Chapter 736: The Great Dao Realm (Grand Finale)

  The monk was taken aback, clearly not expecting Fang Li to be so perceptive. Nevertheless, he nodded and said: "The donor is indeed meticulous in his thinking. Very well, I will form a good relationship with you. Donor, what questions do you have? I will answer them sincerely."

  "Thank you, Master," Fang Li's heart skipped a beat with excitement, that kind of feeling growing stronger and stronger. Not daring to hesitate, he hastily asked: "Just now when I was cultivating the Wu Xiang Jue, a single illusory seed suddenly appeared in my Upper Dantian. What is this thing?"

  "This is the Bodhi tree species, it's the Dharma form of the donor. If it condenses into reality, it can take root and sprout, growing into a Bodhi tree dozens of feet tall. Externally, it can ward off enemies; internally, it can awaken the mind."

  As the monk's words fell, the Bodhi tree in front of Fang Li's eyebrows quivered slightly.

  Fang Li was shocked speechless, and unexpectedly, the seed in his mind turned out to be a Dharma form, which was a great divine power!

  "How can the master apply the power of this dharma?" Fang tried to connect with the Bodhi tree through his divine consciousness several times, but found that there was no reaction at all. His originally excited mood instantly cooled down.

  "The Dharma form is a great divine power, requiring sufficient Dharma power to operate. Although you obtained it under the coincidence of opportunities, your cultivation is too low and naturally cannot be used. Moreover, the Dharma form has just been born and has not yet grown up, so it's useless to rush." The ascetic monk shook his head with a faint smile.

  "I wonder how the Dharma form will grow up?" Fang Li continued to ask. He had a premonition that this Bodhi tree seedling that appeared between his eyebrows would accompany him for life and have extremely important significance for him.

  The ascetic monk suddenly closed his mouth and looked at Fang Li with piercing eyes, smiling: "Donor has great wisdom roots, and also has a predestined relationship with me. Are you willing to strictly observe the Buddhist door's precepts and enter my sect?"

  Fang Li was taken aback, his eyes wide with surprise, as he didn't expect the monk in front of him to want to take him on as a disciple. However, strictly adhering to the Buddhist precepts and rules seemed somewhat difficult, and besides, becoming a Buddhist monk wasn't what he wanted anyway. Even if it were Daoist cultivation, he wouldn't want to follow one path to the end. What he yearned for was the unique path of array cultivation!

  "Sorry, Master, my will is not in Nirvana." Fang Li shook his head gently and refused the ascetic monk.

  The ascetic monk hummed a soft "Amitabha" and sighed, saying: "What a pity, what a pity! This poor monk has traveled to many famous mountains and rivers, practicing asceticism for 136 years, until today I have the intention of accepting disciples. Would the young master not consider it again? This poor monk is Ming Wang Temple's Kusou Chan Master, who has reached the realm of Sharira, whose actual power is not below that of a Golden Elixir Daoist cultivator. If the young master enters my door, I will surely impart all my knowledge to him."

  Sheli Realm! Fang Li was shocked and speechless, and once again sized up the tattered monk in front of him. He couldn't connect this person with the Buddha's cultivation in Sheli Realm at all. Sheli Realm was equivalent to the Golden Elixir stage of Daoist cultivation, which was a whole major realm higher than the Taishang Elder's foundation-building stage.

  However, thinking of the mysteriousness of the formation method, Fang Li shook his head again: "The master's kindness is appreciated, but unfortunately the path I want to take is completely different from Buddhist cultivation, sorry."

  "Everything is as it should be, I have finally understood the true meaning of 'suffering'." Master Jieku sighed and shook his head, "After over a hundred years of ascetic practice on foot, only today did I truly comprehend the meaning of 'suffering'. It can be said that you, donor, have helped me achieve this understanding."

  Fang Li was stunned, but he didn't know what he meant by this, so he just smiled lightly and didn't say anything.

