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Chapter 462: Cultivation into the Ninth Realm Xuandan Millennium Buddha Son! (4k, monthly ticket requested))

【Inside the Peach Blossom Spring. 】

[An additional 180 sword marks were carved into the peach tree over the past few days.]

[A year has passed in my life, but here there is no change of seasons. 】

[There is only one setting sun, forever hanging on the top of the distant mountain. ]

[The young man in white clothes stood in a shallow pond with his trouser legs rolled up. He suddenly leaned over and reached out his hand. When he stood up, he had already caught two silver fish in his palms. The scales of the fish reflected tiny rays of light.]

[“Boy, today we are in for a treat.” He shook the silver scales in his hand, a smile spreading across the corners of his eyes, “The fish and birds in the dream of this third brother are not easy to catch. They slipped through my fingers even if I used my cultivation.”]

[The smoke from the burning peach wood rises up, and the young man uses his sword as a blade to cut the fish through the branches. The flames lick the silver scales and gradually turn them into golden yellow. He suddenly claps his hands and sings: "White egrets fly in front of Xisai Mountain, and fat mandarin fish swim in the flowing water under the peach blossoms..."]

[“In today’s world, being able to enjoy a leisurely meal of fish is already a rare thing.”]

【Mr. Er saw that you were still sitting quietly in the pavilion in the middle of the pond and ignored him, and he was not angry.】

[His eyes fell on the Qi flowing through your body. After three hundred days of diligent practice, your Dantian Qi Sea has become as vast as the ocean.]

[The spiritual energy here is three times thicker than that of the Imperial City of Bianjing. You also have the medicinal power in your body to help you, so your cultivation will be twice as effective with half the effort.]

[The path of cultivation, from Guanhai to Jiujing Xuandan, how many talented people have been trapped here for their entire lives, like looking at the gate of heaven but not entering. ]

[To achieve the state of watching the sea, one must condense the true essence of the whole body like the tide, and gather it into a vast sea in the dantian. ]

[Those with dull talents will never see the vast ocean in their lifetime; even those with extraordinary talents will need decades before they can stir up the tide.]

[Mr. Er recalled that it seemed to have taken him three or four years to break through Xuan Dan.]

[Moreover, you not only practiced martial arts, but also cultivated your Yuan Shen. You are also only one step away from becoming a Yang Shen.]

[No wonder the Master said, "For a true cultivator, the word 'cultivation' is as simple as eating and drinking water."]

[“The so-called realm is just a difficulty for ordinary people. It is nothing to them.”]

[Mr. Er was just pondering when he suddenly saw the wind and clouds above the pavilion suddenly change.]

[The young man's sleeves danced wildly, and he seemed to have turned into a whirlpool in the Peach Blossom Spring. Myriad vital energies flowed into his body like hundreds of rivers flowing into the sea. The thin figure was like an upside-down chaos funnel, swallowing up all the spiritual energy without feeling it was too much.]

[What is even more surprising is that despite such a voracious consumption of food, the boy's energy did not stagnate at all, but instead became even more unfathomable.]

[The vast vital energy entered the body, like a mud cow entering the sea, and disappeared without a trace, while the spiritual energy from all directions continued to surge in, actually setting off waves of spiritual energy tides visible to the naked eye in the Peach Blossom Spring. ]

[Mr. Er clapped his hands and stood up, feeling somewhat puzzled. Clearly, with Xie Guan's progress in cultivation, his Yuan Shen should have achieved Yang Shen earlier.]

[Unexpectedly, today is the day when martial arts condenses Xuandan. ]

【Then suddenly a golden light shone through the young man's Dantian, like the rising sun.】

[That is the sign that the highest realm of martial arts, "Xuan Dan", is about to be achieved. A warrior at this realm has a nearly immortal body: any iron added to the body will emit a golden sound, and ordinary swords and knives cannot injure it, and even magic cannot shake it in the slightest.]

[The vast amount of true essence continued to compress and collapse, and finally condensed into a Hunyuan Golden Pill, which was Xuandan.]

