Donghuang Ziji

Chapter 392 Sandalwood Collection

"what happened?"

Bo Jiafan looked at Candanzang, somewhat curious as to why he suddenly looked around.

"Someone just mentioned the Lord of the Corpse Forest, and then I felt a gaze..."

Chandanzang did not hide anything. Hearing what the other party said, Bo Jiafan was stunned for a moment, and then smiled and said, "Brother, you are proficient in several great teachings, and have learned a lot of holy Buddha teachings. In this snowy mountain, within the coverage of my Pure Land, everyone who prays to the Lord of the Cemetery will point to you. I guess this time it was a devout believer who made a wish and brought about the change."

Upon hearing this, Chandanzang did not respond, but silently sensed the connection between his white bone mandala and the pure land around him.

Shao Siming, who had already left behind a layout, sensed the subtle fluctuation and slightly dispersed the mist.

The essence of this fog is to conceal. Ordinary fourth-grade cultivators cannot sense it. Even if they do notice it, they can easily be misled by the surrounding environment.

Therefore, after confirming that there were changes in the white bone mandala he built and Bo Jiafan's pure land, Cangdanzang just glanced at Bo Jiafan and said nothing more.

Seeing that the other party did not intend to continue to explore, Shao Siming secretly breathed a sigh of relief: "This guy has a very keen perception, and from what Bo Jiafan said, this guy is not comparable to an ordinary fourth-grade cultivator in terms of both status and cultivation. We need to be careful."

Thinking of this, Shao Siming contacted Feifei and others again and asked them to be careful.

At the same time, Shao Siming also asked Feifei about the information of the Jingnian lineage of the Jingguang Goddess and Sandalwood Zang.

"The Pure Mind lineage? You are talking about Senior Brother Lekong. Have you met him?"

The Goddess of Pure Light was quite surprised. After she finished speaking, she looked at the somewhat panicked Feifei and immediately knew that Shao Siming's contact was a single line or one-time, so she told Feifei Shao Siming the information she knew.

According to the description of the Goddess of Pure Light, Monk Liaokong had an extremely high level of cultivation, having reached the fourth level three hundred years ago. Later, he defeated the demonic sect of the Western Regions. Although his methods were extreme, his cultivation had indeed improved.

"According to the speculation of several teachers of the Putuo lineage, he should have begun to explore the third level realm. However, just like he couldn't let go of his friends back then, Brother Liaokong's inner demons should be his fellow disciples of the Putuo lineage. Senior Xuxuan even commented on Brother Liaokong: Liaokong Liaokong. His teacher hoped that he would let go completely and enter a state of emptiness and freedom from worries. However, this stubborn donkey never let go, causing us to worry about it all the time and not be able to have peace of mind."

"As for the sandalwood treasure..."

The Pure Light Goddess thought for a while and whispered, "I don't have a very clear understanding of the information about the Tantric monks. I only know some famous figures, but the name of this Sandalwood Zang is a bit special."

"It is said that there were 500 Arhats around the Buddha, among whom the seventh Arhat was named Venerable Candanagarbha. Some Buddhist scriptures also refer to him as King Tantric Nita or King Kanisika. In the Buddhist scriptures, he was originally the king of Yuezhi. He once attacked Magadha to demand Asanga Bodhisattva and the Buddha's bowl. Later, he actively spread Buddhism, repented, practiced diligently, and attained the Arhat fruit."

"Yes, in some scriptures, this Venerable Sandalwood King is also called the second king who protects the Dharma together with Ashoka."

At this point, Pure Light Goddess thought of something and added, "Oh, I remember a teacher once told me that some of the Tantric Buddhist traditions like to worship the Buddha and regard themselves as Buddha, Bodhisattva, Arhat, or Vajra. Therefore, some Tantric practitioners call themselves Arhat Master, Dharma King, or Living Buddha, in order to intercept the faith of the Buddhas."

"After the Buddhist magic school influenced the Tantric Buddhism, this group of monks began to become the mainstream. They were even able to respond to the prayers of believers and promote the name of the Buddha. So this Sandalwood Zang may be trying to steal the power of the Venerable Sandalwood Zang King."

After receiving this information, Shao Siming, combined with the means that Bo Jiafan and Cang Tanzang demonstrated during their communication to gain faith within a certain range, felt that this possibility was not small. He walked around Bo Jiafan's temple twice, left some backup plans, and then planned to leave to discuss the subsequent handling methods with Ling Miao and others.

Just as she started to move, a sound of gold colliding was heard from the hall. Carefully looking over, Shao Siming saw that Bo Jiafan had knocked over dozens of gold objects, and his face was filled with anger.

"Hmph! What a great Chantan Zang! He is indeed a man of eloquence who was praised in his early years. He even deceived me and made me say that I would give the relic to him first. However, does he think that he is still a member of the royal family of the great country in the Western Regions and the respected Master Miaoyan Lianhua? Your family has been destroyed, and you have become a dog without a home, yet you still dare to play tricks on me..."

As he spoke, Buddha's light surged around Bo Jiafan, and he seemed to be doing something, but the light stopped halfway. The short and fat man glanced angrily in the direction of the White Bone Mandala and muttered to himself in a low voice.

"No, this guy has learned a lot of holy Buddha's methods from me, but I haven't learned all the three great Buddhist teachings that were passed down from his lineage. If we fall out now, I will have to make too much of a sacrifice. I have to be patient for a while, just a little longer..."

Bo Jiafan, who kept admonishing himself, became angrier and angrier. Finally, he opened a corner of the Pure Land and walked down.

Shao Siming hurriedly followed and saw the boundless scene of purgatory.

Above this area where tens of thousands of dead souls are wailing, various prototypes of legal concepts that contain the concept of hell are condensed.

Shao Siming could feel that these hell laws were not deliberately condensed, but were the result of the despair accumulated by the people who had been tortured here for a long time, sublimated through their wailings.

This makes hell both a place of despair and a place that breeds pain, causing even more torture to the souls trapped here.

After observing the ghosts more carefully, Shao Siming discovered that many of them had strange auras. From the perspective of cause and effect and fate, they seemed to be related to the sandalwood.

After discovering this, Shao Siming had some guesses in his mind, and then he was shocked by Bo Jiafan's behavior.

The Tantric monk poured out a pool of half-gold and half-red liquid from a golden bottle. Suddenly, a slightly distorted Sanskrit sound was heard, and then wisps of Buddha's light hung down in the void.

"Is this... a fragment of Dao Fruit? But why does the aura seem a bit strange, and the power inside is also a bit distorted..."

Shao Siming was a little confused, and then he saw Bo Jiafan open the seven golden bottles and pour out the golden liquid inside.

In an instant, eight slightly distorted Buddhist sounds echoed all around, and the wailing souls below let out even more miserable and desperate cries. The many hell laws that had just taken shape also began to boil over, and some even began to be further improved.

But soon, these ghosts were influenced and assimilated by the liquids, and gradually covered with a golden shell.

The slowly rising power of the hell law was stimulated by this and also subsided for a short while.

But just when those dead souls were about to be assimilated by the liquid and completely absorb the power, Bo Jiafan took action to peel the liquid off their bodies.

The whole process may not be much better for those dead souls than lingchi.

The dead souls, stripped of part of their essence, fell into hell incompletely, uttering powerless cries.

Bo Jiafan carefully observed the messy and twisted fragments of the Dao Fruit in his hand, and after making sure that there was no problem, he threw down a silver bowl, scattering the pure water condensed from countless wishes, and began to repair the bodies of those dead souls.

(End of this chapter)