Chapter 1261: Chapter 688: Bright Hall, Ming Venerable
All this woman was saying was nonsense.
Anyone with a bit of sense wouldn’t believe it. In historical records, how many people who surrendered had good endings? A true man does not accept undeserved rewards, let alone those benefits this woman offered, which seemed so insubstantial.
Chen Yi sneered, about to make a sarcastic comment, but then noticed the woman’s serene expression. It was as if she believed her words would inevitably come true and that he would surely agree.
This woman was not ordinarily strange. For a moment, Chen Yi felt that this matter was more troublesome than the Medicine Buddha. At least, he could kill the Medicine Buddha, and indeed, he eventually did.
As if penetrating Chen Yi’s thoughts, the Purity Saintess shook her head, pursed her lips, and smiled, saying, "Do you think I’m someone who wants to be a Bodhisattva? That is merely a Bodhisattva. I thought you understood, but now I see you know nothing. Didn’t that woman with the surname Zhou teach you anything?"
Chen Yi’s eyes narrowed deeply. This Purity Saintess had some unknown divine skills, but from just a few words, it was clear that she understood his background.
"The Bodhisattva observes the world with the patience of the unborn, but if sentient beings are boundless, when can the Bodhisattva ever save them all? If reincarnation is endless, wouldn’t the Bodhisattva also be in the midst of calamity?
The unborn and undying is the realization of the Bodhisattva’s law, not of the Bodhisattva themselves. Therefore, the Bodhisattva can die, but the law cannot perish."
The Purity Saintess paused for a moment. At this moment, she seemed like a wooden statue speaking:
"I have reached the realm of the Buddha."
As the Purity Saintess’s words fell, her tone was as if declaring to the world. Chen Yi instantly tensed, prepared for anything, gathering Sword Intent, his mind formless, body without substance, anticipating the looming storm, ready for the crushing weight of a towering mountain.
But after a brief glance around, the scenery remained silent, and nothing happened.
Donggong Ruoshu scratched her head, glanced around, and laughed softly.
Chen Yi, however, found no humor in it. His pupils contracted slightly as he stared intently at the woman.
She spoke as if she hadn’t opened her mouth, her words landing without any anomaly, like water dissolving into water. She was far from powerless; Chen Yi had experienced it. Had it not been for her meddling, he wouldn’t have been deceived for so long.
In this place where thoughts could manifest into reality, she could speak without reality following, which was most shocking.
Sensing Chen Yi growing tenser, Miss Donggong spoke up: "Why are you so anxious?"
Chen Yi glanced at her.
Miss Donggong caught the meaning in his eyes, innocently saying: "I think she talks quite well."
"She almost had me deal with you, and you call that talking well?" Chen Yi sent a secret transmission.
"...One thing at a time..."
Chen Yi was at a loss for words, only gripping the Hou Kang Sword tighter, as did the Sword tighten. If Yin Weiyin had said such words, he would have settled accounts later. But he wasn’t as close with this silly girl and had never crossed that line. Yin Weiyin wouldn’t say such things; he took a deep breath and turned back to the Purity Saintess.
The Purity Saintess looked at him with a half-smile, slowly speaking: "You have seen things come true, and this is only the tiniest bit of cultivation. Think carefully, in your past, is there truly no regret? Returning to a previous life is not impossible."
Chen Yi’s pupils contracted even further. She even knew about these things.
After a while, his emotions eased slightly, and he replied with a smile:
"Actually, I have nothing to regret. No matter how capable you are, there’s no reason for me to join you."
The Purity Saintess’s expression remained calmly unchanged, just her smile slightly fading.
"The past happened as it did. Whatever I am meant to receive, I shall receive in this life. I do not seek perfection, only completeness."
Indeed, looking back, he did have many regrets, unable to claim "no regrets" but certainly unable to say "start over."
Sword Intent spread from Chen Yi’s position as the center, Sword Qi hidden but quietly humming in all directions.
"You cannot harm me,"
The Purity Saintess stated indifferently, contemplating briefly, looking at the man still obstinately refusing to understand, and slowly said:
"You cannot become the Ming Venerable. Do ordinary people not know your origin? Do you not know yourself?"
Upon hearing this, Chen Yi frowned deeply.
...He truly didn’t know much.
All his past thoughts and dreams seemed like illusions, often accompanied by Zhou Yitang knowing everything while he remained half-aware, yet with her by his side, he hardly cared.
Now, with the Purity Saintess intentionally bringing it up, Chen Yi couldn’t suppress his curiosity, furrowing his brows even tighter.
The Purity Saintess chuckled, saying: "It seems you really don’t know."
Chen Yi: "..."
Damn these riddlers!
Reflecting back, everyone he encountered, Gongsun Guan, Old Saintess, Medicine Buddha, Zhou Yitang, Consort Dong, all were enigmatic riddlers, guarding celestial secrets, leaving him to deduce on his own. And Chen Yi, who was bad at solving mysteries, felt most baffled by this.
The Purity Saintess had no obligation to clarify for him, leaving it like the others,
continuing, "I’m not forcing you; I want to make a deal. Gongsun Guan, after all, has ulterior motives for you, something you’re aware of. Let’s put it this way, you find the Bright Hall first, and then I’ll unravel it for you step by step."
Chen Yi remained cautious of this woman’s words, silently gripping his sword hilt, saying, "Empty words to draw a hungry picture, why should I believe you?"
The Purity Saintess remained unperturbed, responding coolly, "You naturally may not believe me, but in this life, you will never leave the World of Ignorance."
She suddenly turned around, her gaze meaningful, scanning the surroundings, and landing on the two women Min Ning and Qin Qingluo,
"The women you favor are here, and you can live well with them as you wish, anything can happen in this wishful world. Still, I believe you have attachments outside."
Chen Yi’s expression turned grim suddenly.
Such words, half-threatening, half-not, most waver one’s resolve. He remained silent, weighing the pros and cons, and after a long while, sneered: "Fine, I agree."
The Purity Saintess nodded slightly.
"I knew you would agree."
Her voice was calm, like the lingering sound of a bell in a Buddhist temple,
"I also know that in the end... you will lend me a hand."
"Cut the nonsense. What is this Bright Hall you speak of, and where is it?"
Chen Yi interrupted directly.
The Purity Saintess showed no anger or other emotions, his offense carelessly regarded. She merely replied slowly:
"The Bright Hall is where the Ming Venerable resides, neither brick nor tile, neither place nor location. It exists in the gap where heart-light intersects, dwelling in the abyss of clarity and ignorance overturned. If you find the Ming Venerable, you will find the Bright Hall. If you find the Bright Hall, you will also find the Ming Venerable."
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