  "Never mind, all things in the world have their own destiny. I, a poor monk, cannot force it. However, today's emotional turmoil has given me an opportunity to break through. By cultivating good causes and reaping good results, there will be rewards. Abbot Kuxing's face returned to calmness, he made a Buddhist salute, turned around and headed into the deep mountains."

  Fang Li wanted to stop him and ask more about the Dharma, but thinking that he had refused others and still had the nerve to ask for teachings, it was not nice, so he gave up.

  But at this time, a voice of Xianghe, a Buddhist monk who practiced asceticism in the deep mountains, was heard.

  "The Buddhist method is to accumulate good deeds and virtues, and to adhere to one's original mind. As long as you remember these eight words, the Dharma will manifest naturally."

  The sound lingered in the mountains for a long time before gradually fading away.

  Fang Li, however, was solemn-faced and bowed in the direction of the departing monk. Accumulating good deeds and guarding one's original heart, though somewhat vague, still deserved to be repaid with gratitude.

  ……

  Time flies, today is the day when the Fang family holds their clan gathering.

  "Brother, today's clan gathering will surely have many attendees. If Father were aware of the afterlife, he would be delighted to see so many people watching his spirit tablet enter the ancestral hall." Fang Liu'er rubbed her reddened eyes and saw her brother off at the door with their mother.

  Fang Li's face was firm and he nodded heavily, "I will, Father will be very happy, this is his lifelong wish."

  Even to this day, Fang Li still remembers the words his father said to him when he was a child. At that time, his father was also a cultivator in the fifth realm of Qi Refining, and with a flourish, he held four-year-old Fang Li and said: "Li'er, you must remember, we are all members of the Fang family, one of the four major families of Yan City. This is the glory left to us by our ancestors, and we must defend it to the death."

  Unfortunately, the child is unfilial and has never truly understood this sentence. Even his sense of identity with the family is very weak.

  Fang Li let out a sigh, rubbed his slightly sour eyes, and didn't say another word. In his heart, only one thought remained: today, he must ensure that his father's spirit tablet enters the ancestral temple safely; this was what the clan owed him!

  "Li'er, neither I nor Liu'er are qualified to attend the family gathering. Your father's spirit tablet is now in your hands." Ye Xiang left two lines of clear tears and handed over a spirit tablet she was holding to Fang Li. The wooden spirit tablet looked new, and it was obvious that it had just been set up.

  Fang Li lowered his head and took a look, the spirit tablet had his father's name engraved on the front, while the back was engraved with his life story, among which the first few sentences were about his father's sacrifice for the family.

  Looking at the small words on the back, Fang Li was very unhappy in his heart. It's not worth sacrificing for such a family! If it weren't for the extraordinary circumstances ten years later and being valued by the Supreme Elder, who would have thought of you as a branch disciple? Who will be grateful for dedicating your life to the family? Even having to wait until ten years later to enter the ancestral temple. Haha, after all, this is still a world where strength is supreme.

  Fang Li felt like crying and laughing at the same time, but in the end, he let out a helpless sigh. He looked again at his mother and sister who had cried until they were tearful, Fang Li solemnly nodded, didn't say another word, and carried his father's spirit tablet towards the ancestral temple.

  The entrance of the ancestral hall is a very large venue, which facilitates the clan members to worship their ancestors. The Fang family also holds its clan meetings here.

  When Fang Li arrived at the scene, hundreds of people had already gathered in front of the temple gate. As he looked around, he found many familiar faces, including Fang Yanhu, who was as strong as an ox, Fang Kang, who was gently waving a paper fan, and Fang Qing, who had once fought with Fang Kang against him.

  Fang Yanhu carried a nine-ring broadsword on his back, with dense eyebrows and an air of killing intent that was thicker than it had been a month ago. He seemed to be getting impatient from waiting, so Fang Yanhu patted Fang Kang beside him and asked: "Brother Fang Kang, do you know why the clan meeting is being held this time?"

