The figure of the man in green was blurred. He stepped onto the top of the Buddha Cauldron, slowly raised his right hand, and struck out with a palm.
"Suppress!"
With this seemingly casual palm, he directly smashed the already - seriously - injured demonic thoughts into pieces.
Boom!
The world immediately regained its clarity, and the terrifying demonic power dissipated in an instant.
The dark clouds dispersed, and the warm sun shone on the ground again.
The eminent monks of Tianxu Temple looked at the phantoms of the man in green and the man in white standing high above, their faces filled with shock.
The Buddhist Sect of the Eastern Land had spent countless efforts but failed to completely eradicate this demonic thought, yet the wills of these two after - images could easily solve it, which overturned the worldviews of many eminent monks.
"It's him," the old monk didn't recognize the person in the white Taoist robe, but he recognized the man in green at a glance.
Although the features of the man in green were blurry, the old monk believed he wasn't mistaken. Inside an ancient palace of the Buddhist Sect, there were many precious items, including a portrait of the man in green.
According to legend, a long time ago, a top - level powerhouse of Qingzong came to the Buddhist Sect of the Eastern Land, hoping to use the power of the Buddhist Sect to completely deal with the Demon Abyss. However, the Buddhist leader at that time lacked the courage and dared not take such a large risk, so he politely declined the proposal.
The man in green didn't force the issue. He drank a cup of tea and left.
After the man in green left, the young monk who had served him tea at that time depicted his appearance from memory. Years later, that painting was collected by the Buddhist Sect as a memento.
Later, the Buddhist leader of that generation knew that he had let down Qingzong and the Buddha. Not daring to bet the entire Buddhist Sect, he severed the foundation of the Buddhist Sect, broke off relations with it, and went to the Demon Abyss in the Dizhou.
Since then, the Buddhist leader and the man in green had jointly suppressed the Demon Abyss and never returned.
As for the Buddhist Sect of the Eastern Land, it hadn't been involved in the karma, lived a comfortable life, and had been passed down to this day with unfathomable heritage.
"He once discussed the Tao with the ancestors of the Buddhist Sect and convinced a hundred Zen masters. Ancient books recorded that he once stood above the nine heavens, suppressing the Holy Master of an ancient sect with one hand and defeating the patriarch of a great sect with a flip of his palm. He had few opponents in his life."
It was no exaggeration to say that the Taoist in green could be ranked among the top three of the powerful figures of Qingzong throughout history, second only to the founder.
The old monk didn't expect that by borrowing the power of Qingzong this time, he would summon a wisp of the will phantom of this sage, and he was shocked.
After the demonic thought was eliminated, the two will - figures in the void quickly dissipated, leaving no trace, as if they had never appeared.
After all this ended, everyone was in a daze for a while, and it took a long time for them to come back to their senses.
The monks looked at Chen Qingyuan, and their gazes had changed completely.
They all knew very well that the two will - phantoms came from between Chen Qingyuan's eyebrows.
"Amitabha," the monks thought of how they had initially looked down on Chen Qingyuan and lowered their heads in self - blame and shame.
Some eminent monks decided to start meditating in seclusion tomorrow to reflect on themselves.
"Could he be...?"
A very small number of top - level eminent monks seemed to have recognized the identity of the man in green, with a strange light in their eyes, hesitant to speak.
The portrait of the man in green had been placed in a Buddhist hall, and the legend associated with it had naturally been preserved.
"Abbot," several elderly eminent monks looked at the old monk, with meaningful looks in their eyes, seeking an answer.
The old monk understood the meaning in their eyes and nodded slowly.
"Buddhism will face difficulties," a pedantic old monk sighed.
"To save all sentient beings and relieve the world," the old monk's expression was solemn, and his voice was hoarse. "Buddhism was wrong in the past. Now that I am in charge, we can't make mistakes again."
"I have sinned, my state of mind is not pure. Please punish me, Abbot," the pedantic old monk knew he had said the wrong thing and quickly admitted his mistake.
"I will punish you to live among the people for ten years. You are not allowed to use Buddhist magic. With the body of an ordinary and lay monk, you should experience all aspects of life," the old monk decided to change the current situation.
"Yes," the pedantic old monk nodded.
"Regarding today's matter, without permission, it must not be spread or discussed. Those who violate this will have their cultivation abolished and be expelled from the Buddhist Sect," the old monk scanned the monks, and the pressure of Buddhism fell on everyone's heads as he said seriously.
" We will abide by your decree," the monks were puzzled but didn't dare to ask more, and they nodded with their hands clasped together in salute.
After dealing with these matters, the old monk descended from the void and slowly walked towards Chen Qingyuan.
"Child, it's time for you to wake up," then, the old monk withdrew his solemn and magnificent golden - body Buddhist power, gently touched Chen Qingyuan's forehead, and pulled him back from the mysterious state to the real world.
Chen Qingyuan slowly opened his eyes, feeling extremely tired.
Seeing the old monk standing in front of him, and noticing that the Buddha Cauldron was very quiet and the monks had stopped chanting sutras, Chen Qingyuan asked softly, "Master, has the demon been suppressed?"
"Yes, the demonic thoughts have been destroyed, leaving no hidden danger. Thanks to your help, young Benefactor Chen, this matter could be resolved," the old monk had a kind and amiable expression, treating Chen Qingyuan very gently, with a constant smile on his lips.
"I didn't do anything," Chen Qingyuan looked confused.
"Your presence is enough," the old monk's words left Chen Qingyuan puzzled.
However, Chen Qingyuan remembered being trapped in the center of the jade platform with his consciousness. It was strange and he didn't know the reason.
"Master, I seemed to have entered a consciousness space that is hard to describe just now. What was going on?" Chen Qingyuan decided to ask about this.
"You will know in the future, young Benefactor," the old monk didn't plan to tell Chen Qingyuan about Qingzong's matters, at least not now, to avoid adding pressure to him.
"Okay," it was mysterious. Monks always liked to be evasive.
Chen Qingyuan stopped thinking about these issues because his master had said similar things before.
How could the demon in the Buddha Cauldron, which was so terrifying, be suddenly suppressed?
It was really strange.
And what was even stranger was yet to come.
When Chen Qingyuan decided to leave, a group of eminent monks made way for him, standing on both sides with their hands clasped together, showing great respect.
Even Monk Dao Chen, who had initially looked down on Chen Qingyuan, now showed deep respect and a hint of shame in his eyes.
What was going on?
Chen Qingyuan took a step and was shocked by the scene in front of him, not daring to move forward.
Swallowing hard, Chen Qingyuan turned to look at the old monk and asked in a low voice, "Master, how was the demon in the cauldron killed?"
"Young Benefactor, you have a karmic connection with our Buddha and possess extremely high wisdom roots. Borrowing a drop of blood from your eyebrow was enough to suppress the demon," the old monk replied with a smile.
"Oh, I see," on the surface, Chen Qingyuan was expressionless, but inside, his heart was in turmoil.
If he had a karmic connection with the Buddha, could it be that the Buddhist Sect wanted to accept him as a disciple, like giving him a title such as a Buddha's Son? Was that why these old monks' attitudes had suddenly changed?
This possibility was quite high!
He had to leave this place quickly. He didn't want to become a monk.
Chen Qingyuan shuddered and walked forward quickly, afraid that a group of old monks would rush over to him.
"Young Benefactor, you are rather weak now. Walk slowly," the old monk followed closely, not understanding why Chen Qingyuan was suddenly walking so fast.