There is a reason why the world has fallen to this point. Since the collapse of heaven more than a thousand years ago, it has been gradually sliding into the abyss of destruction.
And this process does not happen overnight.
"This world is dying... That is to say, it is not completely dead. It needs our faith and will as the nourishment for its revival..."
The monk glanced at Catori, his eyes as deep as a pool, his expression solemn and dignified.
"Gatorli, the world needs us."
He added earnestly.
But as the monk spoke, Gatori's expression became completely gloomy, and his tone became excited, "I understand, this world needs us - needs us to die?"
No wonder Master Jia'anchi went forward regardless of his own safety even though the evil star was hanging high above his head in the east. It turned out that he had already thought about his affairs after his death.
The monk's eyes were deep as he stared at the young blond man. When the man's gaze slightly withdrew, he sighed and said, "My child, the death of the body is not the end, but only the beginning. We are not throwing ourselves into the arms of death, but returning to the depths of the world."
"Maybe..."
Gatori shrugged helplessly, suppressing his doubts, dissatisfaction and other emotions.
"Amitabha, let's move on."
After chanting the Buddha's name, Master Jiaanchi continued to walk towards this polluted land with his Zen stick.
A faint Buddha light lingered around him, dispelling the poisonous gas around him.
"Master Jiaanchi, you've practiced for so many years, your six senses have long been purified, and you've attained manas, yet you've neither become an arhat nor a bodhisattva. With your profound realm, even if you can't reach the tenth-bhumi bodhisattva realm of the Dharma Cloud Realm, you should definitely be able to advance to the eighth-bhumi bodhisattva realm of the Immovable Realm." Gatori followed the monk, looking at his slightly hunched back, and asked in confusion, "Why do you still maintain a mortal body? And why are you going to die in this state?"
Master Jiaanzhi had been very kind to him, otherwise Gatorli would not have followed the other party even though he knew he was going to die.
But he still found it difficult to understand that a master like Jia'anzhi could clearly shed his mortal body, attain the nirvana of no birth, and be promoted to an eighth-level bodhisattva.
The eighth stage is the immovable stage, which is the realm among the ten stages of Bodhisattvas. It can be said to be the principle of true suchness. Once it has reached its limit and its essence is fully obtained, it will be truly constant and still, and unshakable.
"If I wanted to attain the Bodhisattva realm, I would have done it long ago in the Dharma Ending Age." Jia Anchi didn't turn around, but replied casually, "But this broken world has neither the Pure Land of Ultimate Bliss nor the other shore. Even if I had attained it, what would it matter? Even with multiple identities and more power, I would still be struggling in this sea of suffering."
"I read in ancient texts that as long as you Buddhists attain the Bodhisattva realm, you can escape the sea of suffering." Gatori was somewhat dissatisfied with the monk's answer and frowned. "Why is it so different from what you said?"
"Books are written by later generations, and they contain too much subjective speculation. They shouldn't be taken seriously." Jia Anchi stretched out his withered right hand and pointed at the Death Star hanging high in the east. "Look at that demon who represents fear and despair. Even if I were to attain Bodhisattvahood, I wouldn't be able to wield such a vast and twisted power. Moreover, even if a Buddha truly appeared in the world, I'm afraid he wouldn't be able to do anything to her."
"But think about it the other way around. Even a demon like this is struggling in the sea of suffering, hoping to transcend and achieve true immortality. What are you dissatisfied with?"
He took a deep breath, feeling the death star that was rapidly expanding every moment. The closer he got, the more he felt the fear of death approaching.
Even with a high spiritual realm, it is difficult to be immune to such emotional power.
"I'm not dissatisfied."
Gatorli shook his head and followed the monk forward, overcoming the growing fear within him. "I'm just lamenting that it's not us who have this opportunity to transcend."
After hearing this, Jia Anchi was slightly stunned, but he laughed and scolded: "You young man! How dare you compare us with that devil?!"
He was not really angry. His practice had reached this level, which was no longer comparable to the young monk who had just started practicing.
"Why can't light and darkness be compared together?"
Gatori asked calmly.
Then he chanted 'Namo Amitabha', then 'Great and Omniscient God', and finally chanted the names of all the supreme gods in different myths, hoping that one of them could open his eyes and help him overcome the difficulty of death.
"You are not a devout believer. Even if you were, it would be useless to ask anyone for help."
Jiaanchi stopped and tapped Gatorli's foot with his Zen stick, signaling him to adjust his mentality.
"Didn't you say I was the chosen one?" Gatori curled his lips and said with some dissatisfaction: "What if someone responds to me?"
He was still young and didn't want to die in vain. However, he knew in his heart that no matter whose god's name he chanted, he probably wouldn't get any help.
This world...
There is no such thing as a god.
Rumble——
But just as Gatorli finished speaking, the dark clouds above his head suddenly exploded, and a large amount of thunder gathered above, carrying the indescribable power of heaven and earth.
Such a strange phenomenon in the world made the monk and Gatori look up. Gatori had a confused expression on his face, but the monk's expression changed several times, and his calm face finally showed great emotional fluctuations.
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