, Murong Gu was stationed here, but such a person could not stay here for long. He left three days ago, leaving Murong Zhiqing here. Now, she is guarding Chen Qing's gate just like everyone else.

"Ugh!"

Suddenly, just as everyone was on edge, a sigh came from the side.

At this moment, everyone was suspicious and fearful. The sudden sound made them look in the direction of the sound, only to see an old man dressed in linen clothes.

The old man had entered the courtyard at some point and sat on a stone chair in the courtyard, holding a wine pot in one hand and a wine cup in the other, pouring himself a drink. When everyone looked at him, he grinned and said, "Look at you all, all of you combined are no match for the man in the house who can slap you. What are you all doing protecting him at his door?"

"Who are you! When did you arrive?!" Mang Shou Tuo's heart skipped a beat, and he immediately glared angrily.

Just then, a rapid knocking sound came from the courtyard gate, drawing everyone's attention. When they turned around to look, the old man in hemp clothing had vanished without a trace!
"Ok?"

For a moment, everyone felt a chill. Mang Shou Tuo rushed to Chen Qing's door and was only slightly relieved to see that the doors and windows showed no signs of being disturbed.

"Who is it...?"

Just then, Zheng Qingtian opened the courtyard gate.

The young novice monk assigned by Huiming rushed forward, panting, and said urgently, "Esteemed benefactors, something terrible has happened! The Buddhist disciple Xuantan from the Golden Summit of the Western Desert has arrived at the temple and is heading this way! Master Jingyan was intimidated by his imposing presence, and Senior Brother Huiming is leading the way to delay him! Judging from his demeanor, he is likely up to no good!"

"What?!" Upon hearing this, Mang Shou Tuo's thick eyebrows shot up. He no longer cared about the old man in hemp robes and said, "What is the background of this so-called Buddhist disciple? Your entire Kuchan Temple is full of experts and has a formidable array, yet you couldn't stop him alone?"

The young novice monk hurriedly explained, "This Buddhist disciple Xuan Tan is no ordinary person! He is also a reincarnation of a true Buddha, and he has been jointly verified by the Golden Summit of the Western Desert, the Great Wheel Temple, and the Little Sumeru Mountain, possessing the strengths of all three Buddhist schools! Although his cultivation has not yet fully recovered from his previous life due to reincarnation, his status is extremely high and his position is revered! If he speaks, even if my abbot were here, I'm afraid he wouldn't be able to forcefully disobey him!"

"Hmm?" Mang Shou Tuohu's eyes widened. "Why would someone like this run off to this place, thousands of miles away, instead of staying in his own temple to cultivate and recover his magical power?"

"They say they heard that Benefactor Chen has a connection to Buddhism, so they came to see him and want to take him as a disciple!" The young novice's voice grew softer as he spoke. "Actually, seeing how sincerely we treat Benefactor Chen, the other families couldn't sit still anymore. They pushed this guy out and wanted to forcibly take him away! Gentlemen, please persuade Benefactor Chen. As long as he holds fast to his faith, no matter how eloquently others speak, it will be useless!"

After hearing this, the veins on Mang Shoutuo's forehead throbbed.

"The young master is currently in seclusion, comprehending profound skills, and cannot be disturbed. If anything were to happen, it would be a sin! But if we allow that damned Buddhist disciple to barge in and forcibly interrupt the young master's cultivation, disturbing his mind, we would regret it even more!"

But then he thought that if the reincarnation of the true Buddha was really powerful, his young master would be caught off guard and might suffer a great loss, so he finally made a decision.

Inside the hermitage, Chen Qing sat cross-legged like a pine tree, his body radiating Buddhist light.

During these seven days, he focused intently on the Lotus Platform Illumination Profound Mantra, using it as a foundation to refine his soul, dispel the residual Brahma-like power caused by the pressure of the wondrous truth, and solidify his own Daoist beliefs.

Within the Purple Mansion, the chaotic incense and vow power that had been severed was also firmly suppressed by this method, making it difficult to cause any disturbance.

Not only that……

Chen Qing suddenly formed a hand seal, and specks of light flew out from between his eyebrows, flowing like a river of stars and swirling around his body. As the Lotus Platform Awakening and Profound Mantra was activated, his divine sense became more and more refined, constantly rising. After a few breaths, he gradually touched a strange boundary that was both hazy and vast!

It seemed to be a vast world constructed from the light of the spirit, boundless and seemingly both real and unreal.

