This Sword Cultivator is Somewhat Dependable-Chapter 500 - 23: Three Bowls of Chicken Soup_2

Chapter 500: Chapter 23: Three Bowls of Chicken Soup_2

A warm current followed the ‘chicken soup’ down his throat and instantaneously spread throughout his body.

Lu Qingshan felt his Qi-Blood surge within him like an erupting volcano, rising and burning fiercely.

Upon introspection, he discovered faint golden light entwining around the meridians inside his body, and within his flowing blood, there was a subtle hint of gold.

This bowl of ‘chicken soup’ greatly benefited his meridians and Qi-Blood.

“Benefactor Lu, take a moment to rest; you may then visit the Mahavira Hall where Abbot Father wishes to see you,” Jue Zhen instructed before tactfully excusing himself.

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Lu Qingshan contemplated thoughtfully.

After Jue Zhen left the chamber, Qin Yitian, as if understanding Lu Qingshan’s unspoken thoughts, voluntarily explained the events that followed in Gourd Valley that day.

“That day, Young Master, you intimidated and repelled the horde of Sand Wolf Demons, but when you fainted from the backlash of your Qi, it was then that little Master Jue Zhen fortuitously arrived.”

“The little Master said your Qi was like a breached flood, following the path of your Slaughter Intent and leaking incessantly. Without proper regulation and adjustment, it wouldn’t take long for your vitality to be completely drained.

Since the Young Master risked his life to save the ‘Sheep’ tribe, displaying the courage of Buddha in selfless act of goodness, it made for good karma. Hence, he brought you back to Chicken Soup Temple.

The venerable Chicken Soup Temple Abbot learned of your deeds, and used three bowls of ‘chicken soup’ to regulate the Qi within your body.”

Qin Yitian stood gracefully, continuing, “Although the Sand Wolf Demons were temporarily subdued by you, after some time passes and they come to their senses, there’s no guarantee they wouldn’t strike again.

Without the Young Master’s presence, the ‘Sheep’ tribe would likely face annihilation. Little Master Jue Zhen said that this is the Young Master’s good karma; to ignore it would be contrary to the Buddha’s heart.

Thus, after returning to the temple, little Master Jue Zhen requested the high monks use the Buddha’s light to lead all the people of the ‘Sheep’ tribe to the Western Sand Plateau, settling them a hundred li west of Chicken Soup Temple. So, Young Master, please do set your mind at ease.”

Lu Qingshan nodded slightly, his heart filled with indescribable emotions.

After consuming this last bowl of ‘chicken soup’, the Qi in his body became as continuous as the waves of wind and tide, wave after wave, an unending surge, and his physical condition had already returned to its best.

He slowly stood up, “This time, I owe a great debt of gratitude to Abbot Master and little Master Jue Zhen. I shall go meet the Abbot Master first.”

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Qin Yitian guided Lu Qingshan to the Chicken Soup Temple’s Mahavira Hall.

Having benefited from three bowls of Chicken Soup Temple’s soup, it was naturally time to express his profound gratitude in person.

Inside the Mahavira Hall was solemn and imposing.

An old monk seated within was the Abbot of Chicken Soup Temple, the Chicken Soup Saint Monk.

It was surprising that an illustrious Eighth Realm Saint Monk would personally meet him, a former Nascent Soul Cultivator whose cultivation was entirely lost.

This honor made Lu Qingshan feel somewhat overwhelmed.

“Sword Sect’s Lu Qingshan pays his respects to the venerable monk,” Lu Qingshan entered the Mahavira Hall and bowed deeply to the old monk, with utmost sincerity.

A robust Buddhist aura had enveloped him since he stepped through the doorways, as if it were tangible.

Under the envelopment of this aura, Lu Qingshan felt as though he could hear Bodhisattvas whispering sutras in his ears, Buddha radiating enlightening light, and Arhats admonishing him, warning that his Slaughter Intent was too intense and urging him to lay down his butcher’s knife and immediately attain Buddhahood.

Of course, this was not the Chicken Soup Saint Monk targeting him or trying to intimidate him.

It was merely that, over ten thousand years, countless high monks had chanted Buddhist texts, comprehended the Tao, and achieved Dao in this Mahavira Hall, resulting in a pervasive Buddhist influence that lingered and couldn’t be easily dispelled.

This Buddhist influence bore no malice.

But with ten thousand years of refining, it was potent in its own right, and an ordinary person entering this domain could easily become trapped within a Buddhist barrier.

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Yet Lu Qingshan remained tranquil as ever, as unfazed as a gentle breeze or drifting clouds.

