Eternal Life: My Millennia in the Jiaofang Division

"Buddha?"

Zhao Mu turned around: "Are you sure that is Buddha? In other words, are you sure that Buddha is the same as what you usually believe in?"

"What's the meaning?"

Monk Zhennian was stunned and confused.

"It's very simple. We don't know where the void we just opened is. How can you be sure that the Buddha you just saw is not a demon in disguise?"

"Furthermore, even if he is really the Buddha, how can you be sure that he is as compassionate and loves all living beings as you believe in him?"

"Buddha certainly has compassion and great love. How can this be wrong?" Monk Zhennian looked ugly.

"Why can't it be wrong?"

Zhao Mu sneered and said: "Those wild gods of incense and fire in the world of immortality still put on a hypocritical and holy face when they are harvesting believers. Doesn't your Buddha do the same?"

"Of course, if you really want to see it, I wouldn't mind helping you open the crack again to see if that void is the paradise you long for. How about it?"

Monk Zhennian looked uncertain, but did not answer.

One of the reasons is that his thoughts were controlled by Zhao Mu, but I am afraid that the more reason is that deep in his heart, he is not firm in his own beliefs.

This can be seen from the past behavior of monk Zhenru and the entire Sansheng Chanyuan.

As both a super sect of Buddhism and Taoism, the Mahabodhi Temple is respected by monks in the world of immortality, but Sansheng Zen Temple is secretly cursed by countless people. It is not without reason.

Zhao Mu shook his head and asked: "The Three Generations of Buddhism was probably not created by the founder of your Zen monastery, right?"

"How does the master know?"

"It's very simple, because in my opinion, these three exercises should be regarded as one exercise, and they are indeed mysterious and unpredictable. It is said that the combination of the three methods into one can potentially enlighten the gods in the world, which should also be true."

"But I heard that the founder of Sansheng Chanyuan spent his whole life only reaching the realm of saint cultivation. I'm afraid he is still incapable of creating such a mysterious technique."

"Master is indeed wise."

Monk Zhennian nodded and said: "This "Three Generations of Buddhism" was indeed not created by the founder, but was given by the founding emperor Lieyang."

"As for where the great emperor obtained the "Three Generations of Buddhism", no one knows. Maybe there is a record in the royal family."

Is that so?

Zhao Mu was thoughtful.

He couldn't help but compare "The Buddha's Dharma of the Three Generations" with "The Mysterious Sutra of the Cauldron of Integration of Ten Thousand Dharmas", and felt that the former was much inferior to the latter.

Both techniques have the potential to attain enlightenment to human beings and gods.

But there is a gap between "possible" and "likely".

In Zhao Mu's opinion, if the chance of "The Mysterious Sutra of Integrating Ten Thousand Dharmas" to prove the truth of the gods in the world is one in 10,000, then "The Dharma of the Three Worlds" may not even be one in 100,000. This shows the gap between the two.

Of course, even if there is a one in 100,000 chance, we have to admit that "The Three Worlds of Buddhism" is still a superb skill.

After all, "Three Worlds of Buddhism" at least has a chance to achieve enlightenment, but most of the other techniques in this world don't even have a chance.

"Forget it, no matter whether he has a chance to achieve enlightenment or not, I don't plan to practice this "Three Worlds of Buddhism". I just want to use it to integrate into the "Mysterious Sutra of Integration of Ten Thousand Dharmas". The rest is not important."

Zhao Mu shook his head: "Now that we have obtained the skills of Sansheng Chanyuan, it is time to visit other sects."

He looked at Monk Zhennian: "Take me out and continue to be your great Buddha. If anything happens, I will contact you."

"Yes, Master!"

Monk Zhen Nian promised.

So Zhao Mu turned into a button again and put it on monk Zhennian's chest.

The two walked out of the Sutra Pavilion and saw many disciples of the Zen Academy gathered outside, including many senior elders.

"Meet the Great Buddha."

Everyone salutes.

An elder asked: "Great Buddha, what happened? Why did the Sutra Pavilion suddenly be blocked?"

Monk Zhennian smiled: "It's nothing, I just have some insights in my practice, so I want to read the "Past Burning Deng Dharma" again."

"As for sealing the Sutra Pavilion, the poor monk was just afraid that he could not control his power and accidentally hurt the disciples, so he let them out."

"I see."

Everyone was suddenly enlightened, and the elder was even more surprised and said: "Now that I have gained some insights, is the Great Buddha's cultivation about to reach another breakthrough?"

"Haha, it's really fast." Monk Zhennian replied with a smile.

"Congratulations to the Great Buddha!" ​​Everyone flattered him.

"By the way, Lord Buddha, Zen Master Zhenru hasn't sent any messages since the last time in the Ancient Sword Mountain Range. I'm afraid something happened."

Monk Zhennian frowned: "Did you send someone to look for him? Also, what did the people from Jinxiu Hall say? Zhenru should have gone to see the Lord He Xun at that time, right?"

"We have sent people to look for it, but there is no news yet. As for Jinxiu Hall..."

The elder who spoke had an ugly face: "They replied that He Xun did not see Zen Master Zhenru that day, and asked us why we broke our promise since we had made an appointment, and asked us to give them an explanation."

"It seems that Jinxiu Hall really regards our Sansheng Chanyuan as their subordinates."

Zhen Nian snorted coldly and said: "Forget it, let's leave it at Jinxiu Hall first, send more people, and find Junior Brother Zhenru first."

"Yes, Lord Buddha."

"By the way, is there any news from Sun Miaoniang?" Monk Zhennian asked again.

Sun Miaoniang's natural Guanyin bone is very important to their Sansheng Zen Temple.

But for some reason, Sun Miao Niang had not contacted the Zen temple for a long time, which made the Zen temple's top leaders very dissatisfied, so they had sent people out to look for her.

The elder shook his head: "There is no news from Sun Miao Niang. I really don't know where she has hidden. We can't find her trace?"

"Great Buddha, do you think Sun Miao Niang knows something, so she deliberately hides from us?"

"Hmph, the natural Guanyin bone belongs to our Sansheng Zen Temple. No matter what she knows, even if she dies, she must leave the Guanyin bone to me."

Monk Zhennian snorted coldly and waved his hand: "Okay, everyone go do your own things and find Sun Miao Niang and Junior Brother Zhenru as soon as possible."

"I will obey the order!"

Everyone promised and dispersed.

Zhao Mu, who turned into a button, looked strange when he heard it.

These people were talking about Zhenru and Sun Miao Niang. One had died in his hands, and the other was planning to use his hand to seize the artifact and defect from Sansheng Zen Temple.

And the monk Zhennian, who gave orders to these people, had been controlled by him.

Zhao Mu suddenly felt that he seemed to be a bit unlucky with Sansheng Zen Temple.

He didn't know if the people of Sansheng Zen Temple would be furious if they knew that their enemy had been right in front of them, but they didn't notice it at all.

He curled his lips secretly and left with Monk Zhennian.

After leaving Sansheng Zen Temple, Zhao Mu did not immediately go to other sects to continue collecting skills.

After he sent out a flying sword to send a message, he found a teahouse in a city outside the Stone Forest Plain, and waited leisurely while sipping tea and listening to books.

After a long time, a man suddenly walked into the teahouse.

The man glanced at the many guests and walked straight to Zhao Mu's table and sat down: "Meet the master."

This man was Mo He, who had not seen him for a long time.