Lingxu, Sword Coffin, Blind Swordsman

Li Guanqi was immersing himself in Jueyuan's past.

The reason he could immerse himself like this was because the old monk was recalling his past.

Once again placing himself in 'Purgatory'!!

Jueyuan was enveloped in Buddhist light, his eyes filled with complex sorrow.

He looked at Li Guanqi with a very gentle gaze.

At this moment, he was him.

Equally enduring the same pain, struggle, and repentance.

Being in Purgatory, purifying body and mind.

The cultivation of the Purgatory Path is also a method of cultivating the mind.

Once one enters the Path, it is a transformation and sublimation of one's own state of mind, making the cultivator's Dao heart more steadfast.

As for the Asura Path...

Li Guanqi had already entered the Path, but he just hadn't realized it yet.

Weren't the previous thousands of days of slaughter in the illusion the Asura Path?

Moreover, Li Guanqi could effortlessly cultivate several swords of the Purgatory Asura Sword.

Wasn't that because he had fought countless battles in his life!

Jueyuan murmured.

"In Buddhist scriptures, the Asura Path is between the Deva Path and the Human Path in the six realms."

"Neither god nor human."

"According to legends... the beings in the Asura Path possess powerful supernatural powers and abilities, but are also full of anger and strife!"

"They often fall into endless struggles and suffering due to jealousy and belligerence."

The gentle voice paused slightly, and he looked at Li Guanqi, softly warning him.

"The key to the Asura Path is to maintain your original heart and stay calm in the midst of bloody battles."

"Stabilize the mind! And enter the Path!"

From day to night, cultivation continued.

The little novice cooked, ate, and did his homework by himself, without the slightest懈怠.

Until the third day, when night fell.

The Buddhist light on Jueyuan's body slowly subsided, and the corners of his closed eyes were a little wet.

He sighed softly, then opened his eyes and slowly stood up.

At this time, Li Guanqi was already enveloped in a rich Buddhist light.

Although this Buddhist light was still very faint, it was real.

The old monk exited the main hall, stood at the door, and looked at Li Guanqi with a slight smile on his face.

"Amitabha."

"I didn't expect him to have wisdom roots and be destined for Buddhism..."

"Such comprehension, a promising child."

"Deep down, he still harbors seeds of kindness and cannot bear to see the suffering of the world."

The old monk didn't mind spending so much energy, even putting himself in the suffering of Purgatory.

In his opinion, if he could make up for his past mistakes.

Even if he was in Purgatory every day, it wouldn't be impossible.

Regret, guilt...

Hurting others because of one's own mistakes, whether intentional or unintentional.

The mistake will always exist.

The guilt will always exist.

If there is anything to be happy about in life.

I'm afraid only 'a false alarm'.

And 'lost and found' are the happiest.

The old monk walked out of the main hall and waved towards the meditation room.

"Huiming, come here."

The little novice put down the pen in his hand and trotted to the old monk's side.

"Master, what's wrong?"

The little novice, with his hands clasped together, slowly stood up.

Jueyuan touched his smooth little head and smiled.

"This layman will probably not wake up for two days."

"During these two days, you go to the mountain to collect the morning dew of the Mingxin grass, just collect a pot."

"After he wakes up, tell him to drink it as soon as possible, it will be good for him."

The little novice nodded, seeming to understand.

"Yes, this disciple understands."

"This layman is really amazing~"

The old monk did not deny Li Guanqi's talent and comprehension, but he did not praise him too much.

He just squatted down and said with a smile.

"You are also amazing~"

"Your understanding of Buddhism has improved recently."

The little novice narrowed his eyes with a smile, and his face blushed a little embarrassedly.

Suddenly, he seemed to remember something and looked up at the old monk and asked.

"Master, are you going out because you are telling me these things?"

The old monk smiled and nodded, looking back at the direction of the temple.

A trace of worry flashed in his eyes, and he said softly.

"Yes, I have to go out for a while, and I will be back in two days."

The little novice put his hands together and bowed.

"Amitabha, then Master, please take care of your health, you can rest assured that the temple is entrusted to me."

The old monk smiled, then his figure twisted and disappeared in place.

After the old monk left, the little novice did not slack off in his homework.

He just glanced at Li Guanqi, who was practicing with his eyes closed, and returned to the meditation room to continue doing his homework.

Chanting scriptures and praying to Buddha, cleaning the temple, without any懈怠.

The next day, just as it was dawning, the little novice went out with a pottery pot.

Mingxin grass is not a rare thing in this mountain.

But Mingxin grass is very small and very slender, and collecting morning dew requires a lot of patience.

The little novice carried a straight wooden stick, and the sound of the wind whistling as he waved it along the way.

A happy smile appeared on his small face.

"This stick is really straight...hehe."

It was not yet dawn, and the little novice was not slow. Although he had not yet broken through to become an immortal, his cultivation was comparable to that of a Nascent Soul stage cultivator.

Unable to fly in the air, his movement technique was not weak either.

Soon the little novice came to a valley.

He ran to the forest with ease and squatted down carefully.

A small patch of green grass condensed morning dew.

Huiming took out a jade piece from his arms and used it to transfer the dew hanging on the Mingxin grass into the pot.

The movements were gentle, but exceptionally skilled.

In the blink of an eye, he had collected all the morning dew from this area.

The morning dew of the Mingxin grass covered a layer in the pottery pot, shimmering with a faint green fluorescence.

The little novice stood up and wiped his sweat, his monk's robe was soaked with dew.

"Not bad, not bad, I actually collected so much from this small area."

As the little novice went deeper, thick fog rose in the mountains at some point.

The little novice searched for the踪迹 of Mingxin grass all over the mountains.

Lying on the ground, carefully collecting morning dew.

At the same time.

Li Guanqi was practicing with his eyes closed in the Liuli Temple.

Abbot Jueyuan was walking towards the Southern Azure Underworld.

He wanted to see how Huiyuan was doing now.

However, at this time, Huiyuan had arrived at a town and was suffering from cold eyes!!

During this period, Huiyuan experienced all kinds of things in the world and suffered many difficulties.

He restrained his aura, let himself become ordinary, and became blind.

But he also had many insights.

And understood many truths.

At this time, Huiyuan's originally thick afro had become much sparse...

Li Guanqi would not know how high Huiyuan's talent was...

In Buddhism, those over-the-knee long arms are one of the thirty-two Buddha appearances!

That is to say...

Huiyuan was born with the appearance of a Buddha!!

A few days later, Huiyuan, who was fighting with a great demon, was seriously injured because he had sealed his eyes.

When he was in a daze, it was as if his arm wound was being licked by something.

Huiyuan, who had passed out due to excessive blood loss, was taken back to a cave by a white fox.

In the dry and clean cave, the white fox transformed into a beautiful woman in white.

The woman bit her lip and looked at Huiyuan with complicated eyes.

Seeing that Huiyuan's aura was getting weaker and weaker, she decided to take action to save him.

She chewed the spirit grass in her mouth and applied it to Huiyuan's wound to stop the bleeding and bandage the wound.

After doing all this, the white fox looked back, and finally transformed into its true form and left the cave...

On the other side, the little novice in the valley who was collecting morning dew saw a meteor-like fairy grass flashing!