With Countless Qualities Bestowed Upon Me, I Shall Ultimately Become Immortal-Chapter 581 - 533: Giant Shadow Beneath the Tree, Don’t Mention People Carelessly, Treasure Obtained!
Meanwhile, in the southern part of Great Chu, deep in a certain sea area far from land.
An isolated island forgotten by the world.
Since the Ancient Martial Era, recorded in oceanographic historical materials, it has been a forbidden zone for life.
This sea area is filled with Demon Nests, surrounding the island like a barrier.
Nearby, there are dormant beings of Ultimate Darkness, and no military expedition should disturb them.
This place is far from the mainland and surrounded by demons, naturally becoming an abandoned island.
However, this day was entirely different.
Strands of six-colored light cascaded from the sky, trailing starry tails.
They settled atop the mountains on the island, transforming into multicolored spheres of light.
Two beams of azure light of varying depths suddenly broke forth, and the figure of the Divine Dragon Taoist stepped out first, with Xu Daoxian of Wudang following closely.
The former stretched his body, sat cross-legged on the ground, took out a gourd, and drank by himself.
Xu Daoxian is the head of Wudang’s entire mountain and currently one of the few orthodox followers of Quanzhen Daoism in Great Chu.
With strict discipline, he doesn’t drink...
Another flash of silver light shattered, catching the Divine Dragon Daoist’s eye.
"The Sword Saint is free today, come, let’s drink!"
A figure clad in illusory armor stepped forth, with an aura of killing intent that changed the color of heaven and earth, lead-colored clouds covering the sky.
Yet the next moment, with a hearty laugh, the murderous aura was completely gone:
"Hahaha, it’s rare for this old man to return, let’s drink!"
The Sword Saint drank the wine in his cup in one gulp and then asked Xu Daoxian beside him:
"Daoist Xu, will the elders be coming?"
"Ancestor Sanfeng is delayed, and Elder Zhang Daoling is still handling matters at Dragon Tiger Mountain; he will come a few days later."
As for the matters of the Buddhist Sect, he didn’t know.
As he pondered, a golden light, like a colorful glow, instantly painted across the sky and earth, and from it emerged a thin monk with a compassionate expression.
The three looked respectfully, addressing him as "Abbot."
[Mingtai Great Saint · Xuanmou], at the scene, none who became saints hadn’t received some grace from him.
The true use of a Buddhist heart was not as the outside world rumored...
The old monk’s aura rippled like radiant light, with a countenance of compassion, and he clasped his hands together:
"Amitabha - It’s been a long time since I returned to the mortal world, everything feels good."
The Sword Saint stroked his jet-black long beard, also sighing:
"Indeed, if not unable to, if not wanting to keep progressing, paving the way for the juniors, who wouldn’t want to stay in their hometown?"
The Divine Dragon Daoist, Xun San, took another sip of wine and curiously asked:
"If Linyuan breaks through the eighth limit, what scale could the human dimension reach?"
"Am I a prophet?"
Xun San playfully laughed:
"You’re the Sword Sage."
The Sword Saint bristled and glared:
"You asking for a beating? Be careful, I’ll strip your dragon tendons!"
Everyone noisily bickered, entirely without the dignity of Great Saints.
If an outsider were present, they might be greatly disappointed, contrary to the majestic image of Great Saints in their minds.
They are the top tier in the world, with ever-lasting martial arts prowess.
In front of juniors, they might put on airs, but doing so all the time, isn’t it tiring...
In no time, more than half of Great Chu’s seventh-limit individuals gathered here, waiting for the last person to arrive.
That would be the main figure of this meeting, [Heaven-collapsing Great Saint · Zhao Linyuan].
Crashing——
The tumultuous waves around the island crashed towards the shore, growing ever grander.
Gradually...
The sound waves slowly subsided until the waves abruptly halted, and an emerald giant curtain vertically split open a chasm.
With the emergence of a figure on the sea surface, a scar was suddenly torn open.
Billions of tons of seawater poured in from both sides, and the figure stood at the very center.