[After Xuandan is formed, the warrior's body will be naturally created, and the breath will circulate back and forth, as if the spiritual veins are hidden in the body, and the true energy is inexhaustible. ]

[Xuan Dan has a myriad of changes. It can condense into armor to protect the body, or it can be separated from the body to attack. It is easy to regenerate broken limbs, and it can even regenerate bones.]

[It is extremely difficult to completely kill it unless the head is cut off. ]

[The warriors who have reached the ninth level of martial arts are honored by the world as "Martial Gods". 】

[The young man let out a clear whistle, shaking the entire Peach Blossom Spring. ]

[His clothes were torn to pieces, revealing jade-like skin. On his left shoulder, a golden Buddha shadow was sitting cross-legged, chanting Sanskrit sounds; on his right shoulder, there were dark magic spear patterns wrapped around him, and the steaming demonic energy condensed into a ferocious ghost face behind him. The Buddha's light and the demon's flame intertwined, without interfering with each other, and gradually merged.]

[Mr. Er laughed, "Interesting, you have mastered the combination of the Vajra Immortal Body and the Mysterious Embryo Magical Strength, a skill that is so incompatible with both water and fire. No wonder you have made such rapid progress."]

[The boy's eyes gradually became clearer, and the mysteriousness in his body gradually withdrew.]

[Looking closely at this moment, his skin is as smooth as white jade, and his figure has grown by more than three inches. There have been different changes in the acupoints in his body, and six more acupoints have appeared in his arms and lower abdomen. ]

[After condensing Xuan Dan, your body shape will automatically adjust to the best state with your whole body's true energy. ]

【Mr. Er saw your excited look and kicked up a peach branch with his foot.】

【“Try again?”】

[Just as you were thinking this, you lightly leaped and stood in the air, as if you were standing on solid ground. Your meridians were like a rushing river, as if you had an inexhaustible supply of true energy.]

【Three dark magic spears appear from behind you, with blood-colored magic patterns wrapped around the spears. You flick your fingers and the spears make the sound of ghosts crying as they break through the air.】

[You followed closely behind, and a glazed Buddha light covered your body. As you put your hands together and dived, a three-meter-tall glazed Buddha appeared in the air. The Buddha's palm was integrated with your movements, and it pressed down with the force of crushing mountains. The peach forest below was completely crouched, and the falling flowers in the sky were shattered into dust in the air waves.]

[The young man in white clothes did not retreat but advanced. He gently spun the peach branch in his hand, imprisoning the five sword intentions and crushing the magic spear into pieces. A bright sword light rose against the sky, and actually tore a ray of light from the shadow of the Buddha's palm.]

[The young man in white draws his sword and stands up. ]

[One person is in the air with his hands pointing downwards, and the other person’s sword is blazing into the sky. ]

【Finally, the Buddha disappeared...】

[A figure in white slowly falls down, and the peach branch in his hand breaks into two.]

【Mr. Er smiled slightly, "Don't eat fish?"】

[Your figure gathers again not far away, and says in a sullen voice, "Practice!"]

[One year has passed, and there are still four years to go. ]

[Need to enter the Yang God realm and condense the destiny. 】

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On the official road south of Bianjing, five figures walked along, crushing the morning dew.

It is only fifty miles away from Bianjing.

In the front was a rider on a horse as white as snow, with a monk in white sitting on the saddle with a handsome face and wide sleeves fluttering in the wind like clouds.

The fat monk was holding the reins of the horse, beads of sweat glistening on his monastic scars, his entire body was sweating profusely, with only his upper body showing his big belly.

The burly monk carried a pagoda on his back, and the iron pole of the pagoda caused the stone slabs of the official road to sink slightly.

The thin monk leading the way was holding a machete with the handle wrapped in faded blood-stained cloth.

These were the four monks in the group.

At the end of the team, an old monk in gray robes walked steadily, and with each step he took, there was an afterimage under his feet - it was the world-famous Master Lianchi.

Although the team seems to be moving slowly, they can actually travel three to four hundred miles a day.

Lian Chi walked at the back but remained silent.

At this time!
The white-robed monk riding on the white horse pulled the horse's head back.

Everyone stopped.

"Hey, disciples, look up at the sky."

Four gates of heaven stood tall where the clouds had opened up, with colored glaze steps and garlands hanging as curtains, and the sound of Buddhist chanting and Taoism could be heard faintly from inside the gates.

