This is not how immortals cultivate

Chapter 417 When dealing with such extraterrestrial demons, there's no need to talk about chivalry or honor.

Behind the temple, in a secluded spot, lies a lotus pond nestled quietly amidst the mountain mists.

The pool water was as clear as the sky, yet even more transparent. There was no sand or mud at the bottom; only a faint golden light emanated from the unfathomable depths, reflecting the entire body of water as flowing glass. Countless tiny swastikas seemed to swirl in the shimmering waves.

Many fallen leaves and petals touched the water's surface, seemingly suspended in mid-air, neither sinking nor being stirred by the wind, just floating quietly, unnoticed and untended.

Dust is not dust, why bother to wipe it away?

No ordinary lotus grows in the pond, except for a single nine-grade golden lotus rooted in the void. Its roots do not touch the water, and its leaves are free from dust. It stands tall and pure, like a lamp before a Buddha.

Its lotus stems are like jade, its lotus leaves like gold, and its lotus flowers like a boundary, with fine Buddhist light flowing through every vein of its leaves.

To the average person, one can faintly hear the sound of chanting; to the person with affinity, one can see a Bodhisattva with lowered brows and a Buddha holding up a flower; to the person with demonic thoughts, one can see a Vajra with wrathful eyes and the Eight Heavenly Dragons.

Under the Bodhi tree, an old monk, dressed in an old kasaya, sat quietly as a rock.

Abbot Huixing of Dajue Temple.

His body was thin and frail, seemingly blending into the roots of the ancient tree. His robe was covered with patches, yet it appeared more solemn than any fine silk or gold.

The old monk had a thin, brittle face, and his forehead was dull and lackluster. He was unremarkable in appearance and could not be compared to the brightly dressed cultivators of the Upper Three Realms like Ji Wuzhou and Bai Wuyan. Only his large hands were particularly striking.

His palms were thick and fleshy, his knuckles were rugged like old pine branches, and his palms were smooth and lustrous like jade, giving him a strong and powerful appearance.

A string of polished Bodhi seed beads hangs on the wrist, swaying slightly with each breath. Each bead reflects different light and shadow, and upon closer inspection, they reveal thirty-six miniature images of Buddhas.

The image of the tall donkey is immediately established, making people want to speak properly after seeing it.

Ji Wuzhou nodded secretly, as did Xiang Yuan. Amidst the swaying shadows of the trees, they looked again at Abbot Huixing's face, where wrinkles were etched like carvings, and each furrow held a profound Zen wisdom.

Especially those two white, drooping tails. At first, I didn't think much of them, but now that I look at them, wow, they're amazing. When they sway gently in the wind, they look like two white dragons that have come to life.

"Abbot, the Heavenly Sect Master and Young Sect Master have arrived."

Lingxiu bowed respectfully, awakening Abbot Huixing, who seemed to be in a long slumber.

Huixing opened his eyes, his pupils were dim and yellow, and his eyelids drooped, making him look quite old. He slowly got up and saw Ji Wuzhou and Xiang Yuan bowing. He quickly put his hands together in return and said, "This humble monk is Huixing. I am grateful for your presence, benefactors."

At this point, he said to Lingxiu, who was waiting nearby, "This humble monk wishes to discuss Zen with the two benefactors. You should go elsewhere and not disturb the tranquility of this place."

“Abbot, I also have some Buddhist teachings that I have not yet fully comprehended. I wish to stay here as an observer. I hope you will grant my request.” Lingxiu shook her head slightly.

"Very well, since you are so determined, even if I banish you, you will return."

Huixing stopped insisting and stared at the two guests from the Heavenly Sect. He waved his monk's robe, set up two prayer mats, and invited Ji Wuzhou and Xiang Yuan to take their seats.

"No need to trouble the abbot."

"Bring your own chair."

Ji Wuzhou and Xiang Yuan shook their heads and waved their hands in unison, each taking out a futon and sitting down.

This move was somewhat disrespectful, clearly a precaution taken. Huixing wasn't annoyed, took back the prayer mat, and sat down with Lingxiu.

The four sat facing each other. Huixing lowered his eyebrows and swayed in the wind. He got straight to the point and said, "You two must have come here because you have foreseen something."

"Yes."

