"Although you are a human, you are not a normal human. Eat this spiritual fruit, and you will transform into an innate creature and travel 50,000 years backwards to meet him."
"Since that existence needs to bear the consequences, changing our human race, isn't that just going the other way?" Xu He was not completely ignorant.
He knew very well that he was trapped in the chess game of the so-called Supreme Being and there was no room for resistance, but there was no need to resist.
Xu He even felt that this kind of thing was natural.
With a little thought, you will understand that perhaps you are one of the incarnations. If so, why do you need to listen to Bodhi's words?
Now that you are here, make the most of it.
He spent his life practicing Buddhism and chanting sutras without worries and pains, which was enough. Now that the Buddhist path is complete and he has realized the true meaning of Buddha, what else can he ask for?
Bodhi said: "You are not a real living being yet."
This time the Bodhi tree spoke a few words, and Xu He thought that his power or some kind of interference was stronger. Then Xu He tried to cut the tree down, but after trying for decades, it didn't help.
The Bodhi tree revived again, and its trunk grew 10 times taller. A face appeared in the middle of the tree, saying, "It seems you don't believe me."
"I believe it, but there is no need." Xu He continued sweeping the floor as usual.
"A long time ago, I would vaguely dream of some memories. In the mortal world, I was a family slave, then a barefoot doctor, and later a rebel..."
"Now, I have lived for 4,000 years, but these 4,000 years are not as long as those decades. My old friend described me as a zombie, in a daze, not knowing what tomorrow will bring."
"You look a lot like him."
The Bodhi tree has some familiar shadows.
Transparent and transcendent.
If the other person is an ordinary person, then if you are infected with his aura, even if you can be regarded as a hero, there will be no good results in the end.
The strength of mortals cannot match the demeanor of a saint.
So Xu He lost in his previous life, and he was doomed to lose from the very beginning.
If a person who practices cultivation were to be tainted with even a hint of immortal energy, he would be able to rise to prominence like he is now.
Xu He is not the incarnation of Li Changsheng, he can only be regarded as a hair or a thought grown by the other party.
What Panhu has to do now is to pull him out.
As for how to withdraw?
It's very simple and doesn't require much skill. You just need to tell the other person one thing.
Li Changsheng is much more than just Buddhism.
The Bodhi tree fell into silence again.
a thousand years.
Xu He calculated this for the time being, he actually didn't live that long. Since he was completely isolated from the outside world and had no communication, time had no meaning.
During this period, he is still studying Buddhism and improving his cultivation. Step by step, he will reach the peak of the ancient holy kings and become our Buddha.
Suddenly one day.
A woman walked in from outside the door. She had gray hair, a tired face, and a dead look on her face.
The old monk looked up and saw the woman smiling. He said, "Donor Mu Yu, how are you these days?"
Mu Yu, this is the name given by the old monk. There is no special meaning, just because the other party turned into a wooden fish, and then considering his identity, he took the homophony of it.
All living things in heaven and earth have no gender, but all things are divided into yin and yang.
Mu Yu smiled and said, "Master, I haven't seen you for a long time. Have you experienced the Five Deteriorations of Heaven and Man?"
"I have attained enlightenment and have a lifespan of ten thousand years, but I am not worried about my life. The reason is quite complicated and cannot be disclosed."
Xu He shook his head, and suddenly a feeling of tiredness and heaviness came over him, as if at this moment his time had started moving again.
Mu Yu did not delve into it and said, "Master, I have evil spirits in my body, can you help me?"
"Yes." Xu He nodded without hesitation. From the moment she entered the door, she noticed that beneath the other party's strong aura of death, there was a hint of evil.
"But before that, can you tell me where this evil spirit comes from?"
"I heard that there is Yellow Spring in the far west, where there is a chance to become a saint, so I spent thousands of years setting foot on Yellow Spring. In the end, I didn't achieve enlightenment, but ended up with injuries all over my body." Mu Yu replied.
Her reasons are common to the strong, and people like her are like carp crossing the river. The end of the strong is either death in battle or death in the pursuit of breakthrough.
Very few people die of old age.
"Amitabha, I will do my best to help you. But there is one thing I want to tell you. Even if I save you, I'm afraid you won't live long, no more than 100 years."
Xu He began to use Buddhism to dispel the evil spirit from Mu Yu. It only took one year for the evil spirit to dissipate.
After a few more years, Mu Yu turned into a yellowish-brown jade.
Mu Yu, died.
Xu He widened his eyes slightly, not understanding why this was happening.
Bodhi tree spoke again: "Supernatural powers cannot match destiny. All the years here are in the past. Mu Yu's death has long been destined."
"If you want to turn the virtual into the real, there is only one way."
"What method?"
Xu He asked.
When he asked this question, an irreversible change had already taken place in him.
"Fifty thousand years from now, the Buddha you mentioned will be born. All you need to do then is kill him or influence him. You will gain a tremendous opportunity and may even become him."
“No.”
Xu He shook his head and buried Mu Yu properly.
Bodhi tree said again: "With your current cultivation level, you can decide where to put a piece of jade. She can't cause any trouble, and there is no cause and effect."
It's autumn again.
The Bodhi tree asked, "Have you learned the true meaning of Buddhism?"
"Amitabha, my Buddha is perfect." Xu He answered without hesitation.
"The Buddha is only one of them, one tenth of him."
Bodhi left these words and regained his composure, leaving the old monk standing there in a daze for a long time without moving.
Am I just one of them?
Just one of them?
Xu He's emotions at this moment erupted like a volcano. Thousands of thoughts rushed through his mind, including shock, disbelief, greed, anger, and ignorance.
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