My practice narration is weird.

Chapter 450 If you don't understand Mahayana Buddhism, then I know a little about martial arts.

The underground palace collapsed.

Lian Chi's figure was reflected in the mirror, and he silently watched the dark underground palace collapse and disintegrate bit by bit from top to bottom.

He could feel the aura erupting from the main hall, and it seemed that a battle had just taken place.

But in the end, the aura that should have been suppressed left the underground palace at this moment.

Didn’t donor Ye fail to stop it?

Or was it Master Ye who released him?

Hey, why would I have such an idea, thinking about the blue-white demon being released?

Thinking of this, Lian Chi didn't know what he was thinking of. He quickly clasped his hands together in the mirror and recited the scriptures devoutly.

The underground palace collapsed, and the "Man in the Mirror" was buried, but finally merged into a long river of earth veins.

The world finally quieted down.

The underground palace collapsed and everyone eventually left, except Lianchi, who had no choice but to bury himself deep underground and drift with the flow.

But no problem.

My mission is accomplished.

Time passes little by little.

The sound of chanting in the mirror became louder day by day.

But Lian Chi's originally kind and benevolent face became more and more complicated day by day, until his forehead was covered with sweat and his expression was full of ferocity.

The sound of the chanting became increasingly vague and confused, and in the end it was impossible to tell whether he was talking incoherently or in scripture.

Until one day, the chanting stopped. Lian Chi bent his ten fingers and pounded them on the ground, with a ferocious and angry look on his face.

"what about me!"

He let out a cry that was either a question or an answer.

How many years did Lian Chi live?
One hundred years? Two hundred years? Three hundred years?

But he was corrupted by the "Man in the Mirror", and through the secret consciousness he merged into the weirdness, becoming this neither-human-nor-ghost existence for thousands of years, changing dynasties, and flowing through time and space.

Lian Chi had already forgotten how he spoke to his fellow brothers and sisters with a smile when he first set foot in the underground palace.

Everything about his life had become blurred with the passage of time, and all that remained in his mind was the repetition of the long and lonely years in the underground palace.

No one can tell whether the lotus pond is controlled by human consciousness or by the weirdness having human consciousness.

Lian Chi himself couldn't tell the difference.

But no matter how his consciousness was eroded, he had only one thought before, which was to suppress the blue-white demon. This was his mission.

It is also his obsession.

His destiny is to suppress this underground palace and prevent the blue-white demon from leaving.

But what about now?

If the blue-white demon is gone, then what is the meaning of my existence?
For ordinary people, if one goal is lost, the next one will appear, which doesn’t seem to be a problem.

But for Lian Chi, everything changed.

He has become one with the weirdness, unable to escape or be rescued, and even the boundary between life and death has become blurred in him.

Whether it is a human or a monster, the [Man in the Mirror] is immortal and the lotus pond is immortal.

Without the existence of the blue-white demon, and without this destiny to uphold, Lian Chi could no longer keep his mind focused.

Lian Chi felt like he was about to collapse.

He didn't want to break down.

Unconsciously, the image of the blue-white demon completely occupied his mind, and obsession spread in his heart.

As long as he thought of that demon, Lian Chi could calm down and recite scriptures devoutly.

But when he remembered that he was Lian Chi, his face became hideous and his expression was painful.

His body twisted little by little, and his face twitched and changed constantly according to what he was thinking.

In [The Man in the Mirror], Lian Chi has gone crazy, but there is also a sober blue-white demon.

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Ye Wuyou looked at the "blue-white demon" in front of him indifferently.

The demon in front of him had a very vivid look, and even the posture of the demon Buddha was exactly the same, but this was still Lian Chi.

The demon transformed by Ye Wuyou had an aura very similar to the previous demon, even [Rebirth of Flesh and Blood] and [Adaptation] were in him.

Lian Chi can't tell the difference, but Ye Wuyou can.

But Ye Wuyou didn't need to provoke the other party, whether it was Lian Chi or the Qingbai demon, he just needed to find someone who was conscious to help him leave.

He lifted the illusion and turned back into Ye Wuyou. At this moment, he stepped on the other person and said calmly.

"Would you mind sending me away?"

The blue-white demon smiled lightly and said piously.

"Donor, you have a state of mind without form, so I will naturally help you with this request."

Ye Wuyou frowned unconsciously and wanted to ask something, but in the end he said nothing and just increased the strength of his feet.

"Don't be anxious, benefactor. We are destined to meet again. Can you take this short time to help me solve my doubts? It will be better than me having to spend a long time like this in the future."

"If this confusion is resolved, I will definitely help you leave."

Ye Wuyou shook his head and said.

"I can't answer the questions that you have been unable to figure out for so long."

"No, the donor has a state of mind without form, and will definitely be able to solve this poor monk's doubts."

It’s this sentence again…

Ye Wuyou wanted to ignore it, but thinking of the previous strange anomalies, he narrowed his eyes slightly.

