I became a fox girl and was captured by the True Dragon Saint

"But what you can't ask for is the lives that died because of you, and what you regret is that you don't have the chance to make up for your mistakes... None of this was your original intention."

The monk looked confused: "What do you mean by seeking?"

"All sentient beings have been saved, and Bodhi has been attained. The hells have been emptied, and the path has been attained to become a Buddha... Then what?"

He sighed, clasped his hands together, and bowed to the figure again.

"Perhaps Mount Xumi has the answers you and I want."

The monk turned around and walked out of the main hall.

Outside the door, majestic and grand carriages were lined up in a long row, and close friends wearing bright yellow noble robes had already been waiting in the yard.

"Chen Yi, to enter Mount Xumi, one must walk 50,000 miles of truth-seeking journey as a mortal. The road is rugged and steep, and full of dangers. You just take these mortal attendants with you... This is courting death!" Li Er looked at his old friend in front of him with a sad face.

"Someone has to go," the monk smiled, "Also, I have become a monk and am no longer called Chen Yi."

"I'm used to it. I just want to call you Chen Yi," Li Er actually started to act out. "In my memory, you will always be that daring young man who has no cultivation at all but is willing to accompany me to explore Wanrenzhou. No matter how much hair you have left, it can't change."

At this point, Li Er suddenly sniffed: "MMP, everyone has to leave."

"Everyone will come back," the monk smiled faintly.

Li Er turned his back and wiped his face with his sleeve.

After turning back, he gave the monk a big hug.

"I wish you all the things you wish for, and may you obtain what you seek for knowledge and attain the truth."

The monk bowed his head.

"Ok!"

*****

The fifty-seventh year of Zhenguan.

Outside Jiangdu City, Pei Min found Gongsun Xiaotao and explained to her the prophecy revealed by Yuwen Qu... The two decided to prepare for the battle with sword dance.

At the same time, the monk stood alone at the foot of the mountain, looking at the magnificent mountains above his head that were shining with golden light, tears rolling down his face uncontrollably.

at last……

This road is much more difficult than I imagined.

He had just reached halfway when a sudden volcanic eruption in Uttarakuru changed the entire landscape of China.

The already winding and twisting road to truth has become even more tortuous like a maze, adding countless unpredictable dangers.

His attendants changed batch after batch. Some were buried by avalanches and turned into frozen corpses that would not melt for thousands of years. Some fell into the mountain stream and were never heard from again. When they reached Mount Xumi, he was the only one left.

Now his robes were as tattered as a beggar's, and he had to stay temporarily at the foot of the mountain.

If you want to meet the Buddha, you must at least sew your robes first... Although the Buddha may not care about his appearance, you should express yourself solemnly enough.

He spent half a month taking care of himself.

Then, full of reverence as a pilgrim, he set foot on the steps to the mountain.

The moment his right foot stepped on the step, holy light flowed throughout Mount Sumeru.

——He finally got the recognition of this mountain. More than twenty years of asceticism were not meaningless. After who knows how many years, the door of the Buddhist world finally opened to China!

He was so excited that his whole body was shaking. Due to his biological nature, he completely forgot to control the emotions in the scriptures. At this moment, all he felt was the ecstasy of finally getting what he wanted after going through so much hardship!

He climbed to the top of the mountain panting and knelt down facing the sky.

…There was silence in the sea of ​​clouds.

Just like the desolate and silent main hall.

The monk knelt on the top of the mountain. Three days passed in a blink of an eye, and he had run out of water and food.

He raised his head shakily and felt his throat which was dry and burning.

"My disciple Xuanzang has come here to seek scriptures, the true path of Buddhism, and to gain enlightenment..."

The skinny monk uttered a hoarse voice again.

But still no response.

The words traveled far into the clouds, but there was no echo.

He collapsed.

Lies! Everything is a lie!

Whether it is the scriptures or Mount Sumeru...

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31. God's Layout

The monk stood up, already disheartened.

In his rage, he really wanted to starve to death on the top of the mountain without any more struggle.

But he can't.

Along the way, he saw people displaced by the great changes in Uttarakuru, he heard the sorrowful cries of all living beings, and his ears were filled with the sound of regretful wooden fish under the green lamps and ancient Buddhas.

Each of his steps was heavy and urgent, because he knew that Shenzhou needed the power of Mount Xumi, a kind of spiritual power that could make people’s minds clear, transcend themselves, and no longer feel pain!

He had to bring something back with him. He was carrying the hope of the entire Shenzhou. He couldn't just go down the mountain empty-handed...

He saw a long scroll of graphite and silk on a lotus platform not far away, so he crawled over like crazy, picked up the graphite, and wrote rapidly on the silk.

He didn't know what he was writing.

He walked the longest road in the world, which was the road of all living beings that no one had ever walked.

He had deeply felt, seen and heard the seven difficulties and eight sufferings in the world and the burning of the five elements.

He knows all this as well as any scripture ever written.

