Who is spreading rumors that my filial piety towards them has changed?

"Are you alright?" Zuo Qiuchi's eyes were full of concern.

"No, it's just a bit of a ritual! Besides, I'm also afraid that if I actually pull out a wooden fish, what if I get infected?"

But if I were to use your tender, white peaches, Master, for enlightenment, I certainly wouldn't suffer a cultivation deviation! My Dao heart is steadfast and unshakeable!

Zuo Qiuchi wasn't one to dwell on things, so she told Chu Mingkong to stop bothering her. She really didn't want to make any rash moves and then punish him.

"Just stay quiet, but I still have to warn you, if you dare to mess around, I'll not only break your momentum, but also tie a knot in your hair. Luckily you're long enough, let's see how many knots you can tie!"

Zuo Qiuchi reached out to where Chu Mingkong had hidden his weapon and made a snapping motion as a warning.

Chu Mingkong naturally agreed, nodding repeatedly in agreement:

"Of course we wouldn't dare to trespass into the cave. Next time, we'll definitely get Master's precious permission first before we visit!"

"No permission allowed!"

Zuo Qiuchi flicked his forehead, rolled up her own little blanket that she had grown attached to, crumpled it into a ball, and hugged it as a pillow. Her curvaceous and hot body swayed and wobbled as she suddenly collapsed.

She shifted slightly, adjusted herself into a comfortable position, and soon her breathing became light and steady; she had fallen into a deep sleep.

Chu Mingkong sat behind Zuo Qiuchi's plump, honey-like buttocks, feeling utterly amazed.

Zuo Qiuchi, who would rather lie down than stand, would never deliberately bend over and disturb her concentration to slack off and sleep.

Even so, her lower half was still full and perky, plump and round. Some women, even if they deliberately tried to be seductive, could hardly match her perky charm when she casually lay down.

Chu Mingkong's mind was clear and free of distracting thoughts; his entire being was focused on his master's mind.

With devout eyes, he took the Bodhisattva's legacy left by the Asura King, placed it respectfully and reverently on the rounded part, and earnestly recited:

"Namo Amitabha Buddha, my precious master!"

Then, I carefully entered a meditative state and began to comprehend this Buddhist tradition.

The voice of the Bodhisattva of Boundless Intent resounded in his mind like chanting, but it was not the melodious voice of Liu Rushi.

Instead, it is a myriad of different timbres, whose grandeur directly reflects the profound mystery of "endless meaning," where sound is endless and all beings are endless.

"Could these be the voices of people who have manifested as this Bodhisattva?" Chu Mingkong muttered to himself.

"Hmm... Those beings burdened with heavy karmic obstacles are obsessed with 'love' and do not realize it. Their lust is especially strong, and they always want to engage in lustful desires. They are obsessed with the pleasure brought by their karmic obstacles and sink deeper and deeper."

Countless causes and conditions come together to form countless sentient beings, who in turn are trapped in an endless sea of ​​suffering. Without wisdom, it is difficult to sever the ties of attachment.

Chu Mingkong was completely confused. This didn't seem to be any kind of proper cultivation method at all. Why was it like he was talking about reason?

But the Asura King didn't seem like the type to fool him on this point, so there was no need for him to.

Chu Mingkong gently patted the large, snow-white wooden fish in front of him. The sound of the wooden fish was crisp and melodious, reaching the heart and soul, while the wooden fish trembled in his palm like jelly.

He had an idea and immediately asked himself:

"My goodness, is this scripture transmission?"

【certainly.】

I don't know if it's just my imagination, but the system girl's voice had a hint of helpless, wry smile.

Perhaps she found it strange to see Chu Mingkong comprehend the Bodhisattva's teachings in such a way.

The lineage of Buddhism, especially the lineage to the level of Arhat and Bodhisattva, requires enlightenment.

You can understand this as the threshold for entering a sect, and it's even more demanding than the sect lineage in the cultivation world; it requires you to have a 'determined purpose' in your heart.

