In Zhu Xian, people start to rise from plundering entries

Chapter 795 Lu Xueqi and Biyao

The Buddha nodded: "That is the light of the Buddha that purifies the world. It is not in the Buddhist scriptures, not in the temples, not in any 'treasure'. It is in everyone who lives with good intentions. That old woman never asked for anything in her life; she just kept giving—to her son, to the children in the village, to everyone who needed help. Her heart was as pure as snow, so when she died, her body naturally shone."

Su Han remained silent for a long time. He recalled his original purpose for coming to the Buddhist realm—to obtain a magical artifact to take back to the human world to fight against evil. He had thought that the Pure World Buddha Light was a talisman, a relic, or a magical implement, something that could be put into a box and taken away. But now he understood that the light was hidden in people's hearts.

“Buddha,” Su Han began, his voice hoarse, “how am I supposed to bring the Pure World Light back? I can’t possibly bring every single person from the human world to the Buddhist realm, can I?”

The Buddha smiled slightly: "You don't need to take it back. You just need to become that light yourself."

Su Han was stunned.

“You have passed three tests,” Buddha said. “Your good intentions are real, your wisdom is real, and your perseverance is real. But you are still missing one thing.”

"Please enlighten me, Buddha."

The Buddha struck the wooden fish once, a loud thud. This sound was louder than the previous ones, causing the ever-burning lamps in the main hall to sway.

"You must let go of something before you can pick up the light of the Buddha who purifies the world."

"Let go of what?"

"Let go of your obsession with 'getting'," Buddha said. "You came to the Buddhist realm to 'get' the Pure Light of Buddha. You climbed Mount Ling to 'get' the qualification to pass the test. You knelt before me to 'get' my gift. You have always wanted to 'get', but the Pure Light of Buddha is precisely something that 'cannot be obtained'. The more you want it, the further it gets from you."

Su Han's heart skipped a beat. He knew Buddha was right; he had indeed been acting with a purpose in mind every step of the way. He considered the outcome of everything he did, including extending a helping hand to the child in the illusion. Subconsciously, he was thinking, "Will this help me pass the test?" He thought he was doing good, but behind his good deeds lay a hidden expectation.

"Then what should I do?" Su Han asked. "I can't just do nothing and wait for the evil creatures to destroy the human world."

The Buddha rose from the lotus platform, descended, and walked to Su Han. He was half a head shorter than Su Han, but standing before him, Su Han felt as if he were facing a mountain. The Buddha reached out and placed his hand on Su Han's head, gently patting it as if bestowing a blessing upon a child.

“Go back,” the Buddha said, “go back to the human realm. Do not approach evil with a mind of ‘seeking,’ but with a mind of ‘protecting.’ When you stop thinking, ‘I will use the Buddha’s light to purify the world’ to destroy it, but instead think, ‘I will protect those people,’ the light within you will naturally shine.”

Su Han raised her head: "Is this your answer to me?"

"This is all I can give you." The Buddha withdrew his hand and sat down again on the lotus platform. "I cannot give you the purifying light of Buddha, but I can tell you where it is. It is in everyone you truly want to protect. When you love them, you are shining."

Su Han knelt there, his mind in turmoil. He had come expecting to return laden with a treasure, but now he was empty-handed, carrying only a seemingly meaningless principle. Strangely, however, he felt no disappointment. The golden light between the old woman's brows lingered in his mind; that light wasn't bestowed by anyone, but rather grew naturally from within her.

He recalled practicing swordsmanship on the back mountain of the Lingxiao Immortal Sect when he was a child. Once, he fell off a cliff and broke his leg. His master carried him up the mountain path all night to return to the sect, his master's robe soaked with sweat. He clung to his master's back and asked, "Master, why are you so good to me?" His master didn't even turn his head and said, "Because you are my disciple." His tone was as casual as if he were saying, "The weather is nice today." At the time, he took it for granted. Now, thinking back, there wasn't a single word in his master's words that implied, "I want you to repay me."

“I understand.” Su Han stood up and bowed deeply to Buddha. “Thank you for your guidance, Buddha. This disciple will take his leave now.” Buddha nodded and tapped the wooden fish: “Go. Pass through that door and you will return directly to the Western Heavenly Gate. Take care of yourself in the mortal realm.”

Su Han turned and walked towards the door of the main hall. He had only taken two steps when the Buddha's voice came from behind him: "Su Han."

He stopped and turned around.

The Buddha took something out of his sleeve—a string of Bodhi seed beads, eighteen beads, each gleaming with a warm, amber luster. He tossed it casually, and the string flew over, landing in Su Han's palm.

“This string of beads has been with me for three hundred years,” Buddha said. “It has no magical power; it’s just that I’ve been rubbing it every day, and it has absorbed a bit of my essence. Wear it as a memento. If you really don’t know how to ‘shine,’ touch this string of beads and think about the old woman you saw in the main hall today.”

Su Han looked down at the simple Bodhi seed bracelet in his hand and suddenly felt a lump in his throat. He slipped the bracelet onto his wrist; it was the perfect size, as if it had been tailor-made for him.

"Thank you, Buddha."

He pushed open the door to the main hall and stepped out.

A flash of white light, and Su Han found himself standing outside the Western Heavenly Gate. The three large characters "Western Heavenly Gate" were engraved on the lintel behind him, exactly the same as when he arrived. The guards at the gate were still there; seeing him emerge, they were slightly taken aback: "You...you actually went in? And you came back alive?"

Su Han smiled, clasped his hands in a fist and said, "Thank you for guarding the gate. Farewell."

The guard glanced at him, then suddenly exclaimed, "Huh? The aura around you... how come it's changed?"

Su Han looked down at himself. He was still wearing the same gray Taoist robe, and the same sword hanging at his waist. But the guard was right; he could feel a change within him. The power of chaos still flowed slowly in his dantian, and the righteous energy of heaven still lurked deep within his meridians, but something was different. It was an indescribable feeling, like waking up in the morning to find that it had snowed all night, and the whole world was both quiet and bright.

He raised his wrist and looked at the string of Bodhi seeds. The beads gleamed with a warm amber hue under the sunlight of the celestial realm.

“Probably,” Su Han raised his head and looked eastward—towards the human world—“that there is a little light in my heart.”

He leaped into the air, transforming into a streak of light, and flew towards the human world.

The journey back was much faster than the journey there. When Su Han crossed the border of the Immortal Realm, he encountered several patrolling disciples from the Lingxiao Immortal Sect. They were initially delighted to see him, but then their expressions turned worried.

"Senior Brother Su! You're back! The Sect Master told us to wait for you here, saying the situation in the mortal realm... isn't good." (End of Chapter)