Huikong felt that the Buddhist mind that he had practiced for more than 20 years was cracked at this moment.
That's not a metaphor.
His soul truly felt a tearing pain, as if he had been hit head-on by an invisible mountain, his sea of consciousness was churning, and his energy and blood were surging.
He looked at the eighteen Buddhist beads scattered on the ground. Each one had been played with by him day and night. They were as gentle as jade, but at this moment they seemed to be laughing at his overestimation of his abilities.
One month.
Just one month.
In the Blood-Colored Secret Realm, although this person is strong and can break his golden body with one punch, he is still within the understandable category of "Mystic Realm".
But now.
Earth Realm!
That heavy will from bottom to top, connected to the endless earth, was arrogant, domineering, and without any reason, it directly crushed his temptation into powder.
This is no ordinary breakthrough.
Huikong I was lucky enough to see an uncle break through the Earth Realm. Although the aura was thick and heavy, it was like a steadily rising mountain, with traces to follow.
And Su Yu feels to him like an abyss that has been silent for eternity. The moment you drop the stone, it comes alive and tells you that the earth under your feet, together with the sky, are all part of it.
"You..."
Huikong's Adam's apple rolled, and he struggled to spit out the word that changed everything.
"Breaking through?"
Su Yu's eyes moved away from his pale face and fell towards the stone steps leading to the top of the mountain, as if calculating how many steps it took to get there.
He just nodded lightly.
A nod.
There was no explanation, no showing off, it was as calm as saying "I just had breakfast."
This calmness, more than any arrogant words, makes Huikong feel a kind of powerlessness from the soul.
He has practiced hard for more than 20 years and is known as Xuankong Temple a genius not seen in a hundred years. Buddhism and martial arts have advanced hand in hand, and his foundation is far stronger than that of his peers.
He firmly believes that his own path is the most stable and correct.
But reality gave him a loud slap in the face.
In the face of real "outliers", the so-called step-by-step approach and the so-called steady approach are nothing but a joke.
It turns out that Li Xi, Zhao Chengkong and I are no longer opponents that he needs to face up to.
Huikong A flash of enlightenment flashed in his heart, followed by deeper bitterness.
He leaned down and picked up the scattered beads one by one. This action calmed down his churning blood a little.
When he stood up straight again, the shock on his face had faded, leaving only a complicated and helpless calm.
"Donor Su, please come with me."
He turned around and led the way, his voice regained its composure, with just a hint of unnoticeable hoarseness.
"Dharma Discussion Competition's venue is in the back mountain Prajna Platform."
Su Yu followed up, one after the other, walking on the mountain path paved with bluestone slabs.
Along the way, hurried monks kept passing by. Each one had a calm aura and sharp eyes. When he saw Huikong, he would join his hands and salute, but when he looked at Su Yu, his eyes were full of scrutiny and unkindness.
Su Yu turned a blind eye.
"The rules have changed." Huikong seemed to be talking to himself or explaining to Su Yu.
"The 'Bodhi Seed' presented by Master Wang Du is too tempting for my Buddhist disciples."
"It can help people overcome inner demons, stabilize the Buddha's heart, and has an incredible effect on reaching higher realms."
"So, after discussions between the abbot and the elders, the rules of Dharma Discussion Competition have been changed this time."
Huikong paused, glanced sideways at Su Yu, and pulled out a smile that was uglier than crying.
"Originally, the upper age limit for Dabi was thirty years old."
"Now, it has been changed to forty years old."
Su Yu's steps did not change at all, and his eyes remained calm.
Huikong continued.
"Forty years old... This means that many masters and uncles who have stopped participating in the competition, and even some strong men who have become elders, will end up."
"For example, my last senior brother, Brother Huiwu, he was already Mystic Realm Ninth Level Peak ten years ago. He only wanted to polish his Zen mind, but he has not broken through. Now he is thirty-five, and his combat power is unfathomable."
"There is also Discipline Hall's deacon elder, Huifa's uncle. He is just thirty-nine this year. He has already mastered "Great Skanda Vajra" and is a strong master of Earth Realm Third Layer."
Every time he said a name, his expression darkened.
In the past, Dharma Discussion Competition, he was the well-deserved protagonist and the focus of all his peers.
As long as he performs normally, the leader is almost within his grasp.
But now, he has changed from the protagonist to the audience.
In fact, maybe even the opportunity to go on stage and go through the motions seems a bit embarrassing.
"Donor Su, you should understand now what you have to face if you want to get "Acala Body"." Huikong finally concluded.
What he has to face is no longer the genius of the younger generation Qing Province, but the true elite of a top sect, caught under the bait of Bodhi Seed, two generations hidden under the water.
Among them, there are many genuine Earth Realm strong ones.
This is no longer a competition, but a veritable dragon's pool and tiger's den.
"Hmm."
Su Yu's response is still only one word.
Huikong is completely speechless.
What else could he say?
Remind the other person to be careful?
Looking at Su Yu's appearance, it seems that what he is about to face is not a group of hungry wolves, but a circle of sheep.
Advise him to give up?
Demon Suppression Envoy personally stepped forward to pave the road. How can you just give up?
That's all, I just need to fulfill my responsibility as a guide.
Huikong gathered his thoughts, stopped talking, and silently quickened his pace.
Passing through a quiet bamboo forest, the front suddenly opened up.
A huge white jade platform is suspended between two peaks. The platform is connected by chains, and below is a bottomless sea of clouds.
This is Prajna Platform.
At this moment, the peaks around Prajna Platform were already filled with onlookers, and the crowds were buzzing.
On the huge white jade platform, there were already dozens of figures sitting cross-legged, lined up on both sides.
They may be old or young, but without exception, they all exude a strong aura.
Among them, the auras of the people near the front were as deep as the sea. Just sitting there quietly caused the surrounding space to be distorted.
Earth Realm!
And there's more than one!
When Huikong and Su Yu stepped onto the cable bridge connecting the platform, all the eyes on the platform focused instantly.
Coldness, scrutiny, hostility, mixed with unabashed rejection.
An outsider, a hawk dog of the Demon Suppression Bureau, also wants to get involved in Xuankong Temple's secret knowledge of the temple?
"Junior brother Huikong, you are here."
A gentle voice sounded, and a young monk whose face was similar to Huikong, but whose temperament was more calm stood up and came over.
It was exactly what Huikong mentioned, the leader of the previous session, Huiwu.
He glanced at Su Yu, the Buddha's light flashed in his eyes, and then his brows furrowed imperceptibly.
Can't see through.
This person is like a deep well that is covered with black cloth and has no bottom.
"This must be Donor Su recommended by Lord Wang Du." Huiwu clasped his hands together and said in a neither humble nor arrogant tone, "How old is Donor Su, poor monk Huiwu?"
"Almsgiver Su is a guest from afar, but the monk is ruthless. If we meet on stage, the poor monk will not show mercy."
Be polite first and then fight, and hide the needle in the cotton.