With the sound of dripping rain, Qi Wuhuo sensed the removal of his telepathic power and knew that the old monk had passed away and reincarnated into nirvana. He could have returned immediately through the connection between his soul and body by just casting a spell and chanting "Tianzun Wuliang" like an ordinary Taoist priest. However, he did not do that at this moment. He was just leisurely walking in the world of mortals.

Suddenly he felt something and looked to one side. He saw a fortune teller in gray clothes leaning on the railing of the pavilion watching the rain. The sloppy fortune teller was drinking wine by himself, but then he suddenly felt something and lowered his head at the same time. He saw the stone slabs on the street below were washed by rain, and pedestrians holding umbrellas were coming and going like a torrent. The young Taoist stood in the middle, his hair slightly fluttering and his eyes clear.

The fortune teller was slightly stunned.

Then he opened his eyes wide, as if he saw something.

Suddenly he smiled and praised: "What a good state of mind! Your soul has been completely polished to a clear and pure state!"

Pointing to the table next to him, he took the initiative to invite:

"Little Taoist priest, would you like to come up and have a drink?"

Qi Wuhuo cupped his hands and declined politely: "No."

The fortune teller laughed and said, "That's right. You are not fit to come up and drink in your current state. Go back quickly."

After the young Taoist left, a beautiful woman in gauze came out of the pavilion, holding a thin-necked porcelain bottle on a mahogany tray. The aroma of wine was thick. Seeing the fortune teller, she looked around curiously, but could not see anything, so she asked with a smile: "Who are you talking to, sir?"

The fortune teller replied after a long while: "An interesting little Taoist priest."

"Hey, why didn't I see it?"

The master laughed and sighed, "Although you have cultivated, it is only strength, not Tao. Your eyes are on external things, while his soul has reached perfection. How can you see his soul?"

He held the wine glass in his hand and could not help but sigh, "Such a soul cannot be polished to be crystal clear."

“It wasn’t something that was done deliberately, it just seemed to happen naturally.”

"It does have some of the flavor of the Taoist Supreme Inaction."

He drank a glass of wine, shook his head, and said:

"It seems that the old man in his family is also quite good at teaching people!"

“Some skills!”

"But not much!"

"Not as good as that guy who is far away!"

At last he seemed to be mumbling something about someone, but because he was afraid, he refused to reveal the name.

Qi Wuhuo walked slowly, feeling the rain, feeling the world, and the fusion of the two, his heart was clear.

Originally, after the three elements were complete, the soul, which was as energetic as the rising sun, has now become as peaceful as the rain.

Observe the way of Lingbao.

See the Buddha's Nirvana.

This heart is the same as before, this heart is the same as before, but it is extremely peaceful, as if it has realized its own direction from the Buddhist path, and therefore has become boundlessly clear and pure. Originally, Qi Wuhuo's soul was based on the seventy years of the Yellow Millet Dream, and after such changes, judging from the state of the soul alone, it is already extremely pure and thick.

It’s just that the practice of Taoism emphasizes simultaneous progress.

It is necessary to reverse the three elements into two principles, and then one can enter the great way. If one is strong and two are weak, it will never be perfect.

Unable to attain the highest truth.

If he is willing to abandon his physical body and the orthodox Taoism and walk the path of the Yin God, he will be able to make rapid progress and achieve something within a hundred years.

At this time, the rain had turned into a misty drizzle, but the rain was not heavy, so there were still people pushing stalls out. The small wooden carts were covered with straw to block some rain, but they were still steaming hot. People came with umbrellas to buy some breakfast food. The young Taoist smelled the aroma of sesame cakes, came back to his senses, paused, glanced sideways and saw a stall. He hesitated and walked over.

Keep moving forward step by step.

Actively use the soul to wrap up the rain, and then use the change of rain and mist to flow, which can refract all lights into the eyes, so that one can stand out in the eyes of others. This is also the usage mentioned by Mr. Ao Liu in his manuscript. The stall owner is deftly taking out the freshly made pancakes from the oven. The dough is slightly yellow and exudes warmth. A few black sesame seeds are sprinkled on it, and a fragrant smell of noodles hits the face.

