The Sect Leader Has Taken in a New Female Disciple-Chapter 796 - 259: Master, What Do You Think the Buddha Son Will Look Like?

This was still under the circumstance where Sikong Yan deliberately held back.

Afterwards, he directly detonated both the incomplete Five-Color Array and the complete Four-Color Array, turning this area entirely into a land rich in resentful thoughts.

Those obsessions of unwillingness, pain, and hatred intertwined with the pungent stench of decay in the air, forming a nauseating and terrifying atmosphere.

But if one looked closely, on the edge of the Abyss that everyone avoided discussing, two monks appeared at some point.

They sat quietly in a cross-legged position, whispering continuously.

The elder monk wore a worn yet clean gray robe, his eyes profound and serene, exuding compassion and peace.

The young monk appeared to be seven or eight years old, dressed in slightly oversized monk robes, with a face full of focus and devotion.

They gently parted their lips, chanting ancient scriptures, and the black thread of resentment hovering above the Abyss gradually thinned, becoming transparent, and eventually dissipated into the air.

As each thread of resentment faded, golden rays of light flickered and quietly entered the bodies of the two monks.

With time, the golden light gradually gathered around the elder monk, enveloping him and making him appear to be like a golden statue of the Buddha.

A faint golden halo also appeared on the face of the young monk, making his gaze even brighter.

About two hours later, the young monk's stomach suddenly made a quiet rumbling sound.

Following that, he couldn't help but burp, his body swayed slightly and then stopped.

"Master, my Bodhi heart has absorbed quite a lot. If we continue to transform, I feel like I'm about to vomit."

The young monk wiped the fine beads of sweat from his forehead and quietly spoke to the elder monk.

His small face was flushed red, evidently the prolonged and intense work of transformation had pushed his body and mind to their limits.

Hearing the young monk's words, the elder monk also gradually paused his actions, a gentle smile appearing on his face.

"No matter, transformation is not urgent, it requires a gradual approach. Today, you persevered for so long, far exceeding my expectations, which is not easy."

Then, the elder monk gently patted the young monk's shoulder, his gaze full of approval and affection.

"The resentments in this Abyss are too intense, even for me, it's difficult to endure for a long time."

"For you to use your young body to help liberate so many resentments, is a great virtuous act, the accumulated merit will surely bless you in the future."

The young monk listened to his master's words, and a shy smile appeared on his previously exhausted face.

He then nodded, saying, "Master, I understand. But with so much resentment, when will we be able to transform it all clean?"

The elder monk looked deeply towards the Abyss, his expression calm as he slowly said, "The Buddha's compassion transforms beings, not seeking success in one day."

"Moreover, finding such a place greatly benefits our cultivation and is an excellent opportunity to temper the Bodhi heart."

"In whatever we do, do not rush, as long as we hold compassion, keep our true heart, everything is possible."

The young monk nodded with partial understanding and showed a naive, captivating smile on his face.

Scratching his head, he seemed to recall something and murmured, "I wonder how the others are faring, anyway, I kind of miss the rice at Jiyuan Temple."

The elder monk was amused by the young monk's words, looking at him with eyes full of indulgence.

He gently raised his hand, stroked the young monk's head, and said, "You little glutton, thinking of food while cultivating."

"But this is okay, people eat grains, naturally having the desire for food. Once our cultivation here concludes, we'll return to the temple, and make sure you eat to your heart's content."

The young monk nodded vigorously, his eyes full of anticipation.

"Then master, can we really find the Buddha Son this time? What will he look like?" Soon, the young monk seemed to remember something, couldn't help but ask.

The elder monk couldn't help but look toward the Abyss before them, speaking calmly, "The Buddha Son descends with his own destiny."

"He may possess unique traits, or be ordinary, but surely has Buddha nature within. Whether we can find the Buddha Son depends on the fate hidden in the void."

Saying this, he paused and his gaze stretched beyond the Abyss, looking into the distance.

"The Buddha Son's mission is to promote the Dharma and save beings. He may currently be in hardship, or may have taken the first step on the path of cultivation."

"But regardless of where he is, or what he encounters, the Buddha nature will guide him, guiding us to find him as well."

"Then master, how can we be sure the one we find is the Buddha Son?" the young monk pursued the question, his face full of confusion.

The elder monk smiled slightly, extended his hand to gently pat the young monk's shoulder, and said, "The Buddha Son carries Buddha fate. When we encounter him, there will be an instinctive response." 𝗳𝗿𝐞𝕖𝘄𝗲𝕓𝗻𝚘𝚟𝕖𝐥.𝚌𝕠𝕞

The young monk tilted his head in thought and then said, "Master, I understand. It's like transforming these resentments, as long as we hold compassion and follow the Dharma, surely we can find the Buddha Son, right?"

"Indeed." The elder monk nodded approvingly, his eyes full of gratification.

"The Buddha's compassion, both the transformation of resentments and seeking the Buddha Son, essentially enact the Dharma, saving beings. So long as we wholeheartedly turn to the Buddha, Buddha fate will surely arrive."

After speaking, the elder monk clasped his hands in prayer, closed his eyes again, radiating comforting Buddha light, beginning a new round of transformation.

"I hope the several Bodhisattvas have calculated correctly, allowing us to find the Buddha Son smoothly." The elder monk silently prayed in his heart.

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