Da Feng: From copying golden entries to becoming an immortal in the mortal world

"Junior brother, wait a moment."

"I have something to give you!"

Chu Caiwei, dressed in a pale yellow dress with a deer-shaped bag hanging from her waist, ran anxiously toward Luo Chen.

She grasped Luo Chen's hand, took off her deer-shaped bag, and pinned it to Luo Chen's waist.

Chu Caiwei smiled, her moon-like eyes crinkling: "Junior brother, I wonder how long it will take you to climb the mountain. If you get hungry, you can have some of Little Deer Bun's desserts."

"I made all of these myself, and they're delicious!"

Chu Caiwei scratched her head, then suddenly became a little hesitant: "I know about how the teacher bullied you."

"When you return from your duel, we'll renegotiate. Your problems are my problems, but my problems are not your problems."

"That way, the teacher won't bully you."

Chu Caiwei blushed slightly, as if she felt guilty for having tricked Luo Chen.

Ke Luochen didn't care at all, after all, he had tricked Chu Caiwei quite a bit since they were young.

However, when Luo Chen saw his junior sister's charming demeanor, she seemed even cuter.

He gently smoothed the hair behind Jiao'er's ear with his hand, then pinched her delicate face.

"Junior Sister, let's go back quickly."

"There are so many people looking at you now."

"Don't blame me for not warning you then."

Upon hearing this, Chu Caiwei looked at the crowd of onlookers, her expression becoming dazed.

The number of onlookers was enormous, reaching tens of thousands!

Chu Caiwei's face instantly turned rosy, and her head began to steam.

Especially when she saw her best friend Huaiqing casting a disdainful look at her.

She pretended to be nonchalant, but her face was flushed red and her head was burning hot.

"Junior brother, I think I'm sick. I'll go back to the Star-Picking Tower to rest first."

Chu Caiwei was in a daze. She was just like the little deer bag that usually hung on her waist. She fled to the Star-Picking Tower with a thud.

As he ran away, he shouted, "Go, junior brother!"

Luo Chen's gaze softened, he smiled slightly, turned around and his eyes became firm as he stepped into the Sumeru Mustard Seed!

"The eight sufferings of life are: birth, old age, sickness, death, separation from loved ones, encountering those one hates, not getting what one desires, and the five aggregates burning intensely..."

Master Du'e's compassionate voice resonated within the small world, echoing in the ears of the onlookers:

"The first challenge is the Eight Sufferings Formation."

"Only those with steadfast minds are qualified to climb the mountain and continue to undergo the trials of Buddhism."

In the pavilions of high-ranking officials and nobles.

When Grand Secretary Wang Zhenwen heard that it was the Eight Sufferings Formation, he gripped his teacup tightly, his voice tinged with cold anger.

"It's the Eight Sufferings Formation!"

"This formation is used by eminent Buddhist monks to hone their Buddhist minds. If a martial artist is trapped in it and cannot break the formation, their mental state will be shattered, rendering them a useless person."

"If he passes through the battle safely, it shows that he possesses Buddha-nature. You should then take the opportunity to guide him into Buddhism."

"Du'e Luohan, what a clever trick! You've humiliated my Great Feng so much. Aren't you afraid of my million elite soldiers?"

As the Grand Secretary of the Great Feng Dynasty, Wang Zhenwen was the one in charge when the emperor was away.

He possessed broad knowledge and sophisticated political skills, and with just a few words, he figured out the Arhat's plan.

Master Du'e chanted the Buddha's name, his tone serene: "Taking refuge in Buddhism is indeed a blessing."

Inside each pavilion, the high-ranking officials and nobles immediately changed color.

The wealthy ladies and young women who had initially just been watching the spectacle also abandoned their playful attitude and stopped chatting and laughing.

Huaiqing frowned, her beautiful eyes filled with worry as she looked at Luo Chen, her fingers gripping the armrest of the chair.