I heard the boy's voice: "Take five sesame cakes, four normal ones and one with sugar filling."

"Yeah, okay!"

The stall owner took out the things neatly.

An old stall owner who was selling items to ward off evil spirits recognized the man and said with a smile, "Ah, it's the Taoist priest from Lianyang Temple."

"Old Li, the Taoist priest came to buy sesame cakes from you a few days ago. How are you? You've had a cold for two days."

The stall owner cried out, cupped his hands and said with a smile: "Ah, thank you for the trouble, young Taoist priest."

"But who says it's not true?"

"I suddenly fell ill. I have two elderly people, three children, and my wife at home, a total of six people to support. I was so sick that I almost saw the ghost master, but I felt that I couldn't die like this, so I held on. Seeing that the ghost master was getting closer and closer, I thought I was going to die, but who knew that I would be cured today."

"It wasn't uncomfortable at all, so I quickly went out to the stall."

"My wife has taken care of me for a few days and nights, so I asked her to have a good rest and make sure she doesn't get sick."

As he spoke, he worked swiftly, wrapping the sesame cake with oil paper and said with a smile:

"Here, little Taoist priest, your sesame cake."

The young Taoist took it.

The man looked up at the rain and said with a smile, "Ah, what a nice rain."

“It makes people feel comfortable.”

"Little Taoist priest, what do you think?"

The young Taoist replied softly, “Yes.”

Looking up, he saw that the porridge stall not far away had also been set up. Qi Wuhuo's soul's sensing ability was even stronger. He sensed that some cold-dispelling ingredients had been added to the medicinal materials today. He raised his eyes slightly, feeling surprised. This young prince who ordered the porridge stall to be served did not seem to be the kind of person who did things just for fame.

Being able to change the medicinal materials according to the situation is already thoughtful.

And sharp.

The young Taoist seemed to be thinking about something.

Does this prince, who was once semi-imprisoned in the imperial city, have such ability?

When the stall owner saw that Qi Wuhuo didn't bring an umbrella, he picked up an umbrella and was about to shout.

But I saw that the young Taoist had turned around and walked into the crowd in a few steps.

The rain was like fog and could no longer be seen.

…

In the Lianyang Temple, the young Taoist Mingxin stretched his body and felt that he had slept very comfortably. He woke up with the sound of light rain. After getting up, he opened the door and saw the rain falling on the earth like a weave. He stretched his body, turned around, and saw his favorite sesame cake on the table, so he cheered for joy.

After taking a bite, the sweet core came out.

I was even happier.

Seeing the young Taoist in the courtyard, he waved and shouted:

"Uncle Qi, did you just go out?!"

“The sesame pancakes are delicious!”

Qi Wuhuo agreed with a smile, pushed open the door and entered the Sutra Pavilion. He took a step out and disappeared into thin air. The young Taoist in the Sutra Pavilion slowly opened his eyes with a calm look, as if he was a little tired after sitting for a long time. So he stretched his body, and his vital energy flowed and changed, just like the falling rain in the world, flowing around his body in an instant. Qi Wuhuo was slightly stunned, and raised his hand and clenched his five fingers.

The changes of rain and fog in the void were condensed between his fingers and palms, and then transformed into a water dragon, flowing and changing.

A person who has been meditating for a year above the stars, where the sun rises and the moon sets, has gained a powerful vitality.

It's as easy as using one's own arm.

Qi Wuhuo seemed to be thinking about something.

"The sun is like nature, the moon is destiny."

"This water vein is like vital energy."

"So, the rain I made in Zhongzhou is also a form of cultivation, right?"

He waved his hands to disperse the vital energy between his fingers. Although he was happy about this unintentional gain, he was not attached to it.

But when he looked around, he found that the peacock egg had cracked. A bald-looking little bird was nestled inside the peacock egg, slowly pecking at the eggshell. It seemed that it was frightened when Qi Wuhuo came back. At this moment, it just shrank its head, staring at Qi Wuhuo with a pair of eyes, cautiously, without making any sound.

But after staying for a while, he seemed to be hungry again, and seemed to be unable to control himself.

Two wings with only thin feathers held a small piece of eggshell.

