Chapter 104: Bodhi Is Originally No Tree
Dream-Making Expert
“Bodhi is fundamentally no tree, the bright mirror is also not a stand.”
Vast Buddhist sound, boundless Buddhist light.
The Kongxiang Temple that had suddenly appeared was magnificent and immense, its Buddhist light seeming to ferry all living beings across, dispersing the darkness of the starry sky and illuminating the entire Nebula Vortex.
“Another five-hundred-year period.”
“The Kongxiang Temple’s legacy has finally appeared in the mortal world again!”
“Quick, hurry into Kongxiang Temple!”
…
The Kongxiang Temple descended majestically into the void, immediately drawing the attention of every Foundation Establishment cultivator who had come to the Nebula Vortex.
In the starry sky, figure after figure came swarming over, some riding Star Armor Ships, others piloting Dharma Treasures.
At a glance, there were probably no fewer than a hundred thousand of them.
With so many Foundation Establishment cultivators gathered in one place, Lin Qi’s gaze flickered and he murmured, “This is not a place to linger. Better not to join in the excitement.”
Where many people gather, trouble follows. And besides, the entire Kongxiang Temple had sacrificed themselves into silence and extinction, yet they still had to transmit the Dharma once every five hundred years.
Returning kindness with resentment like that was simply unreasonable.
Lin Qi felt doubtful, so he decisively activated the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths Light-Piercing Shuttle, intending to retreat first.
But the moment the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths Light-Piercing Shuttle moved, a beam of Buddhist light fell.
A line of Buddhist sound rang out by Lin Qi’s ear.
“The Sea of Suffering is boundless, turn back and reach the shore.”
The next second, Lin Qi felt his vision blur, and his entire body was pulled into Kongxiang Temple against his will.
In a daze, when he opened his eyes again, he was already in a meditation room.
Inside the meditation room, a bald monk was cursing under his breath as he rubbed his bald head, while looking at Lin Qi with eyes full of anticipation.
Lin Qi instinctively tensed with caution, only to detect that all his spiritual power and divine abilities had vanished. His body was empty, like a mortal’s.
His expression instantly turned ugly. Just as he was about to carefully examine his situation, he noticed a few strands of hair drifting down.
Lin Qi instinctively reached out to catch them, and immediately felt a chill on his scalp.
“Amitabha. Fellow Daoist, ah pah, young monk, this poor Daoist, no, this poor monk greets you.”
The bald monk across from him wore a look of schadenfreude, pressing his palms together at Lin Qi in a fake, perfunctory manner.
Lin Qi watched him with a gloomy gaze, then reached up to touch his own equally bald head.
He had gone bald.
No.
He had become brilliantly wise.
“Jian Wuming, what’s going on!”
Lin Qi drew a deep breath, suppressing the shock and fury in his heart, and asked the bald monk across from him.
That was right.
The bald monk across from him was none other than the Sword Sect disciple Jian Wuming, who had been following him around asking for directions all this time.
Only now, he no longer had his original elegant, carefree sword immortal bearing. His head shone bright, he wore coarse monk’s robes, and he was tall and mighty, almost like Lu Zhishen reincarnated.
“Fellow Daoist, do not—”