Strictly speaking, this is not a magical power. It is a trial technique used by Buddhism to test disciples. Crossing the bridge will improve your strength, and being confused will turn your whole realm into nothing.

What is tested is the Taoist heart.

"Ask your heart?"

"My Taoist heart is as solid as a rock, what should I fear?"

Chen Yi's expression remained calm as he took a step forward. In the next second, all the monsters and ghosts were wiped out by his sword. He stared at the monk in yellow and said calmly:

"No regrets."

"Second question."

"Have you ever regretted not respecting gods and Buddhas, disrespecting heaven and earth?"

A sacred Buddhist charm filled the air between Chen Yi's brows, and he spoke calmly: "When my mind is pure, when will I not see the Tathagata? Where is my pure mind that is not the Western Heaven?"

"My thoughts are Buddhas, my thoughts are heaven and earth, why do I regret it!"

After taking the second step, the monk took a few steps back and his breathing gradually became heavier.

"Three questions, have you ever had any regrets about yourself after spending so much time in the world of mortals?!"

Chen Yi finally frowned and looked at his heart for the first time:

"regret…"

He suddenly laughed without warning, full of sarcasm and disdain:

"No regrets!"

What I regret is this world!

The way of heaven has sent down the world of mortals as a prison to trap all living beings. Only I can break through the dome of the sky and see the true path. I have done whatever I want in my life. Why do I regret it?

"puff!"

The monk spurted out a mouthful of essence and blood, bleeding from his seven orifices, and his breath was like a gossamer, but he still forced himself to stand still, made seals with his hands, and shouted loudly: "Then you dare to look at Guanyin!"

I saw a white rainbow flying across the sky, Buddha nature flowing in, and a bright Bodhisattva appearing behind the monk. He raised the sky with one hand and made a suppressive gesture towards Chen Yi with the other hand.

"The three realms are all suffering, and all sentient beings seek salvation, so why shouldn't I dare... to look at Guanyin!"

Chen Yi suddenly raised her head, a circle of faint golden light lingering in her eyes. Liuzhu spread her right palm, and the shadow of the golden lotus bloomed. Then, she uttered witty words and followed the rules:

"Everyone is very happy."

Both methods crash together.

The monk died of anger.

Chen Yi broke two bones and advanced to the world of killing mortals.

Spring passes and autumn comes.

Time passed, and as Chen Yi and Liuzhu traveled to more and more places, countless lives were saved from suffering because of them, and their reputations became more and more famous.

Some people call them reincarnations of Bodhisattvas, and some people call them living Buddhas.

This day.

Chen Yi received a paper crane letter, written by Ah Qing, and a feeling called nostalgia quickly spread in his heart. Chen Yi decided to end his travels early and go home.

…

Return to a familiar village.

Along the way.

Chen Yi imagined many scenarios of meeting his sister again after a long separation.

For example, Ah Qing would fall in love with a man he didn't know, and the two would hold hands and say hello to him.

For example, Ah Qing has suffered so much from lovesickness that she can hardly control herself when they meet him, so she hugs him tightly and pours out her heart to him.

Another example is that time has allowed them to go from being close and like glue to a relationship between gentlemen as light as water.

But I didn’t expect this method:

It rained heavily that day.

He opened the door, but Ah Qing did not come out to greet him. A bronze bow hung on the beam, and there were two bowls of white porridge and two stacks of beef with soy sauce on the table, just like the day he left.

It was windy and rainy outside the window, but the doors and windows were unlocked and creaking. The light rain was blown into the wooden house by the breeze. There was a pot of lily of the valley placed by the window sill, letting the rain beat.

The woman in the green skirt was lying on the bed, with gray hair on her temples.

She had her hair tied up and looked very good-looking, which meant that the girl was married. She did not eat the marrow-cleansing pill that Chen Yi gave her, but packed it in a small box and held it tightly in her arms.

She lay on a soft pillow and fell into a deep sleep. She seemed to have had a sweet dream, and she was smiling.

The young master who was born less than a hundred years ago but was able to conquer almost a third of the world, carefully drank the porridge on the table and called out with a smile in a very soft voice:

"Sister, I'm back."

She fell asleep and did not wake up.

He couldn't wake her up either.

…

At the end of that big dream.

She knew clearly that she had not woken up, or that she had died.

But I saw my little brother, who was so thin-faced even to ghosts and gods, and was so murderous, leaning alone on the edge of the bed, his lips moving slightly and unable to speak, he was very sad.

He erected a monument for her. In addition to her life, the epitaph also added a selfish message: "I will never return home when I look north. I feel lonely when building roads..."

For monks, having beautiful flowers, beautiful flowers, beautiful flowers and beautiful flowers is just a luxury wish.
Chapter completed!