'Bi Xin Palace' was the name of the palace that Xu Anyuan and the others lived in. Usually, Bi Luowang would come here to rest. Now that there were important guests, it was naturally arranged to stay here. The most important reason was that Yiyi was here, so it was the safest place.
The interior of the palace was very spacious. The four walls were engraved with Archean royalty patterns, which had their own mysteries. If it was activated, it would definitely have a monstrous killing power. Those with profound strength would be able to see that there was a Supreme Killing Formation that could kill Celestial Immortals in the 'Palace of Emerald Hearts'. It was self-contained and had both offensive and defensive capabilities.
The floor of the palace that was as smooth as a mirror was covered with delicate and soft animal skin. Yiyi was lying on it, sleeping soundly. The bubbles in her nostrils fluctuated, and her sleeping posture was even more adorable. If Qian Duoduo was here, she would probably be overwhelmed by her cuteness.
On the large round bed, Xuanyuan sat cross-legged in the middle, facing a golden skeleton. This golden skeleton was extremely complete, and every bone exuded a kind of Buddha nature. It was a kind of heaviness that seemed to have returned to its original simplicity after experiencing the baptism of time.
It was a sparkling and translucent sarira that was as clear as glass. It released a warm light that scattered in all directions, making people feel very warm. Their hearts involuntarily became calm and peaceful.
On both sides of Xuanyuan, Hwang Yue-chan and Yin Zhenluo watched quietly, marveling at the power of the Buddhist Sect. They didn't expect it to still have such power after so long.
"Amitabha, brother, you've been dead for so many years. It's fate that brought us together. I hope you can become a Buddha in your next life. I'll devour your relic. Otherwise, it'll just be a waste of time. Consider it a contribution …" Xuanyuan sighed. He reached out his hand, and a devouring aura spread out. Suddenly, the relic trembled slightly, and a voice came from it, "You've been dead for so many years.
"Benefactor, please wait!"
Xu Anyuan was startled. Even Hwang Yue-chan and Yin Zhenluo felt their hair stand on end. They looked at the sarira and confirmed that the voice came from it. Could it be that the corpse had come back to life?
A human figure materialized, turning from blurry to clear. He looked extremely well-proportioned and wore a golden kasaya, revealing a powerful right arm. His muscles were knotted and were covered with Buddhist patterns. From his body, a vajra might surged. Xuanyuan was very shocked. He didn't expect that the owner of the golden skeleton was actually still alive. Furthermore, this was a manifestation of his own will. He couldn't feel a trace of soul power at all. The Buddhist divine art was actually this powerful! For example, the Guardian Deity's remnant consciousness hadn't dissipated after so many years. This showed how powerful the Buddhist divine abilities were! This was great willpower, great willpower!
The owner of the golden skeleton looked at Xuanyuan calmly and said, "Benefactor, I hope you can show mercy and let me live." There was no sadness or joy on his face. He looked at Xuanyuan and said slowly.
"I understand now. When I was in the ominous aura, the sarira was always in my hands because of you!" Xuanyuan suddenly understood. He didn't understand what was going on at that time. Now that he thought about it, this monk actually wanted him to take him out and then find an opportunity to leave. However, he had always been frozen in the fighting ring by Xuanyuan, so he couldn't do anything about it. Now that Xuanyuan was about to devour him, he couldn't sit still and directly jumped out.
"After sitting here for 6,000 years, the opportunity has finally come. I have no other choice but to use this method. I hope benefactor won't take offense. Because I didn't know benefactor's nature, I didn't show myself. Now that life and death are on the line, this poor monk can only take a gamble." The monk faintly sighed, but his expression was still calm.
"I want to ask you a few questions. I hope you can answer me. Who are you? Why are you trapped in the ominous aura?" Xuanyuan naturally understood the monk's situation. This was the most normal thing to do, so he didn't take offense. However, he was very curious about the monk's identity. He also wanted to learn more about the monk. Since the monk wasn't dead, Xuanyuan naturally wouldn't kill him. After all, the sarira contained the monk's lifetime cultivation. Xuanyuan wouldn't go so far as to do such a thing to an eminent monk!
