The Buddha is actually me

Chapter 270: The Spiritual Officer is Fierce, the Nine Cauldrons Refine the Heart

Kyoto, Taiping Temple.

The abbot was still playing chess in the bamboo sea, but this time he was not playing alone, but against a white-haired octogenarian.

The old man was holding the black chess piece, and his moves were getting slower and slower, with a frown on his face.

Obviously the situation is not favorable.

The abbot was reading a book and playing chess at the same time, looking relaxed and contented, as if he was not expending much effort.

"Master, I lost."

After the one hundred and thirty-sixth move, the old man resigned and called the young and handsome man "Master".

"Tianyuan, your chess skills have declined recently. In the past, you could play with me for 200 moves."

The Taiping Temple Master sighed, shook his head and said, "You must know that chess is in your heart. If your heart is filled with too many worldly thoughts, six desires and seven emotions, how can you see clearly what is right and what is wrong?"

"Master, I have learned from you, but..."

The octogenarian raised his eyes, not knowing whether to laugh or cry, and said, "My disciple is not Tianyuan. Senior Brother Tianyuan has been dead for seventeen years."

"That's it..."

"Yes, Master, I remember now. Tian Yuan was not very good at learning martial arts and died young at the age of 134."

"But birth, aging, sickness and death are just like the pieces on this chessboard. They are all rules that must be followed. There is no need to be sad, but you must take this as a warning, Xingzhen."

The abbot of Taiping Temple smiled casually and took the opportunity to educate his disciples.

The old man was silent for a moment, then said, "Master, I am not Junior Brother Xing Zhen either. I am Fang Yuan."

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"Haha."

He smiled awkwardly and was about to say something, but suddenly his eyes fixed, his laziness and casualness disappeared, and the chess book in his hand was closed.

"Master, how——"

"Shh!"

The abbot signaled him to be quiet and looked into the distance with deep eyes.

After a long while, he looked away and sighed, "That person finally made the third move."

The third move? Who?
The old man was puzzled, but did not ask. Having followed his master for nearly a hundred years, he knew his master's character too well.

No one can ask him about things he doesn't want to talk about.

"This is such a wonderful game of chess. I am increasingly confused about it."

The master of the temple sighed with a complicated look on his face, and no one knew what he was thinking.

"Master, is there anyone in this world who is better at chess than you?"

“There is always a mountain higher than the other.”

"But you are already the highest mountain."

“There are always things that are higher than the mountains.”

Seeing that his disciple wanted to ask more questions, the abbot reached out and tapped him.

This scene was very funny. A young man who looked to be in his twenties was knocking on the head of an octogenarian like an elder, and the other party was very respectful and did not dare to complain at all.

"Watching chess in silence, Tianyuan."

elder:"……"

Under the starry night, three streams of light flew towards Yangzhou, like three stars passing through the night sky.

Two of them were sword lights and one was a fire light.

The sword light naturally came from the two successors of the Sword Pavilion, Da Pei and Xiao Pei. They both practiced the secret sword-controlling technique of the Sword Pavilion. They could turn themselves into sword light and fly into the sky, which was equivalent to turning themselves into flying swords.

This technique is extremely fast and naturally consumes a lot of mana.

"Brother, we are almost unable to catch up with Yue Jianhou."

Pei Qingchi transmitted the message, looking at the golden flame whistling past the clouds and sky in front of him, with a hint of shock in his eyes.

Experts will know if there is one as soon as they take action.

This Yue Jianhou is worthy of being a sixth-level immortal. His magic power is so strong and overbearing that when he flies, it is as fast as wind and thunder. His escape technique is not very advanced, but she and her senior brother tried their best but could not catch up. They could only watch the tail of the golden flame disappear into the starry sky.

After learning that the Ghost Mother was hiding in Yangzhou, Yue Jianhou immediately volunteered. After getting permission from Zhuge Jianzheng, he flew out of Kyoto using escape techniques without any preparation.

The noise was so loud that even the guards in the palace were alarmed.

The emperor even sent people to ask.

Pei Qingchi, who had a clear sword mind, could feel that she was worried about the safety of Brother Zhang.

Even though she knew that the Ghost Mother had escaped, this ruthless and murderous female eunuch remained calm and composed, with the demeanor of a great general. Only when she volunteered to go to Yangzhou did she show obvious emotional fluctuations.

"Her escape technique is too fast. I'm afraid we can't keep up."

Pei Qianhuo was fine, but his junior sister was obviously struggling. Her realm was still a little low, and the magic power of the third realm was indeed limited.

He immediately slowed down, thinking that he would never be able to catch up with that terrifyingly strong woman, but he didn't expect to see Yue Ling again a moment later.

She stood on golden flames, wearing silver armor, standing above the clouds, her cloak fluttering wildly. Even with a purple gold crown binding her hair, the wind still blew up the strands of her hair.

He has a handsome face and a heroic appearance. The most amazing thing is the golden vertical pupil between his eyebrows, which emits golden rays of light and is staring into the distance in a trance.

