Suddenly, streams of light crisscrossed in the ghostly land, with humans and ghosts interwoven, indistinguishable whether they were zhenren or ghost servants.
A howling was raised in the ghostly land.
...
Xu Guang frowned slightly.
He too did not expect that the formation of a Fifth-Grade Elixir could cause such a significant impact.
It seems that the hard-found place to stay must be abandoned.
[Pharmacist Log: Refining a Fifth-Grade Elixir, Experience 30000]
Half a month’s ti to refine a batch of Fifth-Grade Elixir, only 30,000 experience points?
From rely the perspective of gaining experience, this was a loss, but the reality was that Xu Guang besides gaining experience, also had six Divine Organ Pills.
"Ah Wei, let’s go."
Xu Guang packed away all six elixirs, knowing that the phenonon from the formation of the Divine Organ Pills would certainly attract many people.
He didn’t want trouble, especially not to expose his position in the ghostly land.
The people from Dragon Gate were still closely pursuing him.
He could only choose to leave.
General Wei gave a low roar, with a sense of satisfaction in the sound, sowhat reluctantly returning to Xu Guang’s side and shrinking his body.
General Teng picked up the ghost heart slaughtered by the two generals.
Xu Guang rode the elephant eastward.
The phenonon slowly dispersed.
About half an hour later.
Finally, soone arrived, only to see a scene of chaos, and the rich Yin Qi left by countless dissipated fierce ghosts.
"Damn it, a step too late!"
"Liu ng? Do you know what that auspicious cloud just was?"
More and more people arrived, and soone opened their mouth to ask again.
"Are you stupid? There’s still the aroma of elixir here, obviously there’s a master performing alchemy here."
Imdiately, soone looked disappointed.
Soone capable of refining elixirs with such phenonon wasn’t soone most of them could casually provoke.
Imdiately they sulked and returned.
Only a small number of people, their eyes swirling with interest, took an interest in the one hiding in the ghostly land performing alchemy.
...
"Senior Brother!"
Fan Hai looked at the young monk in front of him, who was about twelve or thirteen years old, sowhat curious.
"Hui Ming, Junior Brother? Is there sothing?"
Hui Ming, was the Dharma na given to the young monk by Master Yuanzhi.
Trekking together, Fan Hai understood that this young monk, naturally possessed a Buddha nature, not very interested in the Martial Dao, always liked to hold a bunch of Buddhist sutras.
"Did Master again inquire you about Xu Guang?"
Fan Hai nodded, speaking softly, "That Xu Guang has a Holy Elephant accompanying him, Master wants to introduce him to Baoxiang Temple."
Hui Ming nodded, then gently shook his head.
"Master often advises you to let go of attachnt, but I feel, he is the one with deep attachnt."
Fan Hai’s expression changed slightly, "Junior Brother, speak cautiously."
"Hui Ming, you say I have deep attachnt, yet I don’t know from where you perceive this?"
Master Yuanzhi stepped out of the room, looking at his disciple full of Buddha nature, with a kind expression, seeming completely unfazed by Hui Ming’s previously sowhat offensive words.
Hui Ming turned around, in front of both of them, picked three peaches from the offering tray before the Buddha.
"Master, Senior Brother, eat."
Both looked at each other, Fan Hai hesitated to look at Master Yuanzhi.
"Master, the Junior Brother is still young..."
This was an act of offending the Buddha, a grave sin in the Buddhist sect.
Master Yuanzhi’s expression also darkened.
"Hui Ming! Do you not know you offended the World Honored One?"
Hui Ming looked fearless, biting a peach, juice splattering.
"The World Honored One did not speak."
"You!"
"Master often speaks of letting go of attachnt, just like now, the World Honored One allows to eat peach, whereas you do not, aren’t you imposing your own views on the World Honored One?"
This spoke more severely, it’s as if saying Master thinks himself the World Honored One.
Master Yuanzhi’s expression halted.
Hui Ming continued, "Master often says to let go of attachnt, yet attachnt is everywhere, thirsty we drink water, hungry we eat food, is it attachnt?
I do perceive, the so-called attachnt, seems to only be forcibly imposing cause and effect, Master likes to speak, the World Honored One likes to act, is it not also a form of attachnt?"
Master Yuanzhi fell into silence, he had countless Buddhist logic capable of rebutting Hui Ming’s crooked theories, but at this mont, he felt an enlightening sensation, as if countless inspirations exploded in his head.
He abruptly turned, bowed to the Buddha statue from afar, "Amitabha Buddha."
Fan Hai felt a sense of not knowing what to do, but vaguely felt Hui Ming’s words seed beneficial to him too.
Then he heard Master Yuanzhi laughing heartily.
"Fan Hai, help find where Xu Guang is, simultaneously inform Xuankong Mountain, to accompany in welcoming back the Buddha’s Son."
Having a Holy Elephant accompany implies being Baoxiang Temple’s Buddha’s Son?
Isn’t this too a form of attachnt?
Why not act as Xuankong Temple’s Buddha’s Son!
Master Yuanzhi’s face blood with a joyous smile, especially Hui Ming’s words: ’Master likes to speak, the World Honored One likes to act.’
Making him feel a sense of breaking free of shackles.
Celestial Sea...
Seems right in front of !
Welcoming back the Buddha’s Son.
Is the day of achieving the Celestial Sea.
Fan Hai looked at Hui Ming with a peculiar gaze, filled with admiration.
Just as Hui Ming currently exhibited Buddha nature, if exchanged with himself, he surely would not have his own troubles, right?
Is this... innate Buddha nature?
...
September.
Blood rain in the ghostly land.
Xu Guang felt he had walked far in the Ten Thousand People Pit Ghostly Land, already considered into the depths, where Fifth-Grade Fierce Ghosts were nurous.
But fortunately, General Wei’s strength was now mighty, the light enough to deter most Fifth-Grade Fierce Ghosts from approaching.
A few more days passed,
In a thriving forest setting.
With several dead trees casually growing.
There was a small wooden house, General Wei was wandering in the forest, as if patrolling his territory.
Xu Guang’s figure was not visible.
In a Blood Mountain at this mont, a silhouette was swiftly traversing the forest, leaving near no footprints, resembling a ghostly cloud.
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