Reading to Become a God

Not only Ye Chen, but even the greedy and angry monk also realized this. Although he is not a true traditional Buddhist, he can still feel that if the young monk is really as important as the old monk said, It should be sent to Lanke Temple as soon as possible.

Instead of hiding him like this, it would just make the pearl covered in dust.

"Senior, I still don't understand. Since the young monk is so important, why is he allowed to enter Lanke Temple and receive pure Buddhist teachings?"

The greedy and angry monk asked this. This was the question he was most confused about.

The old monk is already a mortal. Although he is one of the most accomplished people in the entire Western Desert based on his understanding of Buddhism and Taoism, wouldn't it be better in the environment above Mount Sumeru?

Of course the old monk understood the meaning of greed and anger, and he slightly tightened his hand on the crutch and said.

"There are already enough monks like Moko in the Western Desert."

When Ye Chen heard this, he immediately understood what he meant. Nowadays, most of the monks in the Western Desert look like they are beings who have obtained the title of eminent monks and pray for the blessings of hundreds of millions of living beings in the world.

But as a saint, those who obtain it take it as their own responsibility to save all sentient beings.

Why does he sit high on Mount Sumeru and be worshiped by hundreds of millions of mortals?

They just drew a piece of pie for the mortals and told them that this is the true result, allowing them to pursue and believe in Buddhism. In fact, they may not even know whether the piece of pie they drew actually exists.

Sitting high above hundreds of millions of mortals, using the power of faith to improve themselves, is this what they call universal salvation?

Ye Chen understood, and he also understood what the old monk meant.

The Western Desert does not need such a monk. He has never gotten one, but he wants to transform into a mortal. This is a bit putting the cart before the horse.

The old monk's concept may be exactly opposite to the existence of Lanke Temple, and he will finally leave Lanke Temple and find his own way to save the Western Desert.

What the people on Mount Sumeru need is for the entire Buddhist sect to evolve into a fairyland.

The old monk's idea is to save others first before you can save yourself.

After glancing at Ye Chen, the old monk stood up. He seemed to be tired from sitting, and looked around at Wan'an Temple in front of him. This was the place where a true immortal stayed in his later years, and he said leisurely.

"Buddhism cannot transform mortals. Only they can transform themselves, eliminate those who transform in Buddhism, and relieve the crisis in Buddhism. It is impossible for me to do this, but Xiao Shi can do it. He must first become a human being, and then he can Become a Buddha, little friend, do you understand?”

Ye Chen understood what the old monk meant. If he wanted to save Buddhism, he had to throw away everything he had done before. All the old monk's hopes were placed on the young monk. He didn't want him to become a monk like all the monks many years later.

Only the true heart is the most important.

Ye Chen understood, understood this, the old monk was waiting for him, probably because of these things. Regarding the old monk's thoughts, Ye Chen didn't know whether he was right or wrong, but the only thing he could be sure of was that the young monk was unwilling to go to Mount Sumeru. As a master, he Yes, we must rescue him.

"Senior, please stay here for now. We will definitely rescue the young monk."

The greedy and angry monk must have realized that although he was a little afraid of Mount Xumi, for the little monk who always thought about others, this danger and fear were nothing.

"I'm going with you."

The old monk said with a hint of smile.

The Greedy Monk and the Black Emperor were shocked. It seemed that the old monk could not live for more than three to five days, but he actually wanted to go with them. Going from here to Mount Sumeru would take three days at the fastest. It was not about whether his body could bear it. .

Even if he arrived, the old monk should have passed away.

Ye Chen looked at the old monk and said directly.

"good!"

The old monk thanked Ye Chen and said.

"My little friend, please promise me, old monk, not to destroy Mount Sumeru unless necessary."

Ye Chen was at the Ten Thousand Races Conference, and there were two true immortals standing behind him. Now in the whole world, who doesn't know?

As an old monk who once stood at this level, of course I can see it.

Those two true immortals are so powerful.

If it breaks out completely, Mount Sumeru, which has lasted for millions of years, may be reduced to ashes overnight.

Ye Chen nodded, this time, he was going to overthrow the entire Sumeru.

Those arrogant and self-righteous Buddhas make all Buddhas tremble!

Then several people set off and faced Mount Sumeru.

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Mount Xumi, in Lanke Temple.

"I tell you, my master is very powerful, you'd better let me go."

The young monk Emperor Shitian stood in the courtyard, looking at the Western Desert Buddha Moko in front of him and said, the two old monks playing chess behind him did not raise their heads.

"Junior brother, since you have been accepted as a disciple by Master, you should devote yourself to Buddha."

Moko opened his mouth. He had some opinions about the young monk brought here by the two masters. He seemed to be very ordinary. He didn't understand why the two masters cared so much.

"I only have one master. If you don't let me go, I will leave on my own!"

After saying that, the young monk ran towards the door. The old monk on the side raised his hand slightly. Suddenly, the young monk was spinning in place, unable to take even half a step.

How do mortals compare with true immortals?

"Don't you want to become a Buddha? Here, within ten years, you will definitely become a Buddha!"

The old monk opened his mouth and said this.

The young monk was stunned. This was the umpteenth time he had tried to escape, but he couldn't get out anyway. He understood that he had met an immortal, but he was not excited at all. He looked at the people in front of him and knelt down.

He had never knelt like this before, even the Buddha in Wan'an Temple.

"Ten years is too long. Please, old immortal, let me go. My master is dying. He will be worried if he can't see me. My master has bad legs and feet. He will starve to death without me. Old immortal, please, my master is really dying."

The young monk burst into tears. He remembered that the old monk was standing alone in front of the temple, waiting for him to come back. He was very distressed. He knew that the old monk would not live long.

He coughed more and more severely every day. It was very difficult for him to get up every day. It took him a stick of incense to drink water. He was really dying.

"Everyone has to die. Your master will die with a smile when he knows you are here."

The Buddhist son of Ximo said with a somewhat indifferent look.

People who practice Buddhism are pure-hearted and desireless.

The little monk kowtowed continuously as if he had not heard these words.

A trace of blood gradually appeared on his forehead.

Slowly, the blood flowed to his cheek.

He continued to kowtow.

He did not care.

The little nun squatted on the side, tears in her eyes.

This time, she did something wrong.