novelapdf Chapter 473 Sensation
Chapter 473 Sensation
He accepted the explanation.
The Hidden Domain.
"kill!"
The radiant light above a temple shattered, and a pale-faced, beardless Purple Mansion True Man, wielding a long staff, stormed in.
A moment later, a scream came from inside the temple.
Flames shot from his eyes, and his golden body clung tightly to the real person, who was none other than an old monk who had achieved the Refinement Realm. His flames exploded with a deafening roar.
The Purple Mansion Immortal let out a mournful cry and perished together with the old monk.
In an instant, flowers rained down from the sky, golden lotuses sprang from the ground, and a beam of brilliant light shot into the sky, and then... nothing remained.
The Tara and Dubhadra of the Vajrayana realm are all borrowed in terms of their divine abilities; they have no real spiritual cultivation or supernatural powers. Therefore, once they perish, they leave nothing behind.
However, this old monk from Zhaqu Temple was at least a disciple who had refined a "certificate of rank," and thus left behind a white relic, which was a "certificate of rank"!
Even ordinary people, if they are fortunate enough to unlock the "Rank Certificate", can immediately leap up and obtain supernatural powers comparable to those of the Purple Mansion!
However, within the nearby Great Void, several True Immortals, gazing upon this relic, avoided it as if it were a matter of great utmost importance... After all, activating the rank certificate requires a secret and karmic connection...
"Zhe Luo Zhenren... unexpectedly died here."
A True Person of the Purple Mansion sighed softly, gazing at the strange phenomenon of the Purple Mansion's demise and the Great Sun's fiery outpouring. He lamented, "He cultivated the 'Rising Sun' heretical path. Perhaps by being close to the Great Sun here, he could gain another vein of the Departing Fire..."
"We, the Purple Mansion cultivators, have always been noble, yet to die here today is like a stray dog..." A female cultivator beside her said indignantly, "The evil cultivators of the Hidden Cave love to trade one for one with us... When we perish here, we will leave behind nutrients to fertilize the earth, while they will be reincarnated, forming a great karmic bond with us. In the future, their reincarnated bodies will make rapid progress in cultivation and will come to cause trouble for us and even our descendants..."
Upon hearing this, all the Purple Mansion True Persons around felt a pang of sympathy.
This is the secret, underhanded fighting method!
The death of one member in one's own Purple Mansion is a significant loss, and it takes at least several decades or even hundreds of years to cultivate a new one. In contrast, the other disciples can be promoted as soon as possible.
Even if one perishes, in this Purple Mansion, unless a great figure helps or one consumes a reincarnation elixir, death is truly death.
And what about Du Zi on the other side? As long as his true spirit is not harmed, he can still reincarnate and live a carefree life.
Therefore, trading one life for another, even five for one, would be too much of a loss.
This Master of the Hehuan Sect was, after all, a bit too arrogant. And since Hehuan had connections with the esoteric Buddhist sect, it was inevitable that he would lose his life due to his recklessness.
Another real person sighed.
Boom!
Right after the old monk passed away, the temple suddenly lost its glory and collapsed with a crash.
A section of the sky filled with the color of crystal suddenly collapsed, making the void seem more peaceful.
Just like when the Secret Realm attacked the Joyful Union Realm, the Secret Realm is now under attack. Similarly, each temple is used as a node to activate the Void Array, prohibiting travel through the Void.
If the allied forces of demons and monsters want to attack the "Daikokuten Temple" located in the heart of the secret realm, they must cut down mountains and destroy temples along the way, uprooting these small temples where the Bodhisattvas Tara and the Bodhisattvas reside.
The result was that the troops were divided into multiple routes, and their offensive momentum weakened.
Of course, both sides suffered heavy casualties, and one after another, Purple Mansion True Persons and Dharma Kings fell, with a layer of blood light constantly lingering in the sky.
In the distance, traces of ancient Buddhist sites are beginning to emerge, nearing the dawn of time...
The Temple of No Form for All Students.
The White Bone Dharma King Sangji sat high on the platform, gazing down at the vast expanse of people and horses below.
