Chapter 985: Chapter 984: Master, I Have Understood

Chapter 985 -984: Master, I Have Understood

Lu Yang could tell that the Four Ancient Immortals were trying their best to glorify Fairy Eternity, and the effects were significant. Even Old Meng thought after listening that Fairy Eternity was a true Buddha of great virtue, admiring her endlessly.

“Forget it, let’s not talk about it anymore,” said Lu Yangxin, too kind-hearted to set up his good friend, “It’s better to keep the true facts of ancient times to oneself. It’s enough that Old Meng is with me when he Passes Tribulation.”

After visiting the Mahavira Hall, Master Duanchen led them to the guest rooms.

The walls of the guest room were inscribed with wild cursive scriptures written by Master Duanchen himself, infused with Essence, Qi, and Spirit. Lu Yang couldn’t understand them at all, but he felt that, even without understanding, just being in the room provided a tranquility that calmed the spirit, helping cultivators enter a Meditative Trance quickly.

Writing scriptures on the walls was a significant expenditure for Master Duanchen, impossible to replicate in every guest room.

“This must be one of the best guest rooms in Kaihuang Temple, though it’s of little use to me.”

Lu Yang sat on the bed and entered into Meditative Trance within a few moments.

He had long suffered from the interference of Immortal Fairy, and as long as he avoided listening to her speak, he could enter Meditative Trance at any time.

He cultivated throughout the night.

Lu Yang came out of the Meditative Trance, opened the door to his room, and stretched comfortably, feeling refreshed and clear-headed.

The neighboring room’s door opened, and Meng Jingzhou woke up too.

“Hei—Ha—”

Hearing the uniform shout of “Hei-Ha” nearby, they followed the sound and saw the monks of Kaihuang Temple practicing their boxing during the morning exercise; their movements were synchronized, and their voices thunderous.

“Do you recognize what martial art this is?” Lu Yang asked, as he was not very knowledgeable about martial arts.

“It should be Long Arm Boxing,” Meng Jingzhou observed carefully and replied, “It’s a form of folk martial arts that stretches the muscles and tendons, strengthening the body.”

Kaihuang Temple housed many mundane monks who could not learn Cultivation Techniques and could only practice folk martial arts.

Though it was folk martial arts, its effectiveness was in no way inferior to low-level Cultivation Techniques. There were records in the martial arts world of many masters defeating Qi Cultivation Stage Cultivators.

For example, initially, Long Arm Boxing was just a very ordinary martial art with nothing special about it. However, everything changed after the founder of Long Arm Boxing kindly saved an old beggar who was being bullied by thugs and treated him to a meal.

Upon waking the next day, the founder found a brand new Long Arm Boxing manual placed by his pillow, which had enhanced the existing foundations making it easier to learn, quick to cultivate, and raised its upper limits.

The thirty-sixth generation successor of Long Arm Boxing had a similar experience, inadvertently forming a good relationship with a great Cultivation Power, which transformed Long Arm Boxing once again.

It is said that a great power capable of Passing Tribulation once roamed the mortal world as an ordinary child, learning and enhancing Long Arm Boxing.

Such instances made Long Arm Boxing, though still a folk martial art, far more powerful than it originally was.

Similar experiences happened more or less with other folk martial arts, all having had some exposure to immortal fates.

“The rumors that Long Arm Boxing was modified by a great power able to Pass Tribulation must be true,” Meng Jingzhou said. With his insight, he couldn’t spot any aspects of Long Arm Boxing that could be modified without disrupting its integrity, indicating that the Cultivator who modified Long Arm Boxing had a Cultivation Level far beyond his own.

“Good morning, Benefactors,” Master Duanchen appeared behind them with a smile, holding a string of Buddha Beads.

“Master.”

“May I know what the Benefactors have planned for today? It will help me arrange things properly,” he asked.

Lu Yang smiled and said, “We’ve just arrived and know very little about Buddha Country, so we have no specific plans. We leave it all to you, Master.”

“Today is the day I receive pilgrims, which can also be considered a major feature of our temple. If the two benefactors are free, why not come and see?”

As the abbot, Master Duanchen has numerous responsibilities and couldn’t possibly meet with pilgrims every day; otherwise, he would accomplish nothing.

Therefore, he established a rule to randomly receive pilgrims on one day within the month, depending entirely on fate.

“Then we will impose upon the master.”

The incense offerings at Kaihuang Temple were more prosperous than under the previous abbots, with many pilgrims waiting at the door even before it opened, including some from other cities.

When the pilgrims learned that today was the day Master Duanchen would be receiving them, they were overjoyed.

Lu Yang and Meng Jingzhou had special identities. Although not everyone knew their faces, their reputations were well known. If someone recognized them, news would likely spread, and pilgrims would swarm to Kaihuang Temple.

Thus, the two concealed their forms and Qi, standing beside Master Duanchen.

Receiving pilgrims involved enlightening them and resolving their worries and troubles.

The first pilgrim was a delicately frail woman, weak as if a gust of wind could blow her over, weeping incessantly.

“Master, many years ago, my fiancé ran away with my maid on our wedding night. I tried to let it go, but after so many years, I simply cannot forget him.”

Master Duanchen smiled faintly, took out a Jade Vase, and filled it with water.

“Female benefactor, look. This Jade Vase is you. To let go of someone, you need to fill yourself with new things to replace that person.”

“Master, I have understood.”

“Initially, the water in the vase would gradually dry up, but you kept thinking about him, making the water in the vase increase instead of focusing on other things.”

The second pilgrim was a rather forthright woman, though she couldn’t help but reveal her sadness when discussing the past.

“Master, I had a childhood friend with whom I shared everything. Times were hard, and to make ends meet, my father sold me to the Yuan family to be a personal maid to the young mistress. Then one day, I saw the fiancé of the young mistress, who was my childhood friend. He took me away on the mistress’s wedding night, intending to wander the world with me, but shortly after our marriage, he said he wanted to renounce worldly attachments and join Buddhism. So many years have passed, and I still cannot forget him.”

Master Duanchen smiled faintly, took out a Jade Vase filled with water, and poured out the water.

“Female benefactor, have you understood?”

The second pilgrim seemed pensive: “Spilled water is hard to regain. My husband’s departure is an unchangeable reality, and I need to accept this fact and move forward. Master, I have understood.”

The third pilgrim was a wandering monk with a darkened face, seemingly from long periods of wandering.

“Master, my cultivation has reached a bottleneck.

“I had a fiancée and a childhood friend, both wonderful girls. I chose my childhood friend, and after getting married, suddenly one day, as I was with my childhood friend, I had an epiphany: familial and romantic love are emotions that bind me. I felt everything was meaningless; perhaps Buddhism was calling me. I left my childhood friend and became a wandering monk. Yet, after so many years, I feel increasingly unsuited for seclusion. Please, master, resolve my doubts.”

Master Duanchen smiled faintly and used magic skills to gather the water on the ground back into the Jade Vase.

The third pilgrim suddenly had a realization: “Master, does this mean there’s a chance to make amends? Can I return to secular life?”

Master Duanchen then hit the pilgrim over the head with the vase, knocking him out.

“I find it satisfying to hit people like this.”

Before losing consciousness, the pilgrim vaguely saw Master Duanchen flipping over a table and quickly opened the door to call out to the first two pilgrims who were about to leave: “Two female benefactors, hold off on letting go!”