Chapter 1451: Chapter 601: Delivering Others and Oneself_3
The entire dojo, filled with an ever-thickening Buddha’s glow, enveloped Qin Ming. A grand chanting of Zen resounded in his heart, deafeningly.
However, he stood as firm as a rock, with his hands behind his back. Outside his body, a thousand cicadas chirped in unison; a pair of hands tore through the dense Buddha’s glow, rendering him seemingly immune to all techniques.
The wandering monk was shocked, secretly thinking, "What’s happening? The chanting of the Bodhisattva’s martial hall should be enough to suppress a great demon. How is it that it’s having no effect on him?"
Even the Buddha sons and Buddhist nun had ripples in their eyes. This was the spiritual radiance of the Bodhisattva’s martial hall, yet it couldn’t suppress a Grandmaster?
"Several millennia of decay, perhaps the spirit essence around here is nearly depleted," guessed an old monk in the mid-stage of Grandmaster.
In fact, only the Great Grandmaster Du Chen knew, though most of Buddha’s rhyme had been lost, it wasn’t so weak as to be insignificant; this person was quite extraordinary.
Qin Ming initially endured a wave of pressure, but when it was pierced by his Chaotic True Form, eliminating that discomfort, all the surging Buddha’s rhyme was obliterated.
His mindset was peaceful, without the feeling of entering a dragon’s pond or tiger’s lair.
Of course, he didn’t float either, after all, there was still a golden gate here, its Buddha’s glow rich and extending afar.
Qin Ming had already resonated with it; it was a channel connected to the Great Leiyin Temple, formed through resonance with the Seven Treasures Pool.
However, the real bodies from there couldn’t come over, only wrapped in Buddha’s glow with the wisdom root could they step through this gate.
Neither the Great Grandmaster Du Chen nor the three Buddha sons, despite appearing indistinguishable from true men, had actual bodies, they were merely Buddha’s glow embracing the wisdom root, which ordinary people couldn’t detect.
This was the Buddhist Sect’s "Divine Travel" state.
The golden gate was only for beings of the Fifth Realm to pass through.
The main issue was the dilapidation of the Bodhisattva’s martial hall, where the Seven Treasures Pool once dried up, and now only a bit of water light existed, unable to sustain a channel for Ancestor Master and Earth Immortals to cross worlds.
Otherwise, Qin Ming wouldn’t have ventured here alone.
The real Great Leiyin Temple is incredibly distant from here.
Thousands of years ago, after this Bodhisattva’s martial hall was severely damaged, the Great Leiyin Temple abandoned this flying land.
In this era, several Arhats, using exotic treasures to explore the six directions and eight desolates, resonated with this dojo’s Seven Treasures Pool, aware of the resurgence of a Reincarnation Black Lotus, came alive, becoming somewhat excited.
Such a divine plant was extremely rare, even in the main temple of the Great Leiyin Temple, only a few exist, extremely precious.
Especially since they discovered someone was actually traversing reincarnation here, they became more attentive. Initially, only Buddha Son Miao Wu came with a wandering monk to observe, seeking to comprehend the intent of reincarnation.
As for Buddha Son Miao Yuan, not long ago he faced an unprecedented defeat in a duel, which left even a strand of white hair at his temples, indicating a great loss of primordial qi.
Moreover, the people he sparred with were still guests at the Great Leiyin Temple, and Miao Yuan, avoiding heartache from staying, ran here.
Later, Du Chen and Miao Yin along with others also arrived.
Buddha Son Miao Wu spoke: "Our Buddha is compassionate. These two entered the Reincarnation Lotus by fate, not as a disaster, but as a fortuitous Buddhist connection. The lotus carries the essence of the Pure Land of the Great Leiyin Temple, leading them through reincarnation to cleanse karma and sever mortality, so they may attain Arhat Fruit Position another day, thereby promoting Buddhist law and subduing demons and devils. This is their opportunity and merit. Benefactor, why hold on to appearances and speak of ’taking away,’ wouldn’t that sever their connection?"
Qin Ming was surprised. He had heard tales of this supreme martial hall’s debates, verbal sparring, most skilled, yet he hadn’t expected to experience it himself one day.
With a slight smile at the corner of his mouth, he said, "What the Buddha Son mentioned as ’good fate’ is merely your one-sided arrangement. These two were bound to the mortal world, entering this place by accident and not by intent. Reincarnation to cleanse karma is not something they sought. If forcibly guided, it isn’t a Buddhist connection but a coercive transformation. You speak of severing mortality; does it mean to strip memory, alter their nature? The Great Leiyin Temple speaks of ’equality among all beings,’ yet does equality mean depriving others of choice, imposing one’s wishes on another?"
Then, he smiled slightly and said, "Moreover, rather than idle talk, I believe more in action. If the Buddha Son wishes to transform the two, I have some skill with my fists and feet, and would like to spar with you first."
In summary, he felt that verbal exchanges were useless. Ultimately, it came down to strength, and he didn’t mind publicly comparing himself with the Buddha Son.
Buddha Son Miao Wu said, "You misunderstand Buddha’s intention, your wisdom root is dusted, this humble monk is willing to chant scriptures for you for three days, to dispel the dust and help your mind reach clarity."
Wearing a white robe, indeed transcendent, he began chanting scriptures, and in an instant, a deluge of characters flew towards Qin Ming, covering him.
This kind of "verbal sparring" was indeed formidable; the true scripture formed a shape, a kind of suppression that could "purify" one’s mind until completely convinced.
"Do you want to transform me too?" Qin Ming asked.
Miao Wu said, "No, this humble monk wants to wash away the dust on your soul, guiding your wisdom root back, to shine brightly."
Qin Ming said, "Don’t think of transforming my soul first, try my hand first and see."
As he spoke, Qin Ming extended his right hand, in an instant enlarging, the Heavenly Light melding consciousness with Divine Wisdom, emanating radiant and divine light, shattering the surrounding scriptures’ characters.
Then, this majestic hand fell towards the Buddha Son.
No one present moved, observing the duel between Buddha Son and Zheng Guang, knowing well that the so-called scripture baptism of mind was just a literary duel technique.
Truly, high monks of the Buddhist Sect could speak, and it would become law, more terrifying than direct action.
Sure enough, around Buddha Son Miao Wu, scriptures manifested, pages upon pages drifting in the night sky, condensed by Buddha’s rhyme, the words on them shining brilliantly, slicing towards the large hand.
