With all these qualities, I will eventually become immortal.

Chapter 533 The Giant Shadow Under the Tree: Don't Talk Nonsense, Treasure in Hand!

Meanwhile, in the south of the Great Chu, deep in a certain sea area far from the land.

An isolated island in the water, forgotten by the world.

Since ancient times, as recorded in marine scientific research history, this place has been a forbidden zone for life.

This sea area is filled with demon nests, surrounding the island in a circular pattern.

There are many slumbering [Ultimate Darkness] nearby, so it is not advisable to send troops to attack them, lest we disturb them.

This place is far from the mainland and surrounded by demons, so it naturally became an abandoned island.

But this day was completely different.

Strands of six-colored light descended from the horizon, trailing trails of fiery tails.

It landed atop the mountains of the island, transforming into a multicolored sphere of light.

Two beams of blue light of different shades suddenly burst forth, and the figure of Shenlong Daoren stepped out first, followed closely by Xu Daozong of Wudang.

The former stretched out his waist, sat cross-legged on the ground, took out a gourd and drank it by himself.

Xu Daoxian is the head of the Wudang Mountain Taoist sect and one of the few orthodox believers of the Quanzhen sect in the Great Chu.

The rules are strict; no alcohol is allowed.
Another burst of silver light caused the Divine Dragon Taoist's eyes to light up.

"Sword Saint, you've actually found some free time today! Come, come, let's drink!"

A figure clad in shimmering armor stepped out, its chilling aura causing the heavens and earth to change color, and leaden clouds to blanket the sky.

However, in the next instant, with a hearty laugh, the murderous intent vanished completely.
"Hahaha, it's rare for an old man to come back, let's have a drink!"

The Sword Saint drank his wine to the brim, then asked Xu Daozong of Wudang beside him:
"Daoxian, are the seniors coming?"

"Master Sanfeng is delayed by some matters, and Senior Zhang Daoling is still handling matters at Longhu Mountain. He will arrive later."

As for matters concerning Buddhism, he knew nothing about them.

Just as he was pondering this, he saw golden light, like flowing rosy clouds, streak across the sky and earth in an instant, and a thin monk with a compassionate face stepped out from it.

The three men addressed him respectfully as "Abbot".

[Mingtai Dasheng · Xuanmou], everyone present who became a saint owed him some favor.

The true function of the Buddha's mind is not as widely believed.
The old monk exuded an aura of radiance, his face filled with compassion, his hands clasped together in prayer.
"Amitabha Buddha - This old monk has not returned to the human world for a long time, and suddenly feels that everything is good."

The Sword Saint stroked his long, jet-black beard, sighing in admiration:

"Yes, if it weren't for the inability, if it weren't for the desire to go further and pave the way for the younger generation, who wouldn't want to stay in their hometown?"

Shenlong Daoist Xun San took another sip of wine and asked curiously:
"If one were to break through the abyss, what dimensions could the human realm reach?"

"Am I a prophet?"

Xun San laughed strangely:

"You are a despicable saint."

The Sword Saint glared and bristled:
"Are you asking for a beating? I'll tear your dragon tendons off!"

The crowd was noisy and disruptive, completely lacking the majesty of the Great Sage.

If others were present, they might be greatly disappointed, as it contradicts the majestic image of the Great Sage they had in mind.

They are all among the world's best, and their martial arts are evergreen.

It's one thing to keep a respectable air in front of the younger generation, but to do it all the time, isn't it exhausting?
Before long, more than half of the seventh-generation limit holders of Great Chu gathered here, waiting for the last person to arrive.

The key figure at this meeting is [Zhao Linyuan, the Great Sage of Heavenly Decree].

slam-la-

Around the island, the roar of crashing waves surged toward the shore, growing ever more powerful.

渐渐
The sound gradually subsided until the waves abruptly stopped, and the azure curtain split vertically into the abyss.

As a figure appeared on the surface of the sea, a scar was instantly torn open.

Billions of tons of seawater poured in from both sides, and a human figure stood in the center of the abyss.

Like waves crashing against rocks, it remains completely unaffected.

His eyes opened, and his voice, carried by the resurgence of rolling waves crashing against the island, was heard by everyone:

"I invited you fellow cultivators to this deserted island because I am at a critical juncture in my cultivation, so I will not be moving. Please do not find it offensive."

Xun San opened his mouth with a smile:
"It's alright. I'm still waiting for you, young Zhao, to break through the eighth limit so you can call me Senior Zhao."

"Principal Xun loves to joke, he's really making me feel bad."