Deep within the Purple Mansion, half of the Demon Buddha Dao Fruit trembled slightly, emitting a silent Buddhist aura that resonated with the spiritual world, attempting to send Chen Qing's divine sense into that vast land!
However, even with Chen Qingchu's initial understanding of incantations, he was still unable to truly unleash them and could only linger on the edge.

"This strange spiritual world is an unexpected gain. It must contain the essence and secrets of Buddhism, but with my current level of cultivation, I am not yet able to enter it. I will try to explore it slowly in the future."

As the thought crossed his mind, he withdrew his spiritual senses and slowly opened his eyes.

"This spiritual world is extremely profound. Just by approaching it with my divine sense, I feel my wisdom increase and my mind becomes more settled. Its effects are much stronger than the Samadhi True Fire Talisman or the Tathagata Talisman. If I can stay there to comprehend it, the gains will surely be astonishing..."

He pondered its profound mystery, and as his thoughts calmed, a sudden thought struck him.

"Counting the days, it's almost time to wake up from this dream. This time, I've gained a lot from this dream. Not only did I obtain the Bronze Goblet, but I also acquired three Buddhist profound techniques. The investigation into the Demon Buddha's Dao Fruit has also made some progress. However, the waters here are getting deeper and deeper. I still need to carefully plan how to proceed."

His mind raced, weighing whether he should use the Dao Mark Wedge to prolong this dream.

"If we were to wake up from this dream now and not continue it, allowing things to develop unchecked, many plans, while not necessarily interrupted, would be out of control, and it would be hard to say how things would change afterward..."

As Chen Qing was thinking, the half of the Demon Buddha Dao Fruit suddenly trembled, sending out a warning signal!
So, with a thought, he swept his divine sense outward and sensed a vast, ancient Buddhist aura, with a hint of decay, approaching his location!

"Hmm? This aura... is it the true Buddha's aura? No, that's not right..."

He carefully discerned that although the essence of that aura was high, it was like a rootless duckweed, lacking follow-through and revealing a certain weakness.

"So that's how it is! It's not a true Buddha descending to earth, but rather the reincarnation of a Buddha! The appearance of such a person must be because of the rumors about my true Buddha's reincarnation!"

Just then, Mang Shou Tuo's voice came from outside the door, and he quickly recounted the matter of the Buddhist disciple Xuan Tan through the door.

Chen Qing thought to himself, "Just as I thought."

As soon as Mang Shoutuo finished speaking...

"This humble monk, Xuan Tan, has come uninvited. I hope Benefactor Chen will show himself to me."

Xuan Tan's voice came, but unlike his arrogant attitude towards Jing Yan and the others, it sounded more peaceful: "I have heard that you possess the light of enlightenment and wisdom, and your spiritual roots are deeply planted. However, the illusions you have been exposed to since birth are profound, and your past life has obscured your true nature, like a pearl covered in dust. It is truly a pity. I have come here to guide you into my fold, to study the supreme Dharma together, and to help you quickly open your wisdom and regain enlightenment. I wonder what you think?"

Upon hearing this, Chen Qing did not rise. His voice came through the door: "Master, you have not been reincarnated for long, your magical powers have not been restored, and your past life is still unclear. You are still struggling to survive in the mortal world. How could you have the time to save me?"

There was a moment of silence outside the courtyard, then Xuan Tan said, “You are attached to appearances. The Diamond Sutra says, ‘The past mind is unattainable, the present mind is unattainable, and the future mind is unattainable.’ What did my past life, or how much power I possessed, have to do with saving you today? It is like a lamp; though small in itself, it can dispel the darkness of a thousand-year-old room. Although my cultivation in this life is shallow, the true meaning of Buddhism resides in my heart, guiding those who are lost. Why should I rely on my past supernatural powers?”

As he spoke, a faint golden Buddhist light flowed around him. It was not a deliberate display, but a manifestation of his Buddhist spiritual realm. Under the illumination of the light, the restlessness in the hearts of everyone in the courtyard was calmed down a little, and they felt as if they were listening to the wonderful Dharma.

“You are trapped by your ego, clinging to the idea of ​​superior or inferior cultivation and the amount of magical power you possess. You do not know that the vastness of Buddhism lies not in strength, but in the clarity of one’s nature. I have come here not to suppress you with force, but to transmit your mind to your mind and your nature to your nature.”

Beside him, the monk Huiming, who had followed, was taken aback and glanced sideways.

This style of conduct is inconsistent with the nature of this Buddhist disciple, but upon further reflection, this person is the reincarnation of the Buddha. How can he treat ordinary people the same as someone of equal status?

(End of this chapter)