chapter 26
In front of the mountain gate stone tablet, Xuanxin looked at the white jade stone tablet. There were countless small golden words engraved on the back.
He read the inscription.
The Buddhist light filled his sea of consciousness.
He suddenly fell into a mysterious epiphany.
The aura on his body surged, and the supreme Yang internal energy in his dantian automatically circulated.
"What's going on with this stone tablet?"
Xuan Xin furrowed his brows. He didn't know why, but he was suddenly interrupted in the middle of comprehending.
It gave Xuanxin the feeling that he was missing something.
"What's missing?"
Shaking his head, he couldn't figure it out for a moment. Xuanxin didn't force it. This thing was about opportunity.
When he wasn't enough, he should let go of his obsession and not force it.
When the opportunity came, success would follow naturally.
"This stone tablet can be considered Shaolin's treasure."
After circulating the supreme Yang internal energy in his body, after one large cycle and two small cycles.
Xuanxin discovered that cultivating in front of the mountain gate stone tablet had a miraculous effect of calming one's heart and concentrating one's mind, and cultivating twice the result with half the effort.
It was almost as if cultivating in front of the mountain gate stone tablet for a day was equivalent to two days of normal cultivation.
[Abbot Sign-In System]
Sign-In Value: 186400
Merit Value: 160
Opening the attribute panel, Xuanxin discovered that his sign-in value had increased, and 200 merit points had been deducted.
His sign-in value increased. Xuanxin guessed that Shaolin must have built the mountain gate stone tablet.
His luck had increased a lot.
Therefore, he obtained a lot of sign-in points.
As for the merit points, he used this Sect Construction: Mountain Gate Stone Tablet. He used this jade slip to create a mountain gate stone tablet out of thin air.
Therefore, 200 merit points were deducted.
"It's worth it."
Xuanxin knew that this mountain gate stone tablet had something even more powerful and extraordinary.
It was just that he hadn't comprehended it yet.
It seemed to be lacking something. In any case, the opportunity hadn't arrived. However, Xuanxin was very open-minded and didn't obsess too much.
His mentality was very stable.
Apart from that, the stone stele at the mountain gate could also make one feel calm and focused. As long as one stood under the white jade stone stele, one would be able to cultivate with twice the result with half the effort.
Shaolin's aura was magnificent, good-looking, majestic, and had a strong Buddhist aura.
In short, Xuanxin felt that the 200 merit points were well spent.
"Wait until the road is repaired, then build the Great Buddha's Hall."
"With the stone tablet here, wouldn't a beautiful mountain gate attract countless worshippers?"
Imagining the grand scene of the Shaolin Temple being filled with pilgrims, believers, and tens of thousands of monks, Xuanxin couldn't help but feel agitated.
Looking at the majestic stone stele, Xuanxin felt satisfied.
Then he went up the mountain.
…
Not long after Xuanxin left, an old man in tattered clothes walked over from the main road. His face was ruddy and full of energy.
Perhaps he was a little tired from walking.
The old man stopped and sat down on the ground.
He had three steamed buns in his hands and a bamboo tube tied to his body.
The old man opened the bamboo tube and drank a mouthful of water. Then he sat down and ate two steamed buns.
If Xuanxin was still here, he would definitely recognize that this ruddy and full of energy old man was the one from the Fallen Immortal Town's market.
It was the old man who was once seriously ill and full of abscesses and was about to die of illness.
At that time, Xuanxin asked this old man for a bowl of sour and smelly rice soup.
The old man gave alms, and then Xuanxin used his good fortune to heal this old man infinitely.
This old man's providence was very strong. Xuanxin once discovered that this old man was a person of great providence under the gaze of his Golden Eyes of Providence.
An eight-story Golden Pagoda of Merit was condensed in the golden light of providence.
That was an almost immeasurable amount of merit. The key was that this old man's ninth story was about to be condensed.
