If the sect doesn't accept geniuses, they will become giants once they leave?

Chapter 538 Dao Liang
"So what about Yingjiu?"

Leng Ningshuang didn't believe it, and even hated the idea of putting down the butcher knife and becoming a Buddha, but she had to admit that it was a good way to solve the problem.

"Will he die on the way through the fierce demon tribe in this life?"

Dao Hai didn't say anything, but looked at Xiao Cui.

Xiao Cui pursed her lips and smiled bitterly, "He has completely forgotten everything about his previous life. This life is his last."

Leng Ningshuang sensed something strange in Xiao Cui's tone, "What happened between you and him in your past nine thousand reincarnations?"

Xiao Cui pursed her lips and nodded.

"When I was reincarnated for the first time, I thought it was God's blessing that gave me the opportunity to live again. It was Yingjiu who told me that I was reborn to atone for my sins and suffer torture."

"I naturally refused to accept it, and then I died. The same thing happened in my second life. It wasn't until the 375th life that I gave up, and in the 700th life, I accepted the fact. Even if I reincarnate as a human again, I can still remember the things of my previous life, so I think it's not a problem to live like this. After all, Yingjiu was a cultivator in the Fusion Stage before his death, and his soul is extremely powerful. No matter how many times he reincarnates, he will still remember me, but..."

"He has suffered enough, so he remembers less and less. In this life, he no longer remembers anything."

Leng Ningshuang nodded at first, but the more she pondered, the more she felt something was amiss. "The higher the cultivation level before reincarnation, the more impurities one has been exposed to, and the faster one recovers memories after reincarnation. A cultivator in the Nascent Soul stage needs seven million reincarnations to be forgiven of their sins. How could a cultivator in the Fusion stage possibly clear their memories in nine thousand reincarnations?"

Xiao Cui smiled bitterly and said, "Because before his death in each life, he would go to the territory of the fierce demon tribe, trying to reach the Buddhist holy land of Juezhou. He died on the way to seek Buddha at least nine thousand times."

Leng Ningshuang looked thoughtfully at Dao Hai, "Is this what you Buddhists mean by laying down your butcher knife and becoming a Buddha right away?"

Dao Hai shrugged, unable to deny it.

"In other words, in this life, Yingjiu can successfully cross the territory of the fierce demon tribe and reach Juezhou, achieving complete perfection?"

When saying this, Leng Ningshuang subconsciously glanced at Xiao Cui.

Yingjiu's fulfillment means that in Xiao Cui's next reincarnation, no one named Yingjiu will come to find her.

"He should continue to die on the road to seeking Buddha."

Looking at the bustling crowds and the ethereal spiritual energy in front of him, Yingjiu was stunned for a few seconds before subconsciously rubbing his eyes and stammering, "Master, I, I seem to have seen the holy land. Have we been deceived by the demon again?"

Li Yanmo had a strange expression on his face, but he still shook his head, "You really have arrived in Juezhou."

“Are we in Juezhou? Are we in Juezhou… I’m really in Juezhou!!!”

Yingjiu was stunned for a few seconds before tears filled his eyes. He opened his arms and cheered. Although he was exhausted from days of sleepless travel, he felt unprecedented satisfaction at this moment.

The monks walking back and forth stopped and applauded.

"congratulations."

"congratulations."

"congratulations."

The monks' praise made Li Yanmo feel a little strange. Before he could investigate further, a black-robed monk emerged from the crowd and said, "This must be the master of Tianxu Tower, Li Yanmo, Master Li."

Li Yanmo raised his eyebrows slightly, deliberately putting on a fake smile, "I didn't expect that the Buddhist sect, which is indifferent to worldly affairs, would also pay attention to these mundane matters."

The black-robed monk smiled and shook his head, "Master Li, this is ridiculous. How can what you do be called worldly affairs?"

"Why do I feel so vulgar?"

The woman on the foundation-building platform couldn't help but grumble, "You want to test me? Why do you have to use such flowery, sarcastic words? Why not just spit at me?"

After hearing what Nuyao said, Li Yanmo suddenly realized and decided not to test it any further. "I don't know much about Buddhism, but this is my first time seeing a black-robed monk." The black-robed monk opened his arms, looked at his pitch-black robe and smiled, "Ah~ This is what happens when you wear clothes for a long time."

"I heard that clothes become whiter the more you wash them?"

"If I wash it, won't the dirt go to someone else?" The black-robed monk stroked his beard. "My last name is Yao, and my Dharma name is Daoyan."

"Daoyan? Are you of the same generation as Daohai?" Li Yanmo didn't quite understand the rules of Buddhist names, but Daohai and Daoyan sounded like they were of the same generation.

"Daohai? Ah~Daohai, of course, he is extraordinary," Daoyan laughed.

Yingjiu stood aside feeling a little anxious. He had indeed come to the Buddhist holy land of Juezhou after going through many hardships, but going to the Buddhist holy land was never what he wanted. He came here to seek a way to cure Xiao Cui's strange disease!
"Master Daoyan! I'm here to ask for medicine! My childhood sweetheart is seriously ill!" In desperation, Yingjiu interrupted Daoyan.

Daoyan tilted his head to look at Yingjiu, frowned slightly, and smiled, "Donor, if you are sick, you should seek medical treatment. We don't have any magic pills here. Of course, if you want some smoked bacon, I can give you a few pounds."

Seeing Daoyan say this, Yingjiu immediately became anxious, "But the doctor said that the only way to save Xiao Cui is to go through the evil demon tribe and reach the Buddhist holy land!"

"This... this donor, let me put it this way. I have a way that may be able to save your childhood sweetheart."

"I promise! As long as I can save Xiao Cui, I'm willing to do anything!"

Seeing Yingjiu's determined eyes, Daoyan nodded with satisfaction and said softly, "In that case, you can become a monk here."

Yingjiu was stunned for a moment. After a few seconds of confusion, he gritted his teeth and said, "If I become a monk, Xiao Cui will be saved?"

"It's better than doing nothing."

Yingjiu gritted his teeth, bowed his hands, and said, "I am willing to become a monk."

"it is good--"

Daoyan waved his hand, and soon a monk came with a shaving knife. He shaved Yingjiu's hair clean with one stroke of the knife. Yingjiu clenched his fists and said nothing throughout the whole process.

A monk brought a mirror. Although Yingjiu had prepared himself mentally, he still staggered and almost fell when he saw that his head was shaved bald.

At this time, several more monks came forward and brought monk robes, Buddhist beads, scriptures, etc.

Daoyan then said softly, "From today on, you must put aside all distractions and concentrate on your cultivation."

Thinking of Xiao Cui, Yingjiu immediately gritted his teeth and nodded.

"Okay, in that case, from today on, your Dharma name will be——"

Daoyan raised his eyes slightly, looked at Li Yanmo, and uttered two words with a smile.

"Daoliang."

Li Yanmo's pupils suddenly shrank as he remembered the Dharma name embroidered on the bear demon's robes.

Yingjiu did not look at the cassock, so he naturally did not know that the Dharma name in the bear demon's cassock was the Dharma name that Daoyan was going to give him. Yingjiu, who was thinking only of saving Xiao Cui, nodded without hesitation.

"Thank you, Master. I will definitely practice diligently!"

"it is good--"

Daoyan agreed with a smile, but his eyes never left Li Yanmo.

(End of this chapter)