Like waves crashing against a reef, he remained unscathed.
He opened his eyes, and as the rolling waves moved again toward the island, his voice was heard by everyone:
"Inviting fellow Daoists to this desolate island, it’s because I’m at a crucial juncture in my cultivation and won’t be moving. Please forgive me for the inconvenience."
Xun San laughed aloud:
"No worries, old man is still waiting for you, young Zhao, to break through the eighth limit and call you Elder Zhao."
"Principal Sui loves to joke, embarrassing Zhao here."
Zhao Linyuan rose and stepped on the waves, and amidst the roar of splitting seawater, he walked step by step onto the island and gathered among the people.
With a wave of his hand, heaven and earth were overturned.
As if lifting the entire world and moving it aside.
The island disappeared, and only distant mountains, flowing waters, and nearby pavilions and tiles could be seen, with a large redwood table at the center.
Zhao Linyuan invited everyone to sit, then said:
"Today, gathering everyone here is not only to discuss the matters of tomorrow’s grand meeting but also to request assistance for an important matter.
I hope everyone can brainstorm to aid in the completion of [Heaven Abyss Calamity Deterrence Unity Method]."
This method is the fundamental Divine Skill he created during his time as a Celestial King, with a resounding reputation.
Xu Daoxian asked curiously:
"I wonder if Great Saint Zhao, have you inquired from Ancestor Zhang?"
Wudang’s Ancestor Sanfeng, as the pioneer of Qi Blood Martial Arts.
In terms of individual "Comprehension," none present could surpass him.
Zhao Linyuan nodded:
"I have met both Ancestor Zhang and the Ancestral Celestial Master at Dragon Tiger Mountain. They both provided me with much inspiration, and I also wish to take this opportunity to discuss it with everyone."
Hearing this, the Sword Saint’s expression grew eager, as it had been a long time since such a discourse with fellow Daoists.
He said straightforwardly:
"Great Saint Zhao is too modest. We are all fellow Daoists, never based on age to determine ranks.
Your insights are above ours, please lead us, let us ponder a bit, so each word is precious, hahaha."
"The Sword Saint overpraises; those involved are confused, and I hope everyone can help guide Zhao out of the maze.
By the way, how is Principal Sui’s Breaking Seven progress at your school?"
Mentioning his disciple, the old Sword Saint’s face beamed with pride:
"My disciple Sui Chunqiu? Soon, if the meeting is postponed for a few more days, he can come too!"
Hearing this, everyone rejoiced.
They congratulated Northern United University and for humanity.
Abbot Xuanmou sat down, shifting his prayer beads with a "swish" sound:
"Well said—that we ask Great Benefactor Zhao to offer some initial insights."
Seeing the abbot speak up, Zhao Linyuan smiled and asked:
"I haven’t asked the abbot yet, the other day, watching the future, did you see the shadows under the Longhua tree, can you preach?"
The abbot closed his eyes and slightly shook his head:
"Amitabha, the future is just a blurry shadow, but this shadow... is quite large.
Just seeing that foggy shadow, it’s like the silhouette of a giant from another realm, not a Dharma Heaven and Earth, but truly born toweringly tall..."
The abbot’s meaning is that the figure of the fruit picker is different from ordinary people and is not due to the alteration of muscles and bones by powerful martial arts.
Only two scenarios fit.
Either the shadows and mist under the Dragon Hua Tree aren’t human.
Or, they possess some kind of incarnation giant trait assisting in fruit picking.
But why couldn’t the abbot see clearly?
Abbot Xuanmou is also a top Great Saint who has ventured deeply into Martial Arts cultivation.
Even if those present went under the Dragon Hua Tree, they could be seen clearly by him.
Hearing the conversation between Zhao Linyuan and Abbot Xuanmou, others were curious:
"Abbot, what’s more? What did the mist giant do, can it be seen?"
The abbot’s brow lowered, his expression unclear, his tone uncertain:
"The huge mist seems to circle around the Dragon Hua Tree, the rest is unclear."
Everyone was puzzled.
Buddhist Sect’s next Physical Buddha, Seven-Limit Great Saint.
