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Chapter 1062 - Chapter 1062 Chapter Three Hundred and Fifty-Six Name

Chapter 1062: Chapter Three Hundred and Fifty-Six: Name Chapter 1062: Chapter Three Hundred and Fifty-Six: Name What is the essence of cultivating Buddhism, when you get right down to it, it’s nothing more than the word “reason.”

However, the reason of any school of thought is only a partial truth, not a holistic one.

Yankong too was a Buddha Son well-versed in the sutras, how could he not understand the harms of the five poisons: greed, anger, delusion, arrogance, and doubt.

But the most difficult part about reason is whether you can truly put it into practice.

Because the cost of learning reason is extremely low, the wise predecessors carved their wisdom and reason into stones, recorded them in books, wrote them on paper.

People just look or listen and think they have grasped the reason, but in fact, they haven’t even touched the surface.

It’s just like those eloquent and articulate folks who talk the talk of lofty and noble reason, but act worse than pigs and dogs.

Therefore, what truly determines whether a person understands reason is not how many books he has read, which master he has followed, or what his heritage is, but rather how he actually conducts himself and treats others.

Yankong, in facing others’ victories and defeats, naturally could maintain a state of equanimity like Yanshan, but when it came to his own triumphs and failures, he couldn’t stay composed.

The Zen Supreme Great Divine Spell, the heir across generations to the Sutra of No Suffering and Extinction, the youngest Vajrasattva of the Zen order in five hundred years, was defeated by a nameless man from Longxi.

A Buddha Son who thought himself to be serenely overlooking all living beings from the clouds was pushed into the dirt by a peasant, unable to even struggle.

This kind of inner demons is not something that can simply be comforted by saying, “let go.”

Yet the other party clearly knew about his background, and after defeating him, nonchalantly handed him over to the Martial Hall, even assigning three warriors who were not even from Fierce Realm to escort him.

In Yankong’s view, this seemed even more like a humiliation.

That defeat in Longxi would spawn inner demons in Yankong was something nobody expected.

And not far from Yankong’s cell was Tang Luo’s cell.

Although the loss of Spiritual Power had weakened Tang Luo’s body to an unprecedented level, the Undying Battle Body’s Divine Storage that he had cultivated still remained, and although the enhancements to his five senses were weakened, they were still much keener than an ordinary person’s.

Therefore, he heard every word of the conversation between Yanshan and Yankong, and his heart cried out in vexation!

It truly was a narrow path for enemies, and a long story on a short piece of paper.

Heaven knows how this scourge managed to return, looking all battered and beaten–if the other party found out he was also here, given his current physical condition, he definitely wouldn’t be able to escape.

After all, the biggest advantage of cultivating the Visualizing method is that as long as the Dao Heart is steadfast, it can be recast numerous times.

Unlike Mirroring Spirits or the Seeking Truth Method that go down the path of unifying spirit and body, where once the spirit is injured, the mind becomes disheartened and listless.

Yankong may look miserable, but under the miraculous effects of the Cihang Treasure Light, he wouldn’t take long to recover his combat strength.

As for himself, he would have to wait for the star’s Spiritual Energy to pour into him, and to return to his full strength would take at least three years. And right now, even using all the Spiritual Energy he had accumulated over the past half month to reconnect his meridians and rebuild his body would be like dropping a bucket of water onto a burning cartload, less effective than waiting for the Five Viscera Divine Treasures to produce Innate Qi to repair his body.

Just as Tang Luo was internally bemoaning his circumstances, the door to the chamber suddenly opened–it was Brother Tian again with a small jar in hand.

In recent days, he would come every three to five days, forcibly pour the unknown herbs from the small jar into Tang Luo’s mouth like force-feeding a goose, and then chatter on about something, even though Tang Luo had never once responded to him.

After all, he couldn’t open his mouth now, and to speak would require using Spiritual Energy to make a sound. If his spirit were still there, he could manipulate the Earth Spirit’s energy to speak, but now, it’s all his own Spiritual Energy that he naturally wouldn’t want to waste on speaking.

But today, when Yankong suddenly appeared, Tang Luo realized that he must do something.

“You need to think of a way to get me out of here fast!”

Tian Ge, who was pouring the medicine, shivered at the sudden voice, and the dark green concoction immediately smeared across half of Tang Luo’s face, then trickled down his cheeks towards his neck, the bed, and pillow.

Tang Luo, who was somewhat obsessive about cleanliness, felt the sensation of the concoction crawling and sliding on his skin and wished he could steam it away with Spiritual Power.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry!”

Realizing that the voice came from the very person he was administering the medicine to, Tian Ge quickly apologized, embarrassed, and took out a cloth to awkwardly wipe it off.

With the help of the cloth, the traces of the concoction spread even further, dyeing Tang Luo into a green-mouthed and green-necked oddity, which made Tian Ge chuckle.

Facing the murderous glare from Tang Luo, Tian Ge nonchalantly put away the cloth, consoling, “Hey, don’t glare at me like that. Although you’re all green now, it looks quite healthy!”

This was a chatterbox who could prattle on and on even without anyone responding–if left to his own devices, who knows where the conversation would veer off to.

Suppressing the discomfort of the medicine on his face, Tang Luo used Spiritual Power to repeat in a low voice, “Think of something, I need to leave here as soon as possible!”

“Humph, remembering big brother when you need something?”

Tian Ge pulled a chair over to the bed, made himself comfortable with one leg crossed over the other as he sat down, and carelessly tossed the cloth onto Tang Luo’s face, saying irritably, “You’ve been here so many times and spoken so much, but you’ve been playing dead every time. Now you’re making noise; what took you so long!?”

The cloth’s strong and bitter medicinal scent assaulted Tang Luo’s nose, and he could still see the uncrushed medicine dregs slowly falling off the cloth because it could not hold them–truly the most terrifying sight for someone with a cleanliness obsession.

Seeing the dregs about to fall, Tang Luo could only plead, “Let’s talk this out, please move the cloth first!”

Though it was a flat-toned Spiritual Sound, Tian Ge could distinctly hear fear and beseeching in it, almost making him burst out laughing, but the benevolent big brother still moved the cloth away, mercifully sparing the poor cleanliness-freak from a dreadful fate.

Before Tang Luo could catch his breath from the brief moment of reprieve, he saw Tian Ge holding the cloth dripping with green liquid full of medicine dregs, dangling it over his head as if ready to let go at any moment.

“What are you doing?”

“I ask, you answer, and if I’m even a little dissatisfied, this cloth will come down, and then your face will get all dirty and oily with green!”

“Despicable!”

“This is called wisdom!” Tian Ge proudly wrinkled his brow and nose, “Now tell me, what is your name!”

“Luo Tang.”

“Luo Tang?” Repeating the name, a suspicious Tian Ge said, “This wouldn’t happen to be a fake name, would it?”

“I swear by the name of Saint Han, if it’s a fake name, then I’ll write my name and surname backward!”

It wasn’t that Tang Luo intentionally wanted to deceive Tian Ge, but in life, there is always a need for fair play and justice.

When a person whose name and appearance are entirely false asks for your name, do you honestly tell them, even if you want to be truthful? You would have to wait for the day when both parties show their true faces.

“Alright, I’ll take you at your word.”

But Tian Ge, who was already convinced that Tang Luo was a descendant of the Han Family, upon hearing Luo swear by the name of Saint Han, had no reason to doubt and was quite satisfied.