"Isn't this similar to the grand vows made by senior monks? Except that this is a test of Buddhist thought and morality during the enrollment phase, and only after passing it can one comprehend it?"

[Official business.]

Chu Mingkong felt a chill run down his spine upon hearing this. For an outsider to attempt to steal Buddhist scriptures, the first hurdle was to first convert oneself into a Buddhist practitioner...

wrong!

If that's the case, there's no reason why the Asura King could be so unharmed; perhaps the situation isn't as serious as he imagined.

Moreover, the system didn't say that cultivation was impossible, so there should still be a way. It's just that he's currently caught in a certain misconception.

Endless suffering, all beings, the sea of ​​suffering...

Chu Mingkong kept repeating these words to himself, and then he thought of the goddess bodhisattva's deeds in the Asura clan and around him, saving all living beings.

The lineage of this Bodhisattva mentions that He would borrow boundless merit to deliver countless sentient beings from the sea of ​​suffering.

This reminded Chu Mingkong of a phrase he often heard: "If I don't go to hell, who will?"

This statement can be considered a great aspiration in Buddhism, carrying the implication of selflessly dedicating oneself to helping all living beings.

"This lineage says that lust born from 'love' has plunged all living beings into an endless sea of ​​suffering..." Chu Mingkong stared intently at his master's large peach, the fog of confusion in his heart gradually dissipating, and he had a plan.

He closed his eyes, cleared his mind of all thoughts, and with the help of his master's wife Shen Xuejun's icy spiritual energy, calmed his heart as still as ice.

"Countless sentient beings suffer in the endless sea of ​​suffering, and also suffer because they lack the wisdom to sever the ties of affection, thus remaining trapped in the sea of ​​love and desire throughout their lives, suffering endlessly."

I, Chu Mingkong, hereby solemnly vow to exclusively occupy this sea of ​​suffering for all beings, so that they may no longer endure the bitterness and agonizing torment of this sea of ​​suffering. If I do not enter this sea of ​​love and desire, who will?!

Chu Mingkong's intentions when making his vow were sincere, without the slightest hypocrisy.

He silently awaited the Bodhisattva's response, and soon it seemed that his selfless sincerity of "daring to be the first and daring to make sacrifices" was recognized by the Bodhisattva's lineage.

What was originally just a lecture script has been transformed into volumes of precious manuals on cultivation techniques that can be studied and understood.

"The Bodhisattva Dharma, Chapter Eighty Inexhaustible, borrows inexhaustible merit to aid oneself... Is this the essence and wonderful Dharma of the Bodhisattva of Inexhaustible Intent? What is this inexhaustible merit? Is it the power of the believer's mindfulness?"

Does my so-called filial piety count as a kind of mental power?

Hmm? It requires personal instruction from a Bodhisattva to comprehend it. I wonder if it would be helpful to learn from Liu Rushi...

Chu Mingkong first mastered the technique for controlling the Wuxiang Heaven, and then tried to comprehend the "Eighty Endless".

Regardless of whether you can grasp its essence, try to learn its form first.

Just then, Feng Ying went to the carriage below to look for Chu Mingkong, but found that he was not there. Instead, she went to Zuo Qiuchi's room.

"Mingkong, I just found out some information. It seems that the so-called Yin Time Gate that we mentioned before has appeared. You...?"

As soon as the door opened, before Fengying could finish speaking, she witnessed a horrifying and astonishing scene.

Zuo Qiuchi lay on the quilt, her plump breasts erect, while Chu Mingkong sat beside them, his brows furrowed in seriousness, holding a Buddhist inheritance in his hands, a radiant Dharma ring rising in his mind.

The light initially appeared as a golden radiance, but it was quickly twisted into a deep, dark hue by the power of extreme yin.

Feng Ying slapped Zuo Qiuchi's soft wooden fish, and a pleasant, crisp "smack" rang out in the room, instantly waking Zuo Qiuchi up.

