Self-struggle starting from Douluo

A few days later, the people from the Hanging Temple had not arrived yet, but the Xiling Temple had already sent people to Washan.

They came to invite Qinghuan to join the Xiling Temple. After learning that Qinghuan had gone to travel in the mortal world, they left in disappointment. After returning to Xiling, they sent people to look for her.

Later, people from the Hanging Temple also came, but also returned empty-handed.

If Master Qishan was not so highly respected and admired, he would not be able to withstand the pressure from both sides.

After this commotion, many people knew that at the Lankao Temple in Washan, a Buddhist disciple with amazing Buddhist nature was born under the tutelage of Master Qishan.

After being enlightened by the teacher of the academy, he broke through the three realms in a short time and traveled around the world.

The existence of Guanlian was hidden in this, which was naturally the work of Master Qishan. He could withstand the pressure from Xiling Temple and Hanging Temple, but Guanlian could not.

……

In fact, Qinghuan didn't go far.

After descending Wa Mountain, Qinghuan randomly chose a direction and walked for two days. Just as he entered the territory of Dahe Country, he was stopped by a group of bandits.

They were called bandits, but in fact they were just a group of refugees, ragged and skinny. Judging from the way they gnashed their teeth at Qing Huan's bald head, they must have escaped from the Yuelun Kingdom.

There were six people in the group, with only one knife, which was held on Qinghuan's neck, and the other five were just holding sharpened wooden sticks.

The man's face was ferocious. He wanted to chop him down several times, but stopped subconsciously. It seemed that he wanted to chop but didn't dare to.

So does everyone else.

Qinghuan could see that they hated monks very much and wanted to kill them with a knife, but they were subconsciously afraid and did not dare to offend them.

Qing Huan sighed slightly, took off his monk's robe, and handed it over along with the bag, saying, "I'll give you everything I have, please let me go!"

Qing Huan had a lot of reasons to convince these people to let him go, and even to convince them to give up their career as robbers, but from what perspective did he condemn them? And why did he want to convince them?

Everyone has his or her own life. Can you deny another person's life just based on your own reasons?
The Master said that his heart was filled with principles and ideas. Now Qinghuan let go of the principles, emptied his mind, and changed his approach!
The robber holding the knife was shaking, and he said tremblingly: "You...what are you planning?"

Qing Huan was shirtless and said, "I'm still a child, what can I do? Now I'm the same as you, I have nothing, can you let me join?"

Several people were stunned and looked at the little bald head in front of them, as if they had heard something wrong?
A gust of cold wind blew, and Qing Huan shivered, rubbing his arms, and said, "You took away all my things, you can't let me freeze to death or starve to death on the road, right?
Let me join you and give me some food, okay?"

The robbers looked at each other.

Qing Huan ignored them and said to herself: "Okay, now we are all in the same group. When I came here just now, there were a few passers-by following me. Judging from the clothes they were wearing, they should be fat sheep. Let's take advantage of them!
Don't just stand there, hide quickly and listen to my orders!"

The robbers: "..."

……

After half a day, Qinghuan, shirtless, holding a knife, and with a flattering smile on his face, sent away several passengers who looked doubtful about their lives.

He said humbly, "Thank you for the reward... Please come again next time!"

After watching the traveler go away, Qing Huan weighed the silver in his hand and said, "See? Everyone passing by here is our guest!
When treating guests, you must be respectful, polite, and know your limits!

If you just ask for someone's entire fortune without any warning, even if the person gives it to you under threat, the person will still feel unwilling and will definitely report it to the police afterwards... What's more, other people's money doesn't come from the wind, and they might be waiting for help!
Besides, if we encounter a cultivator, none of us will survive!

On the contrary, if we only need one tenth of the wealth, be polite and respectful, and make the guests happy, wouldn't we get the money? And there will be no trouble!
Take half of the money, we can have a good meal and buy some daily necessities, and save the rest."

The little monk acted like a veteran in the world of martial arts, and the robbers were still confused.

Qing Huan, however, has already planned for the future, and said, "We'll do this in the future! Our goal is to make money. If we just kill people casually, no one will dare to take this path in the future. Even if they are robbers, they have to pay attention to the long-term, understand?

When we have enough money, we will open an inn here. Then we won’t even need to take out a knife. People passing by will naturally leave their money…”

The robbers: "..."

……

A year later, an inn was built on the roadside and business was booming.

Qinghuan walked out of the inn carrying her bag, and saw six people kneeling on the ground in a row, crying loudly.

Qing Huan said with disdain: "Wipe your tears, your nose is running... Don't forget where the money to build this inn came from. Others have helped you, so you should also help others more!"

The six people responded in succession, but knelt on the ground and refused to get up.

Qing Huan thought for a moment and said, "Well, each of you can tear off a piece of your clothes and give it to me as a token of your gratitude. From now on, you can live your life on your own terms!"

The six people looked at each other blankly, and hurriedly tore off a piece of cloth from the sleeves of their clothes and raised it above their heads respectfully.

