I attained immortality in the real world.

Chapter 44 Elder Jinchi

[The world begins!!]

[Rules Alienated: The Heavens.]

[Note: There are many spirit realm nodes within this realm. You can descend to other spirit realms through these nodes, and beings from those spirit realms may also descend to this realm.]

[Rule distortion: Transformation.]

[Note: This realm should be the realm of Dharma. Once the mental and spiritual values ​​break through the Manifestation of Sainthood, one can transform the mind into Dharma, chase the wind, pursue the moon, move mountains, fill seas, and so on.]

[Rules Alienated: Dojo.]

[Note: A few beings in this realm can distort the rules, forming their own dojos within a designated area. If a character dies within a special dojo, their physical body may also face the risk of brain death.]

[Rule distortion:…………]

[Note 1: All rules in this realm have been altered and may be added to or subtracted from depending on the circumstances. Contractors must explore and adapt to the rules on their own.]

[Tip 2: Click the sword-shaped icon on the back of the hand to view character information, personal attributes, related tasks, etc.]

【………】

Chen Jing felt a chill run down his spine as he saw the rules of the cultivation world distorted.

The idea that a spiritual realm could lead to brain death was already suspected when Li Banxian caused himself intense pain.

However, there are no fewer than ten rules in the cultivation world that light energy can cause brain death, and the first hint indicates that the risks in the cultivation world are not limited to these, but are only the most currently known, which is somewhat exaggerated!

If the Boundless Realm is an investment and development project by a mental hospital, then the major shareholder of the cultivation world must be a funeral home!

"call!"

Chen Jing took a deep breath.

Consciousness was fully transferred into the new body, awakening from chaos.

Looking around, I found myself in a mountain forest, with two wooden buckets and a carrying pole beside me, and a bottomless, cold pool in front of me.

A gentle breeze rippled across the water, revealing the reflection of a boy in the pool. He appeared to be about fifteen or sixteen years old, with no hair or ordination scars on his head, but with rosy lips, white teeth, and bright, intelligent features.

As expected of an identity token worth ten million, its appearance alone makes it three points better than Zhu Kui's.

Suddenly, a shout came from the woods: "Brother Qianye, hurry up and carry the last load of water back to the temple, or we'll miss Elder Jinchi's sermon!"

"........."

"No world introduction?"

"Is it because the cultivation world is too vast to be fully described in detail?"

"Or is it that all non-nurturing-type spirit realms cannot acquire knowledge that the character has not yet encountered?"

Not to mention the increased risk.

Even the amount of data that could be read from the world's consciousness had decreased.

Chen Jing did not respond to the sounds coming from the forest. He clicked on the sword-shaped pattern on the back of his hand to view the information of a novice named Chiba.

[Character Profile!]

Name: Chiba (Li Yuan).

[Age: 16. 】

[Identity: Jinshan Temple – Jialan lineage, novice monk.]

[Synopsis: Originally the youngest son of a wealthy man named Li from the foot of the mountain, he possessed a karmic affinity with Buddhism and went up the mountain to become a monk three months ago. He was accepted into the monastic community of the Yogacara school by the monk Faji, who gave him the Dharma name Qianye. He worked as a novice monk in Jinshan Temple, doing odd jobs such as carrying water and chopping wood. Today, while carrying water from the cold pool, he was possessed by a demon from beyond the realm.]

[Note: This function can access shallow memories, extract keywords, facial features, landscapes, and buildings, and search the memory sea to view related memories.] [Task: None.]

Chen Jing's gaze fell on the identity section, where there was a slight discrepancy between the information and the identity token.

A hint of doubt flashed in his eyes: "Jinshan Temple, shouldn't it be Jialan Temple? How did Jialan Temple become the Jialan lineage?"

"…………"

[Read!]

Chen Jing reads Li Yuan's superficial memories.

These are memories that have left a deep impression on one's life, as well as recent memories.

Li Yuan didn't leave many deep impressions. Unlike Zhu Kui, who was exceptionally talented and whose life was full of ups and downs, he was just an ordinary son of a wealthy man.

Li Yuan had a devout Buddhist grandmother. After he learned to read and write, he would read some Buddhist scriptures to his grandmother and gradually developed a strong interest in Buddhism.

When he turned sixteen, he bid farewell to his father and brothers and went up the mountain to become a monk at Jinshan Temple. Since he was not the only son in his family, he did not encounter any resistance. Perhaps because of his appearance, he was spotted by the monk Faji and became a disciple of the Yogacara school of Buddhism.

Recent memories are mostly mundane recollections of chanting scriptures, worshipping Buddha, listening to Dharma teachings, carrying water, and carrying firewood.

However, they did find out why Garan Temple became Jinshan Temple.

In the memory, there was a secluded peak in Jinshan, with a dilapidated Mahayana statue on the altar. After Qianye finished his morning prayers, he asked the monk Faji, "Master, why are we different from the other monks in the temple? Why do we worship different Buddhas? Why do we even chant different sutras?"

The monk Faji did not hide anything: "Because we belong to the Yogacara school, which declined a long time ago. It only survives by merging with other temples, not by maintaining its lineage. And Jialan Temple just happens to be a branch of Jinshan Temple's lineage, so let's just call it a temple within a temple."

Chiba scratched his head and pondered for a moment before continuing, "A temple within a temple? Then why can Jinshan Temple still accommodate us?"

The monk Faji smiled smugly: "Naturally, it's because it's useful. Our Yogacara school upholds the legacy of its founder, and in terms of debating the Dharma, none can surpass him."

"…………"

Based on Qianye's memory, Chen Jing followed a mountain path up the mountain and carried the two buckets of water from the cold pool to the temple kitchen.

The fat monk in the kitchen wasn't surprised to see that Qianye was the last one again. He glanced at the water bucket and scolded, "Walk more carefully! You spilled half a bucket of water. Today is Elder Jinchi's sermon, so you won't have to make up for it!"

"Wow!"

Chen Jing poured the two buckets of water into the large earthenware jar.

He bowed to the fat monk and searched for the sutra hall where Elder Jinchi had given his sermon in Qianye Memory.

Following the route I remembered, I arrived at the entrance of the prayer hall where the Dharma was preached.

Looking around, the huge prayer hall was filled with bald heads.

Besides novice monks like Chiba, there were quite a few fully ordained monks, but the yellow silk cushion at the head of the table was empty.

Suddenly, a hand rose from among the group of bald men, and a clear voice called out, "Senior Brother Qianye, I've reserved a futon for you here."

The voice came from the cold pond and forest. It belonged to a novice monk named Qingdeng, who worked as a kitchen helper with Chiba.

Chen Jing walked into the crowd, took the straw cushion, and thanked him, saying, "Thank you, Junior Brother Qingdeng."

Explain the Dharma! The Dharma should not be lightly transmitted, and the Way should not be sold cheaply.

The purpose of entering the cultivation world is to obtain the Dharma. If someone teaches the Dharma on the very first day, even if it's not the Dharma you need, then this identity token is not a waste.

Suddenly, all the monks stood up in unison to greet him: "Elder Jinchi!"

At the entrance, an old monk wearing a kasaya, holding a staff, with a slightly hunched body and half-white eyebrows walked into the scripture hall and sat on the empty prayer cushion at the head of the table.

(End of this chapter)