Martial Arts Domination: Start with the Dragon Elephant Prajna Technique
Chapter 630 - 453 New Merit Technique: Enlightenment Seeking Essence!_2

Chapter 630: Chapter 453 New Merit Technique: Enlightenment Seeking Essence!_2

Thump! Thump! Thump!

Clear knocking sounds flooded into his ears, followed by a glimmer of light, and then as if a giant beast opened its mouth, rapidly engulfing Qin Zheng’s vision.

When his vision cleared again, he found himself inside a monastery.

An old monk with white hair and a gaunt, yellow face was kneeling before a Buddha statue, continuously striking a wooden fish.

The knocking sounds Qin Zheng had heard were from the wooden fish.

Qin Zheng was not unfamiliar with this situation; he had previously been pulled into various Illusion Realms when refining objects.

Here, he had no physical body, merely an observer’s perspective, unable to interfere with anything happening within the Illusion Realm.

Thus, to comprehend the Tao of the Buddhist Sect’s Primordial Chaos, one needs to trigger enlightenment from the scenes that are about to unfold.

Qin Zheng was well-versed in this.

"Master."

At this moment, a little Sha Mi, around eight years old carrying a small basket, ran into the temple and approached the old monk.

"Look what I found!"

The little Sha Mi’s childish voice was filled with joy.

He placed his small basket down and showed the old monk its contents.

Qin Zheng looked over and saw that the basket contained a few sparse leaves and weeds.

"With these boiled, we can fill our stomachs tonight again."

The little Sha Mi’s face was brimming with smiles.

The old monk stopped striking the wooden fish, using his hands for support, turned to look at the Sha Mi, and warmly said, "Dingxin, you have worked hard."

Only then did Qin Zheng notice that the old monk’s legs were disabled, twisted and immovable.

Combining this with the current scene, it was clear they were in a mundane world facing a famine disaster.

That member of the Buddhist Sect’s Primordial Chaos had lived through such trials before embarking on Cultivation.

Qin Zheng felt a hint of surprise, then his gaze swept over the monk and the apprentice within the temple.

It was uncertain which of the two was the Primordial.

He then scanned the surroundings, noting the temple was somewhat rundown with visible repairs everywhere.

Besides the old monk and the Sha Mi, there were a few other figures inside the temple.

They were dressed like ordinary folk, not monks of the temple, each also looking gaunt and lacking the strength to move, merely lying within the temple.

"Water..."

Suddenly, one person weakly spoke.

The voice was faint as a mosquito.

But the Sha Mi had good hearing, and quickly reacted, rushing to a water container in a corner of the temple, scooping up a bowl of water, and bringing it to the weakly speaking person.

"Brother Hu, drink slowly, hold on, I will go make dinner now."

The Sha Mi spoke softly.

The weak person gently nodded, then with the Sha Mi’s help, sipped a few mouthfuls of water.

After drinking, his spirit seemed somewhat revived, so he propped himself up against the temple wall.

"Thank you, little master Dingxin!"

"If we can survive this calamity, we will definitely repair this temple for you and spread your good name."

Brother Hu spoke weakly as he panted.

Perhaps because he was called "little master," the Sha Mi’s eyes curved into crescents with a smile.

"Monks should be like this, Brother Hu, wait a moment, I am going to cook now."

The Sha Mi bowed and then quickly picked up his small basket, leaving the temple for the kitchen.

In this Sha Mi, there seemed to be an absence of the despair brought by the disaster; instead, he was full of vitality.

Yet Brother Hu, watching the Sha Mi leave, had a momentary flicker of murky longing in his eyes but soon recovered.

In times of famine, people pushed to the extreme are capable of anything.

Watching this scene, Qin Zheng’s eyes turned back to the young monk, and he suddenly understood something.

"Water..."

Soon, a few other figures, lying on the ground, spoke weakly.

After a few flickers of his gaze, Brother Hu gave a barely noticeable sigh, then laboriously got up to fetch water for them.

After doing so, he leaned back against the wall, breathing heavily.

As if these simple acts had drained almost all his energy, the murkiness in his eyes grew more pronounced.

Time flowed on.

The "dinner" the Sha Mi spoke of, just boiling water with the collected leaves and weeds, was shared among the seven in the temple besides the old and young monks, five burly men.

Sharing such meager sustenance among seven, it was less a meal to satisfy hunger and more like merely clinging to life.

After eating, the five men seemed to regain some strength, each paying their respects to the Buddha statue before gathering in a corner of the temple to rest.

The old monk continued chanting scriptures silently.

The Sha Mi knelt beside the old monk, mimicking him, lips moving silently reciting scriptures he learned from somewhere.

And so time continued to pass.

Day after day.

Every day, the scenes were exactly the same.

But the leaves and weeds the Sha Mi brought from outside grew less and less each day.

The breaths of the five men grew fainter and fainter, and increasingly... dangerous!

On this day.

As the sun dipped behind the mountain and the sky gradually darkened, the young monk only then came despondently into the temple.

"Master..."

His little face was streaked with tear marks.

And in his small basket, it was completely empty, not a single leaf nor a weed to be found.

The old monk appeared increasingly gaunt, but his tense expression gradually softened upon seeing the Sha Mi.

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