Qinghuan took them one by one, picked up the bag, and walked away singing a verse: "The world is full of suffering, and the only way to save yourself is to save yourself. Those who save others will save themselves, and those who save themselves will be saved by heaven..." The six people hit the bottom with their heads and could not get up for a long time.

……

Due to the good location and the attentive service, warm attitude and pleasant words of the innkeepers, more and more people walked on this road.

Even the passers-by who had been robbed smiled knowingly after being thanked and warmly received by the innkeeper.

Pedestrians passing by this road like to have a sip of free tea in the inn, rest their feet, and listen to the innkeeper's story about the legendary origins of this inn.

Then they went their separate ways contentedly, spreading the story further afield.

The identity of the protagonist of the story, the little monk, is gradually revealed. He is the young master Qinghuan who breaks through the third realm with just a cup of tea under the guidance of Master Qishan.

Of course, some people also criticized that such a great and virtuous disciple would actually engage in activities such as blocking people on the road and robbing them, which not only damaged the virtue of Master Qishan, but also brought shame to Buddhism.

When the news was passed back to the inn, the six people suddenly realized that the man was actually a cultivator!
……

In the following years, similar stories continued to be reported, both good and bad.

For example, Qing Huan became a pimp in a brothel, and the brothel, which was engaged in the flesh trade, actually sold art instead of sex, and the business was countless times more popular than before...

For example, someone saw Qing Huan in a beggar's den, and the beggars stopped begging and reclaimed wasteland, got married and had children...

Some even said that Qing Huan went to the State of Yan and became an executioner, a bald man chopping off people's heads on the execution platform, and he enjoyed it very much...

Some people said that they saw Qing Huan in a brothel, hugging a group of brothel girls and having fun...

Some people said that they saw Qing Huan carrying a load on his shoulder and walking around the streets, shaving people’s heads and trimming their feet…

Some people also said that they saw Qing Huan wearing red and rubbing her cheeks, with a big red silk flower tied on her bald head, acting as a matchmaker...

All the legends have their basis in truth.

Over the years, the legend about Qinghuan was talked about by countless people. Some called him a "living Buddha" and some called him a "demon monk."

Ordinary people like to talk about Qinghuan’s interesting deeds, but practitioners are more concerned about Qinghuan’s realm of practice.

Back then, it took only a cup of tea to break through the third realm. Now, several years have passed. Is Qing Huan stuck in the realm of no confusion? Or has he reached the realm of profound enlightenment? Knowing destiny? Or has he even broken through the fifth realm?

However, in various legends, there has never been any report of Qinghuan displaying his skills.

Therefore, most practitioners do not know Qinghuan’s current realm - those who can read the heavenly book in Zhishou Temple are the exception!

……

In Xiling, behind the bushes beside a stream, a bald monk with bronze skin was stealthily peeking through the bushes.

He was wearing a cassock made of hundreds of pieces, with one arm and half of his chest exposed, his strong muscles filled with explosive power.

Suddenly, a sharp ice cone attacked from behind. The monk's robe fluttered and he had moved to another place. He shouted, "Who is the one who attacked me, Master Buddha?"

The first thing he saw was a woman in red, with a Taoist bun on her head. She had a cold face and said coldly, "Evil monk Qinghuan, I've been looking for you for a long time!"

Qing Huan thought for a moment, put his hands together, and a solemn look naturally appeared on his face. His complexion gradually became radiant, and he said, "Amitabha! So it's you, Dao Chi, Miss Ye Hongyu. I am honored to meet you!"

Ye Hongyu was slightly stunned. She didn't know if it was an illusion, but the atmosphere around her seemed to have changed in some way. Everything seemed to have become peaceful.

Moreover, the solemnity and holiness of the monk in front of her rushed straight into her heart, making her feel like losing her mind and kneeling down to worship him!

However, the next moment, the pleasant calls and splashing sounds of several women came from the creek behind the grass, which immediately broke everything in front of him!
Thinking of Qing Huan's actions just now, Ye Hongyu knew that the monk had just been peeping. She gritted her teeth and shouted, "Lecherous monk, give me your life!"

As he said this, he drew his sword and was about to attack.

Qing Huan said with a saintly face: "I put it down after reading it, but Miss Ye couldn't let it go... You must know that color is emptiness and emptiness is color!"

Ye Hongyu was stunned and subconsciously began to think about the deeper meaning of the other party's words.

Taking this opportunity, Qinghuan calmly turned around and walked away step by step, reciting obscure scriptures as he walked.

Ye Hongyu suddenly came to her senses and was about to stop him, but she saw a shocking scene.

Wherever Qinghuan stepped on, the grass that was pressed down quickly bounced back, flower buds quickly formed between the branches, and flowers bloomed quickly and silently, blooming all the way with Qinghuan's steps!
"Lotus blooms with every step!" Looking at this legendary scene, Ye Hongyu covered her mouth in shock.

Qinghuan had already walked some distance away, and then he disappeared inexplicably, leaving only a patchwork cassock floating in the air. He was pulled by an invisible force and disappeared from sight in the blink of an eye.

Get away! (End of chapter)