I Truly Am The Villian Chapter 2211: 2210: The Daoist Heart of the Barefoot Monk, Ascetic Cultivation Method

Xu Zimei secured the demon worm.

Ultimately, regardless of the circumstances, this demonic creature would prove immensely useful for his future endeavors.

With his formidable power, he could sustain it with an unending supply of demonic Qi, and it shouldn't require an extensive period for the demon worm to awaken.

The delay in the demon worm's awakening wasn't due to a lack of effort on Xu Zimei's part.

Rather, it stemmed from the demon worm's limited absorption capacity, irrespective of the sheer volume of demonic Qi Xu Zimei provided.

It needed to assess its own adaptation process and select an absorption method that best suited its needs.

Consequently, the need for time was entirely justifiable.

Upon observing Xu Zimei carefully putting away the demon worm, the Barefoot Monk offered a smile and declared, "I have fulfilled the task entrusted to me by the Buddha Lord, so I am no longer an inconsequential being."

"You have succeeded in preserving the legacy of the Buddha Country; this is a significant achievement," Xu Zimei responded.

"What are your future aspirations?"

"Have you considered expanding the reach of the Buddha Country's legacy?"

"Could you offer your assistance?" the Barefoot Monk inquired.

"Accompany me to the True Martial Holy Sect; there, you may find the aid you seek," Xu Zimei suggested.

The Barefoot Monk fell into contemplation.

He understood intrinsically that the primary adversary of the Buddha Country was the Holy Court.

As long as the Holy Court persisted, it would never permit the Buddha Country to flourish.

This was akin to the fate of the former Jade Mountain Buddha.

Despite being granted a brief period of growth, the Buddha Country was ultimately obliterated with a single, devastating palm strike.

When the Holy Court intervened, years of earnest effort dissolved into nothingness, vanishing like a fleeting mirage.

Thus, a profound animosity towards the Holy Court simmered within the Barefoot Monk's heart, though he could not dispute their overwhelming power.

The Demon Race might have once wielded immense strength.

However, in the present era.

The Barefoot Monk had encountered no other members of the Demon Race, nor had he encountered any whispers or rumors concerning them.

He directed his gaze toward Xu Zimei.

Naturally, he harbored no desire for Xu Zimei to suffer a similar fate and become another Jade Mountain Buddha.

It appeared that Xu Zimei grasped the Barefoot Monk's underlying concerns.

Xu Zimei chuckled, "Setting aside external factors, do you genuinely believe that cowering before the Holy Court will grant you leniency?"

"Instead of feigning madness and precariously clinging to survival here, why not embark on a grand and audacious undertaking?"

"Much like the Buddha Country of old," the Barefoot Monk murmured.

"The Buddha Country was once vulnerable, and its ascent was contingent upon the Demon Race; this dependency served as both a harbinger of opportunity and a seed of potential ruin," Xu Zimei elaborated.

"In this world, gain and loss are invariably intertwined; there is a balance to all things."

"Now, a new avenue of opportunity has presented itself; whether you seize it, much like your Buddha Country's progenitor, rests entirely within your grasp," Xu Zimei stated.

Xu Zimei had spoken at length, partly out of a sense of nostalgia, and partly in consideration of the Barefoot Monk's role in safeguarding the demon worm.

At this precise moment, the Barefoot Monk held little intrinsic value for Xu Zimei.

However, every individual possesses their unique purpose.

The Barefoot Monk was in need of a chance.

At the very least, Xu Zimei recognized the steadfastness of the other party's Daoist Heart.

With no other adherents remaining in the Buddha Country, the Barefoot Monk possessed the freedom to completely forsake it.

Yet, he had chosen, in solitude, to uphold the legacy of the Cloud Interval Temple.

This unwavering resolve and remarkable Daoist Heart surpassed that of ninety percent, if not more, of individuals.

Human beings require a guiding principle.

And those who possess genuine conviction are destined to traverse further along the path of cultivation.

Without a doubt, the Barefoot Monk embodied his own unique faith.