Xuanxin had previously thought of bringing this old man into Shaolin.
The idea of taking him in as a third-generation disciple.
"Shaolin Temple!"
After drinking the water and eating a few mouthfuls of steamed buns, the old man stood up and saw a huge white jade stone tablet not far away.
It was majestic and grand. The three golden words' Shaolin Temple 'contained a strong Buddhist aura.
"Shaoshi Mountain, this is the Shaolin Temple."
The old man's eyes were filled with excitement. In an instant, his eyes turned red as he looked at the stone tablet of the mountain gate. His whole body trembled.
He came here today sincerely to burn incense and pray to Buddha on Shaolin.
At the same time, he wanted to thank Abbot Xuanxin for saving his life.
Originally, he was an old man who was about to die and was seriously ill. Perhaps it was because he had been kind all his life that he met an eminent monk like Abbot Xuan Xin of Shaolin.
He had cured him of his terrible disease.
Now, he was in high spirits. His whole body looked rosy, and he felt that his body was very good.
"This is the path to Shaolin."
The old man was extremely excited. He hurriedly walked to the stone tablet of the mountain gate.
He glanced at the path up the mountain.
Then, he saw the old man kneel down devoutly and kowtow to the stone tablet of the mountain gate again and again.
The stone tablet of the mountain gate was majestic and grand. It was carried by a huge black turtle. The aura it gave off made people feel reverence.
"This is?"
After kowtowing, the old man walked around the stone tablet of the mountain gate and looked around.
When he saw the small golden words on the back of the tablet, he suddenly felt a chill.
His whole body suddenly trembled.
His mind seemed to be attracted. He felt that at this moment, time and space were still. He was in an infinitely still space.
He felt a peace of mind that he had never felt before.
Countless golden words on the tablet seemed to come to life at this moment. They kept appearing and jumping in front of his eyes.
They were like lively and cute little tadpoles.
"Comparing, the world is in chaos, the world lacks a master, the three realms fall, the three Daos are gone, and the world is overturned. Military horses gallop, the Divine Land is in chaos, and demons rise …"
Unknowingly, the old man sat down in front of the stone tablet.
His face was full of devotion and fascination.
He read the inscriptions on the tablet word by word.
If Xuanxin was here at this time, his Golden Eye of Destiny would definitely see an incredible scene.
The aura on the old man's body became incomparably heavy.
He became one with heaven and earth, and the destiny on his body soared into the sky. In the golden light of destiny, the eight-story Golden Pagoda of Virtue began to spin.
Immeasurable merit followed the old man as he read the scripture word by word.
Immersed in the infinite enlightenment, the immeasurable merit built the eight-story Golden Pagoda of Virtue bit by bit. This spinning Golden Pagoda of Virtue was vast and mysterious.
It emitted a terrifying pressure that was close to the Heavenly Dao.
The aura of Dao appeared on the old man's body. Countless golden words on the tablet suddenly lingered around the old man's body.
The golden words on the tablet flew toward the old man's body.
They merged into the old man's body. In the golden light of destiny, the golden words on the tablet appeared as if they were blooming with divine light.
The eight-story Golden Pagoda of Virtue condensed from the old man's immeasurable merit was joined by the emergence of these countless golden words on the tablet.
A nine-story Golden Pagoda of Virtue was built bit by bit.
Buzz!!!
When the nine-story Golden Pagoda of Virtue was built, the stars in the sky also shook.
The old man was still dressed in ordinary clothes.
He looked ordinary. His face was ruddy and full of energy. He was an ordinary old man in his sixties or seventies with a face full of wrinkles.
However, in the golden light of destiny, the nine-story Golden Pagoda of Virtue formed by countless tablet inscriptions and immeasurable merit.
As it spun, the old man's every move was made with natural Dao runes.
It was extremely mysterious.
The aura of Dao flowed all over his body.
Buddha was Dao. This aura of Buddha was extremely mysterious.