With Countless Qualities Bestowed Upon Me, I Shall Ultimately Become Immortal-Chapter 564 - 516: Ancestor’s Aid, Three Heads and Six Arms!
Upon seeing this scene, the two dragons were greatly invigorated.
The leader has shown his might!
Understanding the circumstances, they too began to attack with all their might.
Crashing straight into the heart, launching an assault, black mist scattered, and dragon claws flew.
Only now did Meng Chuan find some time to explore.
He sensed a peculiar scent within his spiritual power...
It was... the scent of Buddhism...
The scent of Buddhism was a term he made up.
In truth, it was akin to the scent on Patriarch Kashyapa at the scroll cliff imagery back then.
"Converting and absorbing... what kind of energy is my body absorbing from the outside world..."
Recalling the loud chant of a Buddhist name he heard upon entering this place.
Meng Chuan already understood, it was Bai Bao the great benefactor lending him a hand!
No need to say more, while the "Buddha power" is upon him, quickly kill this heart demon!
The battle continues, and at this moment, he is out of immediate danger, appearing more comfortable...
Conquering the heart demon currently doesn’t seem to be an issue.
It’s crucial to maintain his sea of consciousness without any aftereffects.
Especially, keeping the Profound Iron Foundation intact is of utmost importance.
Strengthening the spiritual foundation is immensely challenging, and Meng Chuan doesn’t want to go through it again...
...
In the Moon Platform Garden.
Venerable Shi stood in front of the bed, in a poised stance, ready to lend support.
While he waited, he couldn’t help but feel:
"Truly worthy of a Celestial King Monk, such an abundant amount of spiritual power..."
Beside him at the moment.
Mage Bai Bao was fingering prayer beads, fine threads of spiritual power entwined, with a palm-sized Baby Buddha hovering over Meng Chuan’s brow, who lay on the bed.
On the bed.
Originally sleeping soundly, Meng Chuan now had his brows furrowed and jaw clenched tight.
As his teeth clenched, the muscles near his cheeks tightened into a large block, extremely fierce and terrifying.
An indication that his sea of consciousness was in turmoil, black mist hazed above his forehead.
His entire body was also enveloped in intense black energy.
The two great Buddhist figures already understood what Meng Chuan was facing at this moment.
This boy, relying on the traits of his Horizontal Training Holy Body, overcame the "affliction hindrance."
Unfortunately, with the fading of the affliction hindrance, he encountered an even stronger "knowledge hindrance."
What does it mean?
Specifically, it’s because the heart demon invaded the "Martial Arts principles," manifesting as a foggy obstacle, usurping the nest as its own.
Why is it so?
The Martial Arts principles are the core cultivation technique for realm breakthroughs for the Martial Arts family, fundamental to Martial Arts.
It involves the will of Martial Arts, which is the "only truth" that the Martial Arts family must adhere to without a shred of doubt or speculation.
The heart demon leveraged this, exploiting the Martial Arts family’s obsession with "rightness."
Altering perception!
Twisting the soul!
As a result, it commandeers the body, turning the Martial Arts practitioner into its puppet.
But what Meng Chuan went through exceeded the two’s expectations.
Venerable Shi couldn’t help but ask:
"What level of cultivation technique is this boy practicing in the Martial Arts principles?"
The cultivation he maintained was the [Kinnara Infinite Emptiness and Brilliant Mind Prajnaparamita].
The exploration of great circulation practice in this method reveals the essence of all appearances with prajna wisdom.
To break through both affliction and knowledge boundaries, transforming the heart demon into a bodhi fruit of wisdom.
With cause and effect intertwined, this method is also one of the divine skills that most easily attracts heart demons among the contemporary Shaolin core techniques.
But even so.
The heart demons Venerable Shi encountered have never been as terrifying as what Meng Chuan is facing now!
Not only is the forehead turning black, but the entire body is also being tainted, truly unheard of.
This is due to intense emotions and soul turmoil reflecting upon the physique.
Beside them, Mage Bai Bao continued to manipulate the golden Baby Buddha, assisting Meng Chuan.
Upon hearing Venerable Shi’s words, he also recalled the incident of Luo Guanyun’s Spirit Platform resentment.
This pair of master and disciple found themselves in peril due to errors in their Martial Arts principles.
