He was one of the few non-Buddhist disciples. Because he had a higher talent in Taoist techniques, he was sent to Shangqing Palace as an exchange student. Whether the practice is successful or not sometimes depends on the choice. Choosing the right path is half the battle.
It is not uncommon in the cultivation world to send talented people to the right place, usually choosing a sect with good relations. In this way, the other party can achieve success in cultivation and also receive the favor of a strong man.
In Shenzhou, exchange students usually return to their own countries.
The Golden Elixir monk replied, "Eliminating sins is a form of karma. Karma-related methods are usually accompanied by various costs, and if they are not completed, there will be severe heavenly punishment. This master has a kind heart, so please don't make things difficult for him."
At first, he was unsure whether to protect the other party or not. Not all Buddhists were good people. At least from the perspective of the immortal era, in ancient times, Buddha and demons were born from the same root, which can be seen from the Buddhist teachings in the Bodhi Realm.
His telepathy was created by Master Du Shi, and it is said that it was gained from the magical powers of immortals, so he must protect the other party.
"I need to ask my superiors for instructions."
The company executives walked out and came back about three minutes later.
"The superiors agree to lower the level, but we would like to ask you to stop the other party's behavior as soon as possible, or at least stop making such a big fuss. Although it is a good thing, the blatant killing has already caused a very bad impact."
A few lives and bad social impacts are simply not counted, this is the weight of the Jindan period. As long as it does not touch the red line of Jindan Zhenren, the government will basically be satisfied.
"Amitabha, I will find this fellow disciple as soon as possible."
The Jindan master stood up and disappeared in the blink of an eye.
He appeared high in the sky, with tall buildings under his feet. He counted with his fingers and then rushed in a certain direction.
Du Can was carrying a young man on his back along a country road, totally ignoring the other person's wishes, and was heading straight towards the countryside.
This was the last child he could find, the rest were basically gone.
"Let me go! Let me go! You bald ass, let me go. I don't want to meet my so-called biological parents."
Although Ducan will not obtain the consent of the abducted child, nor will he ask about his current parents, he will inform the child of his situation. For example, if he was abducted, he will be taken to meet his biological parents.
Most people resisted, except for a few who had been trafficked recently. Adults were the most resistant and panicked, because no one would believe it if they were suddenly told that they were trafficked.
The young man already believed it when he was told, or he had long been convinced that he was not his biological son.
Du Can glanced sideways, staring at the young man with slightly turbid eyes, and saw through what was in the other person's mind.
"Since you know that the donor is not your biological child, why are you still resisting?"
The young man was silent for a while, then whispered: "The grace of raising a child is worse than the grace of giving birth to him. I am living a good life now, and I don't want to disrupt it."
He didn't have much affection for his biological parents whom he had never met, so he naturally resisted meeting them. This was a common resistance in recovering abducted children, but Du Can, a monk from the spiritual world, didn't know it.
However, those with great supernatural powers in Buddhism have experienced worldly life and most of them are wise men.
"Amitabha, forced support is not a great favor." Du Can said, "Don't worry, I am only taking you to see them. I will not restrict your whereabouts. This meeting may have an impact on you, but you should meet your biological father and mother."
".Maybe they have forgotten me. So what if we meet? What's the point?"
"Amitabha, great compassion without tears, great enlightenment without words, great laughter without sound, great love without selflessness."
The two of them didn't speak any more on the rest of the way. The young man seemed to have given up. Although he no longer struggled, his inner resistance could be seen by Du Can.
Soon they arrived at their destination, a rural area with cement roads, electricity and internet, and small buildings.
China's rural areas are not backward, they just lack medical and educational resources.
They came to an older red brick house with chickens in the yard. An old woman was bending over and scattering grains.
Du Can put the young man down, pointed to the old woman in the courtyard and said, "She is your biological mother."
The young man looked at the woman, who was wearing an old flowery dress with her sleeves slightly lifted. Her skin was tanned red and black, her face was full of wrinkles, and her hair was black with white. She was hunched over, perhaps because she bent over too much, as if she had never lifted her body.
It was a far cry from her mother, who was glamorous and dressed in a mink coat.
She was ugly, like a sweet potato in the dirt.
The young man wanted to turn around and run away. The thought of living in such a place and with such parents made him want to escape.
"Master, I would rather die if I were born into such a family."
Upon hearing this, Du Can just murmured "Amitabha" in a low voice. Isn't poverty also a kind of natural disability?
At this time, the old woman noticed the two of them and said in Mandarin with a slight accent: "What can I do for you? We don't have any extra food at home."
She thought Ducan was here to beg for alms.
"Amitabha, I am not here to beg for alms, but to settle my karma."
Du Can slightly turned sideways to let the old woman see the young man. The moment she saw the young man's face, the expression on her face froze instantly, and she stared blankly with her eyes slightly widened.
She didn't know what her child would look like when he grew up, but she still remembered what her husband looked like when he was young, and she also knew what she looked like. The young man in front of her looked so much like her husband when he was young, they were just like each other.
"How old are you, kid?"
Du Can seemed to have seen what she was thinking and said, "Donor, he is your son."
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