Seeing that Huixing had spoken frankly, Ji Wuzhou also did not mince words, saying directly: "I have received information that Dajue Temple is being manipulated by someone who intends to change the dynasty and rebel against the world. I have come to the abbot to verify this, hoping that Dajue Temple will stop in time and prove its innocence."

As he spoke, he pointed arrogantly to the east.

"..." x2
Although they didn't know what message Ji Wuzhou had received, Huixing and Lingxiu nodded and remained silent for a while.

You are not the one destined to be here! x2
Ji Wuzhou sensed something was amiss, turned and glared at the disciple, demanding he explain himself.

Say something, it's so awkward!
Xiang Yuan, with his eyes fixed on his nose and his nose focused on his heart, adopted the posture of an old monk in deep meditation, failing to see Ji Wuzhou's righteously angry gaze.

After a moment of awkward silence, Xiang Yuan finally broke out of his meditation and said, "I have a question. Since the abbot knew that someone was coming, why did he have my nephew talk so much on the way? Was he deliberately leaking information about the extraterrestrial demons?"

“You are indeed a person destined for Buddhism, with superior aptitude, deep-rooted wisdom, and great intelligence.” Huixing nodded and smiled faintly.

Ji Wuzhou: []
What do you mean? Are you saying I'm brainless?

I used to have a lot of respect for Gao Lv!

Hui Xing readily admitted that it was true that he had been possessed by an extraterrestrial demon.

A demon from beyond the realm descended upon the Qianyuan Realm. Huixing stepped forward to stop it, but because he had demonic thoughts in his heart and defilement in his Buddhist heart, he was possessed by the demon from beyond the realm, which allowed the demon to descend upon the Qianyuan Realm.

The extraterrestrial demon never descended upon the Qianyuan Realm in its true form. Huixing, with his cultivation at the Upper Three Realms, remained calm even when the demon entered his body. He returned to the back mountain of Dajue Temple, facing the lotus pond with his back to the Bodhi tree, and chanted sutras for the demon within him every day, attempting to drive it mad.

The result was not good. The Heavenly Demon was already insane, and it didn't feel anything after listening to the Buddhist scriptures. On the contrary, Huixing suffered. Not only was he unable to suppress the Heavenly Demon, but he also caused trouble for the entire Dajue Temple. All the Buddhist cultivators were at risk of falling into demonic possession.

No problem. Huixing is no stranger to the world. He can easily expel a demon that has entered his body from outside the region by calling on his friends.

The waters of the Qianyuan Realm run deep. If the extraterrestrial demons leave, that's fine. But if they don't, their good days are yet to come!

Calling on friends and acquaintances is not difficult; the key is choosing who to ask for help.

Huixing calculated with his fingers and realized that fortune and misfortune are intertwined; whether it is danger or opportunity, there is no need to force it, as a destined person will come to visit. He then wrote down his possession by an extraterrestrial demon and sent Lingxiu out to cause a ruckus, demonstrating that Dajue Temple had been acting strangely lately.

Whoever can sense the strangeness, whoever can foresee this matter, is the destined one to come and exorcise the demon.

Xiang Yuan sensed something strange and consulted Bai Wuyan for divination, who said he was the destined one.

Xiang Yuan was embarrassed upon hearing this. Even when asking for help, he was being picky and demanding. Was Gao Lv really not afraid of death?
"What kind of demon is he, and why did he approach the abbot? Have you spoken with him?" Xiang Yuan wondered, trying to extract some information.

As far as he knew, the extraterrestrial demons had always been at odds with the Door-Crack Sword Master. The extraterrestrial demons imprisoned or expelled by the latter could circle the Sword Heart Sect twice. Why didn't they seek revenge on the Door-Crack Sword Master, but instead descended upon Gao Lu's doorstep? Was there some hidden reason behind this?

"This demon is named Paranirmitavasavartin, and he has not mentioned his purpose for coming."

"..."

That name sounds familiar; I feel like I've heard it somewhere before.

Xiang Yuan's pretty face tightened, pretending that he was hearing about it for the first time. He had met the so-called Hua Zizaitian before. The unlucky demon who was controlled by Chan'er from beginning to end was called that.

Furthermore, there are rumors circulating that the King Demon Palace's inheritance is the "Heavenly Demon Transformation Technique," and the cold-blooded demonic state is somewhat similar to this inheritance. Previously, when he transformed, he was even misunderstood by Ana Heiyan.

