Staying Alive Cautiously in the Celestial Realm and Becoming the Strongest-Chapter 562 - Putting on Airs
Chapter 562: Chapter 562 Putting on Airs
The hinterlands of the Western Region, also known as the Western Celestial Buddha Domain.
It is said that within the Buddha Domain, there are tens of thousands of temples both large and small, with tens of millions of monks officially ordained, and hundreds of millions of devotees who worship these temples and monks.
The people living here are basically Buddhists, willingly dedicating everything to the Buddhist Sects of the Western Region.
Some devotees are even extremely fanatical!
When Wang Chen, who had just been transferred here, came to his senses, he witnessed a truly shocking scene.
On the vast square, countless people were prostrating themselves en masse.
They prostrated towards the temple, chanting Sanskrit with faces thin and dark yet full of devoutness.
The prayers of countless individuals merged together, delivering a tremendous shock to the Cultivators present, including Wang Chen!
Sanskrit penetrated their minds!
Wang Chen’s complexion changed, and he immediately Embraced the Origin and Guarded the Unity, his consciousness instantly sinking into the Ancient Taoist Stele nested in his Sea of Consciousness.
The Ancient Taoist Stele was incredibly mysterious, and Wang Chen’s understanding of this treasure was just the tip of an iceberg.
However, the Ancient Taoist Stele had helped Wang Chen survive several dangers in the past, allowing him to glimpse its true form. From this, he had learned a few tricks for utilizing the stele’s power.
When the will of Wang Chen’s spirit merged with the Ancient Taoist Stele, the Sanskrit from the outside world that penetrated minds became barely audible.
It had no further effect on him.
But while Wang Chen was protected by the Ancient Taoist Stele, other Sect Cultivators were not so lucky.
Some had pale faces, with sweat on their foreheads thick as syrup and bulging veins revealing their struggles and pain.
Others slapped several Spirit Talismans onto themselves in quick succession, activating strands of Spiritual Light as they desperately resisted the pervasive soul-snatching Sanskrit.
Still others sat cross-legged on the ground, closing off their senses and invoking the Mysterious Heart Method in an attempt to counteract it.
However, a few weak-willed Cultivators were caught off guard, their consciousness seized, showing struggling and vacant gazes as if they were drowning persons scrambling for a straw, but ended up grasping at nothing.
They were on the verge of being overwhelmed at any moment!
One of the Cultivators ended up kneeling on the spot, his face showing a blend of pity and madness.
Clang!
At that moment, a sonorous and powerful zither sound suddenly filled everyone’s ears.
It felt as if a bucket of ice water had been poured over their heads, instantly calming their minds. The Sanskrit coming from all directions was greatly weakened.
Many took a deep breath of relief.
The Cultivator who had knelt down also came to his senses, and he got up with his face red with shame and embarrassment.
He was actually very lucky, for once one’s spirit is completely lost, one becomes a fanatical devotee of the Buddhist Sect.
Forever lost to oneself!
Everyone simultaneously looked in the direction of the zither’s sound.
They saw a woman in a white robe cradling a phoenix-tail zither, her slender fingers on its strings, her beautiful face solemn.
With her fingers dancing, the continuous zither music flowed, and before long her forehead was dripping with sweat!
Many Cultivators showed expressions of shame.
They were proud male Purple Mansion Tier Cultivators, and now they had to rely on a woman to protect them.
They truly wished they could crawl into a hole and hide.
The problem was that none of them knew how to deal with this method of the Buddhist Sect, and they certainly couldn’t just start attacking those kneeling and praying devotees, could they?
These Buddhist devotees were basically normal people; killing a hundred or eighty of them with a single spell wouldn’t be difficult, but the severe consequences that would follow were something no one could bear.
The Cultivators felt an itching hatred yet were also incredibly frustrated!
This was a loss they had to swallow.
“Stop!”
A muscular looking Cultivator’s eyes widened as he let out a thunderous shout, “Is this the Buddhist Sect’s way of treating guests?”
His roar echoed like thunder, triumphing over the Sanskrit of countless devotees’ chanting.