"It's a long story. This poor monk is a disciple of the Vajra Ancient Temple. My Dharma name is Hui Neng! At that time, I was young and full of vigor. I thought that I was a proud son of heaven and had some small achievements. So I bit off more than I could chew and wanted to find the Vajra Deity's golden body. Unexpectedly, I met several proud disciples of the Immortal Sect at the border of the Eastern Continent. We fought to the death all the way to the Great Nightmare Swamp. Unfortunately, I stepped into the ominous aura and was trapped there. Although I spent a lot of effort to suppress and kill them, I was ultimately unable to break the aura. In the end, I sat in meditation for a thousand years and forcibly condensed a sarira to preserve the essence of my body.
Then, I met Benefactor! "Hui Neng spoke slowly and calmly. He looked straight at Xuanyuan, his eyes filled with sincerity. There was a kind of benevolence and peace about him. It seemed that after six thousand years of tempering in the ominous aura, his temperament had changed greatly. Xuanyuan knew that after six thousand years of tempering, he would most likely achieve great things in the future!
"The Immortal Sect …" Xuanyuan muttered to himself. This organization was very mysterious. All this time, they had never appeared before Xuanyuan, and Xuanyuan had always been on guard against them. Now that he received this information from Hui Neng, it reminded Xuanyuan once again that the Immortal Sect hadn't come looking for him. It was probably because the Nightmare Ghost was still alive. As long as the Nightmare Ghost was dead, endless disasters would strike in the future.
"Do you think I'll let you go?" Xuanyuan looked at Hui Neng and asked with a smile.
"If Benefactor values the essence of my lifetime of cultivation, you can refine it all. I only hope that Benefactor will let my soul go. This poor monk will be very grateful." Hui Neng was still emotionless. There was an indescribable detachment about him. After sitting in meditation for six thousand years, all his temper had been worn down. The ending of being trapped in the terrain, isolated from the world, and the loneliness of the world was the most terrifying. The fact that he could endure for so long and still have a glimmer of hope showed that he had great perseverance and willpower. It was not something that ordinary people could have!
"Haha, as expected of an eminent monk. It is said that Buddhism sacrifices its body to cultivate, cutting off its flesh to feed the eagles. It is said that it is very compassionate. Now that I see it, it is indeed extraordinary. I was just joking. Since I have fate with Master Hui Neng, why would I do such a thing? I hope Master Hui Neng won't take offense! "Xuanyuan smiled indifferently. Hui Neng's body shook, and his expression was very shocked. He said in a surprised voice,
"Benefactor, where did you hear about sacrificing one's body to cultivate, cutting off one's flesh to feed the eagles?"
Xuanyuan frowned. This was something he had heard in his previous life on Earth. Naturally, he couldn't say it out loud. This was his own secret. Previously, the Guardian Deity had only heard Xuanyuan recite Namo Amitabha, and his consciousness had suffered a strong impact. Xuanyuan wasn't sure what was going on. In the end, the Guardian Deity's consciousness had dissipated, and he had still called himself a disciple. What was going on?
"In my dream, I once saw an ascetic monk walking the world. He met a starving and skinny vulture that was chasing a docile and kind white pigeon. The white pigeon was terrified. When it saw the ascetic monk, it hid in his arms. The vulture couldn't catch it, so it fought with the ascetic monk and asked him if it would starve to death if it saved the white pigeon. The ascetic monk cut off his own flesh, which was the same weight as the white pigeon, and fed it to the vulture …"
Xuanyuan found an excuse and told Hui Neng this story. At the same time, he wanted to know why this happened again and again. Could it be that the story of Buddhism from Earth had something to do with this world? The Buddhists came to this world later. Could there be another world other than the world of Fighting Energy? Xuanyuan didn't dare to imagine!
There were many questions in Xuanyuan's mind, but he couldn't answer them now. Hui Neng was even more shocked when he heard this. He looked at Xuanyuan and didn't move. After a pause, his expression returned to normal, and he said slowly, "It seems that you and the Buddha are fated.
I'll pass on the supreme dharma of the Vajra Ancient Temple to you, and it's not against the rules of the sect. "
As soon as he finished speaking, a golden ray of light shot out from the sarira. It contained thousands of Buddhist Sanskrit characters and merged into Xuanyuan's consciousness. The words "Vajra Sutra" appeared. This was the supreme dharma of the Vajra Ancient Temple, and it had great power.
The vast chapters of the "Vajra Sutra" appeared in Xuanyuan's consciousness, and it made Xuanyuan feel extremely comfortable. Each word was as strong as the vajra, and it emitted Buddhist chants. It was as if thousands of eminent monks were chanting, and it contained the immortal nature of Buddha.
