Add some practice: start with a lucid dream

The face of the physical Buddha surrounded by the vast ocean of Yuan Qi does not change color, and of course, it cannot change its color.

"I just received the memory of Patriarch Huineng."

"Memory?" Chen Ze instantly recalled the two separated memories of Shi Mingxin, and suddenly understood,

"You mean you are actually the soul of the previous abbot, but you just received the memory from Huineng?"

"That's right, old man." The flesh Buddha suddenly lost his voice.

A moment later, a burst of mental fluctuations came directly,
"Can the benefactor give a little help and help the old monk to pick up the vocal cords?"

Chen Ze was stunned for a moment, and then under the guidance of mental fluctuations, he came to the body Buddha, put his hand into the mouth of the mummy's throat, and fiddled for a while.

"Thank you very much, benefactor." The flesh Buddha's voice recovered, but the voice was even worse than before.

"You're welcome." Chen Ze could understand, and quietly shook his hands behind his back.

The mental fluctuations just now were like candles in the wind, presumably to save some use, that's why he used the physical Buddha's vocal cords to communicate.

"If the skin of the body is so corrupt, how can the eight senses be detached?" The voice of the body Buddha was so unpleasant that he couldn't feel the tone at all.
"Patriarch Huineng has long since passed away, and this old man is not far from the time of true death."

Then, in the eloquence of the Buddha in the flesh, Chen Ze gradually understood the truth of the matter.

Huineng, the sixth patriarch of the Zen sect, was really dead at the time, but he left behind a memory, which was passed down from generation to generation in Nanhua Temple.

When the abbot and the abbot are about to die in the body, the primordial spirit will be thrown into the body of the Buddha through rituals to receive memory infusion.

Of course, Huineng's Taoism cannot last forever, and each abbot naturally has a limit among Buddhas in the flesh.

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"Then does he know?" Chen Ze pointed to the glazed orb and asked the old monk trapped in it.

"I don't know." The flesh Foguden said.

"Who is he?"

"He is also an old man."

"What do you mean?"

"The old monk split into two."

"Then you have even split your primordial spirit and become two personalities?" Chen Ze was still digesting the excessive amount of information.

The Flesh Buddha didn't make a sound, which was regarded as acquiescing, and it was also his helpless move to save his vocal cords.

That is to say, the old monk who was trapped in the glazed beads really thought he was Huineng and didn't know the truth.

It sounds a bit complicated at first, but it's actually very simple once you understand it.

The inherited memory was also split into two parts, one complete and one incomplete.

When the former abbot was dying, the soul was poured into the flesh Buddha and divided into two. One of them had incomplete memory and only part of Huineng's memory was instilled, so he thought he was Huineng.

That person is now trapped in the glazed orb.

But the one in front of him has been indoctrinated with all his memories, knowing the truth about the long-dead Huineng in history, knowing who he is, and knowing all the ins and outs.

"Why is that?" Chen Ze felt that it was unnecessary.

"For. Longevity." Flesh Buddha replied with difficulty.

"Longevity?" Chen Ze retorted,

"But the real Huineng has passed away long ago, and what is passed down is just memory."

"Memory. Slightly, Ben, just..." The Flesh Buddha suddenly stopped talking.

After a while, bursts of mental fluctuations came over, and the words continued.

"The donor's words are bad."

"How bad is it?" Chen Ze spoke directly.

"In the opinion of the benefactor, what is the standard that defines a person?"

"Yuanshen." Chen Ze gave the answer without hesitation,

"The primordial spirit is innate and is the origin of human beings. Whoever should be is whoever it is."

The mental fluctuations came immediately: "The world is born, aged, sick, and died, and it will be turned into a piece of loess without leaving any traces."

"A person's past constitutes memory, and memory itself shapes personality."

"The old monk studied hard when he was young, and went to the West to study. Later, he learned both Chinese and Western, and discovered that the world is all false, so he came to Nanhua Temple to become a monk."

"It is the past knowledge, experience, and memory that have created the old monk's current thinking, character, and conversation."

"Human life is just a blank sheet of paper. If there are no different acquired experiences, how can everyone be distinguished from each other?"

"It is different memories that shape different behavioral habits, patterns, and goals, and distinguish different people."

"Donor, just imagine, if you lost all your memory at this moment, standing here, would you still be as calm as you are now?"

Chen Ze thought about it carefully and replied, "No."

"If the donor is completely instilled with another person's memory, the behavior pattern will be exactly the same as that person, like what that person likes, and do what that person should do."

"Then what is the difference between the benefactor and that person?"

