Self-struggle starting from Douluo

The old man in the carriage was called Xiao Kuyu, a mind master served by the military.

Chao Xiaoshu did not kill him because he could see that the other party's mental power had been dispersed by Qinghuan by some unknown means, and he would not be able to condense his mental power in a short period of time.

As long as tonight is over, everything will be settled, so whether this Master lives or dies will be left to others to decide.

On the way back, Ning Que bandaged his wounds and asked, "Didn't you say you couldn't beat Dong Xuan? How did you beat that monk?"

It even split the entire building into two. Although Ning Que had little experience with practitioners, he could see that this kind of power was definitely not something that an ordinary person in the "Unconfused" realm could achieve.

Qing Huan said seriously: "What monks compete with each other is the Dharma. I have profound knowledge of the Dharma, so I can naturally defeat him in seconds!"

Ning Que asked unwillingly, "What about that Nian Master?"

"The old man is quite respectful."

Qing Huan smiled, and seeing that Ning Que was not giving up, he said, "Do you remember what I told you about how to increase your telekinesis?"

Ning Que said without hesitation: "Accumulation and enlightenment."

Qing Huan nodded, looked up at the sky on the rainy night, and said: "Someone once said that I have a lot of truths that fill my heart.

Only the truths you realize yourself will stay in your heart. Sudden enlightenment means realizing a certain truth, and I have a lot of such truths in my mind!"

Ning Que raised his eyebrows, seeming to understand something.

Qing Huan continued, "Later, according to that person's teachings, I dug out the principles in my heart, put them into my body, and put them into practice. This continued and accumulated for many years...so my telekinesis is very strong!"

Ning Que opened his mouth with a somewhat horrified expression, as if he was meeting this monk for the first time.

Qing Huan smiled and said, "Stronger than I imagined!"

Ning Que closed his mouth and remained silent. He was indeed unimaginably strong!
Because he really couldn't imagine how many truths could fill a person's heart. For ordinary practitioners, an epiphany would at least lead to improvement in their cultivation, and at most to a new realm. But how many truths did the monk Qinghuan realize?
Chao Xiaoshu said enviously, "It turns out that the legend is true. The master and the teacher really are master and disciple."

Ning Que was stunned: "Master?"

Chao Xiaoshu explained: "The person the master is talking about is the master, the master of the academy!"

Qinghuan suddenly turned her head and looked towards the end of the street. Under the rain, she couldn't see the scene ten meters away at all, but Qinghuan watched with great interest.

After a moment, he exclaimed: "What a stupid talisman!"

Ning Que looked surprised and asked, "Two?"

Qing Huan nodded and said, "It's two anyway, isn't it?"

Ning Que wanted to say more, but Qing Huan urged him impatiently, "Go back quickly, the Buddha is still waiting to eat the noodles cooked by Sang Sang."

"That's my maid."

"The Buddha gave me money."

……

At the end of the street, a carriage was in pieces. Countless raindrops were like sharp knives, piercing countless small holes in the broken carriage.

Wang Jinglue, who claimed to be invincible under the fate, sat in the rain and cried like a child.

Billions of raindrops could penetrate the wreckage of the carriage, but when they fell on him they were just ordinary raindrops, icy and cold.

A tall, thin old Taoist priest walked out of the rain, his robes covered in grease and dirt. He looked at me obscenely and asked, "I spent half a day drawing this well character. How does it turn out?"

Wang Jinglue cried miserably and said, "So you are one of the four divine talisman masters of the South Gate of Haotian Dao. Why didn't you just kill me?"

The old Taoist frowned and said, "Others died, but you, Wang Jinglue, are different. You are already at the threshold of knowing your destiny at such a young age. It is not easy for our Tang Dynasty to produce a young genius. It is a pity that you died like this.

You don't need to go back to the Prince's Palace. Go to the front line for three years to atone your sins."

After saying this, the old Taoist priest turned around and left without caring about Wang Jinglue’s reaction, muttering to himself: “This little demon monk Qinghuan made such a big scene the first time he made a move, is he really in the state of no confusion?
He never took action before, but he is so straightforward today... Did he find a backer? Academy? Master? Hehehe, once the news spreads, it will definitely be very interesting..."

……

It is located in the Laobizhai in Lane 47.

Ning Que, Qing Huan, and Chao Xiaoshu each had a bowl of noodles.

