Chapter 890: More Cultivation
After one stick of incense.
Following Pu Xuan through the chaotic Yun'an Temple, we arrived at the Main Hall.
As the core main hall of any temple, the Mahavira Hall houses the statue of Sakyamuni Buddha, which is generally considered to be the "biggest" Buddha in Buddhism.
"Fang, Abbot."
Inside the hall, there were still a few monks who had not escaped but were hiding here to pray for the Buddha's "protection".
When they saw Pu Xuan coming in, they ran out and asked, "What was that just now?"
"Oh, it's okay, don't panic."
Pu Xuan looked at Wei Changtian who was silent behind him and said softly, "Everyone, get out."
"yes"
The monks looked at each other, then looked at the expressionless Wei Changtian, with fear still lingering in their eyes caused by Zhulong.
But no matter what doubts they had, they naturally did not dare to disobey Pu Xuan's words, so they quickly ran out of the hall in a hurry.
As soon as they left, only Pu Xuan, Wei Changtian and a majestic golden Buddha statue were left in the huge main hall.
"Prince Wei"
Turning around and looking at Wei Changtian, Pu Xuan lowered his head slightly.
He did not immediately point out the old beggar's hiding place, but first asked softly: "I wonder what you will do after seeing those two people?"
"Don't worry about that."
Wei Changtian narrowed his eyes: "Or I will do whatever you think I will do."
"I understand"
Nodding, Pu Xuan sighed helplessly.
"Alas, Master Wei, perhaps you don't want to hear any explanation, but I still want to tell you why I took in these two people."
"oh?"
Wei Changtian was not in a hurry. Instead, he glanced at Pu Xuan with interest and said, "If you want to say it, just say it."
"good"
Pu Xuan looked back at the tall statue of Sakyamuni, paused for a moment, and then slowly said:
"Master Wei, the old man dressed like a beggar is actually from my Buddhist sect."
"I know that."
Wei Changtian nodded slightly: "And then? You are not going to say that he practiced some evil skills and was expelled from Buddhism."
".It's not an evil skill."
Facing Wei Changtian's disdain, Pu Xuan's expression did not change. He just explained seriously: "Young Master, you should have seen his image last night. At first glance, it is indeed quite terrifying, like an evil Buddha."
"But in fact, it was not because of any evil skills, but because he practiced too many and too diverse skills."
"What's the meaning?"
Hearing Pu Xuan's words, Wei Changtian's pupils shrank slightly, suddenly recalling the Taoist "escape technique" that the old beggar used to escape last night.
"Could he be practicing both Buddhism and Taoism?"
“It’s not just Buddhism and Taoism.”
Pu Xuan shook his head: "I don't know how many witches, witches, Confucianists, and demons there are, but he should have tried most of the cultivation methods in the world."
"It's just that the cultivation methods of each school are different, and some are even diametrically opposed. The mutual influence will naturally produce some variables that may be good or bad."
"And that evil Buddha's Dharma image is one of these many variables."
“.”
Pu Xuan's voice in my ears was calm and affirmative, proving that what he said was not made up, and was at least 90% true.
As a result, Wei Changtian was inevitably stunned.
Good job.
A hodgepodge? ? ? Although there is no such thing as "exclusiveness" in the cultivation methods of this world, in fact, few people would practice the methods of two schools at the same time.
After all, a warrior's time is very precious. It is not enough to practice at home, so how can he have the time to learn a "second major"?
More importantly, "cultivating more" can only bring limited improvement to warriors and may even have a counterproductive effect.
Just as Pu Xuan said, the approaches of various schools and factions are extremely different, and some have nothing in common.
In this way, it would be very easy to go astray if one practices the skills of both schools at the same time.
I originally wanted to become stronger, but ended up becoming weaker, and I might even lose my life.
Naturally, no one would do such a thankless task, which ultimately resulted in almost no one practicing "dual cultivation".
Not to mention "cultivating more".
And now, according to Pu Xuan, the old beggar has actually "cultivated" at least five or six more ways, and has not gone crazy yet. This is undoubtedly incredible.
If this is true, it can only mean two things.
1. He is very lucky.
2. He is a genius in cultivation.
But "How do you know this?"
Suddenly, Wei Changtian's tone became cold and he asked a very crucial question.
Pu Xuan did not answer immediately, but slowly closed his eyes, and after a long while he said with great difficulty:
“He is my big brother.”
“.”
There is no doubt that Wei Changtian never expected to hear such an answer.
Is that old beggar the elder brother of this bald donkey?
You know what, when you think about it, these two people do look a bit alike.
But that's not right.
If they are really brothers, then their cultivation talents should be similar.
How come one of them obviously has strength that is not just that of an ordinary second-grade level, while the other is only of the fourth-grade level?
What great opportunity did the old beggar get?
A series of questions quickly flashed through Wei Changtian's mind, and Pu Xuan had no intention of explaining further. He just opened his eyes and said bitterly:
"Master Wei, now you know why I hid him in the temple."
"Brotherly love is understandable."
Wei Changtian looked directly at Pu Xuan, his voice was very calm, but the aura around him had already begun to surge in secret.
It was obvious that he had realized something due to the latter's "frankness".
If Pu Xuan was really a brother of the old beggar, then how could he betray the latter so easily?
Just because of a mere Yun'an Temple?
impossible.
Then, this is most likely not a "betrayal", but a trap set for me. "Abbot, are you going to let me die knowingly?"
Changing the subject, Wei Changtian sneered and broke the window paper, while his left hand was already pressing on the hilt of the Longquan sword.
The almost condensed power of the second rank has suppressed the entire main hall, but Pu Xuan seems to have no feeling about it, and his expression is still bitter.
"Alas, Master Wei, I don't want to do this either."
"But he is still my relative, and I cannot watch him die in your hands."
“I’m sorry.”
“Bang! Bang, bang, bang!!”
As Pu Xuan finished his last words, the several doors that were originally open suddenly closed one after another, instantly isolating the inside and outside of the hall.
Then, in the next moment, the tall Buddha statue standing in the center of the hall slowly lit up with golden rays of light.
And in this gradually dazzling Buddha light, Sakyamuni slowly opened his eyes.
(End of this chapter)
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