My cultivation disguise has been exposed by Xiao Sizi.

"Completely wrong!"

Sizi waved her small hand, interrupting him.

The little girl remembered the bedtime stories Li Chen usually told her and immediately unleashed her ultimate weapon.

"In the story my sixteenth brother told me, that incredibly powerful Demon Lord uncle said something like that!"

"My fate is in my own hands, not in the hands of heaven!"

Sizi shouted this cringeworthy line in a childish voice, and surprisingly, she had a lot of presence.

"Those bald men in the temples eat their fill every day, while you good people go hungry and cold!"

"If this is Buddha, then this Buddha is a terrible villain!"

Sizi walked up to Monk Mingxin and patted his knee.

He gave a heartfelt final summary.

So that's why!

"A true Buddha is not someone who sits in a temple and starves."

"You need to eat your fill first and grow big muscles! If you encounter a bad monk who bullies you, just punch him!"

"Only by beating him down will he listen to reason!"

"When there are no bad people in this world, and everyone has meat buns to eat, you'll be a true Buddha!"

Dead silence.

A deathly silence, lasting for half a cup of tea, fell beside the official road.

The monk Mingxin sat blankly in the mud.

His face, which had been pale from hunger, was now flushed red.

In my mind, the Buddhist faith that I had built up over twenty years was being challenged by this shocking theory that combined Confucianism, Taoism, and demonism.

A frenzied assault, crushing, tearing!

"Eat your fill first... beat them down... then try to reason with them..."

"My destiny is in my own hands... the way of nature..."

The monk Mingxin's eyes completely lost focus.

He clutched his bald head with both hands and closed his eyes in anguish.

He muttered to himself, lost in deep self-doubt and frantic logical deduction.

Li Chen stood to the side.

She had already silently turned around and covered her face with one hand.

It's unbearable to look at.

It's simply unbearable to look at.

The classic texts of the sages from the Imperial Academy of the Tang Dynasty, the Taoist mantras from the Imperial Observatory, plus the Demon Lord's quotes from a previous online novel.

This girl stitched everything together using the logic of food.

The most outrageous.

This young monk, who didn't seem to be very bright, actually listened to what he was saying!

And judging from this posture, it seems like he's about to have an epiphany?!

Li Chen sighed, unable to bear seeing the monk completely fooled into becoming a lunatic by Si Zi.

With a thought, he probed into his own soul space.

I searched for a long time in that corner piled with all sorts of odds and ends.

at last.

Li Chen found an ancient book covered in dust, which he didn't know when it had been produced.

He tossed it aside casually.

"Clatter".

The yellowed ancient book fell in front of the monk Mingxin.

On the cover, four large characters are written in ancient Sanskrit—

Mahayana Buddhism.

"Don't listen to that girl's nonsense."

Li Chen looked at the monk Mingxin, whose brows were furrowed and who seemed to have gone mad, and said calmly.

"You've gone astray. Go take a look at what's up here."

The yellowed ancient book lay quietly on the wooden plank of the cart shaft.

The cover doesn't have any dazzling magical artifacts; it only has four large characters written in ancient Sanskrit.

Mahayana Buddhism.

Monk Mingxin shuddered violently.

His eyes, which had been dulled by hunger and the collapse of his faith, suddenly burst forth with a dazzling light the moment he saw those four words.

With trembling hands covered in mud, he carefully, as if holding a fragile treasure, cradled the ancient book in his palm.

The first page was slowly turned.

boom!

I only glanced at it.

Monk Mingxin felt as if a thunderbolt, as if splitting the heavens and earth, had struck his mind.

From a young age, he diligently studied Hinayana scriptures in the temple, which emphasized self-liberation and cultivating one's own karmic results.

The scriptures told him that all things in the world are suffering, and only by severing ties with worldly life and enduring hardship can one find a pure land in the next life.

However, the opening of this book, Mahayana Buddhism, is like a heavy hammer blow, directly shattering those narrow shackles.

"To save all sentient beings is the true path. If even one person is not saved, I vow not to become a Buddha!"

The vast and boundless new Buddhist principles, like a river bursting its banks, frantically washed over Mingxin's fragmented sea of ​​consciousness.

Then I recalled the "nonsense" of that five-year-old girl.

Beat me down before reasoning with me? My fate is in my own hands, not in the heavens.

What were originally utterly absurd children's words, under the all-encompassing grand vision of Mahayana Buddhism, produced an incredibly strange yet logically consistent chemical reaction.

"I see... I see!"

The monk Mingxin trembled with excitement, and two streams of tears rolled down his thin cheeks.

"If I don't go to hell, who will?"

"To save wicked people, one must first subdue demons! If one doesn't even have the means to reason with wicked people, how can one talk about saving all living beings!"

The monk understood.

Although the direction of enlightenment seems to have deviated slightly from the orthodox Buddhist path.

But the confusion in his eyes completely vanished, replaced by an almost fanatical determination.

Monk Mingxin sat cross-legged directly on the swaying oxcart.

He held the ancient book in both hands and began to study it with great absorption.

A faint yet pure golden light began to appear and disappear on his body.

He shut out the jolts of the outside world and the creaking of the oxcart from his consciousness.

He was completely engrossed in a profound epiphany, unable to extricate himself.

Si Zi, sitting on the other side, looked at the monk who was studying diligently with his eyes closed and proudly raised his chin.

"Look, Sixteenth Brother!"

The little girl patted the crumbs off her hands, looking very proud.

"After listening to my lesson, Baldy Brother has started reviewing seriously! Isn't Sizi a good teacher?"

Li Chen leaned against the haystack, watching the monk whose aura was growing brighter and brighter, yet whose presence was becoming increasingly fierce.

He helplessly raised his hand and pinched the space between his eyebrows.

"Yes, yes, you are such a good teacher."

Li Chen sighed.

He forcibly led a compassionate ascetic monk down a path of no return called "physical salvation."

If the true Buddhas of the Western Paradise knew this, they would probably be so angry that they would jump off their lotus thrones.

However, Li Chen was too lazy to bother with this.

Spiritual practice is up to the individual; whatever this monk can comprehend is entirely up to his own destiny.

Li Chen turned his attention away from the monk.

He closed his eyes, and his consciousness silently receded inward, probing into his own soul space.

Since the establishment of the Great Tang Dynasty, the nation's fortunes have been bestowed upon us.

Li Chen discovered that the soul space that had accompanied him through his transmigration was becoming increasingly strange.

Although it used to occasionally act strangely, it could at least spew out some spiritual medicines, cultivation techniques, or some strange otherworldly magical artifacts with special uses.

But recently...

This spiritual space seemed to have completely broken down.

Li Chen had his back to the old farmer driving the cart.

With a gentle swipe of his right hand in the void, he opened a tiny spatial rift that only he could see.

He put his hand inside.

I'm going to see what kind of "surprise" this shabby space can produce for him today.