Then send it towards your mouth at a slow speed.

A pair of dark eyes stared at the young Taoist.

The mouth opened silently, the eggshell was put in silently, and closed silently.

Kaba.

The sound still came out.

A feather on the little peacock's head shook.

The body stiffened.

Alas?!!!

The young Taoist couldn't help but chuckle, and then his own spiritual energy flowed out. The peacock was about to flee, but it sensed this pure and clean spiritual energy. It paused, recognized the person, and knew that this was the spiritual energy that had talked to it gently in the endless darkness. So its eyes lit up, and it let out a not-so-pleasant cry, and then suddenly jumped up.

But it could not fly yet. After jumping up, it just fell from the edge of the table. The young Taoist took a step, and his vital energy flowed, holding up the little bird like a cloud.

Then retract it so that it falls exactly into the palm of your hand.

The little peacock seemed extremely happy and kept rubbing against the palm of the young Taoist priest.

Qi Wuhuo gently stroked it with his fingers, feeling the vigorous vitality - it did not rely on the various natural treasures brought by Uncle Niu, nor the aura of those many demon gods. It only relied on its own struggle for more than 300 years to finally break the eggshell and seek life. The young Taoist had a smile in his eyes:

“Welcome to this world.”

"Well, I have to take you to see the medicine spirit later."

"I have to give you a good name."

"But the name."

"I need to ask Yunqin. We agreed to take it together."

The peacock did not understand what the young Taoist said. It just rolled over happily in his palm, extremely happy, as if this warm palm was the safest place in the world, as if it was the entire world.

…

The Eastern Pure Land of Ultimate Bliss.

When Medicine Buddha stopped condensing his dharmakaya, power, and fruition, the entire lapis lazuli world seemed to sense it. The twelve generals, the seven thousand medicine yakshas under each general's command, and the countless sentient beings who were reborn in this pure lapis lazuli world of billions of miles, all walked out of their original dwellings, looking at the Buddha in confusion and fear of what was about to happen.

And the Buddha seemed to be shedding tears.

Yet he seemed extremely happy.

Suddenly he opened his eyes, and the Buddha's light around him collapsed. Then his personal will and Dharma dissipated and surged in all directions. These crystal clear lapis lazuli Buddha's lights repaired and perfected this broken pure lapis lazuli world, but did not repair the body and injuries of Medicine Buddha.

Bodhisattva Moonlight Illuminating Everywhere seemed to sense something, stepped forward and asked, "My Buddha, why?"

The old monk, whose appearance had already faded, did not answer, but said in a gentle voice:

"The moonlight shines everywhere."

"After I leave, you will be the master of this world, the Buddha of the Pure Land of Lapis Lazuli, and sit here."

"The moonlight shines everywhere."

"After I leave, I will seal the Pure Lapis Lazuli World for a thousand years, so that you can cultivate and save yourself."

"The moonlight shines everywhere. You will practice correctly and attain enlightenment."

The moonlight shines through his hands, and he folds them together, shedding tears and asking, "My disciple is here, but where is the Buddha?"

The old monk sighed and said, "It is difficult to reverse the situation."

“On the road to enlightenment, if you go in the wrong direction.”

"The further you go, the more mistakes you make."

"Except for reincarnation, I can no longer turn back. The moonlight is shining, you still have a chance, all living beings still have a chance, don't be like me."

"And listen to the Dhamma."

He put his hands together, used up his last strength, and slowly spoke. He had lost his strength and was no longer a Buddha. He was like an old man who was about to die. He was already an old man who was about to die. The Bodhisattva Moonlight, who had attained the Buddhahood of this world, bowed and listened to the old man's whispers. Then he opened his mouth and recited the old man's last sutra.

The voice was grand and compassionate, just like the moonlight that illuminates all sentient beings. It rang in the ears of countless sentient beings in this Pure Land of Pure Glazed Glass, across billions of miles of the vast world. Such words, such teachings—

"Thus have I heard."

"At one time, the Buddha was walking in the city of the earthly country."

"At that time, under the Seven Wonderful Trees, there was the Supreme Mysterious True Man, who was lecturing on the Supreme Wonderful Dharma..."