The Shaolin abbot not seeing it clearly is indeed rare...
Among those present, only Sword Saint’s expression was somewhat strange.
He thought of his disciple Sui Chunqiu, who mentioned to him someone:
Said: Northern United University will definitely become a saint in the future.
Disciple Yang Huan also glanced over its short future days.
Only seeing, a group of mist.
Is it that boy?
Shouldn’t be.
Chunqiu said, this boy does not believe nor worship, how could he be related to "Buddha"?
Strange...
He closed his eyes and reopened them, stopped thinking about it, and joined the discussion on "Creating Law".
...
The next day, Shaolin.
Moon Platform Garden.
The room is permeated with a light incense scent, Meng Chuan having just finished a medicinal bath, the fragrance remaining on his body.
Sitting cross-legged in the room, his brows slightly lowered.
He repeatedly pondered Buddhist philosophies in his heart.
Having just finished his heart method cultivation, he took some leisure time to reflect.
Now, the study of Buddhist philosophies is an indispensable part of daily life.
Entrance prerequisites to Heart Sutra Spell, proficiency speed boost from Buddhist Sect hard skills, and all rely on better mastery of Buddhist philosophies.
Now there’s another burden, which is the preliminary assessment of "Dragon Hua Tree Enlightenment".
Master Baibao once said:
"Buddhist philosophy is all-embracing, seen as seen."
Meng Chuan was deeply touched and agreed very much.
It’s said that: unless one is family, naturally cannot enter the family door...
What does it mean?
He wants to use this skill to turn himself into a "fake" monk, to "deceive" the Buddha fruit...
Cough... not deceive.
How can a monk’s matters be called deceit?
The heart is sincere, means are not discussed.
Vulgar!
Returning to his senses, his ears twitched twice, suddenly aware someone was approaching from afar outside the door.
"Come in."
The voice like silk slipped through the door crack, drifting onto the stone road.
A few breaths later, Jue Ming pushed the door and entered.
He saw the little monk wearing a simple robe, his face showing exhaustion.
Meng Chuan was curious:
"Did your master scold you?"
The little monk frowned:
"Alas, little monk’s life is bitter..."
"Are you still practicing this sect’s method?"
The little monk has already felt many benefits from the Qi practice method these days.
How could he give it up?
He saw the little monk sit down, first supporting his head with his hand, then fiercely beating his knees.
"Practice! Continue practicing!"
Meng Chuan smiled:
"Aren’t you afraid your master will scold you?"
The little monk gave a cunning smile:
"With Divine Monk Baibao above, my master can only disturb my path with words... the Buddha heart naturally won’t forcefully interfere."
"Then let me say first, you just focus on your practice, don’t rashly involve others."
The little monk pressed his palms together, speaking sincerely:
"It naturally has nothing to do with Brother Meng, the little monk found the scriptures and taught them to Divine Monk Baibao for transcription and learning."
Meng Chuan was satisfied:
"Wonderful..."
The little monk is smart, teaching him the way won’t cause himself trouble again.
Just wanted to ask what matter brought him here.
Today, it’s clearly not yet the time for the weekly Buddhist philosophy class.
But seeing the little monk took out a black-gray glazed Buddha bead bracelet from his pouch and handed it to him.
Meng Chuan glanced, and between his brows showed some joy.
"Brother Meng, your Heart Soul Wood Bracelet."
"Thank you, little master."
Jue Ming agreed, his gaze carrying disdain.
When needing him, it’s "little master".
When not, call people "little monk".
Tsk tsk...
Meng Chuan didn’t understand that this little novice’s mind was so full of thoughts.
He took it, put it on his wrist to look at.
For this moment, his mind as if ingested a peppermint leaf, feeling cool.
The beads, each not more than 1 cm, totaling over thirty pieces.
Without reverting to muscle form, enough to wear.
The wrist rotated, bringing a crisp sound.
Looks fragile, but actually very solid, being the second hardest material from Shaoshi Mountain, with ironwood as the medium.
The first hardest is on his body, needless to say.
