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Upon the solemn, ancient altar, hung a giant sphere of swirling chaos.
By chance, chaos parted, and visible were birds and beasts, rivers and mountains.
By chance, chaos gathered, and there was also azure thunder and purple lightning, red fire and gray ashes.
Beneath the churning chaos of a massive, luminous orb, an angry voice growled low.
The suppressed pain in between, like a volcano about to erupt.
The low-growling man was a monk with sharp features.
A countenance that would ordinarily radiate brilliance is now shrouded in pain.
There was a gash on his face, as if cut by a wind knife, particularly near the left eyebrow, where a third of it was missing.
He came too fast, breaking through space, and was wounded by a gust of wind.
It nearly triggered a counterattack from the myriad demons, causing his physical body to be obliterated.
The one being questioned wore a wide-brimmed hat, a raincoat, straw sandals, and sat cross-legged on the ground with a sheathed sword across his knees.
He naturally is one of the three human cultivators guarding Suiming City this term, Qin Changsheng, the True Monarch of Qin from the nation of Qin. He once fought against Shī Zhànwén on the Southern Heaven Battlefield.
"Isn't this open" he said softly.
"You know what I'm talking about!" the angry monk roared furiously.
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"Which door do you want to open" Qin Changsheng asked in a low voice.
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“Of course it’s the gate to the Divine Thunder Realm!”
The monk exclaimed excitedly: "Master Xingnian Chan of my sect is in there, knocking at the door!"
Qin Changsheng's reaction was still very calm.
To my knowledge, the Ten Thousand Demons Gate does not lead to the Divine Thunder Realm.
>The path opened by Master Xingnian himself, yet he did not reach the threshold.
"When he gets to the door, I will confirm it's safe and let him in."
“I want you to open the door now!” The monk suddenly leaned in, his bald head scar blazing red like blood, as if a candle was burning down.
"I'm going to greet him!" Qin Changsheng raised his eyelids and just looked at him.
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"Slowly said, "You know what you're saying"
The same sentence, but it's a question.
The monk was in a state of utter panic, his eyes bloodshot: "Master Xingnian is the highest achiever of *The Sutra of Future Stars* in this world, a great bodhisattva from Mount Xumi, and also the True Lord of the Way for our human race! Qin Zhenjun, you, Qin Changsheng, you, Qin..."
“Enlightenment, I ask you! Qin Changsheng pressed his hand against the long sword, yet remained seated motionless: “If this is a trap, and the demon clan bursts forth, who will be held responsible”
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“I take responsibility!” Zhaoguo Monk shouted angrily, “If something happens because of this, I’ll give my head! You can’t afford it!”
Qin Changsheng's voice was extremely cold: "What does it mean to comprehend by breaking your body into pieces Even if you sacrifice your entire Mount Sumeru, can the Wan Yao Men afford it"
Zhaoguo, with eyes red from crying, said: "Heng Nian Zen Master has made great contributions to the human race. I, Mount Mishi, will give my life for the human race. Looking at the world, few can match his computing power. If we can save him, he will be of great use to our human race!"
> "Not to mention that he hasn't settled his accounts in five hundred years. If you hadn't come to stir things up today, I would have thought he was still in the mountains."
Qin Changsheng spoke slowly: "Let me just tell you the rules."
It wasn't I, Qin Changsheng, who set the rules. It's a rule that has been in place since ancient times: the Human race sets the rules for all monsters and demons.
It is not specifically targeted at you, but you must abide by its rules.
“Anyone entering or leaving the Gate of Ten Thousand Demons must register in advance and undergo both internal and external checks. I didn't expect you to come today, I thought he was still in the mountains.”
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Qin Changsheng said slowly: I'll just tell you the rules.
It wasn't me, Qin Changsheng, who set the rules. It's been a rule since ancient times, that our human race sets the rules for all demons.
It isn't specifically targeting you, but you have to abide by its rules.
All entries and exits from the Ten Thousand Demons Gate require prior notification and both internal and external verification.
I don't know why Chu let you come here so recklessly.
But I have reason to believe that they do not respect the Wan Yao Men, nor the overall situation of the two clans fighting.