In the lotus pond, in the eyes of the blue and white demon Buddha, what is the formless state of mind?
"What is the formless state of mind?" Ye Wuyou asked.

"do not know."

The other party's answer was very straightforward. Ye Wuyou looked calm, chuckled, and asked back.

"Since you don't know, why do you say that about me?"

"Donor, formlessness is formlessness. It has no form and no state. How can we know such a thing? I know this, but I can only not know it at the moment."

"You can't make it up, right?" Ye Wuyou said indifferently.

“This is all I can say about the formless state of mind. You can figure it out for yourself.” Lian Chi said slowly.

Ye Wuyou's cultural level is not ideal.

So much so that the calculation of one thousand minus seven, which is impossible to subtract, was wrong, thus allowing Luo Qinghan to escape.

At this moment, Ye Wuyou, who was described by Lian Chi as possessing a "formless state of mind", suddenly had a brain freeze. He tilted his head, thought for a long time, and finally kicked Lian Chi hard.

He no longer cared about the bullshit of Wu Xiang Xin and just gave the other person an indifferent look.

Lian Chi slowly sat up at this moment, kindness and tranquility appeared on his ferocious face. He clasped his hands together, nodded slightly, and asked very politely.

"Donor, I slaughtered 3,000 miles of blood to save Buddhism, but Buddhism did not understand and suppressed me underground. Now, a thousand years have passed and Buddhism has long been in decline. Donor Ye, do you think I was wrong?"

Ye Wuyou glanced at Lianchi again.

These words completely put himself in the position of a demon.

In Lian Chi's heart, and even in his cognition, he has completely turned into that demon.

Ye Wuyou lowered his eyes slightly, and at this moment, he completely regarded the other party as a demon.

"Don't you know the answer to this question?" Ye Wuyou responded calmly.

If we are still struggling with this issue after such a long time, then what is the point of talking about right and wrong?
The demon smiled slightly, bowed lightly to Ye Wuyou, and then spoke again.

"I think that we just didn't kill enough people at the beginning. Although people were afraid, they still spoke out in their hearts and criticized them verbally and in writing. As a result, the situation became unstoppable. In order to quell the anger, the Buddhist sect had to lock me up underground."

"But if I had insisted on my own wish, ignored the words of the world, ignored the advice of the abbot, and suppressed the world, I think the result would be very different."

Is it?

Ye Wuyou looked indifferent, listening quietly to the demon's lies.

Judging from the results alone, if the demon had done as he said, the results would definitely have been different.

They were all killed, there was no one left, so of course there would be no objection. If it was just that, it would be fine. Ye Wuyou could hardly answer such a stupid question, let alone solve it. It was simply polluting his mind.

But the demon didn't care. He just talked to himself with a pious look.

"Do you think my move is too extreme? If I do this, the world will be purified and turned into bliss, but there will be no more living beings?"

"Donor, you are wrong." The blue-white demon smiled lightly, his expression extremely excited, and there was a gleam in his eyes.

"I once met a great demon. He told me that after destruction comes rebirth. Even if there are no more living creatures in the world, as time goes by, there will eventually be beings like us, even if they are not called humans..."

"By that time, I think I will have already attained enlightenment and become a Buddha on the spot. I will teach the newborn souls again. By then, everyone will be kind and sincere, and there will be no disputes. Then the world will be a true pure land."

"Donor Ye, what do you think?"

Lian Chi, who had transformed into a demon, raised his eyes slightly and looked at Ye Wuyou with an extremely pious expression, and his clasped hands were trembling slightly.

Why tremble?

He wanted affirmation.

He wanted to know whether this idea was right or wrong, yes or no...

It's ridiculous.

Every word that came out of the other party's mouth was extremely outrageous, like a demon acting in extreme ways.

But the last sentence reveals the other party's sincere wish from the bottom of his heart.

He truly wanted to establish a pure land of eternal bliss.

It's absurd and discordant, sad and lamentable.

Ye Wuyou's eyes were still calm, but at this moment he couldn't help but stare at the other person for a few seconds.

After all, it was Master Lianchi.

These divergent thoughts are stronger than the demon that only knows "kill, kill, kill".

It even involves a causal loop.

But there is no pure land in this world.

The Pure Land of Bliss and the Utopia on Earth are all beautiful things that people imagine, just like a utopia that only exists in fantasy.

Perhaps it was because of the piety in the other person's eyes, or perhaps it was because of the constant trembling of the other person's body and even pupils, Ye Wuyou did not choose to say that this was just a false fantasy.

Thinking about this question itself is a fantasy. In this case, there is no need to care about reality.

Ye Wuyou closed his eyes gently, and when he opened them again, he was neither sad nor happy, and there was a tranquility in his eyes that was different from the past.

"madness."

