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The abbot of Xuanfo Temple is a person of great wisdom, and it can be said that all the abbots throughout the temple's history have possessed such wisdom; otherwise, they would not have been qualified to lead Xuanfo Temple. The selection of the abbot has never been based on cultivation level or character; the primary criterion is wisdom.
No matter how high one's cultivation, if one cannot handle affairs effectively, the sect will ultimately face extinction. Likewise, even with good character, if one does not understand the subtleties of the world, they can be secretly manipulated by evil individuals, leading to the same fate for the sect. Only those with high wisdom can see through all matters and disregard all schemes; such individuals are essential for ensuring that Buddhism and Daoism endure.
The abbots of Xuanfo Temple have always been such individuals. He is also aware of the Four Great Monks robbing the disciples of Xuanfo Temple; he turns a blind eye to their actions, believing it to be a way of life rather than evil.
However, he is particularly strict about one thing: every disciple entering Xuanfo Temple must be approved by him before they can begin their training. He does not consider talent, Spiritual Roots, or cultivation level; he only looks at their affinity for Buddhism. This affinity arises from the heart, manifests in demeanor, and ultimately reflects in a person's character. If he feels positively about someone and believes they can be cultivated, they may enter. No major sect has a leader personally reviewing disciples; only the smallest sects operate this way.
Yet Xuanfo Temple is the foremost among all temples, not a minor sect. Some major sects even worry when they hear that one of their disciples has offended someone from Xuanfo Temple because they fear retribution from Datong. Datong Zen Master is an anomaly within the Buddhist Sect and can sometimes cause headaches for major sects, even instilling fear in them.
Among the disciples chosen by the abbot, there is always bound to be a prodigy or an eccentric talent. Such talents will always have top-notch masters to teach them; as long as there is this master-disciple relationship at Xuanfo Temple, it can remain eternal and indestructible. This has been true since ancient times.
These thousand disciples must be capable of studying peacefully or diligently practicing Body Refinement. If they cannot do either, they must possess something that allows them to stand independently in the world. Everyone at Xuanfo Temple must have their value; otherwise, if they come merely to serve as cannon fodder, they are not welcome. Although Xuanfo Temple is part of the Buddhist Sect, it does not accept pitiful individuals who themselves believe they are incapable; similarly, it does not accept useless people. Those who live off others are looked down upon by everyone in society, and the Buddhist Sect is no different.
The reason is simple: one can have nothing in this world but must possess some value.
Everyone has their purpose.
In life, there will come a day when one's value shines through.
Song Baliang was deeply moved by Zhao Yang's words. Although he was an elder brother in title, he felt inferior in terms of humanity and wisdom.
Finding the book he sought, Song Baliang sat down on a Meditation Cushion and read earnestly while reflecting on his gains and losses. He was unaware that since he forged the Demon-Subduing Staff, the disciples of Xuanfo Temple had begun to respect him greatly. He also did not know how many people had gathered outside the temple that night when his Dao Artifact was first completed. Unlike Haotian Secret Realm, which could isolate others' Divine Senses, such a significant event could not go unnoticed by major sects.
After various inquiries, members of other major sects learned one name—Song Baliang.
Due to the trials in Haotian Secret Realm, Xuanfo Temple sent only one person: Song Baliang.
Song Baliang had deceived and killed Azure Cloud Palace's most promising Holy Son at Foundation Establishment Stage and crippled You Xian Sect's Holy Son. He teamed up with a fool named Zhao Yang to close off the entrance to Haotian Secret Realm and forced Overlord Saint Child into retreat. It was rumored that Divine Serpent Saint Child had also been stabbed through the head by him, and even Falling Flower Valley's saintess—who was never dared to be provoked—had her sternum shattered.
Now they heard that Song Baliang was also a master craftsman at Xuanfo Temple. A master craftsman is not something just any sect can possess.
Only renowned Refining Sect would have such masters.
The person known as Song Baliang had likely forged a Dao Artifact. Judging by its grade, it stirred up winds and thunder, possibly a Supreme Dao Artifact, or even more.
