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Chapter 318 The Buddhist Mission

Jueming looked at Lin Fuping, who was pretending to be well-behaved, with a smile in his eyes, or rather, the smile never disappeared from his eyes.

"You are very good!"

Jue Ming praised

"Thank you for your compliment, Abbot!"

Lin Fuping lowered her head and looked submissive. She had never been so obedient in front of her master.

"I heard that you can remember what happened in the nightmare?"

Lin Fuping nodded

When Jueming saw her nod, his eyes became deep and distant.

"Did they leave anything behind?"

It was clearly the same voice and tone, but for some reason, Lin Fuping heard a hint of sadness in it.

"They hope to pass down the history of Shengrong. They hope that people will remember that there was once a place called Shengrong and a country called Tianyue."

As Lin Fuping spoke, he took out the scroll that recorded everything he had heard and seen in his nightmares, and handed it to Jueming with both hands.

"Abbot, please take a look!"

Jueming took the scroll drawn by Lin Fuping. On the scroll were not only the landforms that Lin Fuping saw in his nightmare, but also the people who lived tens of millions of years ago.

In the reels, it seems like they never go far!

Jueming looked at the scroll bit by bit in silence, while Lin Fuping waited obediently by the side. From Huiming's words, she vaguely guessed something.

After a long while, Abbot Jueming finally finished reading the scroll drawn by Lin Fuping.

He put away the scroll, closed his eyes, and sighed.

"Things are different but people are still here today, but I can't see them back then."

When Lin Fuping heard this, he felt a chill in his heart and the hairs on his back stood up.

It seems like I guessed wrong!

“Back then, due to a plan by the Emperor of Tianyue, the other countries, facing the foul air, had nowhere else to turn and abandoned the most marginalized people of Shengrong.

By the time we reacted, it was too late.

Nightmares raged, beasts ran rampant, it was a dark and bleak period of history.

Sheng Rong fell into even greater panic and despair, unable to see the future."

Jueming kept talking to himself and Lin Fuping didn't dare to interrupt.

"Later, when we had nowhere to retreat, the leader of Shengrong at the time, Jiang Weiqiu, the emperor of Tianqi, the strongest of the ten nations, proposed to offer souls to heaven to appease the grievances of all living beings and to use his body as a guide to help people pass away.

This method uses the souls of all high-level cultivators except the princes and princesses of the ten countries to suppress the resentful souls of those who died in the foul air. And at the cost of their bodies, a small reincarnation was established in Shengrong.

They sacrificed their bodies and souls together, and there is no afterlife for them!

From then on, everyone born in the Western Desert was the reincarnation of the survivors of Shengrong tens of millions of years ago.

But here, there is no more Sheng Rong, only the Western Desert. "

Jueming uses the simplest words to tell the heaviest history.

Lin Fuping felt very uncomfortable after hearing this.

Back then, in the nightmare, I heard Xia Tianen say that the Shengrong leaders were using the lives of ordinary people on the border in exchange for peace, and I felt a little uncomfortable.

But now, knowing that they finally died for Sheng Rong, the complexity in his heart has reached an indescribable level.

Although those powerful supreme beings cannot resolve the foul air, they can still pass through the foul air and go to a safe place by relying on their strong bodies and strength.

But in the end, they chose to shoulder their own responsibilities.

"Abbot, are you saying that all the people in the Western Desert today are the reincarnations of the Shengrong people back then?"

Jue Ming nodded

"Because the places that have been corroded by the foul air not only have no spiritual power, but even the reincarnation has disappeared. The people of Shengrong at that time could only be reincarnated through the small reincarnation that was established at that time.

Even at the beginning, Ximo could not sense the existence of the Heavenly Dao. If he wanted to break through the realm and experience the heavenly tribulation, he had to go to a place outside Ximo.

But this situation gradually improved as time went by.

It’s just reincarnation, still no trace.”

Lin Fuping listened to what he said, as if the place that had been corroded by foul air had been abandoned by heaven.

"Well, Abbot, what happens next? Will people who have reincarnated remember the memories of their previous lives?"

Lin Fuping is very concerned about this.

If everyone in the Western Desert has memories going back tens of millions of years, wouldn't they all be old monsters?

She thought of the people she had traveled with along the way, and felt a chill in her heart.

Jueming shook his head slowly

“The memories of every life are a burden to the soul.

For those ordinary people, when they reincarnate, it is really reincarnation. For most cultivators, their memories will be sealed when they reincarnate. If they have the chance to embark on the path of cultivation again in the next life and join the Buddhist sect, when their cultivation reaches the fusion level, they can choose whether to accept the memory of the first life. "

Lin Fuping: Quite humane!

"Can they only awaken the memories of their first life by joining Buddhism?"

Lin Fuping grasped the key point.

In this case, does Buddhism have a way to awaken their memories? Then their identities are almost obvious.

Jueming looked at Lin Fuping with a deep and distant gaze, as if he had crossed the long river of time that had lasted for tens of millions of years.

"Tens of millions of years ago, I had a name, Jiang Chenchuan."

As those three words came out, Jueming seemed to see through Lin Fuping and see the high-spirited young man. Behind him was the prosperous era of Apocalypse, and he was the glorious Prince of Apocalypse.

River...!?

really!

Lin Fuping thought to himself

Only the Prince of Apocalypse can gain the full trust of the Emperor of Apocalypse and master the secret of reincarnation.

"Abbot, there are ten countries in Shengrong, and now there are ten temples in Ximo. Were these built by the princes and princesses of your ten countries?"

The Ten Temples in the Western Desert are headed by Tianlong Temple, followed by Fosha Temple, Hanyun Temple, Tongtian Temple, Yunshen Temple, Yulin Temple, White Horse Temple, Yongning Temple, Dajue Temple and Ningyuan Temple. The ten temples are collectively known as the Buddhist Gate.

Liao Liao and Liao Kong both come from Tianlong Temple.

"Do you know why the Buddhist sect has always stayed in the Western Desert?"

Abbot Jueming did not answer but asked instead. However, he did not wait for Lin Fuping to answer and spoke on his own.

"It is true that the foul energy invaded us, but it is also true that we abandoned those people. They were filled with resentment, and the foul energy invaded them, turning them into nightmares.

The foul air infinitely magnifies the evil side of their hearts. If it is not suppressed, it will lure others into nightmares and devour their souls.

Our mission here, in addition to preserving the flame for Shengrong, is to recite sutras day after day, hoping that one day, we can send them into reincarnation early.

And these people are the ones who can retain the memory of their first life. In addition to me, there are also the princes and princesses of the other nine countries.

At the beginning, we worked together to save the nightmares and resentful souls of the Western Desert.

But tens of millions of years are too long and too hard to endure, and we have no way to deal with the nightmare but to suppress it.

The desolation of the Western Desert and our mission are like a mountain, weighing on our hearts all the time.

One after another, some of them couldn't hold on any longer and asked me to erase their memories. If they were willing to awaken their memories in the next life, that would be another matter.

But our mission must continue, and the nightmare cannot be released, so the Ten Temples were born."