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Chapter 821 Amitabha

On the White Jade Square.

Upon hearing this, Gu Chang'an instructed the Cold Crow Venerable beside him, "You go back to the Zen Temple with Fellow Daoist Li first. I have an old acquaintance here whom I need to visit."

Master Hanya was taken aback, but immediately nodded and said, "Yes, Senior Gu."

Afterwards, Gu Chang'an spoke a few more words to Qin Ming.

Qin Ming was a little curious upon hearing this, but he didn't ask any further questions unless the other party said something.

Together with Zi Chen Shenjun and the others, they returned to the Zen temple at the foot of the mountain to rest.

Gu Chang'an's figure blurred and disappeared from the prayer mat.

Not long after.

Deep within Mount Sumeru, above a misty sea of ​​clouds, rise and fall a series of mountain ranges.

A streak of azure light flashed by and then suddenly stopped atop one of the sacred mountains.

Then Gu Chang'an reappeared.

On the edge of the cliff at the mountain peak, there grows a lush and vigorous ancient pine tree with its canopy spread out like an umbrella.

A person was sitting cross-legged under the tree.

He was a thin monk in his forties, dressed in a simple white robe. His face was gentle and peaceful, and his eyes were as clear as a child's and as deep as an ancient pool, as if he could easily see through all the illusions of the world.

He was holding ebony prayer beads in his hand, gently turning them.

Upon seeing Gu Chang'an arrive, she looked at him calmly without saying a word.

The two remained in this stalemate for most of the day.

Gu Chang'an couldn't help but break the tranquility of the mountaintop.

"I say, Amitabha, all I've done is extract some lingering echoes of the Daoist teachings. Is it really necessary to be so petty?"

"Breaking the precept of anger over something so trivial, all your Buddhist mental cultivation has been for nothing!"

Amitabha did not get up, but said indifferently, "Hmph! You still have the nerve to say that? As one of the Seven Sons of Humanity, Golden Beetle, you actually compete with a bunch of juniors for opportunities. What kind of behavior is that?"

Was that prepared especially for you?

"If you want it, just ask me. Do you think I, a monk, would refuse to give it to you?"

"They actually sent an avatar to infiltrate our sect."

Upon hearing this, Gu Chang'an immediately looked embarrassed, and chuckled, "If I just ask you for it directly, wouldn't I owe you a favor? And favors like that are hard to repay."

Hearing this, Amitabha was both angry and amused, and then asked, "Why aren't you staying in your Nine Dragons Domain? Why are you here with me, a monk?"

"Uh... I'm cultivating my technique and need to find some spiritual treasures to assist me," Gu Changqing said vaguely.

The next moment.

Amitabha's deep, ancient eyes narrowed, and he immediately saw through his true intentions: "I heard that you had a conflict with Yin Fuzi and the two of you fought. Could it be that I was injured?"

"Don't mention that old man, he's really bad luck. How could I possibly suffer a loss at his hands? I have other important matters to attend to. Alright, alright, you're really stingy. Consider this a favor I owe you, okay?" Gu Changqing put on an extremely impatient look upon hearing this.

Immediately, he released his magical energy, and as his energy surged, a spiritual pressure at the peak of the Void Refinement stage suddenly descended.

Seeing this, Amitabha stood up as well, finally revealing a look of surprise: "Golden Beetle, do you intend to cultivate this avatar to the Integration Stage? Isn't your true self afraid of losing control? How could you allow yourself to do this?"

"There are precedents to learn from our predecessors."

"Hehe! It cannot be said, it cannot be said. I have obtained a secret technique that is sufficient to deal with this matter," Gu Chang'an said with a calm smile.

"By the way, do you still have any of that 'Precious Brightness Qi'? You might as well give me some too."

Amitabha's face returned to its usual calm, and he said indifferently, "Then you need to owe me two favors."

Hear the words.

Gu Chang'an ignored him and prepared to leave.

Immediately, he stopped and turned around, saying, "By the way, aren't you going to give a sermon in two days? Remember to invite that junior from Kunlun Domain, Li Qianjie."

“Oh? Just now, I saw that this young man also had a Pure Light Glazed Vase in his hand, and he also collected a lot of ‘Daoist Sound Remnants’. Could this child be your descendant? He is being taken care of by you so much, his cultivation foundation is quite good.” Amitabha asked.

"No, he's just a rather interesting junior. After this matter is settled, I'll have to go with him to the Demon Realm to retrieve some things," Gu Chang'an said casually.

Amitabha said, "If it's just a small matter, I, the monk, can agree to it, but you can no longer enter the Bodhi Mystic Realm."

"We cannot leave no opportunity for the younger generation."

Gu Chang'an nodded, then transformed into a streak of azure light and disappeared.

……

In the Zen temple at the foot of the mountain.

Qin Ming digested the content of the sermons he had listened to from Zen Master Shenyin over the past three months.

Then, he took out the two fragments of the sword manual and began to study them. The little sword-wielding figure evolved the Nameless Sword Manual in his mind.

It disappeared after half an incense stick had burned.

'It seems we'll only be able to obtain the complete sword manual once we've pieced together the last remaining part.'

Qin Ming could easily see that this little figure capable of evolving the sword scripture was merely a remnant of sword intent within the sword.

However, to cultivate this nameless sword scripture, one needs to pair it with a special spiritual sword.

After finishing his study, Qin Ming composed himself and left the room.

The surrounding courtyards were also full of people, all waiting for the results.

These cultivators were naturally eager to be selected to continue participating in the subsequent Dharma assemblies.

After all, it was a lecture given by a prominent human leader, and it took place in the Bodhi Mystic Realm of Mount Sumeru.