Even Song Baliang himself was unaware of how many people were gathered beyond a hundred miles from Xuanfo Temple, no one daring to cross the threshold. Datong Zen Master’s Divine Sense extended over that area, and he boldly declared that those unafraid of death could come and try; he guaranteed that he would not destroy their sect and Disciples.
At the same time, he tossed out a token.
Upon seeing the token, those old fellows who had lived for hundreds of years quietly retreated. Countless people were puzzled, but no one offered an explanation.
Zhao Yang noticed that Song Baliang was engrossed in his reading, while some other disciples of Xuanfo Temple were also diligently studying the scriptures.
He circled around the Scripture Repository, observing the bright Night Pearls embedded in the walls like a thief looking around cautiously before stealthily prying one loose and slipping it into his pocket.
Zhao Yang made his way to the center of the Scripture Repository, found a Meditation Cushion, and sat down. He murmured, “There are quite a few books here; will my head explode from all this information?”
Closing his eyes, Zhao Yang embraced tranquility, his mind as calm as water. He activated his Divine Sense reading function, slowly expanding it outward from his center.
In the next moment, countless characters floated up from all directions of the Scripture Repository like swarms of bees, crowding together into a galaxy and drilling into Zhao Yang's mind. The disciples within the Scripture Repository remained completely unaware of this phenomenon.
As time passed, the galaxy hung upside down, overwhelming him. Zhao Yang absorbed more and more knowledge; the digestion of scriptures slowed until an endless Sea of Consciousness engulfed him. All the contents of the scriptures drilled into his mind. When Zhao Yang awoke, countless voices echoed in his ears, nearly driving him to madness.
He saw many things he should and shouldn’t have seen.
If someone had been beside Zhao Yang at that moment, they would have noticed countless characters flickering in his eyes while scenes of collapsing starry skies and shattering universes unfolded around him.
There was no one else nearby; the Scripture Repository was empty. It was now early morning. He had lost track of how long it took to read through all this content—tens of thousands of books covering astronomy and geography, secrets of Cultivation, Buddhist and Daoist texts, Cultivation techniques, mechanisms and formations, alchemy and artifact forging. Although he couldn’t fully comprehend these texts yet, he had memorized them all. He also learned about countless Cultivation techniques in the realm and extraordinary events related to remarkable individuals and legends about powerful figures.
When Song Baliang left, he hadn’t called for him because no one saw him suddenly vanish from the Scripture Repository.
The Scripture Repository of Xuanfo Temple was vast and profound; yet Zhao Yang had perused it all in one go, gaining knowledge about most things he needed to know in the Cultivation world.
Now, he had to do something; otherwise, he felt uneasy in his heart, sensing something was incomplete.
Zhao Yang stood up and walked out of the Scripture Repository, gazing at a streak of red clouds on the distant horizon before soaring into the sky.
"Are you going to other major sects?" A kind voice, aged with wisdom, echoed; it was the Abbot of Xuanfo Temple.
Zhao Yang stood still, nodding as he replied, "It's still not complete. I want to know everything."
The Abbot of Xuanfo Temple sighed and said, "Sometimes knowing too much is not necessarily a good thing; it only adds to one's worries."
"I can choose to forget temporarily until I reach the appropriate realm, but since I have the ability to know, I want to know," Zhao Yang stated firmly.
"Then go ahead, but be careful."
Zhao Yang hesitated for a moment, pondering deeply, yet he couldn't resist asking the secret that had been on his mind.
He had seen too many things in the Scripture Repository of Xuanfo Temple that ordinary cultivators could not touch. The Scripture Repository housed tens of thousands of volumes; an ordinary cultivator would spend a lifetime trying to read them all. However, having perused them in one sitting, he naturally had many questions—questions unrelated to cultivation or Enlightenment, but rather concerning his understanding of the world and his curiosity about many hidden truths.
Zhao Yang couldn't help but ask what everyone in the Buddhist Sect wanted to know.
"Who is that legendary existence of Xuanfo Temple, and who exactly is the founder of the Buddhist Sect?"
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