The monk who walked forward with a machete in his hand had a gleam of light in his eyes and a fierce look in his eyes.

"Master, this is the Heavenly Gate recorded in Buddhism. Three thousand years ago, our Buddhist sect was not well-known, and the Taoist sect, the Demonic Sect, and the Qianyuan Empress ascended to heaven."

"Now, it is finally our Buddhist sect's turn. This life should be the day when Buddhism flourishes."

The fat monk who was leading the horse fell to the ground after hearing this, his cassock covered with dust: "Master, you are confused!"

"Ascension, you see there are only four heavenly gates, which means there are only four quotas. There are so many people in the world, Daqi Academy, Changsheng Tianmo Sect, Sanzhenyi Sect, and a master are eyeing them covetously. How can our Buddhist sect have a chance to win?"

Monk Pu Dao looked at the fat monk fiercely, "Then what do you say we should do?"

The fat monk's face became nervous when he saw this. He swallowed and took a half step back.

"Brother, why don't we go back home!"

The monk with the broadsword had already drawn his sword. "If you say another word, I will chop you down." The fat monk pursed his lips and was about to speak.

The burly monk carrying a Buddhist sutra pillar tried to smooth things over, "Big Brother, Second Brother, stop arguing!"

"We came all the way here just for this."

"We can't back down at the critical moment."

The fat monk said impatiently, "There are so many masters now. All ten sects in the world have come. Can the four of us handle it?"

"Not to mention the masters from the Central Plains, the gentlemen from the academy, and a magician, it's not like we haven't fought before."

"Big Brother, I was beaten so hard that I couldn't fight back."

After hearing this, the monk with the sword became furious and was about to raise his sword to chop the fat monk.

The white-robed monk on horseback spoke up to stop them, "Fellow brother, please don't kill."

The burly monk also stopped the two of them and said, "Big Brother, peace is the most important thing."

The fat monk was delighted to see that the two were on his side, "Not to mention the magic master, there was also that land dragon. We also fought against it, and Master was almost kidnapped."

"Big Brother, can you beat him?"

The monk with a simple sword had a fierce look in his eyes, but he remained silent.

The fat monk finally made the final decision, "So, why don't we just go back home and not get involved in this mess?"

"Wouldn't it be nice to go back to my temple and eat delicious food and drink spicy drinks?"

"It's not worth losing your life in vain."

The fat monk looked at the monk riding on the white horse and said, "Master, if you insist on going, why don't you let your disciple go back to the southern Buddhist country?"

The monk riding the white horse looked hesitant and his brows were furrowed.

The monk with the sword snorted coldly and drew his sword, "If they can't ascend, why can't we?"

The fat monk burst into tears, "Master, I still have an 80-year-old mother at home, and a newly married wife who has not yet left the secular world... I definitely cannot leave."

The burly monk held the furious monk with a sword in his left arm and grabbed the wailing fat monk with his right hand. The copper bells on the pagoda jingled loudly.

He looked at the white-horse monk helplessly: "Master, what do you think..."

Master Lianchi, who was standing behind him, looked as if he didn't know anything.

"Oh--"

The white-robed monk was pulled by several people and staggered, and finally fell off the white horse and fell to the ground.

As the dust flew, the monk with the sword had already grabbed his collar, and put the scabbard against his throat: "Whether you want to go or not, if you don't agree today, don't blame me for not respecting the relationship between master and disciple!"

The fat monk hugged the white-robed monk's thigh and said, "Master, we can't go!"

The burly monk hugged the monk with one hand and said, "Big Brother, how could you fight with the master?"

Someone grabbed the fat monk and said, "Second Brother, let's discuss this... What exactly is going on? You stand up and talk first."

The white-robed monk's robe was torn into pieces, his face turned red, and his brows showed more sorrow.

Suddenly I heard a Buddhist chant.

"Amitabha."

Master Lianchi's voice is like the morning bell of an ancient temple.

Everyone was frozen in place as if struck by lightning.

"Buddhist son, how many miles have we walked from the southern Buddhist country?"

The monk in white hurriedly straightened his clothes and clasped his hands together: "Master, I have traveled 14,000 miles."