"That's at least..." Chen Ze was a little shaken,
"The physical body is still my original physical body."

"The skin is just a container, what the benefactor hears, hears and thinks, isn't it all from the heart?"

"Just imagine, the benefactor, the one who thinks he is Huineng and has the memory of Huineng, then he is Huineng."

Chen Ze retorted hesitantly: "Although the memories are the same, the souls are not carved from the same mold."

"It's as if some people are born bloodthirsty, irritable and irritable, while others are born sentimental and delicate. Even if the memory is the same, the reaction to the same thing will not be exactly the same."

The mental fluctuations did not spare any expense. He seemed to think that this matter was very important and still insisted on arguing.

"so what?"

"The benefactor should have heard of frontal lobe surgery, which drills a hole in the poor man's head, and his personality has changed drastically since then."

"Are those people whose personalities have changed drastically for some reason not the same people?"

"Why do people have to have names and codes?"

"As long as the memory lasts forever, the person it represents, the name will last forever."

"Everything is illusory, everything is a dream, and the benefactor can be sure that he has not received someone's memory?"

"Of course I'm sure." Chen Zelang said.

"How to be sure?"
"Just based on your memory, your experience, your past, your friends, your actions?"

"How can you be sure your memory is real?!"

Mental fluctuations are getting higher and higher,

"How can you know if you were soaked in a cold and damp water tank at the last moment!"

"How can you deny that you are not a pathetic clone that has just been born and only acquired memory!"

"You thought you were an outsider."

"You think you are looking through other people's lives and watching other people's stories, but you don't know it"

"Look up and have a look!"

"You yourself may be the person in the book!"

Click!
A thunderbolt exploded in the sky.

The lava rumbled and rolled under the cliff, like a tsunami.

Chen Ze punched the side of the cliff several times as if to vent his anger. The shock wave hit the rock wall, sending out pieces of gravel that fell into the abyss and were immediately swallowed up by the ocean of lava.

"You're right." Chen Ze's expression remained calm, but his breathing became a little short.

"I really can't confirm it."

"Everything can be false, nothing is certain."

"But so what!"

Chen Ze opened his eyes wide and pointed at the nose of the flesh Buddha and said in a deep voice,
"Should we all learn from you? Lying down and chanting scriptures to wait for the next life, the Paradise of Ultimate Bliss?"

"I'm not happy!"

"As long as at this moment, I am actually stepping on the ground, I am talking, I am breathing, I feel that I am a living person!"

"This is enough!"

"I will grasp everything I have and keep working hard until I reach the top!"

His voice was sonorous and powerful, and the decibels climbed step by step.
"I just have to do it!"

"I have to do it too, I have to do it to know if it's true! Or it's false!"

"Even if I'm really just a brain filled with electrodes in a water tank. So what?"

"so what!"

After Chen Ze finished speaking in one breath, his saliva sprayed the body Buddha all over his head and face.

His figure is still tall and straight, but he is letting himself breathe heavily.

He hasn't breathed heavily for a long time, but at this moment, he enjoys the deliberately emptying of his brain.

The flesh Buddha's eyes glowed with gloom, and he and Chen Ze looked at each other for a long time, the two were speechless for a moment.

"Benefactor." It was no longer a mental fluctuation, but the ugly voice of the flesh Buddha.

Chen Ze lowered his head slightly, looking directly at the thin and crooked body Buddha in front of him.

"Please help me to clean it a little bit. I'm afraid that the skin will be corroded and decayed. Please forgive me."

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So Chen Ze took out a roll of kitchen paper from the storage bag, and carefully helped the body Buddha wipe away all the spittle that splashed on it one by one.

"Master, you should be all right." Chen Ze called out the energy ball and looked along the light. Although the body Buddha looked dark and haggard, it was shiny and had no peculiar smell, giving people a sense of tranquility and peace.

"It's okay, thank you benefactor." The fleshy Buddha's throat rolled,
"The benefactor is determined, and this old monk admires him."

"We might as well put aside the dispute and seek common ground while reserving differences."

"Seek common ground." Only then did Chen Ze remember the purpose of his trip.

He had just yelled at the flesh Buddha, and he almost forgot why he came here.

"The master means"

"The benefactor chased me fiercely and forced me out, probably not just for the benefit of his words."

"That's right, master, do you have any formulas for practicing exercises or something? Anyway, if you are idle, you are idle, why don't you teach me?" Chen Ze was not polite.

After some refutation just now, the two of them narrowed the distance a lot.

