Immortality starts from the liver proficiency

Chapter 457 Arhats Arrive at the Zhenwu Fulong Temple

An Arhat from the Pure Land of Bodhi Zen entered the Cold Crow Pass.

Xu Yunfan narrowed his eyes, feeling somewhat uncertain.

Was the other party there to make purchases in Hanya Pass, or to cause trouble?

It wasn't until the fleeting aura the other party exuded upon entering the city that his mind was slightly shaken.

True Martial Qi!

The other party is also a practitioner of the True Martial Subduing Demon Scripture, and is even a Foundation Establishment cultivator!
In an instant, Xu Yunfan's gaze turned completely sharp.

The moment that powerful aura pierced through the city's protective array, the tortoise-snake dharma image within his dantian began to tremble violently and uncontrollably.

This is an innate connection generated by the same cultivation method!
"The True Martial Subduing Demon Scripture?!"

His knuckles turned white as he gripped the railing of the Xuanming Pavilion tightly, and the bluestone balustrade silently turned to dust under the immense force of the Foundation Establishment True Person.

Within that dark pillar of light rising from the city gate, the power of the Big Dipper, identical to his own, clearly flowed.

Even more terrifying is that the opponent's aura is as harmonious as mercury, and under the resonance of the Seven Constellations of Zhenwu, it manifests the true form of Xuanwu, which is clearly a sign that the true scripture has been cultivated to the middle stage of Foundation Establishment!

But in an instant, he felt relieved. If it was truly the mid-stage of Foundation Establishment, it meant that the other party had already formed a grotto-heaven within their body. However, the Divine Martial World's foundation was perfect, so even if the other party formed the rudimentary form of a grotto-heaven, they wouldn't be much stronger than him.

This is a struggle over the Dao!

A chilling aura emanated from between Xu Yunfan's teeth.

In this Taihua Spirit Ruins Realm, the laws of the Heavenly Dao will inevitably lead to a struggle for the Great Dao if cultivators of the same origin and similar cultivation levels are at odds.

"What a wonderful Pure Land of Bodhi..."

Xu Yunfan suddenly sneered.

The bald monk from Zhenwu Fulong Temple appeared at the exact moment he was about to receive the root of the boundary.

This is hardly a coincidence.
They clearly sensed that the source of the Divine Martial World was about to appear and came to intercept it on purpose!

When Xu Yunfan appeared in the city gate tower, most of the guarding cultivators had already collapsed.

Pale golden Sanskrit characters meander across the bluestone ground, each stroke writhing like a living creature, slowly eroding the yin energy of the River Styx.

The moment the eerie black mist came into contact with the Sanskrit, it was like snow meeting the blazing sun, transformed into specks of golden light as the Buddhist mantras flowed through it.

Pure Buddhist power rose from the scriptures, forming golden lotuses in mid-air. From the lotus hearts, sweet dew with the fragrance of sandalwood continuously gushed out, making the entire city appear as if it were a pure Buddhist land.

The monk standing in the center of the Sanskrit inscription is gently tapping the ground with his vajra (a sacred pestle).

"The World-Honored One is above, and Bodhi is in the world."

The monk chanted Buddhist verses in a low voice. His imposing body, which was at least ten feet tall, stood like a mountain, and his ochre-yellow kasaya was stretched taut by his bulging muscles.

A bronze dragon tattoo adorned his bare right arm, moving like a living creature as his muscles rippled.

His neck was as thick as a pillar, and the deep groove at his collarbone could fit a fist. The muscles of his calves, exposed from under the hem of his robe, resembled the gnarled roots of an old tree, and each step he took left a crack about an inch deep in the bluestone ground.

"The Arhat Subduing Dragon?"

Xu Yunfan narrowed his eyes, his gaze sharp as lightning, instantly seeing through the other party's background.

The abbot of Zhenwu Fulong Temple, after achieving Foundation Establishment with the Zhenwu Fumo True Scripture and opening Zhenwu Peak to extend the Dharma lineage, naturally sensed that there was another person who had also achieved Foundation Establishment by cultivating the Zhenwu Fumo True Scripture.

This monk was the abbot of the Zhenwu Fulong Temple, a Fulong Arhat who had established his foundation thirty years ago using the "Zhenwu Fumo Zhenjing" (True Martial Subduing Demons Scripture). When this man founded the Zhenwu Peak lineage, heaven and earth resonated, and Xu Yunfan sensed that there was already a cultivator of the same origin in the world.

He naturally took this matter to heart and collected relevant information.