"Thank you, Reverend Hui Neng." Xuanyuan thanked him, and he was pleasantly surprised. Among them were many of Hui Neng's own understandings of the "Vajra Sutra", which benefited Xuanyuan a lot.
At this moment, the sarira, drop by drop, fused into the skull of the golden skeleton. After that, the skin, flesh, tendons, organs, blood, and everything else on the golden skeleton grew at a speed visible to the naked eye. In the end, the appearance of Hui Neng's will appeared. This was the real body, but relatively speaking, it had aged quite a bit.
Hui Neng, who was flesh and blood, was right in front of them. This made Hwang Yue-chan and Yin Zhenluo extremely surprised. The methods of the Buddhists were indeed profound, and ordinary people couldn't understand them. What kind of supernatural power was this? They would only know when they reached a certain level in the future.
"Benefactor, you have a merciful heart. You saved my life, and you are fated with the Buddha. It's no big deal for me to pass on the supreme dharma to you. There's no need to thank me. If one day you come to the Western Province, come find me at the Vajra Temple." As soon as he finished speaking, Hui Neng's entire body glowed, and a mysterious power turned into specks of Buddhist light that enveloped his body. Bit by bit, he disappeared in front of everyone's eyes, and finally turned into nothingness!
Xuanyuan was amazed. It seemed that this was the method of the Vajra Temple. Perhaps it was because in the Nightmare Swamp, the power of the Nightmare Ghost couldn't be used, but now that he was here, there was no obstruction. It was a good thing to be able to obtain the "Vajra Sutra".
Just as Hui Neng was being led away, a few voices began to communicate in the unseen world.
"This is the power of the Buddhists. It's coming from the Falling Jade Cliff. Bi Luowang, what's going on?"
"It's in the Jade Heart Palace. The young master is also there. Xuanyuan obtained it by chance …" Bi Luowang explained.
"Hmm, then let Xuanyuan form a good relationship with the Buddhists of the Western Province. The Buddhists have always stood aloof from worldly affairs, and there's no harm to us. Let him go."
"It seems that my husband has obtained some remarkable techniques. The supreme dharma of the Vajra Temple must be very powerful. My husband is indeed capable. No wonder he's my, Hwang Yue-chan's man!" Hwang Yue-chan was very excited. Unfortunately, there were some techniques that she couldn't practice. But for Xuanyuan, there was no technique in the world that he couldn't practice.
"Aren't you afraid that your husband will become emotionless after practicing the dharma of the Vajra Temple?" Yin Zhenluo reminded Hwang Yue-chan with a smile.
Hwang Yue-chan's smile froze. She looked at Xuanyuan and quickly said,
"My husband, isn't the Blue Dragon Daoist technique good? Why should he practice this Buddhist technique? Don't you think so? "
The corner of Xuanyuan's mouth twitched. He sighed and carefully read the Vajra Sutra in his mind.
"I'm just taking a look. Hmm? The Vajra Strength Sutra is indeed mysterious. It can condense one's strength and soul. It suits me! "
Hwang Yue-chan saw Xuanyuan's surprised expression. He looked like he was about to start practicing.
"Little husband, you can't cultivate this divine ability. If you become a monk after cultivating it, wouldn't you want me to be a widow?"
"…" Xuanyuan looked at Hwang Yue-chan with a mixture of anger and amusement. He said, "Please, I'm not that stupid. I'm just using one of the scriptures in the Vajra Sutra to condense my strength and soul. If I have time to worry about this, I might as well worry about myself and improve my strength. If I'm not strong enough and lose my life, I'll never see you again."
Hwang Yue-chan nodded and said,
"Hmm, my husband is right."
She looked at Yin Zhenluo, wrinkled her nose, and snorted.
"Since you're not afraid that my husband will become emotionless, emotionless, and emotionless, what should I be afraid of? Do you think you love my husband less than I do? If my husband really becomes a monk, you'll be the first to cry. "
Yin Zhenluo's smile froze …
Xuanyuan almost spat out a mouthful of blood. He had the urge to faint on the spot. He wished he could faint on the spot and pretend he didn't hear anything.
"Alright, stop talking. I'm going to start comprehending the Vajra Strength Sutra. Rest well and do what you need to do. Don't affect my cultivation of the technique."
In order to avoid hearing more words that would make him vomit blood, Xuanyuan could only say this. He closed his eyes and carefully comprehended the Vajra Sutra that appeared in his sea of consciousness. Bit by bit, he slowly began to cultivate.
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