The flesh Buddha's eyes dimmed, and the sharp voice continued,

"I think the eight senses of the benefactor are full, overflowing and never fading, presumably"

Before the words were finished, the flesh Buddha's eyes suddenly brightened, and the dark light inside squirmed, crawled out, and climbed onto Chen Ze's skin like scripture characters!
Seeing something bad happened, Chen Ze immediately raised his hand, and was about to slap the Buddha in the flesh, but the attribute panel suddenly jumped out of the frenzied operation!

【Retrieving, please wait.】

Seeing the prompt in his field of vision, Chen Ze slapped his hand in the air without any pause. He immediately turned around and smoothed the hair on his head.

The dark scriptures quickly spread throughout Chen Ze's body, seeping into the subcutaneous flesh and blood little by little, reaching the brain.

In a trance, Chen Ze seemed to see thousands of lotuses and flowers falling, Buddhas all over the sky torn down, torn apart, and flesh and blood turned into nutrients to nourish the earth.

When he came back to his senses, the system had already completed [Skill Fusion].

【Chen's Inner Alchemy】opened again and lifted the ban.

Chen Ze immediately poured in experience points and raised [Chen's Inner Alchemy] to Lv.15.

All of a sudden, Chen Ze had a brand-new idea and a subversive structure in his mind about how to practice after refining Qi and transforming into a god.

Maybe it's because of the different sources, maybe it's because his self-created alchemy book is contrary to the tradition, the practice after that made Chen Ze a little eye-opening, and he wasn't even sure if it could be called refining the spirit to return the emptiness.

Anyway, just try it out when you get a chance.

"Thank you, master." Chen Ze, who often talked about the bald donkey, clasped his hands together and performed a dignified Buddhist salute.

Although I don't know how to call this person, it is always right to call him a master.

"Almsgiver, no, must, many, courtesy." It seemed much more difficult for the Flesh Buddha to speak.

"Master, what's the matter with you?" Chen Ze noticed that the spiritual fluctuations in the depths of the flesh Buddha in front of him had weakened sharply.

"This, in the first place, is the reason why the old monk exists." The Buddha in the flesh spoke more slowly, and could make a quick-tempered person anxious to death.

"Master, please explain in detail." Chen Ze quickly released Yuan Qi, and his ten fingers linked to activate the mountain of charms, trying to stabilize the consciousness for the Buddha in the flesh.

However, all external influences are like mud cows entering the sea, and they cannot cause the slightest waves when they are immersed in the body of the Buddha.

"It doesn't matter." The body Buddha seems to have recovered a little bit,
"My Zen Buddhism emphasizes sudden enlightenment. If you realize it, you have realized it. If you don't realize it, you don't realize it. I don't know if I can help the benefactor."

"Yes, yes, thank you Master." Chen Ze echoed repeatedly.

It doesn't matter whether he realizes it or not, as long as the system understands it.

"Does the benefactor know why Patriarch Huineng split his memory and passed it down from generation to generation?"

"Why?" Chen Ze also wanted to know.

"One is the name, Huineng, this dharma name must be passed on, this is also the meaning of his existence."

The light in the flesh Buddha's eyes was uneven, pointing to the glass orb that was firmly suppressed in front of him.

As for the personality of the old monk in the Liuli Orb, I am afraid that no one can figure out how to calculate it.

Not only their memories, but even their souls were divided into two parts, so one was inside and the other was outside to talk to Chen Ze.

"The Dharma name must be passed on." Chen Ze remembered Liang Yi's Taoist name "Shaoyangzi", which seemed to have a special meaning.

"I only know from the memory I inherited that a dharma name represents a part, which is necessary to assemble something." Seemingly knowing what Chen Ze wanted to ask, the flesh Buddha explained directly.

"Master, have you ever heard of the name Shaoyangzi?"

"It's very familiar, but I don't remember it." The physical Buddha's words became more concise,
"Maybe the name is a must too. Who knows."

Chen Ze nodded without any hesitation.

"Second." The physical Buddha continued to explain the reason for his existence.
"It's me, the reason why my complete memory exists."

"For watch, but also for inheritance."

Chen Ze didn't interrupt, and patiently listened to the flesh Buddha finish speaking.

"When the sixth patriarch Huineng was born, there was a Sanskrit sound following the present world, and the people all over the city fell into samadhi on the spot. For this reason, the Patriarch has been seeking the content of that Sanskrit sound all his life."

"Finally he found it."

"The content of the mantra is a prophecy. It is predicted that a catastrophe will come to the world one day in the future. The evil temple from Abi will destroy all people and things he sees, and will completely annihilate the heavens in the Three Realms." (End of this chapter )