Becoming a Wizard by Starting From the Mind Closure Technique-Chapter 955 - 72 The Sudden Gust of Wind

Chapter 955: Chapter 72: The Sudden Gust of Wind

Chapter 955 -72: The Sudden Gust of Wind

White Horse Zen Institution.

The annual Dharma Hall selection had begun.

The selection consisted of three assessments, achieving “above average” in all three or “excellent” in two would suffice for selection.

The first assessment was a personal demonstration, where individuals showcased their best skills in front of the head of Dharma Hall;

The second assessment was a test of skills, involving a fight with a monk sent by the Dharma Hall, lasting the duration of an incense stick;

The third assessment was single combat, where monks and nuns participating in the selection fought one-on-one.

In the first two assessments, Link had easily achieved an “excellent” grade. As long as the grade for the third assessment wasn’t “well below average,” even a “below average” would qualify him for Dharma Hall.

Monk Liao Xin, who had previously had a verbal dispute, also performed well.

Of course, compared to those who had achieved “outstanding” grades in the first two assessments, neither Link nor Monk Liao Xin were particularly noticeable.

This chapt𝙚r is updated by freeωebnovēl.c૦m.

After a brief rest, the third assessment soon arrived.

The participating monks and nuns could either be randomly assigned opponents by the Dharma Hall or choose their own, provided the selected person accepted.

The assessments proceeded orderly.

Some were joyful, others anxious.

Link didn’t care about these, as he was more concerned about entering the Bodhi Institute after getting into Dharma Hall to seek records related to Master Wusheng and to resolve his previous incarnation’s karma with Monk Liao Xin.

Having experienced the Human Immortal Martial World once, Link had a certain understanding of the concept of “karma.”

He placed great importance on the necessity of severing “karmic ties” promptly.

Meanwhile, Monk Liao Chen was quite interested in the results of others’ assessments, watching the ongoing fights attentively, displaying a somewhat impure state.

This made Link’s suspicions grow stronger.

Since arriving at the White Horse Zen Institution, and only being able to learn about it through the memories of his previous incarnation to gradually experiencing and reading scriptures over the month, Link increasingly felt that there was something amiss with the Buddhism practiced in this World.

No, it was not the teachings of Buddhism that were flawed, but the monks who practiced them.

Regardless of what the Buddhist scriptures stated, at least the monks of White Horse Zen Institution only superficially practiced Buddhism, their actual focus was on cultivating power.

Greed, anger, and ignorance, the three poisons; form, sensation, perception, mental formations, and consciousness, the five aggregates; and eyes, ears, nose, tongue, body, and mind, the six senses, along with the six dusts of sight, sound, smell, taste, touch, and dharmas—none pursued the concepts of “emptiness” and “non-existence.”

They did not cultivate precepts, meditation, or wisdom.

There was none of the philosophy or pursuit of the “right view, right intention, right speech, right action, right livelihood, right effort, right mindfulness, and right concentration.”

Their behavior was fierce and aggressive, almost demonic!

Link suppressed these thoughts, not wanting to be influenced by them.

Often, a preconceived notion can lead to bias, and if one cannot detach from it, continuing in this environment would only lead them further astray.

Being in the heart of potential opposition, Link did not want to stray and create a negative situation.

Sigh…

Having exhaled a breath of turbid air, Link cleared his mind in the blink of an eye.

Suddenly, the abilities of Heavenly Vision, Heavenly Ear, and Divine Foot were unexpectedly activated.

Having easily gathered the six divine powers necessary for the Arhat Fruit Position within Buddhist Sect, Link was always ready to achieve Arhat Fruit Position.

Link’s core was truly extraordinary as a Level Five Sage, and even though the systems were different, he had reached proficiency quickly due to his foundational Immortal Cultivator abilities from the Human Immortal Martial Path, enabling him to grasp concepts by analogy swiftly.

However, Link was not in a hurry to claim the Arhat Fruit Position.

Just as ascending to a Fourth Level Sage in Wizard civilization required resonance with the Wizard World Will, it was very likely that remaining Buddhist civilization had similar stringent requirements.

Until this was certain, he could not afford to be careless.

Just then, Monk Liao Xin stepped onto the combat platform and turned to face Link. “Brother Liao Fan, I know Uncle Master Yuanzhi and Brother Liao Wu have blamed me for your accidental fall from the cliff, accusing me of harming you to ensure my entry into Dharma Hall. I also know you think the same. Since that’s the case, words are useless. Let our actions speak, and let everyone see whether I, Liao Xin, need to harm my brother to enter Dharma Hall.”

Ignoring the displeased expression of Monk Yuanhui, the head of Dharma Hall, and the unusual gazes of the other monks and nuns still in the selection, Monk Liao Xin publicly clarified his conflict with Link.

Perhaps, feeling confident in his victory, he thus chose to clear this issue beforehand to avoid complications after entering Dharma Hall.

Regardless of what Monk Liao Xin was thinking, Link remained silent, gradually stepping onto the platform and standing opposite Monk Liao Xin.

“Begin.”

Once the Dharma Hall monk overseeing the combat assessment confirmed both were ready and Monk Yuanhui, the head of Dharma Hall, did not intervene, the competition officially commenced according to the procedure.

With a bang,

as soon as the host monk finished speaking, Monk Liao Xin was flung from the platform, softly landing on the ground.

Link’s physical body remained unmoved at its original location, and his afterimage appeared where Monk Liao Xin had just stood as he fell and kicked up dust.

“Divine Foot!”

Monk Yuanhui, the head of Dharma Hall, abruptly stood up, “Liao Fan, when did you comprehend the Divine Foot?”

The monks assisting in the selections, and the monks and nuns participating in the Dharma Hall selection were shocked; Monk Liao Wu’s mouth was agape, large enough to fit a fist.

Any of the six divine powers, if proven, would exempt one from the assessment and allow direct entry into Dharma Hall.