The old monk observed Lu Qingshan.

He was keenly aware that Lu Qingshan had completely lost his cultivation and naturally couldn’t utilize Spiritual Power to resist this powerful Buddhist influence.

Those who believed in Buddhism would not reject this influence, just as fish take to water, a natural blending.

But the sword cultivator before me has achieved perfection in the Slaughter Sword Intent, and the determination of a sword cultivator’s heart is beyond doubt; it is clear that they could not possibly abandon their Sword Dao principles to take refuge in Buddhism.

Excluding both possibilities, how can Lu Qingshan act so leisurely and freely under the overwhelming Buddhist influence?

The old monk brought his palms together and looked on with compassionate eyes, as the sound of Buddha’s teachings surrounded him, “Benefactor, you are a person with wise roots, well done, well done.”

Coming from the mouth of an Eighth Realm holy monk, this was an extraordinary commendation indeed.

Yet Lu Qingshan remained indifferent.

This truly wasn’t anything special.

Many cultivators in the world, while firm in their own Cultivation hearts, often veer toward extremism, regarding all other paths as heretical; their rejection is quite strong and full of hostility.

Therefore, non-Buddhist visitors to the Mahavira Hall, under the overwhelming Buddhist aura, would naturally experience some repulsive reactions.

But Lu Qingshan was different.

Because his soul came from a greatly tolerant and magnificent country, from an open era.

Under the influence of that environment, he had his own persistence and beliefs, but he did not reject other faiths.

Even if he did not agree with other beliefs, he would maintain his respect.

This was the tolerance bestowed upon him by the era.

It is grand when a hundred flowers bloom.

Because of this tolerant heart, he could harmonize with the Buddhist aura as comfortably as a fish swims in water.

“Thank you, Abbot, for the three bowls of ‘chicken soup,'” Lu Qingshan thanked him again.

“No need for formalities, Benefactor. By knowingly engaging in actions that are considered impossible, it is clear that you possess true character and roots,” the old monk said gently and with kindness in his eyes. “Benefactor Lu, although you possess a Buddhist nature and wise roots and are not from the Buddhist Sect, you still have the light of Buddha. Teaching you to accumulate energy is trivial.”

The old monk did not take credit for his deeds.

Lu Qingshan, however, disregarded all caution and bowed deeply once more.

The old monk did not dodge but openly received Lu Qingshan’s bow.

After Lu Qingshan stood up, the Chicken Soup Temple’s holy monk asked, “I observe that Benefactor seems to have completely lost his Cultivation foundation. May I ask why that is?”

Lu Qingshan was not secretive, “I cut it down myself.”

“Then what is this all about?” The old monk was not surprised either, and with a chuckle, he inquired.

“In the early years of Cultivation, during the Qi Refinement to essence transformation, I failed to realize that a high-rise begins from the ground, and my foundation had flaws; now it is only a matter of mending the fold after the sheep are lost.”

“Benefactor Lu truly is a person of great courage,” the old monk praised once again.

“The Master is too kind,” Lu Qingshan said self-deprecatingly, “If it had been discovered later, I might not have had the heart to cut it down.”

The old monk smiled and said, “Seeing that Benefactor has great wisdom and courage, and a heart like Buddha’s, I wish to form another Buddhist connection with you. Would you be willing, Benefactor?”

For the first time, Lu Qingshan became solemn and clasped his fists, “It would be a fortune I hardly dare to ask for; I request the holy monk to bestow his teachings.”

The Chicken Soup Temple’s holy monk had a gentle gaze and said slowly, “Do you know the origin of the name ‘Dragon Elephant Temple’?”

“To aspire to be a Buddha’s dragon elephant, one must first be the horse and ox of all beings. It should come from this Buddhist verse,” Lu Qingshan replied.

The old monk nodded in agreement, “Precisely so. Before becoming enlightened in Buddha’s path, one must experience the suffering of karma.

Therefore, our Buddhist Sect’s Cultivation Technique is known for its solid foundation and bright prospects, despite the slow progress.

The path of Cultivation starts with cultivating oneself, and our Buddhist Sect’s Cultivation Technique is particularly compatible with Body Cultivation, subtly encompassing the concept of self-cultivation.

With both being combined, thus it is recognized among the various Sects that, although there are many Qi Refining Chapter Taoist Level Cultivation Techniques, our Dragon Elephant Temple’s Qi Refinement Technique is acknowledged as the first among all Taoist techniques.”

Lu Qingshan’s heart stirred, sensing the underlying meaning in the Chicken Soup Temple’s holy monk’s words.