Wutongzhou is geographically located above Lanzhou in the Western Regions. In this case, Ji Yuan might as well go and meet the old monk Foyin and give a book to Tu Yi.
Without having to worry about anything else, Ji Yuan used all his strength to perform the sword escape technique. His flying speed was of course extremely fast. In just about half a month, he could already see the land of Lanzhou in the Western Region from the sky.
Some Buddhist practice methods based on vows and one's own aspirations are all practice methods that combine vows with one's own enlightenment of Buddhism and meditation.
This is also because Buddhism has made very good use of merit, even surpassing some Shintoism, and has been closely integrated with one's own practice, which can help Buddhist disciples improve their cultivation and Buddha nature more quickly, so that the requirements for qualifications can be lowered, and the slogan that everyone can become a Buddha can be shouted.
Due to various complex reasons, Buddhism would of course care more about its own base of believers, so Ji Yuan believes that it should not be a big problem to persuade Buddhism, at least it would not be a big problem to persuade the monks of the mainstream Buddhist system.
On the way, Ji Yuan also had time to think deeply and calculate the reactions of his opponents. Those guys were indeed not united and they all had their own little tricks against each other. However, Zhu Yan disappeared before and now Hou was missing again. Although the latter could be blamed on Fenghuang, after all, they must be clear about Hou's purpose.
Moreover, the damage to Fenghuang Xihuang should have been within the opponent's calculations, and there was also an insider from Xianxia Island, so it was hard for Huo's failure this time not to attract the opponent's attention.
Therefore, Ji Yuan believed that the other party might not feel that he was still at ease and could hide behind and stir up trouble. Although this would most likely further consolidate the cooperative relationship between the two parties, it would also inevitably make the other party more fearful.
Jian Dun was looking at the seemingly endless border of Lanzhou in the Western Region from the air. To the naked eye, it was a blurry white expanse with shadows of land in it, but in the Dharma Eye's aura, he could faintly feel the vitality and various auras of the vast land of Lanzhou. Ji Yuan stopped calculating and put down his hands.
"If we really tear everything apart and launch an attack now, although all living beings will suffer, it will be more disadvantageous to them. They have waited so many years for this opportunity, and they are even more afraid to take the risk than I am!"
Ji Yuan calculated the other party's mentality accurately. It was not that he really liked gambling, but based on his judgment of the current situation, he was not an indecisive person. After all, he had already made a decision and would not waver.
Suddenly, Ji Yuan's mind moved and he looked towards the distant land. Not long after, a ray of Buddha's light rose from there. The Buddha's light did not look bright, but the Buddha nature in it was extremely exaggerated, as if there was a faint Buddhist sound surrounding it.
"Good, infinite Dharma and infinite life! I am honored to be seated here!"
A loud and clear Buddhist chant with full energy came from the Buddha's light. The other party, who also felt Ji Yuan's breath, obviously changed direction slightly, and met Ji Yuan face to face soon after.
Ji Yuan opened his eyes wide, with one hand in front and the other behind his back, stepping on the sword light and looking at the Buddha's light that was coming closer and closer. There was a lotus seat in the Buddha's light, and on the seat sat a burly monk with bronze skin and wearing a cassock. The other party had a majestic look, and sat cross-legged, with one hand on the lotus seat and the other hand raised above his head as if supporting the sky.
"Ji Yuan is polite!"
Neither side slowed down their escape light, and they crossed each other at a distance of less than ten feet. There was even a certain visual friction between the sword light and the Buddha light. In just this moment of crossing, Ji Yuan and the monk in the Buddha light had already realized that the other was definitely a master of the righteous way.
Under the lotus seat of Buddha's light, the old monk did not look back, but repeatedly felt in his heart the subtle feeling produced when they just crossed paths. There was no majesty or oppression. That kind of warm feeling was like strolling in the mountains, like the breeze blowing on the body, or like meditating by the lake or drinking tea in the Zen room.
'I knew it was extraordinary when I saw it back then!'
The old monk's Buddha light faded away, and Ji Yuan stepped on the sword light and looked back at the Buddha light, whispering to himself.