Since the Buddha couldn't give him an answer...

Then he would write it himself!

He wrote rapidly, using up block after block of graphite and scroll after scroll of silk.

The strange thing is... it seems that these graphite and scrolls are endless. Every time one is used up, a new one will appear from nowhere.

The monk had no time to think about these things. He was completely immersed in his own flow of mind, concentrating on writing down his insights and understanding of the scriptures over the years.

He didn't know how much time had passed, but the sky over Mount Sumeru seemed to be always bright, with infinite light and infinite life.

When he finished writing the last word smoothly, he threw all the scrolls piled high into the sea of ​​clouds.

The strong wind carried the scroll away to an unknown distance.

And he finally smiled with relief, sat cross-legged on the ground in contentment, his consciousness gradually fading into darkness.

"Amitabha."

He has run out of gas.

A ray of disaster cloud flew over in the sky.

But what flew out from the calamity cloud was not lightning, but colorful rays of light.

The rosy glow enveloped his body, which was the merit and karma that those who practiced Buddhism dreamed of.

Karma is the retribution for good and evil, and the power of cause and effect.

An immense amount of gentle karma enveloped the monk.

The various states of life seemed to float in the monk's eyes.

His withered body slowly came back to life and his breathing gradually became deep and even.

A ray of light emerged beneath him and condensed into a golden pedestal, and his torn robes slowly recovered.

He murmured softly:

“If there were no Buddha in the world.”

"I will become the Buddha."

He began to feel every causal connection on the land of China, whether it was the influence of good or evil.

So he connected good things with good things, and bad things with bad things, and let the cause and effect turn.

Then he nodded slightly to the sky: "Thank you."

The calamity clouds dissipated... The monk knew that it was not the Buddha who helped him, but the way of heaven that chose to fulfill his wish.

What he got was not the recognition of Buddha, but the recognition of Heaven.

But Tiandao did not help him for nothing. As a deal, he gave the monk a task.

******

Thousands of golden lights bloomed from the west. It was a strange power unprecedented in China, and it seemed to carry a bit of compassion.

The solemn chanting sound quickly approached the desert, and then a golden light was projected onto Pei Min's soul which had just collapsed.

The invisible thread of cause and effect pulled and quickly reorganized and aggregated the spiritual power.

Yuwen Quju was stunned: "This...what kind of ability is this? Tiandao! Tiandao, what did you do! "

This is a power that can only be controlled by the Heavenly Dao. This kind of rule-level power is definitely not something that can be controlled by ordinary people.

A monk with golden light appeared in front of Yuwen Qu, held Pei Min's newly gathered soul nucleus in his sleeves, and looked at Yuwen Qu.

Yuwen Qu was so angry that he threw the needle and attacked the monk.

But the monk had a calm expression and did not move at all.

Behind him, majestic images of Arhats appeared all over the sky! The whole world began to sing along with his breath!

The wind was blowing hard and the golden light was shining. In the majestic golden light, the monk looked at Yuwen Qu and slowly opened his mouth.

The Arhats in the sky also opened their eyes wide with anger, and shouted deafeningly along with the monks!

"NMSL!"

The sound was deafening, and the sound waves spread out towards China and spread all over China.

Yuwen Qu was hit by the terrifying sound wave, and his soul trembled and he flew backwards and fell to the ground.

But before he could catch his breath, the communication stone beside him rang.

From it came a panicked scream:

[Master, something bad has happened! The old lady has passed away! ]

If Yuwen Qu had not been in a trance at this moment, he would probably have vomited three liters of blood and fallen to the ground.

"Do you know what a disaster you have committed?" Yu Wenqu was filled with grief and anger, "My master will not let you go!"

Even for a monk, using such a powerful move would obviously cause considerable damage.

He spat out a mouthful of blood, and the golden light behind him dissipated, but he said without any remorse: "Your whole family has committed many evil deeds, and killed countless people to achieve your goals. You don't deserve to die!"

"Have you finished your last words? Die!" Yuwen Qu was furious and attacked the monk again, but this time, the monk was obviously unable to dodge.

"Ding--"

A sword light suddenly stretched out from under the monk's sleeve, blocking the long needle used by Yuwen Qu.

"break!"

The monk pointed his last karma at Yuwen Qu, and the golden light of heaven's protection on Yuwen Qu's body immediately broke.

Yuwen Qu was shocked, but at this time Pei Min's soul had already controlled the sword light to stab him again.

Pei Min's soul had just recovered a little, and this attack was obviously his last blow with everything he had!

But...Yuwen Qu couldn't escape.

The tip of the sword, with its all-strangling power, ruthlessly crushed Yuwen Qu's soul core.

Yuwen Qu felt the extreme pain as if his soul was being burned by fire, but he could only watch as the sword light crushed him into pieces and disintegrated into a spiritual power state.

If he is not immediately restored after the collapse, when the cause and effect are dispersed, even karma will not be able to save him.