The difference in attitude towards immortalization was also the difference between Dao, Fiend, and Miscellaneous.
The true orthodox Xuanmen focused on using profound magical power to suppress immortalization. Even if one cultivated a Primordial Spirit or dharma body, as long as they restrained themselves and did not reveal their true appearance, they would still be no different from a normal person.
The Demon Sect, on the other hand, tried to control immortalization. Once in battle, they would transform into Fiendcelestials with shocking battle prowess. However, it was extremely easy for them to go berserk and turn into lunatics.
The Fan Sect spread faith everywhere, using incense and divine thoughts as anchors to achieve a balance with immortalization. However, it would be broken if they were not careful. Moreover, the incense was poisonous. Buddhist cultivators would often be infected to the point where they could not free themselves. Their personalities would change and they would gradually lean towards the ideal image of their believers, losing their sense of self.
These three sects were considered the mainstream of Yan Han. In their cultivation techniques, they also borrowed from each other.
It was not too surprising to see the shadows of Daoism and Buddhism in the fundamental technique of the Demon Sect.
The last unorthodox sect was extremely complicated. Buddhism, Daoism, and Fiend were mixed together and did not form a system.
"This Great Venerable Black Lotus spread his faith. He looks like a Buddhist but is extremely evil. He is most likely a branch of the Demon Sect … or a cultivator from an unorthodox sect who is taking advantage of the situation."
Chung Shen-soo nodded and had some guesses.
"That's right!"
Old Daoist Yi Xin agreed with this guess and told him what Sen Yunzi had encountered in detail.
…
Near Mount Luo Qiao, there was a small town called Luo Village.
One night, a sloppy Daoist who was exhausted from the journey walked into the village.
He was only in his thirties but wore a tattered and sloppy Daoist robe. His beard had not been shaved for a long time and his hair was as messy as a chicken's nest. It was impossible to tell his true age.
This was Sen Yunzi, Old Daoist Yi Xin's second disciple.
After Sen Yunzi left the mountain, he had participated in a few Itinerant Cultivator gatherings due to his lack of funds. However, he did not receive any suitable baleful aura.
However, he was steady and did not mind. Instead, he used the image of a sloppy Daoist to roam the world and did a few good deeds.
When it was time to return, he chose to walk back to Yi Xin Temple.
The dark sky descended, causing the land to turn dark.
After walking for half a day, Sen Yunzi finally saw a Luo Clan Manor. Although cultivators weren't afraid to sleep in the open, it was better to have a roof over their heads than nothing.
Before he got close, his expression froze.
A cultivator's hearing allowed him to vaguely hear the chanting of scriptures coming from within the village.
"Has everyone in this village changed their faith?"
Sen Yunzi's heart felt heavy. From the chaotic sounds of scriptures, he could tell that this was not a widely circulated Buddhist dharma or Daoist scripture. However, it gave off an indescribably strange feeling.
Its pronunciation was indistinct, and its sentences were simple. However, there were murmurs mixed together, as if countless musical instruments were being played at will, turning into strange notes. Even he couldn't recognize the original meaning.
However, he felt his heart grow heavier, as though a huge boulder was pressing down on him...
"The Luo Family Village is close to Mount Luo Qiao. My temple is also responsible for this …"
With this in mind, Sen Yunzi took a deep breath and walked into the town.
There were very few pedestrians on the only main road in the village. Occasionally, someone would appear, but their expressions were lifeless, like the walking dead.
"Good Faith."
Sen Yunzi's hair stood on end, but he called out to a middle-aged man who looked like a farmer. "I am Sen Yunzi. I would like to spend the night at your place. I wonder …"
"East of the manor … there's a run-down temple!"
The farmer spat out a few syllables.
When Sen Yunzi saw this, his heart relaxed. He discovered that this person was still conscious. However, he seemed extremely dispirited and did not want to bother with others.
"Many thanks. May I know if Shan Xin has encountered anything strange recently?" Sen Yunzi bowed and asked.
"Do you know … the Black Lotus Supreme Venerate?"
The man's expression suddenly changed, turning fervent. His speech also became much faster. "The Final Tribulation is approaching. The world is sinking. The Black Lotus saves the world and achieves eternal life …"
"So, it's the Black Lotus Church. This church has actually developed to such a level? Looking at this man's expression, he actually sincerely believes in this. This is truly … terrifying! "
However, there were many foolish people in the countryside who had been deceived. Sen Yunzi only sighed in his heart. He prepared to see who the person in charge of the Black Lotus Church in this manor was.
If the person's cultivation was low, he could play around with them and definitely break their faith.
If the person's cultivation was too high, then he would have no choice but to flee.
Sen Yunzi thought for a while and asked, "Is there a Chancellor in your manor? A altar? Or a Incense Master? "
"Who … is that?" The man's expression became dazed again. "I've … never heard of it …"
"If there's no one spreading the teachings, then how did the Black Lotus Supreme Venerate spread it?"
Sen Yunzi changed his question. "Who first spread the teachings of the Black Lotus Supreme Venerate?"
"Scholar Pan … read a book … said that he saw … the truth … but no one believed him … so he … copied out a page … and then … everyone believed him …"
The man's eyes did not move as he replied with a wooden expression.
"Could this Scholar Pan be a hidden sorcerer? And he even used sorcery? No, this person did not fall under any sorcery to confuse the mind … he just believes this from the bottom of his heart! "
Sen Yunzi was even more confused.
At this moment, he heard the man beside him speak again. "The time … has come … I want to … chant scriptures."
He took out a crumpled piece of straw paper from his bosom. A devout and fervent expression appeared on his face as he began to chant scriptures. "The Final Tribulation is approaching. The world is sinking. Sometimes, there is a saying by the Black Lotus Supreme Venerate …"
His voice rose and fell, gradually becoming indistinct, fusing with the faint chanting of scriptures in the surroundings.
Sen Yunzi pressed his fingers together and placed them on his eyes. He opened his spiritual eye and looked at the piece of straw paper.
There was nothing mystical about it. It was just the cheapest and most ordinary piece of straw paper. It would shatter with a light tear.
On it, there seemed to be a child's graffiti. There were a few lines of words written on it, and even the order of the words did not seem very smooth.
From the looks of it, it was a terrible joke.
But even so, the man was still confused.
A chill surged in Sen Yunzi's heart. He used a concealment technique and hid to the side.
In the middle of the night, he saw the doors of the village open. Men, women, old people, children … one by one, they walked out and gathered at the threshing ground of the village. They began to chant scriptures that were difficult to pronounce.
When the sun rose, they returned to their homes and numbly began their daily lives.
Even that Scholar Pan had been secretly examined by Sen Yunzi. He found out that he was just a mortal, and that the original copy of that 'scripture' was just a random book randomly printed by some random bookstore. There seemed to be a few typographical errors in the middle, but that was all there was to it.
Just a book like this, along with an arrogant person, was enough to poison an entire village, causing endless perniciousness!
The more Sen Yunzi observed, the more he felt that these people had completely sunk into depravity. They lived their daily lives mechanically and chanted scriptures fervently. They had no reaction to anything else, as if they were gradually losing their emotions.
He felt that this matter had to be resolved as soon as possible. There was no time to lose. Thus, he prepared to make one last trip to the dilapidated temple that the man had mentioned.
Before he left, Sen Yunzi had a bad premonition. Thus, he sent a paper crane message with detailed information and sent it to his master …
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