"Master of the Earth Seat, Vajra King of the Earth Seat... I hope to see you again when I have the chance."
Looking back, Ji Yuan had once had a contest with the Sitting Vajra King. Of course, he just made some moves with the Buddha statue that was attached to the Vajra King's incarnation, and that was enough.
After arriving in Lanzhou in the Western Regions, Ji Yuan naturally wanted to visit the old monk Foyin, who was also his old friend, so he went straight to the Buddhist kingdom of Foyin Mingwang's temple.
With the last three volumes of "Huangquan" in hand, Ji Yuan could already imagine the shock that the old monk Foyin felt after hearing the plan he had set up. Of course, as a monk whose emotions were revealed on his face, he could also be calm and composed.
A few days later, on a road outside the Buddhist temple, the old monk Foyin came directly to greet Ji Yuan. Wearing an old cassock and with an aged face, Foyin Mingwang standing on the roadside looked like an ordinary old monk. There were many pedestrians coming and going. Sometimes people paid homage to him, but most thought he was an old monk of high moral character. No one knew that he was Venerable Mingwang.
Ji Yuan felt something was happening, so he naturally would not fly over rudely. Instead, he landed in advance and approached on foot like a pedestrian.
The old monk Foyin had already greatly admired the work "Huangquan" for its magical principles that guide people to be good. Now that Jiyuan had come in person, he had many insights to share with him.
"Mr. Ji, this time we are here, we must have a good discussion!"
The old monk Foyin bowed solemnly to Ji Yuan, who took two steps forward and bowed solemnly in return.
"I have the same idea, but Master Foyin has missed a few books. After you have read these three books, Ji Yuan will talk to you about the truth in my heart."
"There are indeed several volumes left of Huangquan! Mr. Ji, please!"
The old monk Foyin took the book, nodded, and invited Ji Yuan to go to the temple.
"please!"
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When Ji Yuan arrived at Lanzhou in the Western Regions, the Sitting Ming Wang who had passed by him before was heading to Yunzhou in the Eastern Land.
The Luming Temple that was visited by Lu Shanjun that year had been renovated at that time, but after the disaster of Monk Jueming, all the monks in Luming Temple went to other temples, leaving only Monk Jueming, formerly Zhao Long, to practice alone in Luming Temple.
Plant fruits and vegetables by yourself, fetch water and chop firewood by yourself, and then go down the mountain to beg for alms nearby...
After many years of quiet practice, Monk Jueming finally closed the door of Luming Zen Temple and left the temple with a simple bag.
All this started with "Huangquan".
Jueming is not clear, Jueming is not clear. Since becoming a monk, Monk Jueming has been trying to avoid the guilt in his heart at first, and then he became confused. Decades of time have passed in the days of green lamps and ancient Buddhas. Others are becoming clearer and clearer in their practice of Buddhism, and their understanding of Buddhist rituals is becoming more and more advanced, but Monk Jueming's Buddha nature and Buddhist teachings are constantly strengthening, but he still has attachments in his heart and is very confused.
This state of awakening is not a problem in itself, as everyone who practices Buddhism has experienced confusion. However, it is still very dangerous for a Buddhist monk to continue this state for such a long time, as it is easy for him to be taken advantage of by external demons.
For a monk like Jueming, who is regarded by the Vajra King as the most suitable successor, it would be a pity if he were killed by external demons. It would be terrible if he fell into the devil's trap.
However, by chance, when Jueming went down the mountain to beg for alms, he heard a scholar reciting the contents of the sixth volume of "Huangquan" beside a literary shop in the city, and Jueming's heart was touched.
After that, Monk Jueming went through many twists and turns and finally borrowed the entire six volumes of "Huangquan" from the owner of a large book pavilion who was worshiping Buddha. He was deeply shocked and had some realizations. After returning to Luming Zen Temple, he meditated for a month and finally decided to leave.
Monk Jueming was going to a place, which was the national temple of Tingliang State, and also the very famous Daliang Temple in Dazhen. Because he had a spiritual response when he was meditating, he naturally knew that there was a Bodhi tree there that could see through the wisdom in one's heart, and also because there was an eminent monk named Huitong there.