It is said that even the disciples of the main sect of Mount Sumeru rarely have the opportunity to obtain such a chance.

"Sigh! I wonder how well I performed at this Dharma assembly, and whether I will be selected by the seniors."

"I should have performed better and asked more questions. I was too focused on seizing the opportunity to obtain the Daoist echoes."

"Those three guys are truly despicable. I don't know what underhanded methods they used to steal all the opportunities. I hope I never run into them again!" "Yes, yes, at least leave us some leftovers. This Little Mi Mountain Dharma Assembly is only held once every few thousand years. Who knows when the next one will be?"

"I've already missed the opportunity before, so I must seize this one. If Senior Amitabha chooses me this time, I'm willing to completely convert to Buddhism."

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The crowd outside was in a state of high spirits.

Qin Ming immediately withdrew his foot from the path he was about to take and obediently returned to the courtyard.

He hadn't expected that what had happened before would make these cultivators so envious.

But at this moment.

hum~
A vast aura reverberated throughout the heavens and earth.

Golden Buddhist light suddenly burst forth in the sky above the Zen temple, transforming into beams of light that flew down into the Zen temple where the cultivators were gathered.

Some of the golden light fell directly into the hands of the cultivators outside, turning into a swastika-shaped golden mark in their palms.

This clearly demonstrates that one is qualified to participate in subsequent Dharma assemblies.

Some were happy while others were sad, and suddenly, a sound of lamentation came from outside.

Most of the cultivators were not selected.

Swish!
Suddenly, to the astonishment of the cultivators outside, a golden streak of light streaked across the sky and landed in a Zen temple not far from them.

It was in the courtyard where Qin Ming was.

Qin Ming only felt a flash of golden light before his eyes, and a Buddhist mark appeared on his palm. He couldn't help but marvel at it.

He hadn't expected to be chosen anyway.

Having obtained the medicinal ingredient for refining the Nine-Turn Enlightenment Pill, the most important goal has already been achieved.

The cultivators outside were utterly astonished by what they saw and all looked towards the direction of the Zen temple.

"Who lives here? They've been granted this opportunity."

"It seems to be one of those three guys."

"What?! Is there no justice left?"

……

Just after Qin Ming obtained the qualification to enter the 'Bodhi Profound Realm', Zi Chen Divine Lord and the others came to congratulate him.

However, what surprised him was that Gu Chang'an was not chosen by Mount Sumeru.

Of all those present, only Qin Ming and Zi Chen Divine Lord were qualified to participate in the subsequent Dharma assembly.

Even Master Kongzhi was filled with envy: "You two fellow Daoists are truly blessed! You were able to enter the Bodhi Mystic Realm to listen to Elder Amitabha's sermon."

Qin Ming and Zi Chen Shenjun were preparing to fly towards Mount Sumeru.

But then Gu Chang'an secretly transmitted his voice to him, saying, "Fellow Daoist Li, there are opportunities everywhere in the Bodhi Mystic Realm! When the Dharma Assembly ends, Amitabha should select opportunities for those of you who have entered."

"You'd better seize this opportunity. The True Spirit Feather you were looking for earlier must also be there."

"Oh? Is that so?" Qin Ming looked slightly surprised upon hearing this.

Gu Chang'an said, "That's right. There is a Bodhi tree of the seventh rank or higher in Mount Sumeru. If you can achieve enlightenment under the tree, you can take away a treasure."

Qin Ming secretly made a mental note of this matter.

Not long ago, the entry for "Enlightenment of the Great Dao" was refreshed on his Great Dao Tribulation Tea plant. Isn't this exactly what he wanted?

Subsequently.

Then a monk came to lead the way, gathered all the chosen people together, and flew towards the depths of Mount Sumeru.

Qin Ming glanced around and saw that only about thirty people were able to continue participating in the Dharma Assembly.

It seems that Amitabha Buddha's requirements are quite strict; he does not save those who are not destined to be saved.

These people are all outstanding individuals with exceptional comprehension and talent from various spiritual realms of the human race.

After half a stick of incense.

Ripples suddenly spread across the surrounding void.

The sea of ​​clouds ahead parted, revealing a massive barrier.

The leading monk took out a token and struck it against the barrier, revealing a space large enough for a person to pass through.

Immediately, everyone followed and passed through the barrier in front of them.

When Qin Ming transmigrated, he suddenly felt his vision change, as if he had entered another world.

He sensed an incredibly rich source of spiritual energy from heaven and earth, which suddenly became even more intense.

This is the Bodhi Mystic Realm.

Before them stretched an endless sea of ​​crystal-clear clouds, radiating boundless light. Within the clouds, the phantom of a thousand-petaled lotus was faintly visible, appearing incomparably sacred.

When the brilliance fades.

Above the luminous clouds, a Bodhi tree forest radiating countless precious lights appeared.

In the very center of the forest, a majestic and verdant Bodhi tree stands proudly, appearing incredibly sacred under the reflection of the Buddha's light.

'This is the seventh-tier immortal tree!'

Qin Ming's gaze was also deeply drawn to it.

Beneath that towering, seven-tiered Bodhi tree, on its gnarled, dragon-like roots, sat a slender monk who looked like an ordinary person, sitting cross-legged.

He looked to be in his forties, and his deep, ancient eyes were fixed on the person who entered.

Qin Ming immediately felt a chill run down his spine.

Needless to say, just by looking at his appearance and imposing presence, you can tell that the person in front of you must be the legendary 'Amitabha' of Mount Sumeru.

A genuine spiritual power.

(End of this chapter)