It is said that he once withstood three blows of Taibai sword energy from an elder of the Wancheng Sword Sect with his bare body without retreating a single step.

The monk suddenly looked up.

On that weathered face, the eyebrows remained lowered, the expression serene and peaceful, a stark contrast to the rest of the body.

He suddenly sighed and shook his head, saying, "Does Benefactor Xu know how much suffering and hardship I endured in order to cultivate the True Martial Subduing Demon Scripture, yet now the Yuan Demon Sect has produced another Divine Martial True Person?"

With his hands clasped together and his eyes lowered, the Arhat Fulong said, “Benefactor Xu cultivates the True Martial Subduing Demon Scripture, so he is naturally destined to be connected with the Pure Land of Bodhi and Zen. He should be able to enter my True Martial Subduing Dragon Temple and become a Dharma Protector Arhat.”

Xu Yunfan sneered upon hearing this: "You people from the Pure Land of Bodhi always speak in such a high-sounding manner. Three years ago, during the battle at Suspended Mountain, your Arhat of Enlightenment used the same words, and in the end, wasn't he still beaten to a pulp by the Primordial Sect?"

The Arhat's compassionate expression remained unchanged: "You are mistaken, benefactor. The Way of True Martial emphasizes the harmony of Yin and Yang, the balance of strength and gentleness. The Yuan Demon Sect's actions are extreme and run counter to the true meaning of True Martial. If you were to join my Buddhist sect..."

If Xu Yunfan were converted into Buddhism, he would no longer worry about having predecessors on this path. With the Bodhi Pure Land initiation method, he could also seize Xu Yunfan's cultivation. Perhaps then, he wouldn't even need to enter the Divine Martial Realm, but could directly draw upon the source of the Divine Martial Realm in the Taihua Spirit Ruins Realm and enter the late Foundation Establishment stage.

Having pondered this, the Arhat Fulong couldn't help but sigh inwardly. He had reincarnated three times, and now he finally saw a glimmer of hope.

"You've got a good plan!"

Xu Yunfan sneered, interrupting the other party.

"Do you really think I don't know? In the Heavenly Dao Laws of this Taihua Spirit Ruins Realm, cultivators with the same cultivation methods will inevitably engage in a struggle for the Great Dao. Foundation Establishment is fine, but if you want to cultivate the Golden Core and seize the innate golden nature, you're still lacking something."

The Arhat Fulong finally raised his eyes, a glint of shrewdness flashing in his seemingly peaceful gaze: "Since you understand this principle, you should also understand that this path can only be walked alone. I have been an Arhat for thirty years, and my grotto-heaven is already taking shape. You, on the other hand, have only just entered the Foundation Establishment stage; I'm afraid..."

"Hahaha!"

Xu Yunfan suddenly burst into laughter, his laughter tinged with sarcasm. "What a fine nascent form of a grotto-heaven! If it is truly as you say, why have you been unable to break through for thirty years? The source of the Divine Martial Realm is under the control of my Primordial Holy Sect. You will never have any hope of perfecting your grotto-heaven in this lifetime!"

These words were like a sharp sword, piercing straight into the heart of the Arhat Subduing Dragon.

that's the truth.

Otherwise, even after three reincarnations of the Arhat Fulong, he would still not make any progress.

A crack finally appeared on his usually placid face, and the dragon tattoo on his neck suddenly began to move violently.

"You," Luohan's voice was no longer steady, "So what if the Primordial Sect controls the Divine Martial Realm? This old monk has his own ways."

"What is there to it?"

Xu Yunfan pressed on, "Your Bodhi Pure Land doesn't even have a decent blessed land, what makes you think you can compete with the Primordial Sect? With your half-baked True Martial Subduing Demon Scripture?"

The Arhat Fulong's breathing became noticeably rapid, and the muscles beneath his robe trembled incessantly.

The golden lotus and Sanskrit characters on the city tower began to flicker, indicating that his mind was in turmoil.

"Don't be so stubborn!"

Luohan suddenly raised his voice, and the dragon pattern on his right arm came to life, roaring and running across his skin, "I have come here today to sever the foundation of your demonic path!"

Seeing this, Xu Yunfan relaxed and stood with his hands behind his back: "Finally stopped pretending? You bald monks, outwardly compassionate, but behind the scenes more ruthless than anyone else. What a pity."

He deliberately dragged out his words, "You're not even as good as that old fox Li Wei. At least he knew to run away with the spirit stones."

(End of this chapter)