Not only the Dharma King and Dharma Masters of this temple, but also the four Taras of the White Bone Path, and even Bai Ziye, Xu Hei...
Even the incapable sage is temporarily placed under the jurisdiction of the Shōsei Musō-ji Temple.
"The plan has been decided. You may all return and guard your respective temples, fulfilling your loyalty to the secret treasury..."
Sangji's gaze swept across the room, landing briefly on Fang Daoling who was slightly behind him, before quickly looking away.
"I will strictly follow the abbot's instructions..."
All the Dharma Kings, Dharma Masters, True Men, and Tara hurriedly bowed in respect.
"I have other important matters to attend to. If I am not available when I need to handle these matters, all the monks of Wuxiang Temple shall obey the orders of Wunengshengduzi... If Wunengshengduzi dies in battle, then they shall obey the orders of Yuanzi Zhenren..."
Sangji spoke slowly and deliberately, and then made a proclamation.
The monks from the temple exchanged glances, but still bowed respectfully: "We obey..."
Fang Daoling mingled in the crowd, bowing down along with everyone else, his heart filled with shock: "Master Wunengsheng... his status in the esoteric Buddhist community is so high? In this great battle, he was only temporarily assigned to the Wuxiang Temple of All Beings to receive orders, yet he has become the second-in-command... No, what's even more astonishing is that Master Xu has actually surpassed Moonlight White Tara; he is also a great figure..."
In a typical power structure, the rise of an outsider would inevitably lead to internal chaos.
However, the secret realm was controlled by multiple layers of authority. Once Sangji issued a decree, the cultivators below had no choice but to obey.
Fang Qing had also made preparations in advance, just in case Sangji fell, so that the lineage of the "Master of the Corpse Forest" would still have someone to inherit it...
After dismissing everyone, Sangji silently performed the sky burial ceremony, without saying a word... He looked up at the layer of blood-red light in the sky, which was the condensation of the blood and tears of countless cultivators over the past few days, representing the great cause and effect.
Beneath the blood-red light, there was a layer of glazed color, which was a forbidden void array that spanned the entire Secret Realm, with the Great Snow Mountain as its hub and the three temples of the origin of all dharmas as its key nodes.
By this time, only two or three tenths of the stars had dimmed, meaning that three-tenths of the small temples hidden within had been captured...
However, this does not mean that the fighting strength of the Secret Realm has been reduced by 30%. After all, if the high monks of the Secret Realm cannot defeat the enemy, they can reincarnate. It just takes a certain amount of time to grow. The longer it drags on, the more advantageous it is for the Secret Realm.
Many Buddhist lands have already been shaken and have appeared from the vast emptiness.
However, under the impact of such spiritual atmosphere and blood sacrifice, it becomes easier to sense these Buddhist lands at this time.
Sangji sat cross-legged, his hands forming mudras, silently meditating on a desolate bone forest, where countless white bones had gathered into a forest, a blizzard was falling from the sky, and the surrounding landscape was icy cold...
This is a description of the "Eight Great Cold Forest Buddha Lands" from the secret Sanskrit scriptures transmitted by the Wuxiang Temple.
At this moment, he sat in meditation, intending to silently sense the 'Eight Great Cold Forest Buddhist Lands' with his own body, and then, at the moment the 'Master of the Corpse Forest' perished, to enter before the other cultivators.
Sangji visualized one cold forest after another, some burning with fierce flames, some echoing with the maniacal laughter of corpses, some shrouded in darkness where one could not see their own hand in front of their face, and some where the wind howled and whistled...
Among those many cold forests, there were also guardian deities manifesting in their true forms.
He observed a female body with a boar's head, the Vajravarahi, and before his eyes he seemed to see a swift, icy steed galloping towards him. The steed had no flesh and blood, only stark white bones, and its eyes shone with an icy blue light. A Yaksha King rode on its saddle...
"The world's countless bones all enter the cold forest... One should contemplate impurity!"
Sangji became increasingly emaciated, his flesh and bones rotting inch by inch, until he resembled a corpse...