"Why? Donor, do you think this is not feasible? That is taught by me personally, and I personally guide the newborn people to be good..." Lianchi said hurriedly.

Ye Wuyou smiled. He stretched out his hand, pointed at the demon's forehead and tapped it lightly.

"If human hearts are as simple as you think, then why have you ended up like this?"

"Even Buddha doesn't have the ability to make people's hearts turn to goodness. Who do you think you are?"

Lian Chi didn't say anything, but there was confusion and struggle in his eyes.

His face also began to distort from that of a demon, revealing the phantom of the crazy lotus pond.

"Then, benefactor, what do you think we should do?" Lian Chi shouted unwillingly.

"Use magical powers."

"Magic?"

"Instead of spending time teaching them, it is better to use mystical powers to plant a mental stamp in their minds early on, so that they know that being kind and helping each other is as normal as eating and drinking water. Fighting, hostility and discrimination against each other is as disgusting as eating shit and drinking urine."

"This……"

"Why? You're not asking me what to do if someone likes to eat shit? Or if you become a Buddha by then, you won't have such a simple magical power?"

Ye Wuyou looked at the lotus pond with a playful look in his eyes.

Lian Chi was stunned for a long time, and finally he cried and laughed with a trembling expression, and kept muttering to himself in a low voice, but his words were unclear.

Ye Wuyou didn't like such ghostly howling.

He just kicked the other person and said indifferently.

"Now, get me out of here."

But Lian Chi didn't say anything, he just lay on the ground and thought.

The demon-like figure seemed to slowly dissipate at this moment and turned back into the original appearance of the old monk.

"donor."

Lian Chi spoke again. This time, the old monk's eyes were extremely calm, but underneath the calmness was a hint of deep curiosity.

"I will send you away, but you have to answer me a question."

"But I have already answered you." Ye Wuyou frowned slightly.

"Your words have made me stop being crazy and regain consciousness. I was just confused by the demon just now, but now I am the poor monk."

"This is the help you have given me, the donor. You changed the cause and I woke up. Now I am reaping the fruits of your labor." Lian Chi said calmly.

Ye Wuyou looked at the lotus pond and said nothing.

Lian Chi said again.

"If you want to leave on your own, you can, but before this, I was not in control of the Man in the Mirror, and you could barely open a gap. Now, if I don't want you to, you can't leave even if you use all your strength."

Ye Wuyou smiled faintly.

"Are you threatening me?"

"The poor monk dare not."

Lian Chi lowered his head and recited the scriptures, but it was obvious that he really had no intention of letting Ye Wuyou leave.

The huge bald head appeared in front of Ye Wuyou without any defense.

Ye Wuyou took a look, a smile appeared on his face, and he signaled the other party with his eyes.

After getting permission, Lian Chi responded immediately.

"Donor, those questions just now were all for me to ask about my conscience, but now, I want to ask about Donor Ye's conscience."

"ask me?"

"Donor, I noticed that you were confused about the formless mind. I don't understand it very well and cannot give you a clear answer. Why don't I ask it for you? First, it can satisfy my curiosity, and second, it can help you to comprehend it yourself. What do you think?" Lian Chi said seriously.

At this moment, his clenched ten fingers gently loosened, Ye Wuyou's eyes moved away from Lian Chi's bald head, he thought for a moment, and said lightly.

"It's interesting. Ask it."

It is important to leave this place, but it is also important to understand yourself.

Lian Chi asked at this moment.

"Master Ye, if you were in the position of that evil Buddha, and the whole world wanted to destroy Buddhism, this matter would be irreconcilable. As a Buddhist, you have the power to suppress the world. Would you slaughter people for three thousand miles, or change something?"

Ye Wuyou’s answer was simple.

"None of my business."

"But Buddhism has been very kind to you. You also understand that Buddhism's situation was not caused by you. It was a completely unprovoked disaster..."

"If I am here, Buddhism will exist. If I am not here, Buddhism will not exist for me." Ye Wuyou said calmly.

Lian Chi thought for a moment, with recognition and some doubt in his eyes.

Some even feel a little bit unsatisfied.

"Donor, the formless state of mind is indeed mysterious, but it is still missing something. I think this question may be a little far-fetched for you, so I will make some changes."

Lian Chi bowed his head and spoke again in a casual tone.

"Master Ye, if a mountain as high as the sky collapses, the left side of the mountain is your closest friend in this world who has no cultivation, and the right side of the mountain is the millions of ordinary people in this world. You can only determine the direction of the mountain collapse, but you cannot stop it."

"Let me ask you, benefactor, which direction would you let the mountain collapse to?"

Ye Wuyou thought for a while.

The ten fingers that had just been loosened were now gently brought together again.

He raised his hand, raised his fist, and smiled casually at Lian Chi's bald head.

"Old bald donkey, if you don't understand Mahayana Buddhism, then I know a little bit about boxing and kicking."

(End of this chapter)