Perfect World: Reincarnation

Chapter 9: Thousand-leaf Lotus, Eight Forms of Scattered Buddha

After a huge crowd, all the young talents from all races successfully entered the entrance of the vortex.

For a moment, the square became quiet, and creatures of all races waited quietly.

The silence didn't last long.

But suddenly, a red light fell from the sky in the square, and a huge black bird with a broken beak and a mouth full of blood appeared with a bang, raising a cloud of dust.

As soon as it appeared, it was terrified and kept saying, "Oh my god, it's so scary, that bald guy is so scary, he actually wants me to be turned into a bird stick."

"What's going on?" Many creatures in the square looked over.

"What on earth did it encounter? It was so scared." All kinds of creatures were very curious, and at the same time they began to frown and started to worry about the younger generations of their own clan.

Could it be that there is a ferocious monster among them?

"Kid, what's wrong with you?" A huge black bird jumped out.

Obviously, this is an elder in his clan.

"Bald, there is a bald, he is so scary, if it weren't for the life-saving talisman, I would have turned into a bird stick without a mouth, legs or wings."

Bald head? Isn't this the symbol of Western religion?

Upon hearing this important information, many creatures in the square turned their eyes towards Zhangliu.

"You must give me an explanation." The elder of the dark bird clan looked at Zhang Liu and questioned in a cold tone.

After a brief inspection, he saw that it had only just entered the formation stage, so there was no reason to be afraid of it.

Furthermore, now that this matter concerns Meng Chen, the entire Western Church is behind him.

So he puffed out his chest and raised his head, his eyebrows raised high, and said arrogantly: "In a battle between geniuses, casualties are inevitable, not to mention that it is not dead."

"You!" The elder of the big bird clan was furious, and his powerful momentum burst out in an instant, as if he was about to take action.

"Why are you trying to take action? Don't think that we, the Western Church, are afraid of you." Zhang Liu's eyes were solemn, and his aura became increasingly overbearing.

"Fellow Daoist, this is the rule. If you are afraid that your disciples will be killed or injured, why bother bringing them here?" Fengshenzi looked at the dark bird and said in a deep voice, his words full of power.

The status of Western religion in Xuanyu is self-evident, and the latter can hardly be compared with it.

Naturally, Fengshen Zi would not become enemies with the former because of the latter. After all, he had informed them of the risks before the secret realm was opened.

The elders of the dark bird clan could only suppress their anger upon seeing this.

Without strength, you have no right to speak, let alone the qualifications to compete with others.

In the end, it could only leave with its injured disciple unwillingly.

In the following time, red beams of light kept appearing in the square. Each time they appeared, it meant that someone had used the life-saving talisman, and most of them were dying or disabled.

When someone asks who did it, most creatures will think carefully and say with horror: "It was a bald man in orange."

He looks harmless, but he is extremely brutal when he attacks.

……

In the secret realm, Meng Chen walked slowly through the mountains and rivers that looked like a fairyland.

Along the way, he encountered many creatures who attacked him.

The result is nothing more than death or escape, and he has not yet encountered anyone who can make him exert even a little effort.

As his terrifying strength and fierce methods were gradually exposed, the creatures hiding in the dark spread the news from one to ten, and from ten to a hundred.

A rumor started to spread like wildfire: There is a bald man in orange clothes, who is extremely cruel and must not be provoked, otherwise you will be disabled if not killed.

As a result, in Meng Chen's subsequent explorations, he did not encounter any creatures that dared to attack him.

Suddenly, a fragrance wafted into his nose. Meng Chen stopped to search, and after locking the direction, he walked towards the depths of the forest in front of him on the right.

"It's actually Qianye Baolian!"

Deep in the forest, on the hillside, Meng Chen discovered the source of the fragrance through the sparse branches and leaves.

It has many orange-yellow petals, dark green and thick stems, which are embedded in the rock layer and bloom particularly gorgeously. According to legend, a long time ago, there was a fairy monk who planted lotus flowers under his footsteps. Wherever he went, there would be lotus flowers blooming. This lotus has a huge and beautiful crown. Because of the many petals, it was named "Thousand-Leafed Lotus" by later generations!
It has another name, also called the Golden Lotus from the Ground!

In a sense, this thousand-petaled precious lotus is the evolution of a trace of the immortal monk's spiritual energy.

Although it cannot turn the dead into new bones, it contains great opportunities.

If the opportunity is sufficient, one will definitely be able to comprehend the invincible method left behind by the legendary immortal monk.

Only what you hold in your own hands and digest can be considered an opportunity!

To prevent any accidents, Meng Chen jumped up and picked it up as soon as possible.

Afterwards, he found a hidden cave and sat cross-legged like a bell.

He sacrificed the newly acquired Thousand-Leaf Lotus and had it hover above his head.

Meng Chen closed his eyes and entered a state of meditation, reaching a state of enlightenment.

In an instant, the swirling thousand-petal lotus turned into wisps of rune threads and sank into his brow.

He concentrated his spirit and looked ahead. The runes that flowed into his brows gradually shone and moved, slowly combining into eight illusory monks making seals.

The seals they made were extremely profound and each one was different.

Slowly, the illusory monks who had formed the seals moved, starting from the opening posture and practicing one by one from the beginning.

Meng Chen was extremely focused and imitated his movements and made hand seals.

After a round of imitation, he had memorized every seal movement.

But his intuition told him that something was wrong, as if something was missing.

Meng Chen himself formed eight seals one by one, but only their forms were visible, not their spirits.

This is his soul evolving through seals.

In reality, the body is also forming seals, synchronizing with the spirit within the body.

I don’t know how long it had been, but just when Meng Chen was in distress, the monks made up of runes suddenly dispersed.

The scattered runes still shine, and they are reorganized again...

“Is this a mental method?”

The runes were reorganized to form a scripture.

Although the text of this scripture does not belong to the present world, Meng Chen was able to decipher it based on his obscure and profound memory.

The four characters of the Eight Forms of Sanfo are very eye-catching.

"It's actually the legendary Eight Styles of Scattered Buddha." Meng Chen was shocked and a little bit unbelievable.

Western religion is considered a branch of the lineage passed down by immortal monks, and what it inherits is the immortal monks' teachings.

It’s a pity that the inheritance is limited and most of them have been lost.

Meng Chen also learned about these secrets by reading ancient books of the sect.

Among them is a rough record of the Eight Postures of Scattering Buddha.

Meng Chen was extremely excited. The Eight Styles of Scattering Buddha was a long-lost transcendental magical skill, one of the supreme methods of the immortal monks, with extremely strong attack power!

Having already mastered the moves skillfully, now that I have understood the mental method, I can achieve twice the result with half the effort.

As the scriptures were gradually understood, they also turned into specks of stars and disappeared.

Soon, Meng Chen combined the moves and quickly understood the entire scripture.

The scriptures that were reflected around the soul also disappeared completely, as if they had never appeared.

Meng Chen opened his eyes. Although he looked young and petite, at this moment he had a dignified appearance and made a sacred seal, like a little war Buddha!
Eight Styles of Sanfo! Even Jin Chanzi, the leader of the Western Sect, did not have it.

Now, he had obtained it miraculously and mastered it.

(End of this chapter)