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

Those people had calm expressions and gentle tone, as if they were saying something very ordinary.

The Min and Yue people were originally separated by this pass, and their interactions were bound to involve some friction.

But at this moment, they walked together, mingled together, inseparable, no one argued, no one pushed or shoved, and no one even glanced at each other.

Just walking quietly, reciting.

Qi Fei stood by the roadside, watching this scene, and remained silent for a long time.

From this perspective, Chan Zhi did a good thing by preventing the Min and Yue people from going to war. However, these people are no longer who they once were.

Their "self" was affected and disturbed.

Besides these ordinary people, the cultivators who were originally patrolling the border also disappeared, which made it easy for Qi Fei and Chan Kong to enter the territory of Yue Kingdom.

To avoid unnecessary trouble, Zen Kong changed his clothes.

Qi Fei had assumed that he would find a quiet corner, change into a simple men's robe, and wear a hat to cover up his monk-like face.

Ke Chankong pulled out a garment from somewhere, unfolded it, and revealed it to be a grayish-blue robe. The material wasn't of high quality, but the style...

Qi Fei's eyelid twitched.

Zen Kong draped the clothes over his body, flicked his sleeves, looked him over from head to toe, and surprisingly nodded with satisfaction.

He twirled in front of Qi Fei, his wide, long sleeves fluttering in the breeze.

"No," Qi Fei couldn't help but ask, "why did you choose this outfit?"

He recognized the style of the clothes.

Men's clothing in the Yue Kingdom was largely the same as women's, both featuring cross-collar, right-fastening, wide robes and sleeves, and from a distance they looked quite similar.

However, the height of the neckline, the length of the waist, the width of the cuffs, and the few faint dark lines all undoubtedly illustrate this.

The robe that Zenkong was wearing was a woman's style.

Chan Kong looked down at his clothes, then looked up at Qi Fei with an innocent expression.

"Form is emptiness, emptiness is form," he said slowly. "All things are empty. What's the difference between men's and women's styles?"

"Originally, they were all clothes, all made of fabric, but because of people, there is a distinction between 'men's' and 'women's' styles."

When he asked "what's different?", he even flicked his sleeves twice.

Looking at his behavior, Qi Fei couldn't help but say, "I think you're just using this as an excuse to wear women's clothes."

"Benefactor," Chan Kong said with a smile, holding up a finger and waving it in front of Qi Fei, "you're attached to appearances, you're attached to appearances."

When he said this, his face showed three parts smugness, three parts composure, three parts self-righteousness, and one part that was hard to describe as irritating.

Is it that he really doesn't care, or does he really want to wear women's clothing?

who knows.

Forget it.

Qi Fei was too lazy to bother with this jerk.

Talking these things to a shameless monk is just plain crazy.

He can wear whatever he wants, but he should stay away from cross-dressing monks.

Qi Fei carefully examined the pass under the control of the bell.

The stalls on the street were arranged neatly, and people carrying loads, pushing carts, and walking each went their own way without pushing or shoving each other.

Even those lazybones who usually squat in the corner basking in the sun and dozing off are now sitting upright with their backs straight, chanting "Following the great vow, we will save all those suffering in the sea of ​​suffering."

It must be said that the order was far better than any of the passes, cities, towns and villages he had seen before.

But upon closer inspection, some things remain unchanged.

The people on the street, though chanting "following the great aspiration," though their expressions were peaceful and serene, though no one argued with anyone else, were still beggars.

The beggar squatted at the base of the wall, holding out a broken bowl, the bottom of which was empty.

The poor remained poor, wearing patched clothes, carrying heavy bundles of firewood, and walking hunched over down the street.

The rich man was still rich, sitting in the sedan chair with a corner of the curtain lifted, revealing a fair and clean face inside.

The master of the house was still the master, swaggering ahead. The servants were still servants, carrying tea and water, heads bowed, following closely behind.

Nothing has changed.

But they no longer felt bitter.

Qi Fei stood on the side of the street, watching an old man with a hunched back walk past him.

The old man was wearing straw sandals, and his face was covered in mud, but his eyes were bright, brighter than an old man should be.

He walked and chanted, chanting devoutly and peacefully, with even a slight smile on his lips.

Qi Fei knew what they were thinking.

In their eyes, whether rich or poor, master or servant, everyone is a part of "Alaya".

In the Alaya consciousness, they are equal, and they do not suffer.

The hardships of reality are not true hardships, the hardships of physical existence are not true hardships, and those days of hunger, cold, groveling, and being ordered around by others are not true hardships.

True suffering does not reside in the Alaya consciousness.

The real suffering is not hearing the bell.

Hearing the bell, in the Alaya consciousness, together with the sages, one realizes that Amala is not suffering.

Qi Fei stood there and watched for a long time.

Pedestrians walked past him one after another, some muttering, some silent, but none of them gave him a second glance.

They live in their own world, in the Alaya consciousness where "all beings are equal, joyful and peaceful," in a dream where they can obtain peace without changing anything, only by changing their own thoughts.

"Sigh!" he sighed.

"Benefactor, don't sigh," Chan Kong chimed in from a distance, his tone still as chuckled as ever. "Sighing today, sighing tomorrow, will it kill Chan Zhi with all that sighing?"

Qi Fei ignored him.

He withdrew his gaze, adjusted the two gourds at his waist, and was about to pass through the pass and continue south into the heart of the Yue Kingdom.

Suddenly, he saw someone.

The man stood on the opposite side of the street not far away, wearing a dark robe of simple style, without any superfluous ornaments.

He was enveloped in a faint layer of electric light, almost invisible unless you looked closely. The electric light flickered slightly in the air, emitting an extremely subtle buzzing sound, like the fluttering of cicada wings.

When Qi Fei looked at him, he was also looking at Qi Fei.

Their eyes met in the middle of the street, and neither of them looked away first.

At some point, Chan Kong also dropped his playful demeanor, glancing at the man and then at Qi Fei.

The three people's eyes met briefly in the air.

There can't be any mistake.

They are all normal people who are unaffected by the sound of the bell.

All three looked on in surprise; none of them had expected to encounter normal people in a place shrouded in the sound of bells.

Qi Fei stepped forward and cupped his hands in greeting.

"I am Fu Ye, a loyalist of the Himalayas."

In this environment, being able to maintain normalcy clearly indicates that the person is not an enemy.

Upon hearing this, the man returned the greeting: "I am Lei Leilei from the Five Thunder Sect of Yunxiao Mountain."