Chapter 2211: 2210: The Daoist Heart of the Barefoot Monk, Ascetic Cultivation Method

Capítulo 2211: Chapter 2210: The Daoist Heart of the Barefoot Monk, Ascetic Cultivation Method

Xu Zimei put away the demon worm.

After all, no matter what, this demon worm would be of great use to his future.

He was powerful enough to feed it with endless demonic Qi, and it shouldn’t take long for the demon worm to awaken.

The reason the demon worm didn’t immediately awaken wasn’t because Xu Zimei wasn’t trying hard.

But rather, no matter how much demonic Qi Xu Zimei supplied, the demon worm’s absorption capacity was limited.

It had to consider its own adaptation situation and choose the absorption method that suited it.

So needing time was understandable.

Seeing Xu Zimei put away the demon worm, the Barefoot Monk smiled and said, “I have completed the task assigned by the Buddha Lord, so I’m not considered a useless person anymore.”

“You managed to keep the legacy of the Buddha Country unbroken; that’s a great merit,” Xu Zimei said.

“What do you plan to do in the future?”

“Have you thought about expanding the legacy of the Buddha Country?”

“Can you help me?” the Barefoot Monk asked.

“Come with me to the True Martial Holy Sect; there, you might find help,” Xu Zimei said.

The Barefoot Monk pondered for a moment.

He understood in his heart that the greatest enemy of the Buddha Country was the Holy Court.

As long as the Holy Court existed, it wouldn’t allow the Buddha Country to continue developing.

Just like the former Jade Mountain Buddha.

After finally allowing the Buddha Country some growth, it was still destroyed with a single palm.

The Holy Court made a move, years of effort vanished into thin air, turning into a mirage.

So deep inside the Barefoot Monk hated the Holy Court profoundly but couldn’t deny its power.

The Demon Race might have been strong before.

But in this era.

The Barefoot Monk hadn’t seen any other members of the Demon Race, nor had he heard any rumors about them.

He looked at Xu Zimei.

Naturally, he didn’t want Xu Zimei to repeat the same fate and end up like the Jade Mountain Buddha.

It seemed Xu Zimei understood the Barefoot Monk’s doubts.

Xu Zimei laughed, “Setting others aside, do you think fearing the Holy Court means they’ll spare you?”

“Instead of pretending to be insane here and struggling on the edge of survival, why not boldly and grandly undertake a great endeavor?”

“Just like the Buddha Country back then,” the Barefoot Monk muttered.

“The Buddha Country was weak, and it rose relying on the Demon Race; this is both an opportunity and a root of calamity.”

Xu Zimei said.

“Everything in the world is fair; there’s gain and loss.”

“Now, a new opportunity has emerged; whether you grasp it like your Buddha Country’s Ancestor is in your hands.”

Xu Zimei said so much, indeed out of nostalgia, considering the contribution in safeguarding the demon worm.

Currently, the Barefoot Monk indeed didn’t hold much value for Xu Zimei.

But everyone has their own purpose.

The Barefoot Monk needed a chance.

At least Xu Zimei saw the other party’s Daoist Heart.

The Buddha Country had no other people now; the Barefoot Monk could completely abandon it.

But he still chose alone to carry on the legacy of Cloud Interval Temple.

At least this perseverance and Daoist Heart surpass ninety percent of people.

People need to have faith.

And those with true faith can walk further on the path of cultivation.

Undoubtedly, the Barefoot Monk possesses his own faith.

If given a chance, he could become the staunchest missionary of Buddha Country’s doctrine.

Hearing Xu Zimei’s words, the Barefoot Monk took a deep breath.

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He decided to take a gamble himself.

It’s better to go out with a bang rather than dying silently.

“I promise,” the Barefoot Monk nodded, saying solemnly.

Xu Zimei wasn’t surprised by the other party’s response.

He took out the other half of the Third-Eye Demon Monarch’s Divine Soul, letting the Barefoot Monk see.

To see if he could find a way to convert the resentment within.

Initially, seeing the Divine Soul, the Barefoot Monk didn’t care much.

But looking more closely now, even the Barefoot Monk was startled.

He said, “This… such deep resentment, how many people were killed.”

“The Holy Court once used the entire Catastrophe Demon Domain as a sacrifice, attempting to slaughter everyone in a domain.”

Xu Zimei said, “The situation within is somewhat complex, and because of the resentment, this Divine Soul becomes what it is now.”

“To be honest, if not for this matter, I wouldn’t have learned about Buddha Country.”

“We can only say that some coincidences lead to the best result.”

If not for this matter, how could Xu Zimei obtain the demon worm?

Since the end of the Demon’s Advent Era, countless years have passed until now.

Many things back then have vanished into the annals of time.

Therefore, Xu Zimei never sought or expected anything from previous Demon Race scraps.

But getting one or two items, he wouldn’t mind.

Especially those items significantly beneficial to himself.

At this moment, looking at the Divine Soul filled with resentment, the Barefoot Monk’s furrowed brows hardly relaxed.

“What, is it very difficult?” Xu Zimei asked.

“Principally, it’s not difficult, but my cultivation isn’t high, so I’m afraid it will be challenging,” the Barefoot Monk honestly said.

After all, if Jade Mountain Buddha or other Buddha Lords were alive, then it certainly wouldn’t be difficult.

But with only himself, he knows his abilities.

So he dares not make rash conclusions.

“Is the way of transformation in Buddha Country easy to practice?” Xu Zimei asked.

He planned to practice the way of transformation himself.

Some things must rely on oneself.

Hearing Xu Zimei’s words, the Barefoot Monk first gave a bitter smile.

Then replied, “With your aptitude, I have no doubt that regardless of any method, you could easily succeed in practicing it.

However, the method of Buddha Country is somewhat special; I don’t know if you’ve understood it.”

“What’s special about it?” Xu Zimei asked.

“The so-called transformation isn’t a method in itself; it’s the Buddhist Law we practice.”

“Buddha Law doesn’t rely on comprehension nor discriminates by fate; anyone can practice.”

“This is our Buddha Country’s practice.”

“Doesn’t it sound particularly easy, with no entry barriers, but practicing Buddha Law requires a precondition.”

“We practice the method of ascetic cultivation.”

“Every day, you must travel a thousand miles, chant the law ten thousand times, day by day, year by year.”

“The Buddha Law deepens with time, and if a day goes without chanting, previous efforts completely annihilate.”

“And if done daily, the Buddha Law deepens and multiplies exponentially.”

“Hearing this, you should understand, practicing our method of ascetic cultivation requires perseverance and accumulation over time.”

For this kind of law, it’s the first time Xu Zimei heard of it.

But he also wouldn’t doubt the truthfulness of the Barefoot Monk’s words.

He slightly furrowed his brow.

If that’s the case, then it could be quite troublesome.

“Actually, there’s another method.”