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Chapter 317 Abbot Jueming

Lin Fuping is terrified

Master Huiming, who has attained the bodhisattva level, is a person of the same level as my own master.

"Master, you are embarrassing me. I cannot bear the consequences!"

Lin Fuping hurriedly returned the gift

"Amitabha, what Mr. Lin said is wrong! You have saved countless resentful souls along the way. This is a great merit. I cannot compare to you."

Huiming knew about Lin Fuping's specialness. After all, the high-level officials in each region exchanged information with each other. Especially when it came to the life force of Kunling Continent, the Li family did not hide it from other forces.

But he didn't expect that Lin Fuping's specialness could solve the problem that has plagued the Western Desert for tens of millions of years and fulfill the mission of Buddhism.

"Master, you are exaggerating. Fu Ping was able to do this only by chance and by using the special skills of a spirit. It is not as good as the tenacity of the Buddhist sect for thousands of years."

Lin Fuping really admires the Buddhists. Even though the spiritual energy in the Western Desert is so poor, they have never left for tens of millions of years.

Now that I think about it, it might be related to these nightmares.

"I wonder if Mr. Lin would be willing to go with me to meet Abbot Jueming?"

Monks are mainly straightforward.

"Fang, Abbot!?"

Lin Fuping opened his mouth wide

Abbot Jueming is the spiritual leader of Western Desert Buddhism and the nominal master of the ten ancient temples. Every abbot will come to pay homage to him when he succeeds.

At the same time, he is also the only known supreme master in Ximo.

To be able to cultivate to the supreme level in a place like the Western Desert with barren spiritual energy, one can imagine how talented and brilliant Abbot Jueming is.

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Why do the ancestors from every place want to see me?!

It makes me very stressed!

"Master Huiming, do I need to fast and bathe before I go to pay my respects to Abbot Jueming?"

Lin Fuping said that his current condition was not suitable for meeting with Abbot Jueming.

I was exhausted and in poor spirits. Moreover, Buddhists do not eat meat. I had just eaten two large pork elbows not long ago. Of course, I avoided them.

"All appearances are false. Don't worry, the abbot has been waiting for a long time."

Huiming had never been out of the Western Desert in his life, so naturally he didn't understand the implication of Lin Fuping's words.

Lin Fuping: ...

People are already waiting, if you refuse, you will be in trouble!

"In that case, please lead the way, Master!"

"Amitabha, donor please!"

Huiming arranged to find someone to liberate the soul of the woman in Jueying City, while he took Lin Fuping to the back mountain of the temple.

Compared with the previous desolation, the area surrounding Tianlong Temple now has a bit more green, and even the spiritual energy content has returned to normal.

However, it is somewhat different from the immortal cave where Lin Fuping often stays.

All I can say is that it has reached the normal level in the world of cultivation.

Huiming didn't say a word along the way, and Lin Fuping felt embarrassed to make small talk. And for some reason, Huiming didn't fly, so Lin Fuping could only follow him, walking step by step towards the back mountain.

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When they reached the back mountain, Huiming took Lin Fuping into a cave, and the road in the cave spiraled downward.

The further Lin Fuping walked, the colder he felt. This chilly feeling did not diminish despite his cultivation level.

On the contrary, it can be said that it is precisely because Lin Fuping has reached the state of refining emptiness that she can feel this cold and gloomy energy more deeply.

"Master, does Abbot Jueming stay in this kind of place all year round?"

The Supreme is a being that is worshipped in any force.

No matter how austere the life of Buddhism is, can the Supreme Being be so miserable?

Looking at this living environment, it is not even as good as where they live on the ground.

"Amitabha, the abbot settled here for a reason.

Walk a few steps, and you will know it yourself."

Master Huiming's eyes were full of profound meaning.

After hearing this, Lin Fuping said no more and just continued to follow Huiming's steps.

By the time their steps gradually slowed down, both of them were already covered in frost.

There were carved pictures on the mountain walls on both sides, telling the story of Sheng Rong's efforts to survive when faced with foul air tens of millions of years ago.

But human power is too small and too powerless in the face of a disaster that even heaven and earth cannot resist!

So after the murals were painted, the area where humans lived became smaller and smaller, and the population became smaller and smaller.

The feeling of the world being so vast and there being no place for one to stand was so great that Lin Fuping could feel the despair just by looking at it.

"Master, this is... the history of the Western Desert?"

Lin Fuping's voice became low due to the influence of this atmosphere.

Huiming glanced at the murals on both sides, and these were already deeply engraved in his heart.

"It is the history of the Western Desert and also the past of Shengrong."

"Master, why do you know this?"

Lin Fuping was puzzled. Wasn't Sheng Rong completely destroyed by the foul air? Not even the written words were left!

Otherwise, Lin Fuping would not have known about it.

Why do people still know about their deeds?

"Sheng Rong's ghost is still here, how can his descendants leave!"

Huiming's voice was light, but it was like a thunderclap, which struck Lin Fuping so hard that it was burnt on the outside and tender on the inside.

Descendants! ?

Sheng Rong still has descendants! ?

Isn't it... all gone!?

"Master..."

Lin Fuping's voice is erratic

"Donor Lin, you can ask the abbot for specific matters!"

Huiming stopped and in front of him was a stone door. On the right side of the door was a carving of a kind-looking Buddha, but on the left was a ferocious Rakshasa!

"Abbot, Donor Lin has arrived!"

Huiming clasped his hands together and bowed to Shimen.

After he finished speaking, a calm and steady voice came from behind the stone door.

"Mr. Lin, I have heard a lot about you. I am not able to move around easily, so please come in by yourself!

Huiming, please go down first. I have something to discuss with Mr. Lin."

Upon hearing this, Huiming nodded slightly at Lin Fuping, then turned and walked out.

Lin Fuping tidied his clothes a little and then pushed open the stone door.

Behind the stone gate is an elliptical space that is about 100 meters long, about 30 meters wide at its widest point, and about ten meters high.

There was a high platform in the center of the space. An old man with kind eyes and white eyebrows was sitting cross-legged on it, looking at Lin Fuping gently.

A staircase with 999 steps leads directly to the platform from under Lin Fuping's feet.

On the four walls of the space, there are golden Buddha statues, shrouding the entire space in Buddha's light.

"Lin Fuping, a disciple of the Sword Sect, pays respect to Abbot Jueming!"

Lin Fuping bowed!

"No need to be polite. I have already heard about you from Fellow Daoist Li and Fellow Daoist Han. Come up and let me take a good look at you."

Lin Fuping walked forward slowly. Having met the Supreme many times, her heart went from being panicked at the beginning to being under great pressure now.

Lin Fuping knelt in front of Jueming, lowered his head and looked very respectful.