Self-struggle starting from Douluo

The entire Washan Mountain was shaking and exploding...

The back hall of Lanke Temple was abnormally quiet, as if nothing had happened. Only the outline of the monk, who was condensed by the starlight, began to distort.

The starlight that had originally gathered and condensed was gradually dissipating.

The starlight was gathering, but after Qi Nian shouted "Hurry", it began to dissipate!
The already formed outline of the monk became much fainter, and seeing the dissipation of starlight, it seemed that he could no longer fully take shape.

He looked at Qi Nian and uttered one word: "Get lost!"

It was just a very casual word, just like a casual response from someone in a busy schedule!
Then Qi Nian flew backwards, broke through the gate, and rolled all the way along the square towards the front hall... His body and mind had both become Buddhas, and his Acalanatha body was extremely solid. Although he could not hurt himself, he rolled all the way out and smashed all obstacles along the way.

Qi Nian is talking about “silent meditation”, accumulating and then exploding!

But what the monk said was "casual Zen", speaking without meaning, and just empty words.

……

Master Qishan has turned the chessboard over, and an extremely pure Buddhist light gushed out from the surface of the chessboard, which was neither gold nor stone. A hole about two meters high was opened between the broken stone steps of the back hall, and a deep passage was faintly visible in the hole!

Ning Que had already climbed onto the carriage with Sangsang. The big black horse neighed wildly and dragged the carriage towards the quiet world of Buddhist light.

Qi Nian "rolled" out, and no one knew how far he rolled. From afar in the smoke and dust, one could see Qi Nian running back here.

When he "rolled" out, he smashed all obstacles along the way. Now he was running back madly, and there were no obstacles on the road, and his speed was extremely fast.

Everyone in the back hall knew that as long as they could stop Ning Que for a moment and wait for Qi Nian to arrive, everything would be settled again.

The godlike monk, after accepting Qi Nian's silent meditation, said "get out" to Qi Nian. His figure had become extremely faint and he had almost no strength left.

But looking at the monk with a holy and solemn face, a faint jade-like luster all over his body, and an indescribable sacred aura, no one dared to take action.

Ning Que leaned out of the carriage window, gave a thumbs up and said, "Brother, you are so domineering!"

The black carriage is about to disappear in the quiet Buddha light.

At this moment, a sword flew from the sky - Liu Bai's sword from the Jiange of Southern Jin!

The sword was moving so fast that its main body could not be seen at all, only a streak of light could be seen. However, it seemed that it was not bothered to hide its momentum, letting everyone know clearly that it was a sword.

The sword flew from the horizon, carrying a cloud thread several miles long, across tens of millions of miles, past the galloping Qi Nian, and directly in front of the carriage.

Compared with the speed of the sword, Qi Nian, who was running back madly, was like a nearly motionless snail!

Ning Que had not had time to retract his head that had been sticking out of the lathe. His face turned pale and his eyes were filled with fear.

The monk's shadow was originally huge, filling the entire back hall. In an instant, it shrank, condensed, and took shape, transforming into a monk wearing a moon-white robe. That face was Qinghuan.

Facing the sword, a hazy glow emerged from Qinghuan's body. He raised a hand from under his wide sleeves and raised an index finger.

I don’t know whether Qinghuan hit the sword with his index finger, or the sword hit Qinghuan’s index finger... In short, the two met in front of the carriage at the perfect moment.

The sword, which had flown for tens of millions of miles without slowing down at all, finally stopped at this moment and was suspended in the void, unable to move forward even a single step.

Qinghuan's condensed figure became illusory again, but the raised index finger was extremely solid, emitting a hazy glow.

It seems that only the index finger is real, and the others are all empty.

After a moment of stalemate, Qing Huan opened her mouth and sang out a magnificent Buddhist sound like the sound of nature: "Neither a demon nor a catastrophe, neither dwelling nor empty, without dust or dirt, do not follow or obey, do not be angry or love, it is difficult to begin and difficult to end, I pick up a flower and offer it to you, it is just like a dream..."

Then he raised his index finger, and the sword suddenly flew upwards, scraping off a few yellow tiles of the Buddhist temple with a "swish" sound, and soared straight into the sky!

The black carriage disappeared completely along the quiet Buddha light.

The Buddha's light converged on the chessboard, and everything returned to normal.

There was silence in the Lankehou Temple, absolutely silence!
……

Lan Ke Temple gathered the strength of the entire temple and quietly set up a large mountain protection formation.

The great master of the academy used his own body to collide. The "Wu Jutsu" made him collide tens of thousands of times in an instant, and countless bones in his body were broken.

The second master, Jun Mo, hurried over from the next hill. There was no need for the brothers to say much. Jun Mo raised his sword and started slashing, intending to break the formation together.

Then they saw Ye Su flying backwards down the mountain path inside the formation.