The person in charge of the Deputy Gate of Ten Thousand Demons for Chu State has greatly failed their duty! I shall write a letter to the Chu Court and demand an explanation.
Qin Changsheng's eyes grew increasingly sharp, just like the long sword on his knee, almost impossible to contain within its scabbard: The Gate of Ten Thousand Demons was the only passage between the mortal world and the demon realm, and it would never be easily opened to the outside world.
Saying Xing Nian Chan Master hadn't reached the door yet, even if he had reached the door, he would have to wait for the full term, erase all risks, before allowing him to enter!
With this gaze, he realized: who gave you the courage to open the door and welcome
With both armies at war, it is still too early to open the city gates lightly.
War between the two nations is still ongoing, and it is not yet appropriate to relax border defenses.
Now that the two clans are at war, who will you open the gate to
Realization, what do you think we are doing
Why are you here while I'm staying put
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"You wouldn't truly believe that we humans live carefree lives, with the war against demons being nothing more than child's play, would you"
"If that were truly the case, how could your family's Zhengu clock be lost Why did Mingzhi Zen Master die And why is Xingnian Zen Master in danger now Why do you need to cause such a commotion here to achieve enlightenment"
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Has it been a long time since the bloody battle at Wu Ling
The statue of Emperor Yuan Jia Yao Huang is still standing in the Taigu Imperial City, how can you not take a look from afar!
This relentless barrage of questions was like a series of straight swords, each blow piercing his heart. The monk Zhigu was left utterly demoralized and defeated.
The grand True Monarch of Yandao, who once debated Dao with Phoenix True Monarch, actually closed his eyes in pain.
He mumbled, unable to utter a complete sentence.
Of course, he knew what Qin Changsheng had said!
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Of course he knew no one would support him opening the door.
He roared in a low voice because he knew he couldn't afford to hold back.
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But he really wanted to save people!
The one who has been hiding among the demon race for five hundred years, the one who vowed to return the Zhiwen Bell to the mountain gate and end the tragedy of a hundred generations, does he know that someone in the present world is waiting for him
Does anyone believe him Does everyone believe him
“If you truly intend to rescue them, the road there is always open.” Qin Changsheng’s voice was unusually cruel.
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The Gate of Ten Thousand Demons will not open for this.
But between the Civilized Basin and the Demon Realm, there was no trace of the Ten Thousand Demons Gate - that's how Master Xingnian went to the Demon Realm back then.
But Mingzhi Zen Master is gone, and Xingnian Zen Master will also be gone.
What good would it do if he went
Zhaoguo loosened his clenched fist, glanced at the other side, and walked down the altar disconsolately.
"You might consider that."
Qin Changsheng's cold voice came from behind: "Does the Master Xingnian want you to support him Is he willing to let the Ten Thousand Demons Gate take responsibility for him"
Without a word, Shizhao continued walking outward.
For some reason, blood was seeping from the break in her eyebrow.
He wiped a streak of crimson from his fingertip.
Although its body is that of a mortal, it's hard to heal once injured.
A broken eyebrow isn't really that big of a deal, it can be easily smoothed over.
But he did nothing else.
The Jiumanzhang Asking Dao Peak towers high, beyond the reach of worldly eyes.
A scrawny little monkey, Miki, sat alone in front of the chessboard.
White and black stones, ground into pieces for the game, are placed in two copper bowls.
Thus, this copper bowl shall serve as the chess container.
When the child falls in, the sound of the bowl echoes far.
Its sound is like a stone striking an empty valley, achieving the tranquility and profound wisdom of Zen.
This is a bowl left behind by Mingzhi Chan Master, the Bodhisattva of Mount Sumeru, five hundred years ago.
To the left of the Buddha's alms bowl, there were a few books piled up.
To the right of the Buddha's bowl, there were also some books piled up.
Left five, right four.
On the top leftmost book cover, it was written in Daoist script:
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On the right side, at the topmost position, the first book has the title "The Buddha Speaks Fifty-Eight Chapters Chapter Forty-Six" written in Daoist script on its cover.
Back then, when the Heavenly Demon Pavilion's "Buddha Speaks Fifty-Eight Chapters" was stolen, a total of twenty chapters went missing.
