"snort!"
Ye Chen snorted coldly, and an invisible sound wave ripple swept towards the vengeful spirits that were rushing towards him with bared fangs and claws.
“Puff, puff, puff…”
Wherever the sound waves passed, the vengeful spirits didn't even have time to scream before they turned into green smoke and were completely annihilated.
“Woo… woo…”
Seeing this, the remaining vengeful spirits fled into the depths of the abyss howling like ghosts and wolves, and never dared to get close to Ye Chen again.
Ye Chen no longer paid attention to the fleeing evil spirits. He flashed and landed next to Mingyuan.
At this moment, Mingyuan was sitting cross-legged with his eyes closed, and twirling the rosary in his hand rapidly.
He was chanting the mantra of rebirth in Sanskrit rapidly, with beads of sweat oozing from his forehead, as he tried his best to appease these rioting resentful spirits.
Ye Chen frowned slightly, but did not make a sound to disturb them, and stood quietly aside.
After Mingyuan recited the Rebirth Mantra several times, the restless resentful spirits in the abyss gradually calmed down.
It transformed back into wisps of black gas floating in the abyss, no longer emitting a shrill scream.
Mingyuan then slowly stopped twirling the rosary, let out a long sigh, opened his eyes and looked at Ye Chen, forcing out a tired smile.
"Amitabha."
"Master Ye, it's been a long time since we last met. I never thought we would meet again in this Netherworld Valley."
The last time Ye Chen was leaving, he said that he hoped that the next time he drank, he would not be in this Netherworld Valley, but decades later, he was still in this abyss.
Ye Chen nodded and sat down cross-legged beside Mingyuan.
"Brother Mingyuan, what's going on?"
He pointed at the vengeful spirits that had just calmed down, with a hint of doubt in his expression.
"Amitabha."
Mingyuan shook his head, looking somewhat helpless.
"To be honest with you, Donor Ye, these vengeful spirits have suddenly become so irritable and angry since more than twenty years ago, and are extremely difficult to appease."
Mingyuan clasped his hands together, his face showing compassion, and he felt deeply saddened for these resentful spirits.
"Little monk, you can't stay here any longer."
Ye Chen looked at Mingyuan with a serious expression.
"The resentment of these vengeful spirits is several times stronger than the last time I came here. They could get out of control at any moment!"
Ye Chen looked worried. Although Mingyuan had already attained enlightenment as a Buddha, the resentful spirits here were not ordinary resentful spirits.
Rather, it is a vengeful spirit from ancient times with extremely heavy resentment.
Once it goes completely berserk, Mingyuan will definitely not be able to resist it with his current level of Immortal Venerable cultivation.
"Amitabha."
"Don't worry, Mr. Ye. I know what's going on."
"If the situation exceeds my ability, I will find a way to escape and will not sacrifice my life in vain."
Mingyuan clasped his hands together and assured Ye Chen in a firm tone.
Ye Chen nodded slightly, and his gaze turned to the resentful spirits again and he fell into deep thought.
"Twenty years ago..."
Ye Chen murmured softly.
"That was the moment when the Heavenly Dao Monument appeared."
"Could it be that the changes in this vengeful spirit are related to the appearance of the Heavenly Dao Monument?"
"Donor Ye,"
Mingyuan's voice interrupted Ye Chen's contemplation, "You came to see me this time, is there something important?"
Ye Chen came back to his senses, nodded, and temporarily suppressed the matter of the vengeful spirit in his heart.
"I've encountered some things in my practice that I can't figure out, and I wanted to talk to you, a Buddhist master, to see if you could give me some inspiration."
As he spoke, he flipped his wrist and the Drunken Moon Immortal Gourd appeared in his hand.
"Gudong! Gudong!"
Ye Chen tilted his head back and took two gulps, then handed the Drunken Moon Gourd to Mingyuan.
"Oh! Is there anything in cultivation that can stump you, the number one genius in the Immortal Realm?"
Mingyuan took the Drunken Moon Gourd, tilted his head back and took a big sip, feeling a little surprised.
"I would like to hear what kind of problem it is that has troubled Master Ye so much."
Mingyuan put down the wine gourd, with a hint of curiosity in his eyes. He was very interested in things that could stump Ye Chen.
Ye Chen took the wine gourd again and took a sip, then told Mingyuan about his experiences in the mortal world over the past twenty years and his confusion about the Tao.
After Ye Chen finished speaking, Mingyuan nodded slightly.
"Amitabha."
"Donor Ye has been able to blaze a new trail and create an unprecedented path. This is truly a truly astonishing talent, unprecedented and unlikely to be surpassed."
"The title of Supreme is well-deserved."
Mingyuan exclaimed in praise, a hint of admiration flashing in his eyes.
He was silent for a moment and then continued, "In my opinion, Donor Ye may have fallen into a misunderstanding."
"Oh! I'd like to hear more about it!"
Ye Chen's spirits lifted, and he looked at Mingyuan with burning eyes, feeling vaguely that Mingyuan might be able to clear the fog for him.
The essence of his worldly path is similar to Buddhist philosophy, which is why he came to consult Mingyuan, hoping to get a different answer.
A smile appeared on Mingyuan's face.
"Amitabha."
“The beauty of the world lies in the transcendence of the mind.”
"Although you, Mr. Ye, have entered the mortal world, you have always distinguished yourself from ordinary people."
"You experience the sufferings of the world from the perspective of a monk, but you don't consider yourself a mortal struggling to make a living."
"You are always just a spectator, not a player in the play."
"boom!"
Mingyuan's words were like a thunderclap, exploding in Ye Chen's mind.
Ye Chen was shocked. Mingyuan's words cleared up the layers of confusion in his heart.
Although he has transformed into a mortal and walked the mortal world, he is still the supreme being of the immortal world, Ye Chen, in his heart.
He experienced hunger, but he could practice fasting; he experienced cold, but with a turn of his spiritual power he could feel as warm as spring.
He saw the joys, sorrows, anger, and happiness, birth, old age, sickness, and death of mortals, but he always watched from the perspective of a bystander, with compassion.
But I have never truly experienced the struggle of having to give my all just to survive, the despair of being stuck in the mud and unable to extricate myself.
What he experienced was the world he saw, not the world he experienced! He never truly integrated into the world.
“I see…I see!”
A gleam of light flashed in Ye Chen's eyes.
If you want to understand the true world, you must experience the ultimate true meaning of the world.
You must truly transform yourself into a mortal and completely integrate yourself into the mundane world.
To experience their true life, old age, sickness and death, and to experience every struggle and tears they have to pay in order to survive.
Ye Chen suddenly felt enlightened, and the fog in his heart that had troubled him for twenty years completely disappeared at this moment.
"Ha ha ha ha!"
He laughed out loud, full of joy.
"Brother Mingyuan! Thank you for your guidance! This trip to the Netherworld Valley was definitely not in vain!"
Ye Chen raised the Drunken Moon Gourd and took a few big gulps of Xiaoyaozui.
With the brotherhood between them, there is no need for polite words of thanks. Everything is in this wine.
"Come, drink!"
Ye Chen handed the Drunken Moon Gourd to Mingyuan again.
"Amitabha, I wish Brother Ye to see through the mundane world as soon as possible and attain the supreme path!"
Mingyuan took the wine gourd and took a few gulps.
Previously, Ye Chen was called "Donor Ye" out of monks' etiquette.
After a few sips of wine, the words "Brother Ye" fully expressed the deep friendship between them.
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