This female villain was rich and generous, and her name was also very distinctive, which is why Xiang Yuan remembered her very clearly.

Getting back to the main point, Xiang Yuan, Xiao Lingyue, and Chan'er teamed up to enter the Taixu Realm, where they encountered the Hehua Zizaitian. This extraterrestrial demon was obsessed with Chan'er and was willing to expend a precious Reincarnation Relic to descend to his true form in order to kidnap Chan'er and take her to the Demon Realm.

He was so controlled that he became withdrawn and left feeling depressed.

Xiang Yuan thought the matter was over and done with, but unexpectedly, Hua Zizaitian was relentless and actually chased him all the way to Qianyuan Realm.

In short, Abbot Huixing has finally found his destined person.

Xiang Yuan is the best husband in the world to Chan'er. When the extraterrestrial demons chased him to the Qianyuan Realm and kidnapped him, he had no reason to let it go. He was determined to kill them today.

"Does the young sect master know about the Transformation Heaven?" Hui Xing keenly noticed that Xiang Yuan's eyes changed when he heard this name.

He picked up the butcher's knife!

"When I was young and ignorant, I learned some of the methods of the Demon King's Palace. In a way, I do have some connection with the Heaven of Transformation." Xiang Yuan narrowed his eyes, his gaze cold and ruthless, with a hint of crimson blood and corpses churning within.

"This humble monk is ignorant of demonic arts, and only knows a little about Buddhism. The demonic arts practiced by the young sect leader are not inherited from the King Demon Palace."

Monks do not lie, and Huixing did not tolerate Xiangyuan's falsehoods at all. Just as he was about to say something more, he suddenly put his hands together, nodded and smiled faintly, and a fierce look gradually appeared between his brows: "This humble monk has exhausted his strength. The two of you have come at just the right time. If I offend you in the future, I hope you will forgive me."

As he spoke, he softly chanted a Buddhist prayer.

“Amitabha…”

boom!
A loud bang suddenly rang out, causing the pool water to ripple slightly.

Before Huixing could finish speaking, Lingxiu leaped up, her body transforming into a streak of light and lightning, and unleashed a powerful Vajra Kick that struck her master squarely in the face.

With a tooth-grinding impact, Huixing's body flew backward like a ripped sack. Where the golden afterimage swept past, a large area of ​​distorted black space suddenly opened up, showing that this attack was powerful and heavy, without the slightest hesitation or mercy.

No wonder he didn't say anything for so long; he was holding back a big move!
The Bodhi tree was snapped in half by Huixing. As the trunk burst open, the flying wood chips rubbed against the air at high speed, and the upper half spontaneously combusted in mid-air, turning into a rain of fire.

Abbot Huixing continued his momentum, crashing through three stone walls in succession, soaring high into the distance, and finally embedding himself in the mountain wall three hundred feet away with a loud bang. Countless fragments of rock, along with dust, shot into the sky, causing the entire mountain to tremble.

Smoke billowed, dust flew everywhere, making Ji Wuzhou's eyelids twitch wildly. Comparing the two, his nominal disciple Xiang Yuan was quite good.

Just as he was about to say a few words of praise, he saw Xiang Yuan's eyes light up, and he looked thoughtful.

Young Sect Master, calm down! Learning everything will only harm you!

Ji Wuzhou was overthinking it. Xiang Yuan's eyes did indeed shine with Lingxiu's spirit, and he did indeed kick his master hard, but this master had nothing to do with him. He was some kind of dim-witted person whose name he couldn't mention.

That was a good kick; it exuded power and dominance, and dispelled the gloom.

That's how you should kick!
Amidst the smoke and dust came the sound of rubble rolling down, and a glimmer of dark gold light burst forth, like the rising sun piercing through the dust and washing away the dust that filled the sky.

"Amitabha."

Abbot Huixing stood in mid-air, each step he took creating lotus blossoms. His withered body, like an old pine tree, exuded a chilling pressure. His voice, though calm, was like thunder, reverberating through the mountains.

The old monk arrived through the air, his face, thin as a withered tree, showed no signs of injury. Instead, beneath his tattered robe, his ribs, gleaming with a metallic sheen, were revealed. He did not need to remain seated to pass away; he already possessed the golden body of a terrestrial Arhat.

"You fiend, today I'll make sure you die a horrible death!"