Qing Huan looked into Ning Que's bowl, then looked into Chao Xiao Shu's bowl, and was very happy. There were fried eggs in his and Ning Que's bowls, but not in Chao Xiao Shu's bowl.

Chao Xiaoshu was also watching. He was very dissatisfied with being treated differently, so he knocked on Ning Que's bowl to remind him.

Ning Que almost laughed and quickly asked Sangsang to make him an fried egg.

The two of them were discussing the price of murder, but Qinghuan's eyes were on Sangsang.

Sangsang was sorting out Ning Que's murder tools, among which was a large black umbrella, which was being opened by Sangsang.

The umbrella surface is very black, pitch black, deep black, so black that it makes people's heart palpitate.

Qinghuan slurped noodles while staring at the black umbrella. Sangsang was a dark girl, but at the moment, holding the black umbrella, she looked surprisingly harmonious.

Qinghuan seemed to see that Sangsang was no longer dark, and under the backdrop of the big black umbrella, he became extremely white and bright.

This scene seems like darkness enveloping light, and also like light carrying darkness.

Qing Huan ate her noodles calmly, but her heart was beating violently. Was it fear? Excitement? Or something else?
He didn't know, but at this moment, he suddenly thought of his mood when he escaped from Yuelun Kingdom and chopped off people in Yan Kingdom.

In Yuelun Country, he saved countless lives, but after Qi Nian appeared, everyone abandoned him.

Even though those were what he wanted to do in his heart and he didn't expect others' gratitude, he still felt depressed and angry, and he wanted to kill all the people who betrayed him.

So he beheaded people in Yan State with great efficiency.

It was not until the news of the massacre in Baita Temple came that Qinghuan suddenly came to his senses and withdrew his possessed foot.

Light and darkness are one, Buddha and devil are one, all in one thought!
Just like Sangsang holding a black umbrella now!
……

I don't know when I left Xiaoshu.

Ning Que was very tired after killing people all night, so he followed Sang Sang upstairs to rest.

The bedding that Sangsang arranged for Qinghuan was just two desks put together. Qinghuan did not sleep, but sat cross-legged on them, as quiet as a sculpture.

He clasped his hands together in front of his chest, closed his eyes and murmured, but the scene of Sangsang holding a big black umbrella kept appearing in his mind, making it difficult for him to control himself.

The body trembled uncontrollably, emitting little starlight.

Finally, Qing Huan sighed deeply and chanted in a low voice: "I only hope that the Buddha will listen with great compassion. If I can attain the supreme Bodhi and become enlightened, the Buddha land I live in will be full of immeasurable and inconceivable merits and splendor...

When I become a Buddha, all sentient beings in the ten directions will be born in my land and will have bodies of violet gold.

When I become a Buddha, all sentient beings who are born in my country will know their past lives over countless kalpas...

When I become a Buddha, all sentient beings who are born in my country will be able to read other people’s minds…

When I become a Buddha, all sentient beings who are born in my country will obtain supernatural powers, freedom, and the perfections...

When I become a Buddha, all sentient beings who are born in my country will be free from discrimination and their faculties will be tranquil..."

The Great Vow Sutra of Lanke Temple aims to enlighten people's sight and hearing with great aspirations and achieve good results.

At first, he just recited in a low voice, but the clear and joyful sound of recitation continued to accumulate and accumulate in the room, and finally converged into a grand sound, deafening.

However, neither Ning Que and Sangsang upstairs nor the people next door were woken up. Instead, they slept even more peacefully.

……

The next morning, Sangsang got up and went downstairs, only to find that the bedding was neatly packed, but Qinghuan was nowhere to be seen.

There was a note on the table that read, "Master Buddha, I'm going to the Wanyan Pagoda in Chang'an to have some fun. I have to make up for the roast duck I had tonight!"

Ning Que took the note from Sangsang's hand with sleepy eyes, took a look at it, and suddenly woke up. He stared at it for a long time before he let out a breath with a complicated expression.

Sangsang asked curiously, "Master, is there anything special about the monk's note?"

"No, I just think that the monk's handwriting is really ugly!"

Ning Que smiled, paused, and added: "But I finally understood why the monk said that my words are full of meaning.

When the monk wrote this note, what kind of confusion must have been in his heart that he could even think about roast duck? "(End of this chapter)