Bai Bao was also curious why the methods they practiced were so perilous...
"Primordial Spirit Thunder Planting Skill..."
He intended to learn about the history of the Luo family elder in the future.
If the Luo family elder were alive, he would likely be four or five decades younger than him...
Bringing his thoughts back, all this was inconsequential.
The utmost priority now was to support Meng Chuan in overcoming the knowledge hindrance.
For some reason, he noticed the boy’s body.
At this moment, it resembles a black hole constantly absorbing all kinds of energy around.
Seeing that Meng Chuan could withstand the spiritual power he supplied.
If it drags on too long, the knowledge hindrance could leave significant aftereffects.
Plus, this absorbing black hole state might not last forever.
With this in mind, Bai Bao decided to increase the "medicinal effect."
Go all out!
The Baby Buddha, drawn by the call, descended directly, firmly seated on Meng Chuan’s brow.
In a flash, several afterimages appeared on either side of the small figure, followed by countless arms unfurling like a peacock’s tail feathers.
Amidst dense motion, they all gathered to the highest point above the head in unison.
With dazzling golden light, each pair of small combined hands radiating, flowing into Meng Chuan, streaming into his sea of consciousness.
As time slowly passed, seeing the black energy somewhat restrained, yet Meng Chuan was still unable to secure victory.
Mage Bai Bao rarely revealed a few serious expressions.
He maintained his actions unchanged, continuing to focus on Meng Chuan.
As his thoughts shifted, he said to Venerable Shi:
"Go to Vairochana Pavilion and fetch Patriarch Kashyapa’s [Cotton Robe] and [Bodhi Prayer Beads], just say I requested it."
"This... Amitabha..."
Venerable Shi hesitated for a moment, glanced at Meng Chuan, then departed swiftly.
In less than thirty seconds, he returned carrying the golden-threaded garment.
Without Bai Bao needing to instruct, he draped it directly over Meng Chuan.
He took out the Bodhi Prayer Beads, his expression slightly hesitant.
Bai Bao’s voice was undeniable:
"Take one, and burn it for him."
As soon as the words fell, the prayer beads clattered with a "chiseling" sound, leaping from Venerable Shi’s hand.
Bai Bao controlled one bead, resting it atop the Baby Buddha’s head.
A flame of the mind kindled, subsequently igniting the bead with a yellow-white flame, it completely vanished.
The expression on Venerable Shi’s face was filled with the words "regret."
Bai Bao glanced over and explained while controlling Baby Buddha to keep its hands in prayer:
"Ancestor Kasyapa won’t blame him, I heard it."
"The incense offerings to the Ancestor were originally..."
"Listen to the Ancestor."
"Understood."
Venerable Shi stopped speaking, staring at Baby Buddha, ready to take over at any moment.
Recalling the incident at the Book Cliff, his expression was surprised.
It seemed that something must have happened between Meng Chuan and Ancestor Kasyapa that he was unaware of.
...
Deep within the sea of consciousness.
Meng Chuan looked down at his own body at this moment.
His smile was extraordinarily bright.
He didn’t know what had happened, as his spiritual manifestation originally resembled a tuft of fluff putting out numerous fires.
With that "Buddha essence" growing stronger, it sprouted one hand, two, three...
With a sudden surge of power converging.
This tuft of fluff transformed, becoming a three-headed, six-armed figure, resplendent with a solemn treasure image!
In the center, the head wore a merciful smile, with a face beneath a flaming golden crown, strikingly handsome!
The face looked exactly like his own...
The left head was like a baby-faced round face.
Without a crown on top, it resembled the Shakyamuni Buddha, with a high bump on its head...
The right head...was also a familiar face.
Meng Chuan was shocked, it was the face of Ancestor Kasyapa...
What was going on...
Regardless of anything else, he only felt at this moment an unparalleled strength!
The three heads, with a gold ring hovering above the center in the air.
Circles of golden light rippled outward, shattering the black fog completely.
With a flash of his figure, a monk’s robe suddenly appeared draped on him.
Meng Chuan looked, the golden light was dazzling.
Upon a closer look, the robe was covered with intricate patterns.
It was somewhat like the luxurious version that Ancestor Kasyapa had worn that day...