What drove him away was a wooden sword, Ye Su’s own wooden sword, his natal object!
Ye Su retreated all the way to the foot of the mountain and to the edge of the formation. He stepped aside and the wooden sword hit the formation head-on, causing ripples and falling to the ground.

Ye Su silently looked at the wooden sword that fell to the ground, then bent down to pick it up and put it back on his back. When he looked up, he saw the first and second masters of the academy looking at him across the formation.

The three of them were silent.

The main reason was that Ye Su didn't want to talk. No one would want to talk in a situation where they were being chased by their own natal creature.

Then the three of them looked towards the top of the mountain and saw Qi Nian rolling all the way down. Unlike Ye Su, Qi Nian rolled all the way to the foot of the mountain, and after being blocked by the formation, his momentum disappeared. He rolled over and rushed back again without stopping for a moment.

The master said: "Junior brother, you used the word 'roll' very cleverly!"

He spoke very slowly. Although he had always spoken slowly, the reason he spoke slowly now was because he seemed not to move, but he was actually "infinitely" hitting the formation.

Mr. Er said, "You have reason to leave!"

His sword never stopped.

Afterwards, a sword flew from the sky, passed through the formation and went straight into the Lanke Temple. The next moment, it fell from the sky, broke out of the formation again, and disappeared into the clouds.

The formation was completely broken!
The first master disappeared immediately, and the second master went up the mountain with a sword in hand. He passed by Ye Su and turned his back to him without any hesitation.

Ye Su naturally did not take the opportunity to attack. He just looked at the sky silently, then turned and left Washan.

……

After the Lan Ke Temple gate exploded with a loud bang, the great master's eyes swept through the hall and finally fell on Qing Huan.

Qinghuan's figure was floating in the air, as if any gust of wind could blow it away completely, and he pointed at the chessboard.

Mr. Da breathed a sigh of relief and nodded.

Qinghuan walked up to Master Qishan like floating green smoke, and then knelt down.

Master Qishan looked at him with pity and said slowly, "A hundred years ago, I left the Hanging Temple and came to the human world, always thinking of saving all living beings. I am Qishan, but I have walked the wrong path all my life. In the end, I failed to save anyone!"

Qing Huan opened her mouth, but the voice came from all directions, saying: "You saved me!"

Master Qishan smiled on his tired face and said, "Yes, I finally saved one."

Qing Huan kowtowed and said, "There is no difference between saving the world for the rest of your life and saving just one person for the rest of your life. Both are Buddhas!"

Master Qishan smiled, his smile full of relief. He slowly closed his eyes and leaned into Guanhai's arms.

Guanhai stretched out his trembling fingers and placed them in front of the master's nose, tears flowing out of his eyes uncontrollably.

The master passed away!
Qinghuan's figure became more and more illusory, but she insisted on kowtowing. Finally, she stood up, and a smile seemed to bloom on her illusory face.

Tears appeared in the smile.

After a burst of soft white light, Qinghuan completely dissipated, leaving only a teardrop with colorful rays of light that fell to the ground, bouncing and rolling all the way to the foot of Moshan Mountain.

She subconsciously bent down to pick up the crystal clear teardrop-shaped gem. An inexplicable joy surged in her heart, but within this joy, there was an unspeakable sadness.

Mo Shanshan's eyes turned red. She didn't know why, but she wanted to cry.

……

Following several thunderclaps, rain gradually began to fall from the sky.

The Lanke Temple was almost in ruins, and even the huge Buddha statue was chopped down by Jun Mo in anger.

So when everything settled down, Guanhai brought Master Qishan's body to Yaping and planned to bury it, only to find that the entire Yaping had been ravaged by thunder at some point in time.

The cave where Qinghuan practiced Zen has collapsed and is buried under countless rocks.

Guanhai spent several days looking for people to move the body, but still couldn't find any trace of Qinghuan. In the end, he could only clear out a place to bury Master Qishan.

At the place where Master Qishan was buried, a stone was erected next to it. It was carefully selected by Guanhai just because the stone vaguely resembled a person sitting cross-legged.

……

Ning Que brought the daughter of Pluto into the chessboard world, and no one could find their trace.

No one knows whether Qinghuan is dead or alive, not even the Master.

The deceased is like a man who never gives up day and night!
Flash forward several years.

On the cliff of Washan, the stone next to Master Qishan’s tomb has been weathered by wind and rain, and is now mottled and half covered with moss.

On this day, a soft light like a white feather floated down and landed lightly on the stone statue.

In an instant, the stone statue turned into a person, a bald monk wearing a white robe.

The bald monk was shrouded in soft white light. With a holy and gentle smile on his face, he kowtowed three times towards the grave.

Then sit cross-legged again.

When the white light disappeared, the stone statue was still the mottled stone statue. Where was the monk?
Like a dream, illusion, bubble, or shadow, like dew or lightning, you should view it in this way! (End of this chapter)