"What are you doing, Feng Ying, disturbing my peaceful dream!" Zuo Qiuchi said angrily.

"Your buttocks have converted Mingkong?" Fengying asked with a complicated expression.

"What nonsense are you talking about? What's this talk of conversion? He's right here..."

Zuo Qiuchi was stunned when he saw the traitor's saintly face, and he was speechless.

Chapter 422 The Gate of Yin Time

What the hell is this thing??

Women like Xiao Yunhan and Yongzhen, who have a somewhat aloof personality, often have few expressions because of their aloofness. However, Zuo Qiuchi's lack of expressions is simply because she's too lazy to move her facial muscles.

Seeing her traitorous disciple in this state, she was filled with fear and uncertainty, not knowing what had happened.

"Fengying, this... this wasn't done by you?" Zuo Qiuchi threw the question back at Fengying.

"I can perform rituals to help the deceased, but I can't convert them. As soon as I came in, I saw your white peach sticking out, and Mingkong looked like a saint."

Feng Ying couldn't even laugh, because he really didn't know what had happened. Could it be that the goddess bodhisattva had some hidden trick after her defeat and had converted Chu Mingkong?

"Don't make false accusations. I was sleeping. Who would complain about sleeping too comfortably and then stick their head out like that? It just looked like I was sticking my head out."

Zuo Qiuchi recalled for a moment, snapping out of her daze, and remembered that Chu Mingkong seemed to have said that he would use her as some kind of wooden fish to comprehend some Bodhisattva's inheritance.

She glanced at the bone fragment in Chu Mingkong's hand, then slapped Chu Mingkong's face.

Chu Mingkong, who had just been thrown off the bed, came to his senses and stared blankly at the dizzying scene before him, still feeling the burning sensation of a slap on his face.

Chu Mingkong got up and complained in protest:

"Master, why did you slap me for no reason? I didn't do anything rash, did I?!"

Zuo Qiuchi and Feng Ying looked at him suspiciously. A halo of light still hung behind Chu Mingkong's forehead, and it was quite solid and thick.

Although they were not very knowledgeable about the inner workings of Buddhism, they did have an awareness of the capabilities of Buddhist monks.

The radiance of Chu Mingkong was clear and transparent, with some Sanskrit and Asura script engraved on it, revealing his great wish to "sacrifice himself for all beings, and let all forms and karmic burdens accumulate within him."

It's estimated that many monks in Buddhist monasteries don't possess his kind of temperament...

Zuo Qiuchi pulled Feng Ying over, made her turn around, lifted her skirt, patted her sexy, round buttocks, and asked:

"what is this?"

“This is my wooden fish,” Chu Mingkong replied without hesitation.

"There's no hope. Let's mourn. This is what happens when you blindly try to understand the Buddhist tradition!" Zuo Qiuchi declared the verdict directly to his traitorous disciple, indicating that the diagnosis was complete.

Chu Mingkong finally realized what was going on; his state of enlightenment had probably been misunderstood.

He turned around to look behind him, but the halo followed him. Chu Mingkong could only strain his neck to make sure he saw the halo behind his forehead.

"How did this thing even appear? I don't sense it at all. Can I put it away? Oh well, never mind..."

"Master, Fengying, I'm fine. I was just comprehending the Bodhisattva's techniques; it hasn't had any particular impact."

Zuo Qiuchi stretched and then went over to touch the traitor's luminous form, only to find that it had actually solidified and he could feel its shape!

That's incredibly impressive!

Generally speaking, the halo behind the forehead can be used for illumination, but it is also used to demonstrate strength. Only those who have accumulated merit, faith, karmic power, and karmic retribution can have such a substantial halo.

She removed the black halo and stuffed it into his storage ring:

"It's been taken off."

Fengying: "..."

So this thing is just for decoration? You only hang it up when you need to use it?