Great Love for All Heavens Begins with Huang Yaoshi

Chapter 89: Enlightenment, Don't Talk About Fate, Practice, Don't Seek True Scriptures

That evening.

Zhuang Bu Ran was lying on the bed, his mind immersed in the depths of his eyebrows, when he saw a vague and illusory half-body statue of an arhat.

"There is no difference between saving the world for a lifetime and saving one person for a lifetime. It is also compassion. You should repay the divine eye. May you not forget your original intention and achieve the true fruit of a Bodhisattva."

The blue-shirted boy said:

“He can see the suffering and happiness of the six realms of sentient beings as they die and are reborn. He can also see all the various forms and colors of the world without any obstruction.”

A strange look appeared on his face:
"It turns out that the human body has other hidden meridians besides the ordinary meridians. There are exactly thirty-one meridians, no more, no less. And the characteristics of these meridians are completely different from those of the ordinary meridians. They should be called hidden meridians!"

Zhuang Bu Ran's smile grew wider, and he thought to himself:

"In this world, there are many unique skills and many masters. Why not use a new identity to cultivate the so-called Heavenly Way?"

Four years later.

Since Yang Guang ascended the throne, he was ambitious and launched many foreign expeditions. He was also extremely extravagant and built many palaces and villas, and levied heavy taxes, making the people suffer terribly and even causing bandits to appear everywhere.

As a result, heroes from all over the country rose up and proclaimed themselves kings, and the Sui Dynasty no longer had the splendor it had when it was first founded.

Emperor Peak, in the square.

There were many disciples of Cihang Jingzhai watching from the sidelines. Some of them became nuns while others kept their hair uncut.

This is because Master Feixuan, as the contemporary heir of Cihang Jingzhai, wants to teach her rebellious junior brother a lesson before leaving the mountain.

Two people were seen facing each other on the field. One of them was a woman in her twenties, wearing a light blue gown that fluttered in the wind, looking indescribably elegant. She was gazing down at the clear stream, calm and composed.

The elegant ancient sword hung on her back, which made her look more heroic and seemed to remind others that she possessed unparalleled swordsmanship.

The other was a blue-shirted youth of fifteen or sixteen years old, but he had a strange appearance. His skin seemed to be made of ice and snow, his hair fell like a silver waterfall, his eyes were as clear as a deep pool, and he had a hazy aura of an immortal, as if he was looking at distant mountains through a veil.

If you don't pay close attention to her Adam's apple, just from her posture and appearance, you can say that she is a peerless beauty who is so beautiful that she can topple a country.

"Junior Brother Qing, two years ago, you contracted a strange disease that turned your hair white overnight. It seemed like your vitality was severely damaged. Are you fully recovered now?"

Shi Feixuan showed pity:

"I don't want to win unfairly."

The blue-shirted boy's tone seemed to contain a hint of sarcasm:
"Senior Sister, why do I feel like you're becoming more and more arrogant? You've only surpassed Master in swordsmanship, but you almost made me think you've reached the realm of sword enlightenment."

As the two talked, there was an inexplicable aura, as if there was an invisible divine blade colliding, which made the disciples of Cihang Jingzhai around them feel frightened.

"Ever since your hair turned white overnight, we haven't fought again. I wonder if you've reached the state of enlightenment with your sword?"

"If I remember correctly, ever since I reached the state of telepathy, you have been my defeated opponent."

The blue-shirted boy spoke softly:

"So, regardless of whether I reach the realm of sword enlightenment or not, the outcome will ultimately be the same as before."

"Junior Brother Qing, the older you get, the more I feel you're not as cute as you used to be. The adorable little girl who first came to the mountain has completely disappeared without a trace."

"Alas, I wonder if I can still see the girl who cried bitterly in private when my sword cut off her long hair."

When the two of them talked about this, their energy burst out in all directions like thousands of needles and arrows, making the disciples of Cihang Jingzhai in the distance feel as if their skin was pricked by needles, and they unconsciously took a few steps back.

"Junior Brother Qing, you're becoming increasingly annoying." With every word Shi Feixuan uttered, her eyes grew brighter, reaching a peak of brightness that resembled the flashing of a sword. "Same here, same here."