Imperial Spirit Shout!
This was a special spell of the Purple Mansion Tier, similar to the Buddhist Sect’s Lion’s Roar, possessing the power to shake the Divine Soul.
The vast square suddenly became quiet.
The devout worshippers, prostrating on the ground, all turned their heads to look at Wang Chen and the others, with eyes filled with cold indifference.
It sent shivers down one’s spine!
The burly cultivator snorted coldly and swallowed the hot blood that had rushed to his throat.
The Imperial Spirit Shout he had just issued indeed suppressed the Soul-Stealing Buddhist Chant, but he also received a great backlash. At this moment, the Qi-Blood within his body was tumultuous, and he had already suffered serious internal injuries.
But this cultivator was tough and valiant, preferring to damage his cultivation level rather than spit out that mouthful of blood.
“Amitabha~”
At this moment, several yellow-robed monks arrived belatedly and appeared before the cultivators.
Among them, the fat, big-eared leading monk cheerfully greeted them: “This humble monk Zhitong, the Zhike of Mysterious Origin Temple, greets all the Upper Cultivators.”
“I am terribly sorry, the Spirit Jia Flying Boat that was to guide you was delayed on its way here. Please, take a rest in the side hall.”
With that, he bowed deeply again with his hands pressed together.
Everyone exchanged glances.
As the saying goes, one does not slap a smiling face, and the attitude of the Zhike monk was impeccable. He also lowered his stance greatly, making it difficult for anyone wanting to lash out to even begin.
Zhitong bowed again: “Upper Cultivators, please…”
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“Forget it,”
a cultivator suddenly said: “Let’s go.”
It was Xu Yingyi from the Canglan Sect.
Xu Yingyi was slick and good at networking and had represented his sect in the Western Region to attend ceremonies on several occasions. He knew many of the cultivators present and had very good relationships with them.
Therefore, once Xu Yingyi spoke up, everyone else took the easy way out and followed the guidance of the Zhike from the Mysterious Origin Temple to the side hall for a rest.
But most of the cultivators were still not pacified in their hearts.
As representatives of their sects, these cultivators were all elites of their respective groups. Today, they had been subjected to a loss of face without cause, and few could swallow this insult lightly.
As soon as the monks from the Mysterious Origin Temple served tea and exited the side hall, the cultivators immediately burst into a heated discussion, filled with righteous indignation.
“These monks have gone too far!”
“Damn it, I really want to give them a good thrashing!”
“I just want to know, what exactly do these bald donkeys intend to do?”
“We can’t just let this matter slide!”
In a moment, the room erupted into chaos.
Xu Yingyi stood up and said, “Everyone, calm down first!”
This Canglan Sect disciple had some influence, and many closed their mouths to hear what he had to say.
The side hall quickly became quiet.
“Cough cough!”
Xu Yingyi coughed twice, then turned to the white-robed female cultivator seated to the side and saluted: “Sister from the Heavenly Zither Sect, thank you for your assistance in the crisis just now.”
Only then did everyone come to their senses and expressed their gratitude to her.
A slight blush appeared on the face of the female cultivator from the Heavenly Zither Sect as she gracefully stood up and returned the gesture: “Cultivators of the Tao should support each other as branches of the same tree, there is no need for thanks, my fellow cultivators.”
Xu Yingyi clapped his hands: “Well said, may I ask for your esteemed name, Sister?”
The female cultivator from the Heavenly Zither Sect replied with a slight smile: “I am Yan Xixi.”
“So, you are Sister Yan.”
Xu Yingyi nodded, then turned to the burly cultivator: “Senior Brother Hu, are you alright?”
He was among the few who had noticed that the other was injured.
The burly cultivator shook his head and said in a muffled voice: “I won’t die from this.”
“The Buddhist Sect really is pushing things too far!”
Xu Yingyi’s expression turned solemn as he spoke in a deep voice, “Fellow Daoists, if we swallow our pride this time, it will inevitably harm the reputation of our sects. This is intolerable!”
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