Considering all these symbols, Meng Chuan understood that Ancestor Kasyapa had come to lend him a hand...
No need for words to express his gratitude!
As for the origin of Baby Buddha, he was momentarily unaware, but it would be explained later.
First, deal with the heart demon in front of him!
He withdrew his thoughts, his figure flickered.
The fire-tipped spear formed by spiritual power poised in front of his chest, four fingers grasping the spear shaft, stepping on two wheels of spiritual flame, and charged ferociously!
Little Nezha, Meng Chuan!
At this moment Meng Chuan’s cassock flapped in the wind, manipulating the spear in his hand as if it were a fiery red banner fluttering against the wind.
Whoosh!
The blade’s tip flickered, thanks to the [Golden Touch] trait, he manipulated the spear with finesse, stabbing, slicing, and thrusting, leaving no part of the black fog intact!
Why not transform the spiritual power into the more familiar fist blade?
He could perceive that the protection provided by his Buddhist robe would burn the incense forces of Ancestor Kasyapa.
An inch longer, an inch safer.
The Ancestor had come to lend a hand, and Meng Chuan hoped they would remain unharmed.
Whoosh—!
The swallowing blade cut through, stirring the winds and clouds, creating ripples in the spiritual realm.
Cutting from the heart, threading a line of black mist spilling out.
Then billowing into thick smoke, rising upward.
Two dragon demons aided on the side, each time the black mist dissipated, they rushed up quickly with wide mouthfuls, preventing it from encroaching upon the high walls of the sea of consciousness.
The scarlet heart remained motionless, momentarily halting, contracting before abruptly swelling.
At this moment, the heart demon also sensed something was wrong, it was going to fight desperately!
The spilled blood and black gas condensed in the air, shaping into a human figure outline.
Muscles rapidly interwove, the arms forming with wrist bones piercing through the skin, transforming into three sharp blades.
Short on the sides, long in the center, slicing a long arc downward.
Exactly the scrap version of [Naihe Bridge Head Moon]!
In the blink of an eye, the form solidified.
The two dragons looked at the "Three-headed Six-armed Meng Nezha," then observed the enemy’s appearance...
Shortened lifespan, the enemy transformed into the master!
"You two idiots, come with me!"
Meng Chuan, seeing the heart demon copying his own appearance, and noticing the idiocy of the two dragons, immediately grew furious, thrusting his spear again.
The heart demon mimicked his body technique, each time before making a move, it tapped its toes on the ground, transforming into a streak of black light, flickering to charge.
The spear edge sliced through cold gleams, the spiritual fire soared and dissipated, creating undulating waves in the air.
Meng Chuan furrowed his brows, missing his strike.
This bastard could even use the Nine-Palace Eight-Trigram Steps...
Seeing the heart demon circling the farthest "Kan One," he didn’t hesitate much, tightly gripping the fire spear with his thumb and smoothly raising it over his ear, pouring in surging power, hurling it out instantly!
Throwing javelins, he was a professional!
The spear broke through the air, exploding spiritual ripples, drawing a long line of fire, directly locking the position beneath the heart demon’s feet.
Learn?
For the application of martial arts body techniques and the like, I bear eternal proof, can you learn it?
But the heart demon once again tapped its toes, the ground rippling with indefinite disturbances, ultimately forcibly stopping its form, not falling into the position Meng Chuan had predicted.
Its whole body seemed to violate the laws of physics.
In the moment it stalled, it spun once in mid-air, the fire spear slipping by, narrowly missing its ear.
Before it could steady itself, another spear emerged out of nowhere.
From below its body, stabbing upward toward it!
Simultaneously, Meng Chuan had already, at the moment of hurling, consolidated a second fire-tipped spear with endless spiritual power.
The three-headed six-armed figure flew along on wind-and-fire wheels.
Faster than the javelin!
Thrust!
Without the slightest reservation, without a bit of restraint.
This spear held a certain feeling.
Boundless Buddha might, like petals sagging onto a chest imprint, the Buddha’s hands clasped, spiritual power poured overwhelmingly, thunder and lightning emboldening the spear tip!
Meng Chuan attributed all the magnificent power he could control into this spear.
Exhilarating!
The suffering endured in the heart demon’s illusion, condensed all into this spear.
Unleashed!
I stab!
