Self-struggle starting from Douluo

The deadline given by Xiling is the Festival of Light.

So Lu Chenjia still has some time to arrange the affairs of Yuelun Kingdom.

Now in the court of Yuelun Kingdom, people promoted by Lu Chenjia occupy the majority. These people, without exception, are strongly opposed to Lu Chenjia going to Xiling, so this group of people must be appeased.

But these have nothing to do with Qinghuan, he is receiving guests.

I don’t know if it was a coincidence or something else, but three people arrived at Qingjing Mosque at the same time.

……

Jun Mo and the butcher stood face to face at the gate of Qingjing Mosque, looking at each other, and remained silent.

The empty sleeve under Jun Mo's right arm was fluttering, his left hand was on the hilt of the iron sword, and he stood as straight and proud as ever.

The butcher's hands were folded across his chest, far away from the hilt of the knife at his waist.

Apart from the two people confronting each other, Qi Nian was standing not far away, with his hands clasped together and his head lowered, his resolute face expressionless.

There were footsteps at the gate of Qingjing Mosque.

Jun Mo finally spoke, "Leave, or die!"

The butcher finally lowered his arms from his chest, and with his right hand hanging down close to the knife handle at his waist, he said, "I may die, but you must die first!"

Then his hand finally grasped the hilt of the knife.

Because the footsteps at the door had stopped, and they were only separated by a door.

The vitality of heaven and earth suddenly changed drastically, and countless sharp sword intentions gathered into a bone-chilling cold wind, mixed with a small but firm sword intention.

Golden light appeared on Qi Nian's body, and countless cuts appeared on Acala's body.

"crunch-"

The gate of Qingjing Mosque opened, and accompanied by the Buddha's proclamation of "Amitabha", all the strange visions disappeared into thin air.

A sense of peace filled the three people's hearts and calmed their fighting spirit.

"I've met Second Senior Brother!"

Qing Huan said happily: "I am very relieved to see that Second Senior Brother is still so reasonable!"

Jun Mo held the middle of the scabbard, raised the iron sword, and said, "Junior brother, I am naturally reasonable!"

"Second Brother is right!"

Qing Huan smiled and saluted the butcher again, saying, "Is the senior here?"

The familiar tone, like a greeting, made the butcher unable to draw his knife.

He originally thought of chopping the other person to death with a single blow through the door, but then he thought that he would not be willing to do that without even seeing the other person's face, so he waited for the other person to open the door.

Now that he felt the other party's sincere joy and welcome from the bottom of his heart, the butcher suddenly lost the desire to draw his knife.

After holding it in for a long time, the butcher said hoarsely: "What a Buddhist Dharma that soothes the heart!"

Qing Huan smiled and said, "Senior, you must first have a heart before you can be comforted! When the drunkard came, I felt quite disgusted, because he was just a pile of rotten meat without a heart, but still struggling and squirming!
But I am really happy that you can come, because you are a human being!"

The butcher spoke again, "I'm here for revenge!"

Qing Huan smiled and said, "Only humans can seek revenge!"

The butcher was speechless.

Qing Huan finally nodded to Qi Nian and said calmly, "Senior Brother Qi Nian."

Qi Nian clasped his hands together, lowered his head and didn't look into Qing Huan's eyes, and said, "Junior Brother!"

"Stop blocking the door."

Qing Huan turned around and called out, "Come in quickly!"

……

Qingjing Temple naturally has a Buddhist temple, where statues of Buddha and guardian deities are enshrined. Qinghuan doesn't usually like to come here.

But the Qi Nian who came this time were from the Buddhist sect, and the butcher had also been instructed by the Buddha and was well versed in Buddhist principles. In addition, considering the purpose of Jun Mo's trip, Qing Huan still entertained the three of them in the Buddhist temple.

Looking at the mottled clay Buddha statue, Jun Mo smiled and said, "I have seen many temples, but the Buddha statue in this temple is the most beautiful!"

Qi Nian raised his eyes and glanced at the Buddha statue, then lowered his eyes again.

The Buddha statue doesn't even have a layer of gold foil, it's completely the color of mud. Some parts have been deformed due to rain leakage, and then they were patched up with mud, making the Buddha statue extremely ugly.

But Jun Mo said that this Buddha statue was the most beautiful.

The proud Jun Mo naturally disdains to flatter anyone, so this Buddha statue is really beautiful!
Qing Huan poured tea while asking, "Are the brothers in the academy all right?"

Jun Mo replied: "A bunch of injuries, it's hard to say whether they are good or bad."

After Qing Huan poured tea for the butcher and Qi Nian, he looked at Jun Mo's empty right sleeve and asked, "Is Second Senior Brother disabled?"

Jun Mo nodded and said, "It doesn't matter if I'm physically disabled, it's just a little regretful. The key is that my heart is broken, so I want to come to you to see if there is any Buddhist teaching that can solve it." Qing Huan looked at him for a long time and said, "Second Brother, the Buddha nature is self-sufficient, why do you need to seek Buddhist teachings from outside?"

Jun Mo was slightly startled: "What do you mean?"

