You've only been cultivating for a few years, and you're already talking about cultivating

Is it scary to be wrong?

Of course it's scary.

This means that everything I did in the past was wrong, and that the beliefs that have supported me all this time may be wrong!

The thing that cultivators in the tribulation stage fear most is "that they are wrong".

Once one's understanding is completely overturned, the magical power within the body that is entangled with the old understanding will go berserk, causing one to go astray and become possessed by demons.

This is the tribulation, which arises from the heart and cannot be escaped or avoided.

But for Zen wisdom, making mistakes is not terrible.

He looked at the three of them and smiled slightly.

There was no bitterness, no reluctance, and not even much weight in the smile; it was like a leaf falling from a tree, light and natural.

"You've proven me wrong," he said frankly. "I might be wrong."

"I'm not afraid of making mistakes. What I'm afraid of are meaningless mistakes."

Qi Fei looked at him and said, "No one is omniscient or omnipotent, so people make mistakes. Even I don't think I'm always right."

Except when he was in the Seven Illusion Sword Formation and affected by the illusion, he never believed that he was always right, and he was constantly verifying his own beliefs.

"Good." Zenji nodded.

Truly wise people are never afraid of making mistakes. What they fear is making mistakes without realizing it, knowing them but not admitting them, and admitting them but not changing their ways.

His lifelong ambition was never to become a Buddha himself, but to save all sentient beings and help them escape the sea of ​​suffering.

I vow not to become a Buddha until hell is emptied!

There is no hell for the dead in this world. Yet, there are countless people suffering in the human realm.

The human world is hell.

He used his own method to build the Alaya consciousness, so that all beings could see Amala and be liberated by him.

This method might be wrong. So what if it's wrong? We'll just find another method.

If the great vow to save the world could be accomplished so easily, then why has no one throughout history been able to do it?

"Fellow Daoist, you also have compassion in your heart. What can you teach me?" Zen Wisdom asked Qi Fei humbly.

At this moment, he was not a Golden Core cultivator with supreme magical power, but a humble person who had realized his mistake and wanted to learn from him.

He sensed Qi Fei's great compassion from their two conversations, so he sought his advice.

What he used to hate most was that some cultivation levels had a reason.

He now possesses high cultivation, but he does not use it to suppress others.

He didn't become the person he hated the most.

Qi Fei shook his head.

"I don't know if I'm right or wrong," he said. "All I can say is that matter generates consciousness, and the root of everything is still matter."

"Once material needs are met, we can then teach and guide people to a world of great harmony, where they can save themselves. As for whether this is the only path we can take, or whether it is right or wrong, I don't know."

"All I know is that practice is the way to test the truth. Theory must be unified with practice."

He wasn't sure if this path would work in this world, but it was the best path he could think of at the moment.

Sometimes you feel like the world is wrong, but that doesn't mean you're right. It's also possible that both the world and you are wrong!

Zenzhi listened and nodded slightly.

“Good,” he said. “The Way cannot be understood without proof. Enlightenment only leads to delusion.”

No matter how good your ideas are, if they don't come to fruition in reality, they are ultimately just castles in the air.

He had been thinking about saving all sentient beings since he was young. He thought about it for a very long time, for countless days and nights, before he finally made up his mind to build Alaya.

That was a method he decided to implement after much deliberation. It was also at that time that he became a Golden Core cultivator.

He had never doubted before whether the methods of the Alaya consciousness of sentient beings were correct.

Now, he has doubts.

This in itself is a gain.

What was wrong was his method, not his path.

He needs to think about what to do next before he acts. He needs to verify his ideas through practice, just as he is doing now.

The Way cannot be understood without proof!

"Thank you for your guidance, fellow Daoist."

He took something out of his sleeve, no bigger than the palm of his hand—a small boat.

It is made entirely of wood with clear grain and a slightly upturned bow.

"You were previously pursued by Ksitigarbha's followers, so this small boat is given to you as an apology. May you have a smooth voyage."

With a push of his hand, the small boat floated up lightly, like a leaf blown by the wind, and gently landed beside Qi Fei, hovering in mid-air.

Then, Zenji burst into laughter.

"Do not worry about having no friends on the road ahead, for who in the world does not know you?"

"Fellow Daoist, until we meet again."

Before he finished speaking, his figure had already vanished.

"What's wrong with him...?" Lei Leilei looked around. "He really left? And he even gave you a flying boat magic artifact?"

He thought the three of them were going to have a bloody battle with Zenji, and in the end it might be like throwing an egg against a rock.

As a result... Zenzhi not only admitted his mistake, but also gave Qi Fei a small boat?

Qi Fei held the small boat in his hand and refined it with his magic power. The small boat seemed to come alive and emitted a faint blue light.

In just a few dozen breaths, he had refined the small boat.

Every texture and every line inside and outside the ship was clearly reflected in his consciousness, like an extra part of his own body.

This boat has no other use than transportation.

It can not only navigate rivers and seas, but also fly.

When flying, it can be large or small, large enough to accommodate three to five people sitting side by side, or small enough to be tucked into a sleeve. The hull has a thin layer of light that can block wind and rain, as well as withstand strong winds in the air and huge waves at sea.

The small boat needs no oars or sails; it can move forward quickly and steadily simply by being infused with magic.

Simple and clean, without a single unnecessary element.

What caught Qi Fei's attention was a line of small characters engraved on the stern of the small boat: "The sea of ​​suffering is boundless, but turning back is the shore." It was likely a magical artifact crafted by Chan Zhi himself, hence the inscription.

"They must have left."

Qi Fei tucked the small boat into his sleeve, turned to look at Chan Kong, and said with a touch of emotion, "No wonder your Chanxin Temple was converted by him. Look at his magnanimity."

Zen Kong gave a wry smile and remained silent.

The Golden Core cultivator, in front of several juniors at the True Observation, Tribulation, and Three Pure Realms stages, admitted that he might be wrong.

They even regard a rogue cultivator in the Guanzhen Realm as a "fellow Daoist," not judging each other by magical power or cultivation level, but exchanging knowledge and understanding.

Such magnanimity far surpasses those monks at Chanxin Temple who claim "all dharma is empty" yet refuse to admit their mistakes.

"This is what a Golden Core cultivator is like," Chan Kong said.

He was truly convinced. Not just verbally, but in his heart.

He asked himself, if he were in Zenzhi's position, sitting by the sea, and someone with a much lower level of cultivation pointed at him and said, "You may be wrong," could he really say, like Zenzhi, "Thank you for teaching me"?

he can not.

He thought about it and realized that it wasn't that he couldn't, but that he didn't dare to.

He dared not face the fact that he might be wrong, for fear that "I am wrong" would overturn his spiritual practice.

This is not just a matter of temperament, but also a difference in cultivation level. It is the invisible, intangible, yet real chasm between the Golden Core stage and the Tribulation stage.