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Chapter 822 The Test, Severing the Wish

Within the Bodhi Mystic Realm.

The cultivators arrived at the Bodhi grove and walked to the incredibly magical seventh-tiered tree, bowing and worshipping before the lean monk.

"Greetings, Senior Amitabha!"

They were also extremely excited, never expecting to have this opportunity to witness the true appearance of the Seven Sons of Humanity.

Putting everything else aside, this experience alone is something I could brag about for a long time.

"You are all people with a special connection to us, so there is no need for such formalities."

"Next, I, the monk, will be here to preach the Dharma for three months. How much you can understand depends on your own temperament and karmic conditions."

In front of the Bodhi tree, there is a pool of water with lotus leaves floating on it, resembling small prayer cushions.

At Amitabha's instruction, everyone flew down.

Then, one by one, they sat down cross-legged with utmost devotion, waiting for the sermon to begin.

Qin Ming looked around and found that only a hundred or so cultivators were fortunate enough to be summoned by Mi Tuozi and participate in listening to the Dharma.

Furthermore, seventy or eighty of them were disciples from Mount Sumeru, while only about thirty were cultivators from outside.

It can be said that the benefits should not go to outsiders.

Including Qin Ming, these thirty-odd people were selected from among tens of thousands of people.

Qin Ming couldn't help but wonder, "That's not right! I've been keeping a low profile, how could I possibly stand out from among tens of thousands of cultivators?"

'What exactly does this Senior Amitabha see in me?'

In the small spiritual realm.

When the Devouring Sky Rat and the Little Silver Fox saw the Bodhi Mystic Realm, a sacred Buddhist site, and especially when they saw the incomparably holy Bodhi Tree, they all showed extremely excited expressions.

I can't wait to go out and experience it for myself.

They immediately followed the example of the cultivators outside, sitting cross-legged on the grass in the small spiritual realm, hands clasped together, looking like devout believers, ready to begin listening to the Dharma.

“Master, I’ve read about it in storybooks.”

"They say those eminent monks in Buddhism possess incredible and wondrous methods, and can even directly bestow cultivation empowerment upon people. If you were to receive such empowerment, would it be possible for you to directly break through to the Integration Stage? Hehe!"

The Sky-Eating Rat's mind suddenly lit up, and it said something unexpected.

Qin Ming was speechless for a moment upon hearing this. He then transmitted his thoughts to Qin Ming, saying, "You brat, you'd better read less of those fictional novels in the future. You don't learn anything good, and all you do is think about getting something for nothing, huh?"

"You're getting cocky now that you've broken through to the sixth rank?"

"Watch out, when I get back I'll make you farm for three hundred years."

The Devouring Rat immediately shut its mouth and fell silent, entering a meditative state like an old monk.

Immediately.

Qin Ming seemed to remember something and telepathically asked the Old Demon Qingyang:

"By the way, old ghost, do you know anything about Amitabha? Is there anything we should be careful about during this Dharma talk?"

Looking at the scene outside, the old demon Qingyang nodded slightly and said, "Mount Sumeru has been passed down among the human race in the Spirit Realm for a long time, so I naturally know about it. As for this Amitabha son in front of me, I also know a little about him. However, when I was here, he had not yet entered the sequence of the Seven Sons of the Human Race. I suppose that was a later matter."

"Hmm, this person's cultivation level is not bad, not bad at all, just so-so."

"However, compared to the twelve demon stars of the demon race, they are somewhat inferior and probably no match for them."

"The Twelve Demon Stars?" Qin Ming asked, slightly surprised.

Qingyang, the old demon, nodded confidently and said, "Yes, that's right. The Twelve Demon Stars are also among the best of the Nascent Soul stage demons. They all crawled out from countless competitions and piles of corpses. They are similar to the Seven Sons of the human race."

"The demon race also has nine demon lords, all of whom are the strongest below the Mahayana stage."

“There are other alien races in the spirit world as well. These people are all exceptionally talented and blessed with extraordinary luck, and are regarded as the torchbearers of their race.”

Qin Ming suddenly understood upon hearing this.

"However, the human and demon races can only be considered small races in the Spirit Realm. Compared with the major races in the Spirit Realm, they are far inferior. In my opinion, although this Amitabha's cultivation is not bad, it will be difficult for him to break through to the Mahayana stage."

"His cultivation path, without any special opportunities, has almost reached its peak."

The old demon Qingyang stroked his beard and commented calmly.

Listening from the side, the Devouring Rat couldn't help but say, "Old Demon, how do you know that others are definitely unable to achieve Mahayana? Have you ever reached Mahayana? You're just spouting nonsense."

"Hehe! You're just as cunning as your master, trying to trick me into telling you something. I'm not going to tell you." Old Demon Qingyang pointed at the Devouring Sky Rat and laughed.

The Devouring Rat immediately turned its head and said, "Hmph! Playing tricks! Fine, don't tell me then, who cares! This great one and the little silver foxes here are all ancient true spirit bloodlines, with great potential. One day we will cultivate to this level."

"I hope you'll still be as spirited as you are today then!"

Upon hearing this, the old demon Qingyang's face stiffened, and he was speechless.
And outside.

Amitabha Buddha began to preach, moving the ebony prayer beads in his hand.

An incredible scene occurred.

Deep within Mount Sumeru, as Amitabha Buddha preached, a halo of Buddha's light suddenly appeared behind him.

