Seeing that his uncle was silent, Xuan Ji suddenly asked, "Uncle, what is the essential difference between Buddha and devil?"
When Yuanci heard this, a complicated look flashed in his eyes.
He spoke slowly, his voice low and heavy.
"Although my uncle has reached the Golden Core stage, it is still difficult for him to glimpse the Way of Heaven. The difference between Buddhist and demonic cultivation cannot be fully explained in a few words.
But it is an indisputable fact that the methods used by demonic cultivators are cruel, they confuse people's minds and take human lives.
The Buddhist practice is based on compassion, doing good deeds and accumulating virtue to save all living beings."
After listening to his uncle's story, Xuan Ji only felt more confused.
If we really define demonic cultivation and Buddhist cultivation based on appearance, isn’t that too superficial?
Seeing Xuan Ji silent, Yuanci felt a little uneasy for some reason, as if something bad was about to happen.
He changed the subject and said, "Nephew, your injuries are still very serious. Come with me back and treat your injuries first. We can discuss these matters after you recover."
Xuan Ji heard this but did not answer. Instead, he knelt down silently and kowtowed three times to Yuan Ci.
Xuan Ji's sudden kneeling made Yuan Ci's heart tremble. He hurriedly reached out to help Xuan Ji up, with a hint of nervousness in his voice.
"Nephew, what are you doing?"
Xuan Ji did not answer immediately, but slowly raised his head, with a hint of confusion in his eyes.
"Master, there is something I don't understand. I hope you can help me clear it up."
Yuanci's heart sank. He knew that Xuanji was stubborn. Once he decided on something, he would go all the way and would not turn back even if he hit a wall.
He took a deep breath and tried to keep his tone calm, "Go ahead and talk, Uncle Master is listening."
"I don't know what the difference is between a demon and a Buddha. I want to experience it myself. I hope my uncle can help me."
Yuanci's face suddenly became extremely ugly, and the thing he was most worried about seemed to be happening.
He tried to calm himself, but his voice still contained a hint of harshness and warning.
"Xuan Ji, do you know what you are talking about?"
Yuanci's face was solemn, and he looked straight at Xuanji, as if he wanted to look into his heart.
"In Xuanhu Temple, there are actually quite a few who have turned from Buddhism to practicing magic. Young monks who sweep the floor, some elderly disciples, and even elders, when they feel that the Buddhist path is hopeless, will willingly degenerate into practicing magic.
But in Xuanhu Temple, from ancient times to the present, no Buddhist disciple has abandoned Buddhism to practice magic.
If you take this path, you will not only betray your fellow Taoists, but will also bring shame to Xuanhu Temple."
After hearing this, Xuan Ji's eyes flashed with shame.
"Uncle Master, it is absolutely not my wish to bring shame to Xuanhu Temple. It is just that my thoughts are not clear. If I cannot experience all this personally, I am afraid that I will never make any progress as a Buddhist disciple in my lifetime."
Yuanci's heart was shaken violently, and he seemed to have aged dozens of years in an instant.
He sighed heavily, with a hint of weakness in his voice: "Xuan Ji, have you really thought it through?"
Xuan Ji did not answer immediately. He knelt down again with his head buried deep in the ground.
"Uncle Master, Xuan Ji is not worthy of being a Buddhist disciple. From now on, he will leave Xuanhu Temple on his own initiative. Please find another capable person."
Yuanci looked at Xuan Ji's resolute expression, feeling both heartbroken and angry.
He originally thought that his earnest persuasion could bring back Xuan Ji's sanity, but he didn't expect that his determination to become a demon was so firm.
Yuanci stood up suddenly, and his originally kind face instantly became ferocious. A powerful spiritual pressure pressed down on Xuanji, and his voice was as cold as ice.
"You are so self-degrading, aren't you afraid that I will kill you with one slap?"
Xuan Ji's figure swayed slightly, but he still knelt straight, like an unyielding pine tree.
He raised his head and looked directly at Yuanci. There was no fear in his eyes, but rather a hint of calmness.
"Everything that Xuan Ji has is a gift from Xuanhu Temple. His achievements today are also entirely due to the cultivation of Xuanhu Temple...
If Master Uncle wants to clean up the mess, Xuan Ji will have no regrets."
Yuanci's anger surged in his chest, almost swallowing him whole.
He raised his hand tremblingly, with powerful spiritual power condensing in his palm, as if he was going to turn Xuan Ji into dust in the next moment.
But in the end, he dropped his hands helplessly.
How could he do that?
He watched Xuan Ji grow up. He was his senior brother's most beloved disciple and the most talented Buddhist disciple in Xuanhu Temple in hundreds of years.
He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and said in a hoarse voice, "Have you ever thought about your master when you do this?"
Xuan Ji's body trembled violently, and a hint of pity appeared in his determined eyes.
He remained silent, letting his lowered eyelids hide the emotions surging in his eyes.
After a long moment, he finally said in a hoarse voice, "My Daoist heart is no longer pure. Master is a highly accomplished monk from Xuanhu Temple. A disciple like me shouldn't be a stain on Master..."
Yuanci felt even more sad when he saw Xuanji's appearance.
Now that things have come to this, there is no point in saying more.
He waved his hand, his tone tired and helpless.
"Go away! From today on, you are no longer a disciple of Xuanhu Temple. Take care of yourself!"
Xuan Ji knelt down again, kowtowed three times deeply, then turned around and left silently.
Yuanci looked in the direction where Xuan Ji left for a long time before sighing and shaking his head.
"Forget it, this is probably what Senior Brother was talking about…"
After leaving Xuanhu Temple, Xuan Ji activated a special martial art.
This technique can sense the aura and depth of karma. Although Meng Wan's karma is not the deepest, it is very special.
Xuan Ji tracked all the way and finally found Meng Wan in a dense jungle.
Sensing someone approaching, she suddenly opened her eyes, and a hint of murderous intent flashed in her eyes.
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