Zhuang Buyan smiled casually, but his eyes gradually focused, first like clouds condensing into water, and then condensing water into pearls, chaotic and translucent, without any edge or edge. No matter how sharp the other person's eyes were, when they met, they were like the fading lightning and sunset, and all the edge was lost.

At this moment, the two men's energy was concentrated in their eyes, although they had not yet actually fought.

But their eyes were like long swords and large shields, attacking and defending from a distance, looking for the opponent's flaws. It seemed that they were talking to each other like casual chatting, revealing each other's privacy when they were young, but in fact they did it on purpose to confuse the enemy's mind.

At that time, as long as one side is distracted and has a careless look, it will have lost most of the battle.

"Junior Brother Qing, do you know what the Way of Heaven is?"

"What do you think, Senior Sister?"

"The laws of nature are established rules. Just like after a wheat field has been cultivated, some hard-to-eradicate weeds will always grow around it. These weeds will constantly eat away at the growing space for the wheat. When these weeds reach a certain number and attract the farmer's attention, they will be removed."

"The remaining weed seeds are then buried in the soil again, mixed with the next crop and continue to expand, and the cycle continues like this."

"The growth and destruction of this weed does not actually depend on itself, but on the wheat field itself. It grows because it is buried in the wheat field, and dies because it affects the wheat field. Its fate was determined long before it even breaks through the soil."

"Haha, Senior Sister, you've been talking so much, aren't you trying to tell me that some things are already predetermined and I shouldn't daydream about them?"

"Since you already know, then I don't need to explain it, my worldly-minded Junior Brother Qing."

"Then do you understand, Senior Sister, that the nature of weeds is to keep growing, and their instinct is to keep expanding. They are unaware of their destruction because they destroy the wheat fields, and more importantly, because they can neither be seen nor understood."

"Junior Brother, if the weeds ever gained wisdom, they could stop growing before they destroyed the wheat fields and attracted the attention of the farmers. In that way, wouldn't they understand the laws of nature in their own world?"

"Hahaha, Senior Sister is actually teaching me how to find the Heavenly Path."

The young man in blue clapped his hands and laughed:

"Sister, do you know that in a world of weeds, it's impossible to discover the existence of a wheat field? No matter how many times it cycles, it will never be able to detect how the wheat field is formed."

"This is the constant course of Heaven. It does not exist for the sake of Yao, nor does it perish for the sake of Jie."

The chaotic meaning in his eyes seemed to have substance, and he slowly uttered it, like a blunt object weighing a thousand pounds, pressing down on Shi Feixuan's mind:
"Just like Senior Sister's coming down from the mountain into the world this time, the Way of Heaven does not exist because of a benevolent ruler, nor will it disappear because of a tyrant, simply because it sees no so-called right or wrong, good or evil."

"As you said, it's just the law of the cycle of heaven and earth."

"Junior brother, are you criticizing the great responsibility our sect shoulders for the people?" Shi Feixuan's eyes suddenly tensed up and then became bright again, forcing the blue-shirted boy's gaze back.

"When you realize the truth, don't talk about destiny; when you practice cultivation, don't seek the true scriptures." Zhuang Bu Ran said leisurely:
"Senior Sister, you still don't understand."

"If cultivation is not for the purpose of obtaining the true scriptures, then what is the purpose?" Shi Feixuan's face was solemn.

"What is the true scripture?"

Zhuang Buyan said calmly:
"Cultivation is the pursuit of becoming a Buddha, while enlightenment is the awakening of self-awareness, the awakening of self-awareness."

"The so-called true sutra is a method that can lead to the tranquility of Nirvana. Therefore, this method can only be achieved through enlightenment, not through practice."

The two men's gazes moved back and forth like this, sometimes attacking, sometimes defending, sometimes like two swords entangled, sometimes like a sharp spear breaking a shield, sometimes showing weakness, sometimes showing strength, the changes were more strange than swords.

Suddenly, the sword behind Shi Feixuan was unsheathed.

She gripped the hilt of the sword and swung it out, like a gentle spring breeze, warm and peaceful. Wherever the sword energy went, it seemed to carry the compassion to save all living beings, wanting to make the enemy feel awe, and then unconsciously be enveloped by this peaceful energy, and let down most of their guard.

(End of this chapter)