"Master Yue, are you waiting for us?"

Pei Qianhuo felt a little embarrassed, and Pei Qingchi also looked ashamed.

The gap in strength cannot be made up even by the sword-wielding technique.

"I'm not waiting for you, but the direction of Yangzhou makes me feel dangerous."

Yue Ling stared into the distance, her golden vertical pupils seemed to sense a sense of crisis and were giving her a warning. Even though they were thousands of miles apart, she seemed to be able to feel a certain aura that made her tremble with fear.

It was hard to explain, but even the golden flame of the Mingwang that she was so proud of had a strange fluctuation and became very active.

"Danger?"

"Could it be that the ghost mother appeared?"

Pei Qingchi's eyes narrowed. If the Ghost Mother recovered her cultivation, she would have reached the sixth realm.

"Not the ghost mother."

Yue Ling said firmly: "The Ghost Mother definitely doesn't have such great power. There must be a more powerful person in Yangzhou."

There was a hint of excitement in Pei Qianhuo's eyes, and the sword ball was trembling in his stomach. He was not afraid, but was eager to try.

Pei Qingchi glared at him and said, "Master Yue, do you want to find more helpers?"

If it was just the Ghost Mother, with Yue Ling here, plus them and Brother Zhang, dealing with it shouldn't be a problem. But if it was a being stronger than the Ghost Mother, then they would have to think carefully.

Yue Ling took out the token from his waist, handed it to them and said, "You go back to the White Tiger Pavilion of the Imperial Observatory to mobilize people. I will go ahead."

After saying that, without waiting for the two to speak, she performed the escape technique again, her body turned into golden flames, and flew away like a meteorite. Wherever she passed, she left a long wave of fire in the air.

"What a resolute and heroic woman!"

Pei Qingchi looked at her back and couldn't help but sigh. In addition to praise, there was also a hint of strangeness in his eyes. They were both women of extraordinary talent. She seemed calm, but in fact she was also proud, and she began to compare with her.

It’s a pity that she was born ten years later, and the gap between them is so huge now.

"Junior sister, let's go quickly, my sword is thirsty!"

Pei Qianhuo laughed, as if he never knew sorrow, and said: "Let's finish the fight soon and go back soon, Master's peach wine should be ripe again..."

Pei Qingchi sighed softly, wishing that his senior brother could be half as reliable as Brother Zhang.

……

Boom!

The sky above Ganquan Mountain has turned into an ocean of thunder and fire.

Two figures can be vaguely seen shuttling back and forth in the thunder and fire. One of them has a red face and curly beard, holding a golden whip, and riding on two wind and fire wheels that are the fastest in the world and can chase light and lightning.

Every time the whip fell, there was a huge fire from the sky that spread for thousands of miles, just like a volcano erupting and the sky collapsing, it was extremely powerful.

All the evil spirits in Yangzhou trembled in fear. Although they didn't know what was happening, they felt an inexplicable extreme fear in their hearts.

It was as if a natural enemy had arrived.

But the crazy old man was not completely powerless to fight back. Although he was at a disadvantage, his fists became more powerful. His whole body was shining like a rainbow and golden light was flowing on his fists.

With one punch, even thunder and fire would be turned into dust, and it could even create cracks in the void. It was incredibly powerful.

Such a punch is enough to suppress the world and even the highest level of immortal golden body cannot withstand it.

Follow the will of heaven and you will be a human being; go against the will of heaven and you will be an immortal.

The crazy old man's fist intention is to be immortal. He wants to seize the fortune of heaven and earth, the mysteries of the sun and the moon. He wants to smash the nine shackles and ascend to the sky step by step. Even if he is as small as an ant, he dares to punch the sky!
But even with such a heaven-defying fist intent, it was defeated step by step under the golden whip, and suffered setbacks again and again. Drops of blood fell from the fist that was covered with fairy light.

The blood passed through the layers of thunder and fire, and smashed onto the vast earth like meteorites, leaving behind terrifying caves that exuded a fierce aura.

Some rivers even evaporate directly into mist.

Although the blood disappeared, the fist force remained, and it caused the mountains and rivers to change shape, and the rivers to turn into mist, with the potential to change the world.

The temple keeper was also a spiritual practitioner. He stared at this scene in a daze for a long time, and was horrified to the extreme.

He had heard people say that when one reaches a very high level of spiritual practice, a drop of blood is enough to exorcise demons, and a strand of hair is enough to cut off a mountain.

He originally thought it was just a joke after all, even a real person in the sixth realm could not achieve such a level, but now he realized it was actually true.

What realm is that crazy old man who looks like a beggar in?
The seventh realm or the eighth realm?

However, as powerful as he was, he was ultimately no match for Lord Lingguan.

No wonder Taoist Zhang often told him that Lord Lingguan was the Taoist guardian god of war, extremely powerful and domineering, and would protect every cultivator who devoted himself to Taoism, with extraordinary powers.

"kill!!"

"Anyone who attempts to destroy my Yuding Palace will be killed without mercy!!"