Lingxiu snorted coldly, knowing that although the old monk seemed familiar, he was not the abbot's master in reality, and he was particularly ruthless towards this body.

He clasped his hands together, and the entire sky suddenly darkened.

Xiang Yuan felt something and looked up at the sky. He saw the clouds being torn apart like a curtain, and a golden Buddha's hand covering half of the sky came flying through the air, with the '卍' symbol in the palm rotating like the sun and moon.

The swastika symbol spun, accompanied by the thunderous sound of chanting, and the sun and moon shimmered, with a dazzling Buddhist light flowing through the lines of the palm like a galaxy.

As the Buddha's palm pressed down, the space began to collapse layer by layer, and distant mountains, ancient temples, and even falling leaves were compressed into two-dimensional silhouettes, creating a powerful visual impact.

Even though Xiang Yuan knew that what he saw was an illusion, he couldn't help but let out a soft exclamation. Of all the grandmasters he had ever met, Lingxiu's powerful strength was definitely among the top three.

The other two are Xiang Yuanbenyuan and Chan'er, who holds the Ancient Mirror of Reincarnation and is completely unreasonable.

"As expected of my good nephew, he has the performance of someone in the Nascent Soul stage who is not inferior to someone in the Integration stage..."

Xiang Yuan nodded in agreement. Looking at himself and Ji Wuzhou, the three of them were at the Fusion Stage in terms of combat power. They could fight Hui Xing, who was possessed by the Heavenly Demon, one-on-one. They felt that they could suppress him without even having to summon Bai Wuyan.

"Ultimately, it's all an illusion; how can it become real?"

Facing the overwhelming Buddha's palm, Huixing smiled faintly, pointed a finger towards the sky, and drew a perfect circle in the air with his fingertip.

The wind and clouds suddenly changed, the sun and moon lost their light, and the giant palm containing supreme Buddhist power began to distort like a reflection in water. The golden swastika pattern on the palm crumbled inch by inch, turning into countless fireflies. Before the immense Buddhist power could be unleashed, it was dissolved into the cycle of heaven and earth by this finger, vanishing like a bubble.

Snapped!
The clouds dispersed, the wind cleared, and the sunlight shone down once more.

Lingxiu looked at Huixing with a solemn expression, chanting scriptures and incantations. Each syllable transformed into a tangible golden rune that flew in all directions.

The Great Enlightenment Temple's protective mountain formation, the "Buddhist Kingdom Formation," was activated with a roar. Ten thousand feet of golden light burst forth from the earth's veins, instantly enveloping the entire back mountain within an independent Buddhist kingdom barrier.

The moment the great formation was deployed, space was completely torn apart.

From the outside, the back mountain appears as calm as ever, but inside it has transformed into a separate little world, with dense Sanskrit chains flowing across the sky and an eight-petaled lotus array appearing on the ground.

This action protected the entire Dajue Temple before 'Huixing' could unleash his full demonic power.

Two passersby peeked out, offering their opinions and applauding.

Those who know the truth will think this is a disciple beating his master; those who don't will think that Lingxiu is the abbot and is cleaning up the house today!
Lingxiu stared speechlessly at the two passersby. What are you two watching? Come and help! You don't actually think that Buddha can subdue this demon, do you?
Lingxiu clasped her hands together, and beams of golden light floated out from the eight-petaled lotus array. The thirty-six solemn golden statues were either sitting cross-legged, lying on their sides, or forming mudras, each with a different posture.

An old monk sat cross-legged on a lotus platform, his hands forming a mudra, and a phantom image of the Thousand-Armed Guanyin appeared behind him.
A fat monk lying on his side among the clouds burst into laughter, and the shadow of Mount Sumeru appeared on his belly.
The young monk, with a serene expression, held a flower in his hand and formed a mudra, as a Udumbara flower bloomed from his fingertips, illuminating the future...

These golden statues were left behind by eminent monks of Dajue Temple after their passing. When they enter the Buddhist formation, they are like real Buddhas, each one radiating golden light in mid-air, lifelike and using their skills. The boundless light forms a three-dimensional Buddhist formation with no blind spots, trapping the 'Huixing' with its deep, dark eyes in the center.

"Disciple, what do you think?"

“My nephew is serious; he’s aiming for the salvation of the dead. He wants to become the abbot!”