Should the opportunity arise, he possessed the potential to become the most fervent propagator of the Buddha Country's doctrines.

Upon hearing Xu Zimei's words, the Barefoot Monk drew a deep, resolute breath.

He made the momentous decision to embrace a gamble.

It was preferable to perish in a blaze of glory than to fade into silent obscurity.

"I accept," the Barefoot Monk affirmed, nodding gravely.

Xu Zimei exhibited no surprise at the monk's decision.

He then produced the other half of the Third-Eye Demon Monarch's Divine Soul, presenting it for the Barefoot Monk's examination.

The intention was to ascertain if he could devise a method to transmute the overwhelming resentment contained within.

Initially, upon witnessing the Divine Soul, the Barefoot Monk displayed little outward reaction.

However, upon closer inspection, even he was taken aback.

He exclaimed, "This… such profound resentment; how many souls were extinguished?"

"The Holy Court once employed the entirety of the Catastrophe Demon Domain as a sacrificial offering, intending to eradicate every soul within that vast domain," Xu Zimei explained.

"The circumstances within are quite intricate, and due to the accumulated resentment, this Divine Soul has become as it is now."

"To be candid, if not for this particular affair, I would likely remain unaware of the Buddha Country's existence."

"We can only conclude that certain serendipitous occurrences have culminated in the most favorable outcome."

Had it not been for this turn of events, how would Xu Zimei have come into possession of the demon worm?

Since the conclusion of the Demon's Advent Era, an immeasurable span of years had elapsed, stretching to the present day.

Numerous remnants from that distant past had long since receded into the mists of history.

Consequently, Xu Zimei had never actively sought nor entertained expectations of acquiring anything from the scattered remnants of the former Demon Race.

However, he would not object to obtaining one or two such artifacts.

Especially those items that could confer significant advantages upon him.

As the Barefoot Monk gazed upon the indignant Divine Soul, his already furrowed brow seemed to deepen further.

“What is it, is it that difficult?” Xu Zimei inquired.

“The main issue isn’t the difficulty itself, but rather my current cultivation level; I fear it might prove challenging,” the Barefoot Monk admitted truthfully.

Indeed, if Jade Mountain Buddha or other esteemed Buddha Lords were still present, this task would undoubtedly be simple. However, with only his own capabilities, he was acutely aware of his limitations.

Consequently, he hesitated to make any premature declarations.

“Is the transformation method practiced in Buddha Country inherently easy to cultivate?” Xu Zimei probed, his mind already considering undertaking this path himself.

He understood that some matters required personal endeavor.

Upon hearing Xu Zimei’s question, the Barefoot Monk offered a wry smile before responding.

“Given your exceptional aptitude, I have no doubt you could master any method with ease. However, the techniques of Buddha Country are rather unique. Have you grasped their essence?”

“What makes them special?” Xu Zimei pressed.

“To be precise, 'transformation' is not a distinct technique but rather the Buddhist Law we follow.

This Buddhist Law does not hinge on comprehension or destiny; anyone is capable of practicing it.

This is the **cultivation** method of our Buddha Country.

While it sounds remarkably accessible, lacking any initial barriers, the practice of Buddhist Law demands a specific prerequisite.

We adhere to the path of ascetic **cultivation**.

Each day involves traversing a thousand miles, reciting the sacred texts ten thousand times, a relentless cycle continuing day after day, year after year.

The deeper one delves into Buddhist Law through this consistent practice, the more profound it becomes. Missing even a single day of chanting effectively nullifies all prior efforts.

Conversely, unwavering daily practice causes the Buddhist Law to deepen and expand exponentially.

From this, you should comprehend that our method of ascetic **cultivation** demands unwavering perseverance and gradual accumulation over an extended period.

This particular approach to **cultivation** was entirely novel to Xu Zimei.

Yet, he saw no reason to question the sincerity of the Barefoot Monk’s account.

A slight frown creased his brow.

If this was indeed the case, the path ahead could prove exceedingly arduous.

“Actually, there exists an alternative method.”