Later, the woman behind the scenes was exposed, and the mastermind behind her, Master Sumishan Ming of Zhizan, was also captured and killed directly.
>Seven chapters of the scriptures have been recovered, while thirteen chapters remain lost from history.
All are used by the monk of Xian, scattered across the ends of the earth.
Now, the Three Chapters are used by the Shenxiao Bureau. Xing Nian uses them as a guide, attempting to write the future.
He was set up and forced to stop.
As for the remaining ten chapters, he had already figured out where five of them were.
As soon as appeared in the Shenxiao Bureau, traces were immediately generated, and the other five chapters were nowhere to be hidden.
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The last lost ten chapters of the scripture, nine chapters were collected here, one chapter was shattered by the Arhat Immortal Court.
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If we say that Xingnian Chan Master still has a chance to live, and could even travel through time, using the stargazing of future calamities as his guide.
This Book of Nine Chapters is the only hope.
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The monkey picked up one of the scriptures and flipped through it casually: “When you attain Bodhi, there are no karmic fruits in the world, suffering is illusory and innocent, and all beings realize their own nature.”
He recited the grand aspiration of Master Xingnian before his death, in a lighthearted tone: "When you attain Buddhahood, there is no evil outside heaven."
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The Nine Chapters Classic was torn to shreds, completely reduced to fragments, not even a single character could be put back together.
"That's it, that's all."
He gently blew a breath, the debris became finer, shattering into wind, swirling with dust motes, and falling to the ground.
The game of Go with Master Xingnian, thus came to an end.
As for Buddhist scriptures, what are the classics of ten thousand ages
“Your master's injury, I caused it.”
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Your master uncle's death, was orchestrated by me.
“Your life, too, will end at my hands.”
As he spoke, he swept his hand across the chessboard, starting a new game.
"Good move!" she said with a smile.
While deep in thought about the next move, the first ear on the right twitched slightly, as if hearing something.
"Where's the belltower of knowledge"
He snorted. "What's it to me!"
The chasm between Heaven and Earth has been bridged, the distance between the realm of the Divine and the mortal world once again a hazy mystery.
The Buddha's teachings of fifty-eight chapters transformed into ashes.
He recounted the grand vow of Master Xingnian before his death, his tone light: "When you attain enlightenment, the celestial boundary separating heaven and earth will be permanently bridged. The distance between the divine realm and this world will become vague and unknowable."
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Everything is over, as if nothing ever happened.
Where is the ferry for knowledge
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The Dharma Lineage of cicadas in Mo Yun City, their faces were pale and green with anger.
The Heavenly Demon relentlessly attacked and killed Tianhe. The moment Master Xing Nian breathed his last, he was prepared to seize the "Buddha's Discourse of Fifty-Eight Chapters".
Even if the "Fifty-Eight Chapters of the Buddha" were burned by karma fire, one could still talk about it. But knowing and hearing the Dharma Bell is impossible to destroy!
I hear the bell as a tool for enlightenment, seeking the Tao within. This is what is meant by “Thus have I heard.”
The Wide-Hearing Bell is a tool for seeking the Dao. Seeking the Dao outside, it is called "like obtaining wide hearing."
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The bell of knowledge is a tool for expounding the Way. To expound the Way outwardly, it is called "like making others know and hear."
Mount Gu Nanshan has enshrined the Knowing Bell for thousands of years. Heaven’s pride are born here, truly a place to understand and express the Dao.
As the great Bodhisattva once said, 'Let him know my heart and I shall know his. This is my way, and it shall be known throughout the world.'
To grasp this clock, one also gains insight into the way of life!
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If Jin Si doesn't return today, his karma will be the ancient sin of a thousand years for Gu Nanshan!
For this cup of wisdom, Mount Sumeru has sacrificed for generations.
What lengths would he go to for this piece of knowledge
"Where's the clock" Chan Fa Yuan looked towards the gathering darkness, killing intent surging.
Suspect that there might be secret techniques from the Black Lotus Temple here.
"Hehehe, you guessed right. This Bodhisattva me has returned the Dharma Bell to where it belongs!"
