flstandardbreds Chapter 142: Falling into Depravity
Chapter 142: Falling into Depravity
The so-called sarira is the relics condensed from the cremation of the body of an eminent monk after his death.
Bai Yanlan could probably guess what state this monk would be in when she saw him next time.
Bai Yanlan thought about it and decided that she didn't dare to make a promise casually in a place like this where there were traps everywhere, even though the old monk in front of her didn't look like a bad person.
"I can't take the relic. If I want to get out, I'd better rely on myself."
The old monk just shook his head and sighed: "It's too late."
Bai Yanlan's heart moved slightly, and she asked obediently, "I'm a little tired from running just now. Can I take a rest here?"
"This is not a good place. Let's get out quickly." The old monk waved his hand, urging Bai Yanlan to leave, and then began to chant scriptures to himself.
"Greed is the realm of desire, anger is the realm of form, and delusion is the realm of formlessness. When a thought arises, one enters the three realms; when a thought ceases, one leaves the three realms. Therefore, we know that the birth and death of the three realms, the existence and non-existence of all things, all come from one mind."
Bai Yanlan listened to the Buddhist words, deep in thought. This was the second time she had heard these words.
Unfortunately, she didn't understand the deeper meaning.
We can only roughly analyze that it is advising people not to be greedy, angry, or ignorant. After all, Buddhism likes to advise people to be as calm as still water and to abandon their seven emotions and six desires.
However, who among those who go to worship Buddha does not have something to ask for?
Just like those who venture into the wild area, who doesn't want to gain opportunities from it and make their path of cultivation smoother?
If you have to be free of desires and demands after entering the secret realm, it is better not to enter.
Bai Yanlan pretended not to understand his intention to send people away, and asked: "If it's not a good place, why don't you leave here? The water here is too clear, there's not even a fish."
The lake water in front of me is so clear that you can see the bottom. Not to mention fish, there is not even a single aquatic plant growing.
The old monk murmured to himself as if he had realized something: "If the water is too clear, there will be no fish, right?"
Bai Yanlan felt that these words were familiar, and quickly added the next sentence: "Yes, a humble person is invincible."
Old monk: ...The little bit of inspiration that I just realized has disappeared just like that.
Bai Yanlan didn't understand the regret in the old monk's heart, and even if he knew, he wouldn't care. What's the point of understanding so much in life? What's more, they have memorized these great principles as famous sayings since childhood, but they haven't lived any more thoroughly.
"Forget it, forget it!" The old monk saw that the little girl in front of him was only two or three years old, so it was understandable that she didn't understand. He simply took the risk of being punished by the rules and reminded her in plain language:
"In this place, the rules apply to all living things. Only if you grasp this point, you will have a chance to leave here."
Bai Yanlan still asked the same question: "Since you know, why don't you leave?"
"Because I found out too late." The old monk smiled helplessly: "In fact, I was tricked from the very beginning."
"You say that a person has both light spiritual roots and dark spiritual roots, then is this person a good person or a bad person?" The old monk didn't understand why he asked the little girl in front of him who knew nothing about this question that had troubled him all his life.
I just asked the question subconsciously.
"What kind of problem is this?" Bai Yanlan really couldn't understand how this problem became a problem.
"I only know that when judging a person, we should judge by their deeds rather than their hearts. No one is perfect if their hearts are the only thing they can do." Bai Yanlan directly expressed her thoughts: "If we can't even judge a person's goodness or badness by what they think in their hearts, then we can't judge a person's spiritual roots without consciousness either."
"But dark spiritual roots are destined to become demonic."
"What's wrong with being possessed by a demon? Isn't it just a different cultivation method?" Bai Yanlan was even more puzzled: "We still have many demon cultivation methods in our academy."
Bai Yanlan is the Chaos Divine Root, which naturally includes the Dark Divine Root as well, so he has also looked at this kind of skills.
The techniques in the Ten Thousand Races Academy were all screened in advance, and those techniques that required sacrificing lives to grow would definitely not appear. The magic techniques that were selected were all very powerful, with faster training speed and greater lethality than other spiritual techniques.
However, the elder asked her to practice the basic five elements skills first, and once her foundation was solid, she could choose a special attribute to practice in depth, so she hasn't really delved into it yet.
"Dark spiritual roots are more suitable for practicing magic cultivation techniques because they are less likely to go astray. This has nothing to do with good people or bad people."
The old monk looked at Bai Yanlan's matter-of-fact look and realized that the mountain that had weighed on his heart all his life should not have existed.
This was clearly not the case in his memory.
He clearly remembered that when he was five years old, he was tested for his spiritual roots and was found to have light spiritual roots. He was immediately selected by the Guangfo Sect and was directly honored as a son of Buddha. His fame rose rapidly and everyone said that he had a bright future.
But later, when problems arose during his cultivation, he discovered that in addition to the light spiritual root, he also had a hidden dark spiritual root. The two spiritual roots conflicted with each other, seriously affecting his progress in cultivation.
What’s more serious is that it was generally believed at the time that cultivators with dark spiritual roots were destined to become possessed by demons and become bloodthirsty.
From that time on, all the preferential treatment he received in the Guangfo Sect disappeared. His originally elegant residence turned into a thatched hut, the delicious vegetarian food turned into fasting pills, and even the disciple clothes he wore were not as good as those worn by outer disciples.
Strict requirements were imposed on his words and deeds, and any mistake would result in severe punishment. However, his cultivation was deliberately suppressed, which greatly reduced his resources for cultivation.
The abbot of the Guangfo Sect said that all this was for his own good, in order to temper his character and prevent him from becoming possessed by the devil.
He accepted all these changes, but the people around him still looked at him with doubt and fear, as if he would be possessed by a demon and start killing people in the next second.
Growing up in such an environment, he also began to hate his dark spiritual roots.
Until by chance, he entered this wild area. When he was in the first temple, he was tempted by the gods and Buddhas and took the initiative to seal the evil side of his soul.
It was precisely because that half of his soul was imprisoned that, although he managed to avoid being completely devoured, he was unable to leave.
After listening to the old monk's story, Bai Yanlan couldn't help but sigh: "The blackened one is ten times stronger, and the whitened one is three times weaker. How many opportunities to show off have you missed?"
Just imagine that at the critical moment, when everyone is defeated and falling, he suddenly turns evil, switches to a big account and uses his ultimate move to turn the tide. How cool that scene would be.
The old monk regarded Bai Yanlan's nonsensical imagination as the whims of a child and smiled along with her.
"You performed very well in the previous few levels." The old monk waved his hand again, urging her to leave: "Keep going forward and trust your own judgment."
"I will keep an eye on your relics." Bai Yanlan promised tactfully.
The old monk smiled gently and said, "Go quickly and follow your heart."
Bai Yanlan no longer hesitated and quickly turned around and left, without noticing the old monk sitting dejectedly on the ground behind him.
Behind him, the attack of the power of rules tore through his clothes, revealing his torn back, but not a drop of blood flowed out, because he was left with only a virtual soul.
"Rules, you're really getting more and more stingy."