Master Lianchi asked again, "How many miles have you walked alone on this journey, my friend?"

The monk in white counted with his fingers and suddenly showed a look of surprise: "I have traveled 103,000 miles."

After saying this, I was stunned!
He then stared intently at the four dazzling gates in the sky.

The white-robed monk's eyes were confused, "The gate of heaven has opened..."

Master Lianchi once said, "All appearances are false. If you see that all appearances are not appearances, you will see the Tathagata."

The white-robed monk was trembling all over, muttering to himself, "I have seen the Tathagata? ... I have seen the Tathagata."

"One hundred thousand three thousand miles..."

The white-robed monk suddenly sat down, picked up a flower and smiled.

“One lamp spreads to all lamps, and eventually all lamps shine.”

Before the three disciples could come to their senses, their bodies had already transformed into three streams of light.

The fierceness of the monk with the simple sword, the commercialism of the fat monk, and the kindness of the burly monk, at this moment, all are like rivers flowing into the sea. The same is true for the white horse, which has formed a lotus flower blooming above the white monk's head.

The aura of the white-robed monk suddenly rose, and a state and Zen spirit that surpassed the nine realms of martial arts and was above the Yuanshen and Yangshen appeared.

The monk in white stood up, his face solemn, like a Buddha walking in the world, and clasped his hands together, speaking respectfully towards the lotus pond.

"Thank you, uncle, for your protection along the way and for enlightening me at this critical moment."

Lianchi smiled and said, "Buddha, my ten years of trekking a hundred thousand miles have not been in vain. Today, I have conquered the four phases, realized my true nature, and entered the realm of the third fruit of Buddhism, Anagami. I am far away from the greed, anger, and ignorance of the desire world, and have achieved the fruit position."

This monk in white is Bukong, the Buddhist disciple who is praised by the Eastern Holy Sect as having survived for a thousand years.

When he was seventeen years old, he had already reached the ninth realm of martial arts, forged a glazed golden body of Brahma, and his soul had even achieved the realm of Yang God. The only thing missing was the opportunity to condense his destiny.

Bukong then gave birth to four external forms: a white horse, a monk with a simple sword, a fat monk, and a burly monk.

The clear eyes of Bukong Buddha looked up at the sky, "There are four fruits in Buddhism. The first fruit is to eliminate the doubts of seeing. The second fruit is to eliminate the doubts of thinking. The third fruit is to stay away from the greed, anger and ignorance of the desire world."

"The fourth-level Arhat is completely free from the cycle of life and death and reaches the state of Nirvana."

"In my Dongsheng Sect, dozens of great Zen masters over hundreds of generations have all reached the third fruit realm, but none have reached the fourth fruit."

Lian Chi looked at the four portals in the sky.

"Buddha, are we meeting by chance now?"

Bukong put his hands together and said solemnly, "Namo Amitabha, I have to accept it."

at this time.

Two figures came walking in the breeze, one in front and one behind, with steady steps.

"Congratulations, Buddha, for becoming one of the world's great masters."

The man who spoke had an elegant face, and it was the magician Xu Jiangxian. Behind him followed a middle-aged man with an ordinary temperament, and it was the "Land Dragon" Dugu Sheng.

Lianchi and Fozi looked calm, as if they had known about their arrival.

In fact!
The Demon Master and Dugu Sheng had been here for a long time. Not only did they not disturb them, they also secretly protected the Buddhist disciples to prevent them from being disturbed by outsiders.

Lian Chi clasped his hands together and nodded slightly: "Nice to meet you again, Donor Xu, Donor Dugu."

"Master Lianchi." The magician Xu Jiangxian smiled gently.

Bukong also looked at the two great masters of the world with curiosity. It was indeed true that they were both teachers and friends.

Dugu Sheng seemed a little embarrassed, a hint of unnaturalness flashed across his honest face. He raised his hand and touched the back of his head, and laughed dryly, as if he didn't know how to respond.

After all, he was born into a Buddhist sect, but also betrayed it. When he met the chief abbot and Buddhist disciples of the Dongsheng Sect, he looked somewhat embarrassed.

The magician got straight to the point and said with a smile, "I came here specifically to find you two, to ascend."

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