landbeastnovel Chapter 72 A top-tier spiritual treasure from the Three Realms was burned into a kerosene lamp by Lu
Chapter 72 A top-tier spiritual treasure from the Three Realms was burned into a kerosene lamp by Lu
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He had just casually traced a wooden stick along the edge of the table, and by leveraging the system's absolute rules, he managed to conjure up a wisp of ordinary mortal fire.
What about causality, what about erasing existence? For Lu Chen, the judgment is very simple: you turn off the light, and I'll turn it back on.
"Old monk."
Lu Chen leaned forward, brought the burning stick in his hand over, and lit it on the oil lamp that had been extinguished.
The oil lamp lit up again.
This time, however, it no longer emitted that eerie light that absorbed everything; instead, it gave off an ordinary kerosene smell.
The flames turned into the most ordinary orange-red color.
"Someone kindly offers you a drink of water, and you turn off the light after you finish?"
Lu Chen flicked the wooden stick out and casually threw it on the ground.
"This lamp oil has gone bad, yet you're treating it like a treasure. I've replaced the flame for you; you're welcome."
Ran Deng stared at the oil lamp that had been lit again, and froze.
He could no longer feel any connection between the lamp and himself.
This innate spiritual treasure, the Lingjiu Mountain Glazed Lamp, which has accompanied him for countless eons, is one of the most supreme magical treasures in the Three Realms.
Now it's just an ordinary kerosene lamp, only good for lighting! There's even a whiff of burnt smoke coming from it!
The lamp's fingers began to tremble.
He raised his head and looked at Lu Chen's calm face. For the first time in tens of thousands of years, the ancient Buddha's state of mind was in turmoil.
He tried to erase the other party with the most profound cause and effect, but the other party used the most down-to-earth mortal fire to burn his cause and effect to ashes.
Lu Chen ignored his shocked expression.
He rubbed his stomach, turned around and shouted towards the kitchen.
"Bajie, start a fire and cook!"
"Add half a ladle of water. The old monk has come from afar; let him have a bowl of porridge before he leaves."
The crackling sound of burning firewood came from the kitchen.
Upon hearing Lu Chen's shout, Pigsy scrambled to his feet, grabbed the water ladle that had fallen to the ground, and hurriedly ran into the kitchen.
Princess Iron Fan is chopping pickled vegetables on the cutting board.
Seeing Zhu Bajie's ghostly appearance, she stopped wielding the kitchen knife.
"What's going on outside? Have those thousands of monks broken in?"
"No..." Pigsy wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, his voice kept very low, afraid that it would be heard outside the courtyard.
"An old ancestor has arrived, the ancestor of those bald monks from Mount Ling!"
Princess Iron Fan didn't understand.
Pigsy didn't dare to explain further. He quickly went to the water vat, scooped up a full ladle of water, and poured it all into the bubbling porridge pot.
In the courtyard, the light was warm, just like the most ordinary sunset, plus the light of a kerosene lamp emitting black smoke.
Dipankara Buddha sat on a stone stool, his eyes fixed on the lamp on the table.
That really was his Lingjiu Mountain glass lamp; he could feel the patterns on the lamp with his eyes closed.
But now, the lamp has changed.
The lamp extended its withered fingers.
He wanted to extinguish this worldly fire and rekindle his own Buddhist fire.
My fingertips just touched that orange-red flame.
"hiss!"
Ran Deng abruptly withdrew his hand.
For the first time, shock appeared in his cloudy eyes.
It's hot! He actually felt it was hot.
He is a majestic ancient Buddha who has endured countless eons. His golden body has long transcended the Five Elements and is impervious to water and fire.
Let alone ordinary fire, even the Six Ding Divine Fire in Laozi's Eight Trigrams Furnace couldn't harm him in the slightest.
Just now, that ball of flame, emitting black smoke, had burned his finger solidly.
There was even a tiny blister on my fingertip.
Pain—this was a feeling that Randeng hadn't experienced for hundreds of thousands of years.
"Your lamp conducts heat very quickly."
Lu Chen sat on the recliner, watching the old monk's movements.
"Don't touch the wick when lighting the bulb? Don't you even know basic common sense?"
Ran Deng looked at the blister on his finger.
He understood, he completely understood.
In this courtyard, there are no rules, and there is no Buddhist teaching.
If you use your innate spiritual fire, he will burn you with ordinary fire; if you display a golden statue of Buddha, he will make you grow blisters.
"Amitabha."
Ran Deng lowered his hands, closed his eyes, and let out a long sigh.
There was no anger or resentment in that sigh, only a sense of powerlessness.
He has lived too long, long enough to see through all the power struggles in the Three Realms.
He knows when to strike and when to concede defeat.
Now that he was sitting in front of Lu Chen, even his own magical artifact had been turned into a kerosene lamp. If he were to use any more magic power, it would only be to humiliate himself.
"Benefactor," Ran Deng opened his eyes, his tone much calmer, "this old monk is convinced."
Lu Chen paused for a moment in the hand holding the palm-leaf fan.
"What should I wear?"
"I submit to your teachings."
Ran Deng pointed to the lamp on the table, "This old monk has cultivated for tens of thousands of years, thinking he has seen through the mortal world and transcended the Three Realms."
"Only today did I realize that this old monk has never truly stepped on the ground."
Lu Chen laughed; this old monk was much smarter than that Arhat who subdued dragons.
If you can't beat them, don't fight; you've even managed to save face for yourself.
No wonder he became an ancient Buddha; his thick skin and composure are truly remarkable.
Tang Sanzang walked to the stone table and placed one of the bowls of porridge in front of the lamp.
He then handed another bowl to Lu Chen.
"Buddha, please have a meal." Tang Sanzang put his hands together and bowed slightly.
Ran Deng stared at the chipped, rough earthenware bowl in front of him.
The porridge in the bowl was very thin because Pigsy had added an extra ladle of water earlier, and several unevenly cut sweet potato chunks floated on top.
It has no celestial aura, no spiritual energy; it's just a bowl of ordinary, coarse grains.
Ran Deng stretched out his hands and picked up the bowl.
The warmth emanating from the bowl seeped into his withered body, little by little, through his dry palms.
He picked up his bamboo chopsticks, chose a piece of sweet potato, and put it in his mouth.
Soft, sweet, and fragrant, it slides down the throat and into the stomach, bringing a warm feeling.
Ran Deng chewed slowly, once, twice.
Since the Great Tribulation of the Investiture of the Gods, he has been sleeping in the Eight Treasures Merit Pool, relying on the pool water to sustain his life, and has never eaten anything since.
This simple meal has brought him back down to earth from that lofty lotus throne.
"tasty."
Ran Deng swallowed the porridge and said in a hoarse voice.
"I added some coarse salt." Lu Chen took a sip of his porridge. "I sweat a lot from working, and I don't have the energy to drink anything sweet."
It took Ran Deng a full incense stick's time to finish eating that bowl of porridge.
He ate it all up, even drinking the last drop of rice porridge at the bottom of the bowl.
Setting down the empty bowl, Ran Deng hung the bone rosary he had been holding back around his neck.
He stood up and bowed slightly to Lu Chen.
It is a thank-you gift given when treating someone as an equal.
"Thank you for your hospitality."
"Old monk, go back now that you've eaten your fill." Lu Chen didn't get up, continuing to fan himself. "There are too many people from your Ling Mountain; my courtyard can't accommodate everyone."
Ran Deng shook his head.
"This old monk will not return to Mount Ling."
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