In the darkness, the void of animalistic desires, his emotions seem much more stable.
After all, if one has never possessed it, how can they speak of losing it
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What place should it be in
“Of course, it is the orthodox lineage of Buddhism, the transmission of scriptures for ten thousand generations, a lifeboat to save the world, the Black Lotus Pure Land!”
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At this very moment, Master Xingnian has passed away, and the beacon has been extinguished.
The time when Shenxiao land and Moyun City were forcibly connected by Mi Zhiben branched out again.
The method of cicada fate once again set its gaze upon the path lost in time.
Since that's the case, Zhìwénzhōng's disappearance should have nothing to do with Hélianthe Temple.
That blaze of karma consumed everything, truly erasing too many traces.
His cultivation was so profound that it seemed to pierce the heavens. At first glance, one couldn't see through him clearly.
So, before Master Xingnian died, did he push the Zhining Bell back into that hidden place He couldn't take it back, so he would rather let the Zhining Bell be lost from then on
The secrets of the Shenxiao Bureau are as numerous as grains of sand in the Ganges.
Where should I even begin to look
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On the mountaintop, demons were silent.
Although the Xingnian Zen Master is a great enemy of the demon race, he 'sails alone across the Heavenly River, fighting countless celestial demons'.
At this sight, who wouldn't let out a sigh of admiration It truly transcends the boundaries of friend and foe.
The homesickness that stretches across millions of miles, the bravery to venture alone even against thousands of foes, these are sentiments that resonate with every living being.
All mountains are haunted!
Outsiders are not allowed to return.
Jiang Wang fell into the mirror world. In that silent, white mist, he was clutching himself tightly... Five hundred years ago, Master Xingnian watched his master, Master Mingzhi, be killed by a powerful demon.
He could only watch helplessly as the Venerable Xingnian was beaten to death.
Worse despair!
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Facing numerous celestial demons alone, he could still hide in the demon realm for five hundred years and now finds himself in this predicament. What does Jiang Wang have What can he possibly do
He, Jiang Wang, possessed a sword and extraordinary mystical powers, yet he dared not emerge from the protective mirror where he hid nor board the ferry that would take him home.
Watching as a multitude of celestial demons slaughtered the Heavenly River, their attacks were relentless and unceasing.
Sheng Sheng beat the Zen master until he was exhausted and burned to ashes.
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Even Master Xingruo, renowned for his meditation practice, couldn't achieve this.
Even Master Xingruo of the Chan School has passed away.
The grand scheme of five hundred years comes to naught in a single day, the peak of cultivation just a dream.
What can we do when even a small god appears
Jiang Wang's hand, gripping the sword, had turned blue from the strain.
But he remained silent, slowly letting go of his hand.
He loosened his grip on the sword hilt not because he had given up resistance, but because he no longer sought courage in this place.
Life is a long journey.
Hengnian Chan Master's journey came to an end, but his gaze still lingered on the road ahead.
Then just keep walking forward.
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Is this the end of the road
I am still alive.
Then it's not yet.
He slowly propped himself up with his hands, supporting himself on the ground, just about to stand.
There seemed to be something foreign pressed in the palm of her hand.
He turned his head slowly and moved his hand away, and then he saw a small copper bell.
It bears the inscription of Mount Suffering, the carvings of Black Lotus Temple, and mottled traces of axes, chisels, smoke, and fire.
It is well-known.
I heard what Master said.
Look clearly at the shore.
Only the surging waves crashing toward us, in their roaring and churning, formed a mighty fist.
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The giant fist came straight at Xiangxing Zen Master.
It's not about sending him back to shore, it's about killing him outright!
This is the Tiger's fist!
Hegemon over the world, those who oppose me shall die!
The water of the Milky Way seemed to have already soaked the robes of Master Xingnian, who was meditating. He was simply dressed, and even his sighs were simple.
He swallowed with a sigh.
The three copies of "Buddha's 58 Chapters", having been returned to their original owner and stripped of all text,
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One of them suddenly jumped out, whooshing and swirling by itself.
You are the unexpected encounter, a fleeting glimpse, the last possible chance. Perhaps there will be new hope.
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