When Zhao Long was in pain at the beginning, it was a monk named Hui Tong who advised him to become a monk. He was his guide. When Monk Jueming heard of the eminent monk Master Hui Tong from Daliang Temple, he had already kept him in mind.
However, the actions of Monk Jueming also alarmed the Sitting Vajra King. Although he was the Vajra King, he was outside the Luming Zen Temple and could not know everything about Jueming. The shock in his heart was also worrying. Monk Jueming might be truly enlightened, or he might be facing another catastrophe, or it could be said that the outbreak of decades of mental calamity.
No matter which situation, the Sitting Vajra King cannot sit peacefully in the Buddha's kingdom. The old Vajra King's life span is not long. It would be best if Jueming could really inherit his mantle and receive Buddhist enlightenment. So even though Jueming has his Buddhist support, he decided to go to Yunzhou in person.
…
In the south of Yunzhou in the East, the Daliang Temple of Tingliang State is still bustling with people and is very popular. Not only do the people of Tingliang like to come here to burn incense, but even the dignitaries of nearby countries sometimes do not hesitate to travel long distances to come here. Even the people of Dazhen, even those great scholars and warriors also highly respect this place.
"Good, Nanmu Buddha's Dharma! This is Daliang Temple..."
The slightly old Jueming looked up at the majestic yet simple gate of Daliang Temple and the plaque above it. He put his hands together and bowed in Buddhist manner. His monk's robe was very worn and patched in many places, but no pilgrims around him looked down on him and many of them left enough space for him when passing by.
When some dignitaries looked at Monk Jueming, they were whispering to each other, saying that this monk must be an eminent monk.
Sure enough, the pilgrims' guess seemed to be very correct. When Jueming raised his head and took a step, three monks came out of Daliang Temple and saw Jueming at first sight. The first one was Master Huitong, who had red lips, white teeth and a handsome appearance.
"Good, Great Buddha! I am Huitong, may I know your Dharma name?"
Monk Huitong treated him with Buddhist etiquette. The profound Buddhist nature of Monk Jueming outside the temple awakened him from his meditation in the temple. He suddenly realized that a great monk had arrived, but when Jueming looked up he smiled.
"Master Huitong, my Buddhist name is Jueming. Thank you for your guidance, which has allowed Zhao Long to find a place in Buddhism!"
Monk Huitong was stunned. He couldn't say that he had an extraordinary memory, but it wasn't bad either. How could the monk in front of him not remember it if he gave him a hint
Wait, Mr. Ji seemed to have said something similar, and also asked if it was Monk Huitong
Although he had some doubts in his mind, Monk Huitong suppressed them for the moment and calmly invited the monk in front of him to enter the temple.
"Master, you have come from afar, please come into the temple and have a chat!"
"Good, thank you all for bothering me!"
Monk Jueming looked in a certain direction of the temple, and the profound Taoist breath seemed like a breeze blowing into his heart, making him realize that the Bodhi tree was over there.
"Good, the rumors are true!"
"If possible, I would like to meditate under the Bodhi tree. Do you agree?"
As soon as they entered the temple, Monk Jueming told Monk Huitong the purpose of his trip, and Monk Huitong smiled.
"Master, you can sit under the tree and meditate!"
"Thank you!"
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At this moment, a month has passed since the same cause and effect crossed paths. The Vajra King who was sitting on the lotus during the journey was still able to enter into meditation while flying.
Suddenly, the Sitting Vajra King opened his eyes, and his pair of Dharma eyes that seemed to be flashing with a gilded luster looked towards the south. Although he was above the sea and sky at the moment, that direction was not too far from the Southern Wilderness Continent. While he was in meditation, a strange and ominous aura attracted his attention, but when he opened his Dharma eyes, he felt nothing at all.
"Is this a sign of trouble?"
The wisdom opened up by the monk's meditation was far beyond his normal state. The Sitting Vajra King did not think that what he felt was wrong. He pondered for a moment, and then the Sitting Vajra King's Buddha light turned and flew directly to the southern wilderness.