  Fang Kang wore a white robe and smiled lightly, saying: "You don't know, I naturally don't know either. However, it's said that this gathering was personally convened by the Supreme Elder, even the Clan Master may not be certain what it's about."

  "Taishang Elder? It's been hard to see him in the past few years, but he's appeared quite frequently during this period." Fang Yantao said with a cold face.

  "Listening to Yuye's tone, it seems that he has some reservations towards the Great Elder." Fang Kang glanced at him with a hint of amusement in his eyes.

  "I don't dare, I'm just stating a fact. I heard that Brother Fang Kang last time took the lead for my younger brother and even had a big fight with that little brat Fang Li. I haven't expressed my gratitude yet, which is impolite." Fang Yantao cupped his hands and said, referring to the incident a month ago when Fang Li killed Fang Linbao and Fang Kang and Fang Qing joined forces to try and subdue Fang Li.

  Fang Kang's face stiffened, and he smiled awkwardly, with a hint of annoyance flashing in his eyes. The last time was a stain on his life, and he had been intimidated by Fang Li's aura without even making a move, so naturally he didn't like others to mention it.

  It was Fang Qing who overheard Fang Yanhu's words, and immediately said angrily: "That little scoundrel Fang Li is really hateful. Not only did he kill the eldest son, but he also dared to humiliate me and my brother Fang Kang. He deserves to die! But why does the Supreme Elder insist on protecting him? It's really suffocating."

  "Shut your mouth, no one will take you for a mute." Fang Kang raised an eyebrow and glared at Fang Qing, who immediately shrank his neck and didn't dare to speak again.

  Fang Yan's face didn't look good either, Fang Linbao was his younger brother after all. He had been rushed into the mansion and killed, just thinking about it made him furious, he hated that he couldn't immediately find Fang Li to avenge him. However, the Supreme Elder intentionally protected him, but he didn't dare disobey.

  "Look, isn't that Fang Li? That little branch's descendant actually dares to attend the family gathering, how shameless." After being scolded by Fang Kang, Fang Qing walked away with a sullen face, but unexpectedly caught sight of Fang Li's figure and immediately let out a loud cry.

  Fang Kang and Fang Yanhu listened, and hurriedly looked in the direction that Fang Qing was pointing, and indeed saw a shabbily dressed young man walking slowly towards them, with something seemingly held in his arms.

  It is said that enemies meeting face to face are especially furious, at this time Fang Kang and the others only felt a fire of anger burning in their hearts, they could hardly wait to kill Fang Li immediately, to vent the hatred in their hearts.

  "Good luck!" Fang Yan Hu gritted his teeth, his eyes bulging like copper bells, staring fixedly at the approaching person.

  Fang Li seemed to have a premonition, looked up and also found Fang Yanhu and others, but at this time they had something on their minds and didn't want to pay attention, so they walked alone to a corner that no one noticed, leaned against a big tree, closed their eyes and meditated.

  Fang Li didn't want to reason with them, but Fang Yanhu and the others had no intention of letting him off easy. The three of them exchanged a glance, then immediately walked over.

  "Eh, older brother, take a look at what that little guy has in his hand. It's a spirit tablet! How can he carry this thing around everywhere? It's too disrespectful to the deceased." Fang Qing narrowed her eyes and was the first to notice what Fang Li had in his hand, and immediately began shouting in a strange and eerie tone.

  Fang Kang heard this and suddenly laughed, saying: "Younger brother, don't interfere in other people's business. Whether others respect the dead or not has nothing to do with you. This is their preference, what can you control?"

  Fang Kang appeared to be scolding Fang Qing, but in fact he was ridiculing Fang Li. The two of them burst out laughing, one after the other.

  With a slight movement of his eyelids, a cold and stern light flashed across, and he uttered only one word: "Scram!"

  The faces of Fang Kang and the other two changed, and the tone in which Fang Li spoke this word was full of disdain. The three men felt a nameless fire burning in their chests.

  "Looking for death!" Fang Yanhu had always hated Fang Li, and with this provocation, he immediately wanted to draw his sword.

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