"The esoteric Buddhist masters don't actually pass down the orthodox methods of practice, precisely because they fear being usurped by their followers."
Therefore, this method of perception is also biased, and it is very difficult to perceive the true Eight Great Cold Forest Buddhist Lands...
As Fang Qing sat cross-legged in the Dao of Qi Refining, he witnessed this scene through the 'Dao-Born Pearl'.
"However, I possess the 'Pithangka of the Master of the Sitagarbha,' and within it, a [Lady] of the Golden Nature… naturally, it's different."
"Others may not have a connection with the Eight Great Cold Forests, but I can help Sangji gain that connection..."
"It's just that it was too early; the peaches weren't ripe yet, and picking them would have made them unripe..."
"If it's too late, the peaches will be picked by someone else, so timing is very important..."
A cold wind was howling.
As dusk settled, the rich glow of the [Shitu] shimmered, turning the world a dark blue-green, bringing with it all sorts of plagues, locusts, and scenes of death.
Yuan Gui, dressed in a black dress, silently gazed at the sky, and saw another piece of glass-like color collapse.
Behind her stood a grotesque, monstrous figure, its arms twisted and long, shrouded in a thick, greyish-white mist, with only a few long fingers reaching towards the mortal realm. "Another secret temple has fallen..."
The Yuan envoy sighed, "Only after truly conquering the Secret Realm will we realize how troublesome it is... At this rate, we'll be almost wiped out before we even reach the foot of the Great Snow Mountain..."
"We are merely from the southern route... and there are also the northern demon clans... the Hehuan lineage..."
The enormous, shrouded corpse in grayish-white mist opened its mouth, its voice deep and muffled like thunder, yet intermittent, as if its throat was damaged.
This corpse refiner comes from the Yin Corpse Sect and is an envoy similar to the Yuan Gu Envoy.
"Fortunately... we don't need to attack the Great Snow Mountain... we only need to shake down the Buddha's land and force that 'Mahakala' to take action personally..."
The hidden Buddhist lands are like blessed grottoes, yet they possess unique mysteries and have methods of merging, thus expanding the Buddhist lands...
The Yuan envoy clearly had extensive knowledge of esoteric Buddhism: "For example, the 'Lord of the Cemetery' initially established only a 'Cold Forest Buddha Land,' also known as the 'Cemetery Buddha Land'... Later, it absorbed the Buddha lands of those deceased Buddhas in their present lives, gradually becoming known as the 'Four Great Cold Forests'... In recent times, it has absorbed countless more blessed lands and grotto-heavens, building the 'Eight Great Cold Forest Buddha Lands'... The 'Lord of the Cemetery' is like this, and so is 'Mahakala'..."
These Buddha lands are vast, and the more they receive the blessings of the esoteric source, the more stable the universe becomes, and the less easily it can be shaken...
The Corpse Refining Envoy said, "I've heard that the Lord of the Great Snow Mountain possesses an immeasurably vast Buddha-like realm, almost equivalent to another mortal world, and is said to be comparable to the 'Primordial Heaven.' I wonder if this is true or not..."
"Hehe." Yuan Shi let out a string of silvery laughter: "Whether the Great Sun Buddha Land can compare to the 'Primordial Heaven'... I don't know, but given its Buddha-lord's status, the Buddha Land must be vast, and directly connected to the Secret Source... I'm afraid even if we all die, it won't shake the Great Sun Buddha Land in the slightest... Unless... several great figures perish here in succession, then there might be some possibility."
When this was mentioned, both sides fell silent.
Even an envoy must be extremely cautious when facing a Golden Core cultivator.
Suddenly, Yuan Shi's expression changed, and he looked towards the northeastern sky.
The setting sun was like blood, and a sliver of moonlight cascaded down, transforming into billowing yin energy that surged into the sky...
"Another demon king has fallen..."
As soon as she finished speaking, a crystal-clear Buddhist land faintly appeared in the void, with scenes of icy snow and forests of frozen corpses...
"The Eight Great Cold Forest Buddhist Lands? This is actually where their traces first appeared?"
The two envoys exchanged a glance and were taken aback.