The crazy old man had gone completely crazy. His body was covered with wounds, his clothes were scorched, and most of his hair was burnt. However, his infinite potential was stimulated. The Eightfold Jade Ding Mysterious Art was pushed to the extreme, and he had the ability to move mountains and fill the sea.

The three-legged and two-eared Nine-Dragon Cauldron actually changed from a virtual image into a real object, as if he had pulled it out of the long river of time and brought it briefly into the world.

Refine the false into the true.

The immortal cauldron is several feet high, with dazzling immortal light, as if it is filled with the fortune and immeasurable merits passed down by Yuding Mountain for thousands of years. It is a well-deserved holy object that guards the religion.

But he directly took it as a weapon in his hand and smashed it towards the golden whip.

clang! clang! clang! clang!
The roar was so loud that it shook the heavens and the earth, covering up the thunder.

Wang Lingguan took on the responsibility without giving in, and did not retreat a single step. His indestructible golden whip smashed several dents on the immortal cauldron, and the heavenly fire even spread to the body of the cauldron, trying to melt it into molten iron.

Outside the Lingxiao Palace, he did not retreat even when facing the Monkey King. No matter how powerful the crazy old man is, how can he make Wang Lingguan retreat?

Even though he is unable to display his full strength after coming to this world, he still possesses the arrogance of the Great Spiritual Officer of Dutian.

The crazy old man's knuckles were already cracked, and blood had dyed one foot of the immortal cauldron red. He kept coughing up blood, and his unparalleled fist intent to defy the heavens and kill the immortals was gradually cooling down.

Strength cannot last forever.

Wang Lingguan slapped the dragon-binding rope around his waist.

Roar!
The golden rope transformed into an old dragon god, able to summon the wind and rain, fly through the clouds and chase lightning. It wrapped around the crazy old man's bruised and battered body, and kept tightening.

The dragon head tore apart the layer of protective fairy light and bit the crazy old man's neck.

Although the crazy old man tried his best to break free, his supernatural power that was enough to move mountains and break cliffs was unable to shake the Dragon Binding Rope. Every time he tried to hold on slightly, he would be exhausted again.

He roared loudly, but his voice became smaller and smaller because the dragon-binding rope was getting tighter and tighter, even pressing on his chest, greatly affecting his voice.

The crazy old man's eyes were a little dazed.

"Xian, you are Xian..."

"The ninth picture, the ninth picture..."

"Fire dragon, water tiger, sun crow, moon rabbit, three barriers of success and failure, big and small cauldrons..."

He muttered to himself, and he seemed to see the Jade Tripod Nine Immortals Picture again, arranged in front of him one by one from low to high.

"The holy fetus is being nurtured, the baby is present, the five qi converge, and the yang spirit is born..."

Pictures from the first to the eighth flashed through his mind one by one, and finally stopped at the ninth picture, which he had been trying to figure out for countless years.

"Nine Cauldrons... Refining the Heart..."

Under the oppression of Wang Lingguan, the crazy old man actually fell into some extremely rare enlightenment. The pure yang magic power in his body was boiling, and he wanted to forcibly understand the last picture and ascend to the ninth realm of immortality!
His accumulation of experience was profound. Countless years of contemplation, a flash of inspiration when he was possessed by the devil, and the explosion of potential between life and death, actually made him realize something.

"Ninth level...Open!!"

He roared angrily, and his long hair flew up into the sky. The immortal cauldron seemed to have undergone some changes. Nine immortal pictures appeared on the cauldron. The first eight were very clear, but the ninth was blurry.

Roar!
He actually stretched the Dragon Binding Rope apart, but the crazy old man didn't care, his eyes emitting golden light, trying to see the ninth picture clearly.

However, with a scream, blood gushed out of his eyes, and his pupils exploded into a bloody mist, looking extremely terrifying.

The power of breaking through the realm suddenly stopped, and the effort was in vain.

But this breakthrough seemed to have briefly restored his consciousness. He stopped fighting and flew in a certain direction.

Wang Lingguan just watched from the sidelines and did not take any action. It seemed that he also wanted to see if this person could break through and become an immortal, but unfortunately, that person failed.

Whoosh!
The wind-fire wheel under his feet surged, and Wang Lingguan's figure instantly broke through the cloud barrier, leaving behind a brilliant wave of fire, and chased towards the crazy old man like lightning.

The crazy old man's escape technique is very advanced. Sometimes he transforms into a crane, sometimes into a golden roc. Each time he transforms, he is extremely fast in the world, and his movements are varied and mysterious.

But nothing can escape the eyes of those golden and fiery ones.

Soon, the crazy old man will be caught up.

But he suddenly fell down into a lake.

Shenju Mountain and Yinyang Lake.

Without any hesitation, Wang Lingguan also escaped into the lake. The flames on the Wind Fire Wheel even boiled the unfathomable Yin Yang Lake, and it took a long time to calm down.

As for the human skin of the corpse-reincarnated immortal and the ancient Buddhist scripture tower, they remained quiet from beginning to end, and no one dared to move at all.

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(End of this chapter)