Seeing Huaiqing's nervous expression, Lin'an thought to herself with smug satisfaction, "Huaiqing, are you so nervous because you like this young man?"

"You're so old, you could be his older sister."

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Upon hearing this, Huaiqing calmed his emotions, and his stunningly beautiful face became somewhat indifferent.

"So what if it is? So what if it isn't?"

"If he fails, you, as the princess of the Great Feng Dynasty, will also lose face!"

Knowing he was in the wrong, Lin'an crossed his arms and looked at Luo Chen with his bright, peach-blossom eyes, secretly defending him.

In the midst of the Eight Sufferings.

Scenes from Luo Chen's past life surfaced in his mind.

"Xiao Chen, you're too rigid."

"If you don't take it, and I don't take it, how do you think the county magistrate will take it?"

"Xiao Chen, Grandma is begging you!"

"Your cousin has accomplished nothing; how will he find a wife without a decent job?"

"Please help me, get your cousin in!"

"Luo Chen! From this day forward, our brotherhood is severed!"

"We shared hardship together, but you refused to share wealth!"

"You owe half of everything you have today to me!"

"You actually lost your temper with your brothers over a bunch of servants who are like cattle!"

"If I had known you were this kind of person, I wouldn't have helped you even if I were a dog!"

Luo Chen's life is much like a movie compressed into just a few minutes.

No one understands that the path to upholding one's beliefs is dark, lonely, and desolate.

"Life and death are not in my own hands; reincarnation is a matter of past causes... Is this the eight sufferings of life?"

"You try every possible way to pursue and explore what you want, only to find that everything was predetermined!"

"It's great to still have the chance to see people from before."

"But I have never regretted it."

Deep down, Luo Chen still harbors some obsession with his past life.

After all, he came here in a hurry and did not have a proper farewell to his previous life.

Seeing familiar faces appear one by one today is a way of putting an end to his obsession from his past life.

Suddenly, Shen Shu's gentle voice rang out from within Luo Chen's body.

"If someone who is not a Buddhist can survive the Eight Sufferings, it means they possess Buddha-nature."

"Young benefactor, I see that you have an affinity with Buddhism. I have never seen anyone with such a clear and profound mind."

Luo Chen: "Master, you flatter me. My mind is only on the future."

Shenshu: "This is not the original Eight Sufferings Formation, but a modified version of the Eight Sufferings Formation by Buddhism. Without the aid of breaking the formation, there are only two possible outcomes."

"The first state of mind is clear and unified with Buddhism; the second state of mind is shattered and the Daoist heart is damaged."

"Only by relying on the power of all living beings can we break the formation."

Luo Chen nodded slightly, slowly closed his eyes, and visualized the "Great Void Wandering God Diagram" through mental cultivation.

Hengyuan's visualization diagram is the Lion's Roar Technique, so the primordial spirit attack has the effect of the lion's roar, which can intimidate the enemy.

Luo Chen's primordial spirit transformed into a Kunpeng, soaring and spreading its wings.

In the past, I soared through the vast void, formless and shapeless yet encompassing all things.

But now, his primordial spirit soars ten thousand miles, breaking through the sky and bursting forth from within his body!

In this lifetime, he will see if the combined power of all living beings can make humanity triumph over nature!

"Even in dire straits, one can transform into the wings of a Kunpeng; who says that the will of Heaven is ultimately predetermined?"

"Here comes the knife!"

Luo Chen suddenly opened his eyes, as if accompanied by the roar of a Kunpeng!

……

Qingyun Mountain, Yunlu Academy.

The statue of the Second Sage suddenly trembled, and a surge of righteous energy soared into the sky.

A red wooden box hanging above the statue of the Second Saint suddenly trembled, and a carving knife broke open the red box and flew out!

Zhao Shou stared in shock at the flying Confucian and Taoist sacred treasure: "Who possesses such a heart devoted to the world that they have earned the recognition of the carving knife?!"