The two, enjoying the spectacle, continued to comment, choosing to observe first rather than act rashly.

Just as the devastating attack was about to strike, 'Huixing' suddenly lowered his eyes and smiled, exhaling black gas. His smile was kind and amiable. As he gently flicked the Bodhi seed rosary on his wrist, the Buddha figures carved on each bead came to life.

Snapped!
The beaded thread snapped instantly.

Thirty-six Bodhi seeds scattered into the air, each one radiating dazzling Buddhist light. The exact number corresponded perfectly to the thirty-six majestic golden statues.

They used exactly the same moves!
Thousand-Armed Guanyin meets Thousand-Armed Guanyin, the shadow of Mount Sumeru meets the shadow of Mount Sumeru, the Udumbara flower meets the Udumbara flower...

Like looking in a mirror, every movement is precise, and every bit of power is just right.

The illusory Buddha light collided and canceled each other out, creating golden ripples that filled the sky.

They were all taught by the same master, so they can't break the spell...

No, Lingxiu's ability to control the Buddhist Kingdom's grand formation is entirely due to Huixing's teachings. The latter was possessed by an extraterrestrial demon, and no matter how the Buddhist Kingdom's grand formation changes, Huixing always has a corresponding method.

Lingxiu knew this, yet he still activated the grand formation, not because he was stubborn or wanted to prove himself, but because even if he didn't use it, 'Huixing' would, and once Huixing used it, he wouldn't be able to log into his account.

By striking first before Huixing, they effectively neutralized one of the opponent's methods. As the two sides grappled, neither could gain the home-field advantage of the Buddhist Kingdom's grand formation.

"The demon has possessed the abbot's body. This humble monk cannot hold out for long. You two should not delay and should come quickly to subdue the demon!"

Lingxiu shouted loudly, and his body was filled with Buddhist light. However, his arms trembled involuntarily, clearly indicating that he had reached his limit.

Upon hearing this, Xiang Yuan did not hesitate any longer, and his figure flashed like an arrow released from a bow.

He charged ahead, following behind Ji Wuzhou.

Ji Wuzhou's eyes were of different colors, deep and unfathomable, reflecting the ever-flowing laws of heaven and earth in his pupils.

With the Unrepentant Blade hanging at his side, he took a step forward, the blade humming, the might of heaven and earth descending upon him, and boundless power crashing down.

One step, and you traverse mountains and rivers;
Two steps to determine the fate of the world;

Three steps...

Once the sword is drawn, there's no going back!
A black light burst forth, and a pure, jet-black blade of light descended like the night sky, connecting heaven and earth, instantly slashing towards 'Huixing's' face. The sharpness did not pause for a moment, directly piercing through the golden body and emerging from the old monk's back.

Click!

Old Huixing's golden Arhat body on land cracked inch by inch, and pure Buddhist light burst forth from the cracks. After the Buddhist light flowed out, strands of viscous black liquid overflowed from it, swirling around his chest like living things. With a hiss, it completely tore the golden body apart and opened a huge demonic eye.

Demonic energy surged forth, shrouding the Buddhist kingdom's grand formation in a dark light.

He transformed into the Free and Unfettered Heavenly Demon!

Xiang Yuan had no sword in his hand. He glanced at the palm-blade and felt that he would be outmatched by Ji Wuzhou, so he did not use his sword technique. The pure white light behind him suddenly transformed into a dazzling gold.

A golden wheel of merit rose from behind Xiang Yuan, radiating dazzling light like the sun shining brightly in the sky, illuminating all directions.

Bai Wuyan's pure white golden wheel was stretched to its maximum size by Xiang Yuan once again.

boom!
Wherever the golden light passed, the demonic energy melted away instantly, like snow meeting the blazing sun.

He let out a miserable cry as his pitch-black demonic body was burned with countless holes. He subconsciously raised his hand to cover the demonic eye in his chest.

"It's you?!"

He, the One-Eyed One, peered through his fingers through his single eye on his chest, fixed intently on the distant figure, overjoyed: "Where is the one who has undergone reincarnation? Hand her over!"

"Screw you!"

If you dare to steal someone's treasure, I'll make sure you die a horrible death today.

Xiang Yuan's eyes were ferocious as he shouted that when dealing with this kind of extraterrestrial demon, there was no need to talk about chivalry or honor; let's all attack and kill him together.

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

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