Han Feng piloted the treasure ship and soon returned to the border of the Eastern Xuan Continent.
"Master, let me down here."
"Here?"
Han Feng asked.
"Mm, I have to leave sooner or later."
Lin Xian'er said.
Han Feng was silent for a moment, then nodded.
He steadied the treasure ship and opened the shield.
Lin Xian'er spread her Dou Qi wings and lightly jumped off the treasure ship.
"Master, I'm leaving!"
Han Feng lowered his eyes.
"Mm."
Lin Xian'er waved to Han Feng, then turned around and fled into the distance.
She didn't dare to stay too long, fearing that she would lose her courage.
Han Feng watched Lin Xian'er's receding figure, reluctant to part.
But no matter how reluctant he was, they had to separate.
Lin Xian'er had developed special feelings for him.
Han Feng had to let her leave him, letting time and experience wash away the ambiguity between master and disciple.
With a long sigh, Han Feng closed his eyes.
When he opened them again, a trace of determination flashed in his eyes as he headed towards the Buddhist Sect's territory on the Eastern Xuan Continent.
Since he was alone this time, Han Feng put away the treasure ship and flew at full speed.
It took only two days to reach the center of the Buddhist Sect's territory.
He arrived in the city. Although this was the Buddhist Sect's territory, he did not see a large number of monks. Instead, it was like an ordinary town. People were busy with their own affairs, talking and interacting, and the atmosphere was peaceful and harmonious.
Han Feng strolled through the city and walked for a long time before finally seeing a few monks in robes, who were currently cultivating the land in the fields.
He continued deeper and saw a quaint and elegant temple next to a large mountain in the city.
On the top of the mountain, spatial power surged, and there seemed to be another world inside.
This was where Elder Shi Yuan grew up, the Buddhist Sect of the Eastern Land.
Han Feng stepped forward, and two monks greeted him.
"Benefactor, are you here to worship Buddha?"
Han Feng said to the two monks, "I want to see the Buddha Venerable. I wonder if I can get my wish today?"
"Buddha Venerable!"
The two monks looked at each other and asked, "Does Benefactor have important business with the Buddha Venerable?"
"It's not an important matter, just that a Buddhist disciple once passed away outside and condensed into a sarira. I want to send him back."
"Sarira!"
The two monks were shocked.
Only Buddhist Dou Ancestor experts could condense a sarira.
"This matter is of great importance. Please follow me, Benefactor."
Involving a Buddhist Dou Ancestor, this matter was not something these two gatekeeping monks could decide.
Han Feng followed the two into the temple. After going straight up to the top of the mountain, a spatial barrier appeared in front of the three.
"Benefactor, this is a Buddhist holy land. Please do not make noise after entering."
Han Feng nodded.
Spatial ripples flickered, and the next instant, the three arrived at another Buddhist pure land.
The difference between the two worlds was like heaven and earth. The energy of heaven and earth in the Buddhist pure land was almost five times that of the outside world.
Han Feng felt the profound Buddhist aura in the Buddhist pure land and felt slightly solemn in his heart.
Under the induction of the Fallen Heart Flame, this place was awe-inspiringly righteous, far incomparable to those ordinary temples outside.
If someone with ill intentions entered this place, they would probably be deterred into their original form by the rich Buddhist aura on the spot.
Walking inside, the melodious sound of Buddha echoed, making one's heart feel clear immediately upon hearing it.
Han Feng was taken to an empty and spacious hall, inside which was placed a huge golden Buddha statue. Under the golden Buddha statue, a large paragraph of strange text was written.
"Benefactor, please wait here for a moment. The Abbot will be here soon."
The two monks bowed slightly to Han Feng, then left.
Han Feng stood in the hall and looked around.
He saw that large paragraph of strange text, and his gaze focused.
Is this Sanskrit?
Elder Shi Yuan had once taught him a mantra called the Brahma Mantra, which used Sanskrit.
Later, by chance, Han Feng comprehended the Profound Meaning of the Fallen Heart Flame—Fallen Brahma Heart through Sanskrit.
Although this language did not play a big role in daily life, it gave Han Feng considerable benefits.
He walked to the Buddha statue and began to decipher it.
"Bodhi..."
It took a few minutes for Han Feng to read the entire text.
"Bodhi Sutra!"
Is this actually a cultivation technique?
Han Feng was greatly shocked.
Based on his understanding and judgment, the grade of this "Bodhi Sutra" was definitely not lower than the Heaven Rank.
But why would this Heaven Rank cultivation technique be placed so easily in the main hall for everyone to observe?
At this time, a gentle voice came from behind.
"Benefactor, did you see the words above?"
A monk wearing a kasaya walked into the hall.
Han Feng looked back and saw that the comer was a handsome monk. The aura around him was calm, and no specific ripples could be seen.
Is he the Buddha Venerate?
A trace of surprise appeared in Han Feng's eyes.
"This poor monk is Li Xunxin. Greetings, Benefactor Han."
"You know who I am?"
Han Feng didn't remember revealing his name.
"When I saw the benefactor, this poor monk had the answer."
Li Xunxin smiled faintly and walked to Han Feng's side.
"Just like this 'Bodhi Sutra', there are very few people in the world who can see it."
Han Feng's heart shivered.
Although the person in front of him had a lower cultivation base than himself, not to mention strength, in front of him, he always had the feeling of being seen through.
Does he also have an ability similar to "Fallen Brahma Heart"?
"Benefactor's doubts are actually all in this 'Bodhi Sutra'. This poor monk comprehended the 'Clear Heart Bodhi' within it, and only then could I see into one's true nature."
Han Feng was silent for a moment, then said, "The Buddha Venerate has vast divine powers. Han admires you."
He took out Shi Yuan's sarira and gave it to the other party.
"This is Elder Shi Yuan's sarira. Today it returns to its original owner."
After Li Xunxin took it, he chanted a Buddhist name.
"Amitabha."
"Although Shi Yuan was trapped by the mortal world, he was fortunate to meet Benefactor Han, allowing him to find someone to entrust before he died."
"This poor monk thanks you here."
Han Feng was a little puzzled: "The Buddha Venerate has always known news of Elder Shi Yuan?"
Li Xunxin shook his head, then nodded.
"It was this sarira that told me the answer. Shi Yuan was moved by worldly desires, moved by... true feelings."
"True feelings?"
"It should be romantic love."
Li Xunxin said.
He sighed.
"Shi Yuan once came to the Buddhist Sect to find me, but he was determined to leave. Since he was bent on leaving, I did not stop him."
"So, Elder Shi Yuan knew he had violated the Buddhist precepts, so he was unwilling to return to the Buddhist Sect."
Li Xunxin smiled slightly.
"Precepts?"
"What he violated was just the vow he made in front of the Buddha back then."
"But asking his own heart, whether he really violated it, is he not clear himself?"
Han Feng was thoughtful.
"Benefactor Han, since the item has been delivered, this 'Bodhi Sutra' will serve as a return gift from the Buddhist Sect. Benefactor Han can cultivate it at will."
After Li Xunxin finished speaking, he strode out.
"Buddha Venerate!"
Han Feng suddenly stopped him.
"I have a question."
Li Xunxin stopped.
"Can't one's own heart be wrong?"
Li Xunxin was silent for a moment, then turned to look at Han Feng.
"Benefactor Han has sky-reaching cultivation, a heart of great righteousness, and eyes for the common people of the world. This poor monk cannot give you an answer, only a word of advice."
"Please speak, Buddha Venerate."
Li Xunxin bowed slightly and made a Buddhist gesture.
"Those who enter the world are destined to seek the self fruitlessly."