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

Alaya is the eternal home of all beings, where they will not suffer.

When those words were spoken, the entire Alaya consciousness trembled.

Those ant-sized figures, some standing, some sitting, some kneeling, all lowered their heads at this moment.

Their shoulders trembled, their backs bent, and tears rolled down their faces, some falling to the ground, some hanging on their cheeks, and some being caught by the elves before they even hit the ground, held on their wings, sparkling like pearls.

They were weeping silently; they had experienced the bitterness of life.

Everyone's suffering is different, but everyone feels that they are suffering.

In reality, no one understands them, no one cares about them. Only here can they find comfort and understanding, and stop them from crying.

Even after they die, this will always be their home!

What compassion and mercy this is! How could we not let them weep silently!

Among them was that cultivator from the Five Cauldrons Sect.

His pale, angular face was devoid of its sinister look, its murderous intent, and the ruthlessness he had displayed when chasing Chan Kong.

Only tears.

Two lines of tears streamed down his face, down the sides of his nose, and all the way to his chin.

In this Alaya, he saw Amala.

Everything, everything in the past, is like a dream, a bubble, a shadow.

Cultivation techniques, elixirs, cultivation level, status—these things he once clung to now seem as light as a speck of dust blown by the wind.

He once thought he was walking on a road to heaven, but now when he looked back, it was just a narrow alley with high walls on both sides and only a sliver of sky above. He had walked with his head down for so many years, thinking that the sky was only that wide.

Now, the sky has opened.

He slowly raised his head, his lips slightly moving, and together with countless other beings, he uttered that sentence in unison.

"Following the great vow, we will deliver all those suffering in the sea of ​​misery."

Again and again.

The sound reverberated within Alaya, crashing against the golden city walls, the surface of the River of Light, and the glassy leaves, echoing layer upon layer.

Qi Fei sat there, the silvery-white light steadily surrounding him, neither increasing nor decreasing.

He looked at the weeping beings and listened to the repeated chants of "Follow the Great Vow," but his expression remained unchanged.

He only spoke when the voice gradually faded away.

"If all beings are equal," he asked, "why are they of different sizes?"

All living beings raised their heads, looked at each other, then looked down at themselves, and then at the silver-white giant in the distance.

They are indeed of different sizes.

Some are taller, some are shorter, some are fatter, some are thinner, while the golden Buddha and Qi Fei are as majestic as mountains.

Different sizes.

The golden Buddha smiled slightly and replied, "Within the Alaya consciousness, size is what sentient beings perceive through their own minds."

Qi Fei nodded, then asked, "Since they are different sizes, is there a difference in their relative value?"

"Since there are superior and inferior," Qi Fei continued without waiting for him, "how can there be equality?"

equality.

If all beings are equal, why are some tall and some short?

If all beings are equal, why are some people in this city while others are in the sea of ​​suffering outside that city?

The golden Buddha looked at Qi Fei and frowned.

Qi Fei looked at him with a smile.

The idea that everyone should be equal contradicts the concept of "contradiction."

Unless everyone is exactly the same!

They are the same height, the same appearance, the same thoughts, the same experiences, the same hardships, the same joys, the same past, and the same future.

But as long as they are different, there will be differences.

With differences, there is no absolute equality.

Qi Fei wanted to say something more.

The words were just on his lips when he suddenly heard the four words "spreading heresies and misleading the public." His vision blurred, and when he could see clearly again, he was already in the forest.

A withered tree, fallen leaves, a bald monk beside me, and faint sunlight filtering through the remaining gaps in the tree canopy.

This is not the other space we just saw, but reality.

Zen Kong stood a few steps in front of him, motionless, like a clay sculpture.

The Five Cauldrons Sect cultivators in the distance remained motionless, still holding up the yellow banner, their posture as if frozen in place.

Qi Fei was stunned for a moment.

"?"

He blinked, then blinked again.

No, what's going on?

He was just sitting in the Alaya consciousness, debating face to face with that golden Buddha, exchanging one question after another until the Buddha was speechless, and he was about to press his advantage.

Then, in a flash, the person was back?

Qi Fei stood in the woods and finally realized what was happening.

So... they kicked him out because they couldn't win an argument?

He felt a kind of inexplicable speechlessness, like arguing with someone in an online group and then being kicked out of the group.

We're having a proper debate, and you're not letting me speak?

Qi Fei shook his head; he felt that there was something strange about the Min Kingdom.

First, people everywhere asked, "Did you hear the bell?" Then, the streets were filled with slogans like "Follow the Great Vow." When he finally heard the bell, he realized that those people were obsessed with the spiritual realm.

This place is no longer safe to stay.

He needs to leave early.

At this moment, "Sword" suddenly said, "Man, what happened just now?"

Qi Fei replied, "I was just pulled into a mysterious mental space by someone... Now is not the time to explain, let's run away quickly."

As soon as he moved, taking two steps, Zen Kong beside him suddenly moved.

First, one finger trembled, then his shoulder relaxed, and then he took a deep breath as if he had been pulled out of the water, and his eyes opened suddenly.

"Big guy," Zenkong's voice was filled with relief, "thanks to you, I'm back."

Within Alaya, he remained standing in Qi Fei's palm, shrunk to the size of a bean, enveloped by the silvery-white light emanating from Qi Fei's body.

The light shielded him from many things, preventing him from being enveloped by the sound of the Alaya bell like other beings.

When Qi Fei was "kicked" out, he followed him out.

"What the hell is going on?" Qi Fei turned to look at him, his belly full of questions that he had been holding in all the way, and now he finally found someone to ask.

"Why is Zenxin Temple gone? What were you monks doing? How could you let him become so powerful, able to create such a vast mental space, even interfering with reality!"

He asked questions quickly, one after another, like a machine gun.

Just as Chan Kong was about to explain, the Five Cauldrons Sect cultivators in the distance made a move.

His movements were a step slower than Zenkong's. He first moved his fingers, then his wrist, and after a slight movement, he finally regained his human form.

But when he opened his eyes, he neither looked at Qi Fei nor at Chan Kong.

Those eyes were different from before; the sinister and ruthless expression they once held was gone.

Instead, there was a gentle, calm, and somewhat dazed gaze, as if one had just woken from a beautiful dream and was not yet willing to fully open their eyes.

He muttered something under his breath.

"Following the great vow, we will deliver all those suffering in the sea of ​​misery."