Peerless Taoist

Lu Yu brought the old monk and freed the soul from the bronze lamp.    

Looking around, the surroundings were still filled with torrential rain and the natural disasters had not stopped.    

The two of them were covered by layers of dark clouds, and no one in the outside world could detect their existence.    

"This is a conspiracy. The three thousand Buddhist inheritances in front of us are all real, but the inheritance of the Buddha is fake," Lu Yu said.    

The old monk was in a daze. After a long while, he muttered to himself, "Why did he do this?"    

Lu Yu said, "The inheritance of the Buddha should contain his memories. I'm afraid that the person who inherits his inheritance in the future will also be affected by the scene of the memory and eventually become a puppet of the Buddha. He might even become a new Buddha."    

"When a person is good, he can be the greatest good person in the world. But when he harbors malice, he is the only one in the world who is a devil."    

The old monk asked, "Why can you see through it?"    

Lu Yu raised his head and looked at the torrential rain in all directions. He said indifferently, "Because I have nothing to ask for."    

"Whether it is the Buddha, the Celestial Thearch, or the Human Emperor, their inheritances are all external objects that can only be used as a reference for me. My path of Dao Validation will be walked by myself."    

"So what if I give up the inheritance of the Buddha? My path is destined to be above the heavens, and even the ancient experts cannot reach it."    

Hearing this, the old monk suddenly no longer felt sad. He stared at Lu Yu in a daze.    

Ten thousand years ago, the young Three Treasures Monk was escorted by the commoners of his homeland and embarked on the journey of seeking enlightenment.    

He had experienced the confusion, the struggle, the pain, the sweetness, and the bitterness, but he had never questioned his own path.    

He suddenly laughed. He had clearly experienced ten thousand years of time, but he had forgotten his original heart.    

All his troubles and worries had dissipated.    

The monk looked at the dark clouds in the sky and suddenly felt a wave of emotions. He thought of his past self, the young man who had rushed towards Mount Numinous. He had never regretted his actions, and he was persistent and stubborn.    

The monk had forgotten his original self a long time ago, but now, he had found himself again.    

In the dark, the monk suddenly had a flash of enlightenment. He suddenly revealed a smile that he had not seen for a long time. "That's right. My path should be walked by myself."    

As soon as he finished speaking, the monk suddenly felt his entire body relax. The shackles that had been restraining him gradually disappeared.    

His originally sluggish state was swept away, and what replaced it was a valiant and fearless heroic spirit.    

The Buddha who had transformed into a demon had stripped the monk of his Buddhist will, but he had not stripped him of his good will.    

The monk had guarded the vast land of Mount Numinous for ten thousand years without relaxing.    

He was hesitant. He was concerned about the Buddhist inheritance, and he always thought about breaking through the Eight Trigrams Furnace by himself one day and leaving this place.    

However, the inner heart of the person who was going to obtain the scripture made him unable to give up on everything here.    

"I will use my life to protect the land of this continent, not for the Buddha, not for anyone, only for the goodwill that I have left for myself."    

The old monk raised his head and took a step forward. Boundless divine light appeared around his body.    

"Dong..."    

At this moment, the countless ancestral temples in the Spiritual Mountain Continent simultaneously emitted a deafening bell sound.    

The dark clouds suddenly dispersed, and the ground stopped trembling. The heavenly thunder disappeared, and all the natural disasters were dispelled by a mighty force.    

Between heaven and earth, the bell sounded endlessly. The sunlight pierced through the clouds and sprinkled onto the old monk's body.