With each syllable he uttered, various wondrous and auspicious manifestations appeared in the surrounding environment, and all sorts of extraordinary phenomena of heaven and earth would transform.

The Bodhi tree also emitted a radiant light that shone down, enveloping the people below.

In an instant, Qin Ming felt as if he had entered a wondrous, pure land, untouched by the cycle of reincarnation and free from worldly dust.

Amitabha Buddha truly lived up to his reputation as a great being among the human race; the teachings he expounded captivated the audience, who listened with utter rapt attention.
however.

Only half a month later, something even more unexpected happened.

As Amitabha Buddha preached, some Nascent Soul cultivators with lower cultivation levels began to break through minor realms on the spot, while some Buddhist disciples seemed to have achieved great enlightenment and broken through some kind of cultivation bottleneck.

Some cultivators even had a sudden enlightenment on the spot and comprehended some kind of great supernatural power.

It can be said that Amitabha's Buddhist knowledge was extremely profound and exquisite.

Besides, the Bodhi Mystic Realm is quite wondrous, and it has many wonderful uses for cultivators who enter it.

Rather than simply listening to Amitabha's teachings, it was actually a rare opportunity for spiritual practice.

Taking this opportunity, Qin Ming recalled the half of the sword manual he had obtained from the broken sword and began to comprehend and cultivate it.

As time went by, his understanding of the path of sword cultivation gradually deepened.

The little figure wielding the sword practiced the sword incantation repeatedly in his mind.

Several more days passed.

The things that Amitabha spoke of suddenly became more and more mysterious.

The situation under the Bodhi tree underwent another unexpected change.

Some cultivators, unable to withstand the indoctrination of the chanting, fell into a mental illusion and became hopelessly trapped.

Those cultivators with weak wills and insufficient cultivation disappeared on the lotus leaves in the pool, clearly having been teleported away.

Qin Ming's heart stirred, recalling the words Gu Chang'an had told him when he came in.

This must be a test set by Amitabha Buddha.

Only the cultivators who remain at the end will be qualified to obtain the treasures and opportunities within the Bodhi Mystic Realm.

Qin Ming immediately circulated the Evergreen Magic Power within his body to calm his mind and continue to comprehend the Dao of Sword.

Time passed bit by bit.

Another month has passed.

Of the cultivators who entered the Bodhi Mystic Realm together, two-thirds have already been teleported away, leaving only thirty cultivators.

Most of them were still disciples of Mount Sumeru.

Only seven or eight of the outside cultivators remained, including Qin Ming and Divine Lord Zi Chen.

However, having persevered to this point, even someone as powerful as the Purple Star Divine Lord at the Great Perfection of the Void Refinement stage was beginning to sweat profusely.

The tests that Amitabha Buddha puts on people of different cultivation levels are obviously different, and Zi Chen Shenjun is also nearing his limit.

Qin Ming was comprehending the Nameless Sword Scripture.

Suddenly.

A white figure suddenly appeared in his mind, its hands forming a sword incantation, its sleeves fluttering, unable to move on its own.

He said to the little sword-wielding figure in Qin Ming's mind, "Huh? It's actually comprehending the Dao of the Sword. That's quite interesting."

“Practicing alone is boring, so let me, the monk, keep you company.”

When Qin Ming finally saw the white figure clearly, he was astonished to find that the other party looked exactly like Amitabha.

This is clearly a test for him.

"Unleash all the sword techniques you have come to understand and attack me, the monk. If you can make this mental projection retreat one step, then you have passed."

"I also want to see what's so special about the person that guy asked me to keep an eye on."

As Amitabha's voice faded, he stood motionless, a faint smile on his face.

His vision suddenly changed, and he found himself in a blank world.

In the entire world, there were only him and the Amitabha opposite him.

Qin Ming didn't rush to make a move. He stroked his chin, sized up his opponent, and secretly asked the Old Demon Qingyang:

"Old ghost, do you recognize this kind of mental projection from Amitabha? It actually managed to enter my sea of ​​consciousness unnoticed through my subconscious."

Qingyang Old Demon replied, "Don't worry, Fellow Daoist Qin, this is actually just a Brahma sound illusion he secretly used while giving a sermon. It does not have any consciousness itself."

"It was manifested based on your mid-stage Void Refinement cultivation, but young friend Qin's cultivation and supernatural abilities are comparable to the Great Perfection of Void Refinement, so the realm of this mental projection is also the same."

"If I were to extinguish this mental projection, the Amitabha outside wouldn't know exactly what happened, right?" Qin Ming suddenly blurted out.

Qingyang the Old Demon was taken aback upon hearing this. "That's right. What do you intend to do, young friend Qin?"

After receiving an affirmative answer, Qin Ming did not ask any further questions.

Suddenly, the little figure of his primordial spirit flew out from his Purple Mansion Spirit Platform, and with a flick of his little hand, a green gourd appeared in his hand.

Then he said to the white mental projection, "This junior is not very talented, but I have a sword technique here. I would be grateful if the senior would be so kind as to teach me!"

While talking.

He poured his Void Refining power into it, activating the Immortal Slaying Gourd.

In the next instant, a primordial sword aura emerged from the gourd, soaring straight into the sky and piercing through the heavens.
An aura of destruction descended upon this world.

The white-clad figure stared blankly at everything.

"This is this"

As the sword energy flashed and disappeared, a crack appeared in the middle of the figure, and it finally vanished like a bubble.
(End of this chapter)