Without paying any attention to the butcher and Qi Nian, Qing Huan said, "There is a hell in this world. There is great terror and great resentment there. I am afraid of it and have not dared to set foot there until now. Brother, do you dare to go to this hell?"

Jun Mo asked directly: "Where is hell?"

No one asks what kind of hell it is, or what horror and resentment it contains.

Qing Huan smiled calmly and said, "Hanging Temple!"

Qi Nian's face looked slightly bitter.

Jun Mo nodded and said, "Then I'll go for a walk!"

Qing Huan clapped his hands and said happily: "If hell is empty, Senior Brother can become a Buddha... But Senior Brother can't let this journey be in vain!"

As he spoke, he slowly put his hands together in front of him, slowly closed his eyes, and finally murmured something.

The butcher was the first to notice that something was wrong, but he couldn't tell what was wrong. After looking around, his eyes fell on Qinghuan. He felt as if there was something indescribable emanating from him.

Jun Mo and Qi Nian also noticed something unusual. The light in the Buddhist hall seemed to soften, their vision became blurred, and the light seemed to twist and sway, finally falling on Jun Mo, shrouding Jun Mo in a hazy glow.

The indescribable thing emanating from Qinghuan seemed to mix into the soft and distorted light, penetrating into the pores of Jun Mo's body.

Qi Nian and the butcher looked at Jun Mo with strange eyes.

Jun Mo closed his eyes, and felt extremely comfortable, which penetrated into his flesh and blood, and into his bones. His whole body was like the dry land being moistened by the drizzle, and began to grow tender shoots and grass...

An extremely powerful vitality slowly emanated from deep within his body, and his body felt like it was expanding.

This feeling was so comfortable, as if even the soul was revitalized, making all of Jun Mo's depression disappear.

I don’t know how much time passed before Qinghuan stopped whispering and put down her hands.

Jun Mo woke up and opened his eyes, he saw Qinghuan with a smile on her face, while the Butcher and Qi Nian had bulging eyes and open mouths, as if they had seen a ghost.

Jun Mo saw the expressions of the two and felt puzzled. Cultivation is about cultivating the mind. How could one reach this level when being so jumpy?
Just as he was about to raise his hand, Jun Mo was suddenly shocked and looked at his right arm in surprise.

The right arm is intact and is slightly raised!

Rebirth after a broken arm?

Jun Mo was stunned for a moment, then began to move his arms and clenched his five fingers. Finally, he looked at Qing Huan and said, "Is this kind of thing possible through Buddhism?"

Qing Huan smiled and said, "The formation of a human being in the womb and the growth of limbs, is this also caused by Buddhism? It is just the self-sufficiency of nature!"

Jun Mo did not ask any more questions and said solemnly: "Thank you, Junior Brother!"

"Senior brother, you're welcome!"

Qing Huan nodded, then looked at Qi Nian and whispered, "Do you believe that I am a god?"

Qi Nian trembled and said: "...Believe it!"

Those who practice Buddhism do not believe in Buddha, but those who practice Buddhahood truly believe in Buddha, and their belief is very deep!

Because Buddha really exists, as they believe in him, he becomes the God in their hearts!
Buddha cannot achieve the supernatural power of Qinghuan, so Qinghuan is naturally also a god!

Qing Huan shook his head, losing interest in continuing the conversation with Qi Nian. He turned to look at the butcher and asked, "Then do you believe that I am a god?"

The butcher struggled, and finally gritted his teeth and said, "I'm here for revenge!"

Qing Huan burst into laughter and said with relief: "Revenge is good! No matter if you are a god or a Buddha, the revenge should be taken... With a thought in my mind, I can kill gods and Buddhas!
I am Qing Huan, a poor monk, and I am here to greet you, Senior! "

The butcher took a long breath, then held the hilt of the knife at his waist and said, "Let's find a place to fight... If you want to fight in the city, I don't care!"

Qing Huan smiled and said, "Senior, your current state is not even comparable to that of Buddha. How can this poor monk break your immortality?"

The butcher said: "In that case, then you can die!"

Qing Huan shook his head and said, "I can't break the immortality of the senior. Except for the goddess, I'm afraid no one in the world can break it. But the senior has a heart, and there is fire in his heart... This fire can not only burn others, but also burn oneself!

I, the poor monk, will borrow the fire from your heart for a while!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the butcher suddenly felt several more terrifying gazes falling on him.

Just looking at him was like a mountain pressing down on my heart.

The butcher raised his head and looked in the direction of his sight, and saw the guardian Buddha statue of the temple glaring at him with eyes wide open.

There is also a Buddha statue in the middle, guarded by guardian statues. With his eyes lowered, he looks at himself solemnly, and his eyes are full of compassion.

A fear and terror that the butcher had not experienced in many years surged into his heart, and his heart was beating violently, like the beat of a drum.

With every beat, the Buddha's face grew bigger and closer in his eyes.

In a few breaths, those faces appeared in front of him, majestic and terrifying, as if they were questioning him about all the evil things he had done over the countless years!
The murmuring of scriptures reached my ears, torturing my heart over and over again!

The original anger began to burn inward! (End of this chapter)