Zhao Linyuan rose and stepped onto the island, amidst the roar of the crashing waves, gathering among the crowd.

With a wave of his hand, the world turned upside down.

It was as if the entire world had been lifted up and moved aside.

The island is nowhere to be seen, only distant mountains and flowing water, pavilions and rubble nearby, and a large square mahogany table in the center.

Zhao Linyuan invited everyone to sit down, and then said:

"Today we have gathered here to discuss matters related to tomorrow's grand ceremony, but we also have an important request to make."

I hope everyone will contribute their ideas to help complete the final step of the [Heavenly Abyss Tribulation-Slaying and Azure Heaven Harmony Dao Method].

This technique was a fundamental divine skill he created himself during his time as the Heavenly King, and it was renowned for its power and prestige.

Xu Daoxian was curious:
"I wonder if Zhao Dasheng has asked Zhang Zu?"

Zhang Sanfeng, the founder of Wudang, was a pioneer in the creation of Qi and Blood Martial Arts.

In terms of personal "comprehension," no one present could surpass him.

Zhao Linyuan nodded and said:

"I have met Zhang Zu and the Celestial Master of Longhu Mountain. Both of them have inspired me greatly. I would like to take this opportunity to discuss this with you all."

Upon hearing this, the Sword Saint's expression became eager, as it had been a long time since he had sat down and discussed the Dao with his fellow Daoists.

He speaks his mind quickly:
"Zhao Sheng is too kind. We are all like-minded people and never judge each other by age or seniority."

Your insights surpass ours. Please begin, allowing us to carefully consider our words so that each one is truly insightful. Hahaha.

"Sword Saint, you've spoken too harshly. Those involved are often blinded by their own perspective. I hope everyone can offer me some guidance."

By the way, Principal Sui of your school, how is the progress of breaking the seven-day mark?

The old swordsman beamed with pride when he spoke of his beloved disciple:
"My apprentice, Sui Chunqiu? He'll be here soon. If the meeting can be postponed a little longer, he can come too!"

Hearing this, everyone was delighted.

They offered their congratulations, both for the Northern Alliance and for the human race.

Abbot Xuanmou sat down, his hands jingling as he turned his prayer beads.
“Excellent—then please, Benefactor Zhao, start so we can be the first to see it.”

Seeing the abbot speak, Zhao Linyuan smiled and said:
"I haven't asked the abbot yet, but on that day when you observed the future, you could see the length of the shadows cast under the Dragon Flower Tree. Could you please give me a prediction?"

The abbot closed his eyes and shook his head slightly:
"Amitabha Buddha, in the future I can only see a blurry shadow, but this shadow is a bit too big."

Looking at that wisp of mist alone, it resembled a giant from another world, existing outside of the natural order, truly born majestic and towering.

The abbot meant that the fruit picker's physique was different from that of ordinary people, not because of any change in his bones and muscles caused by powerful martial arts.

Only two scenarios are met.

Either the shadows and mist beneath the Dragon Flower Tree are not human, or they possess some kind of giant-like quality, assisting in obtaining the fruit.

But why couldn't the abbot see clearly?

Abbot Xuanmou is also a top-tier Great Sage who has reached the deepest level of martial arts cultivation.

Even if those present went to the Dragon Flower Tree, they could still be seen clearly by it.

Hearing Zhao Linyuan and Abbot Xuanmu talking, the onlookers looked quite curious.

"Abbot, what else? What did that mist giant do? Can you see it?"

The abbot's brows were lowered, his expression unreadable, and his tone uncertain:

"That huge cloud of mist seemed to be swirling around the Dragon Flower Tree, and everything else was completely obscured."

Everyone was puzzled.

The next "living Buddha" within the Buddhist community, the Seventh Great Sage.

It's quite rare that even the abbot of Shaolin Temple couldn't see it clearly.
Of everyone present, only the Sword Saint had a strange expression.

He thought of his apprentice, Sui Chunqiu, who had mentioned someone to him.

In short, the future of the Northern Associated University will surely produce saints.

His grand-disciple Yang Huan also glimpsed his brief future.

All I saw was a fog.

Is it that kid?
It shouldn’t be.

According to Chunqiu, this kid neither believes in nor worships anything, so how could he be associated with "Buddha"?
strange things
He closed his eyes and opened them again, no longer thinking about the matter, and instead joined the discussion on "creating the law".

The next day, Shaolin.

The Garden of the Moon Platform.

The room was filled with a faint fragrance of incense; Meng Chuan had just finished a medicinal bath, and the scent lingered on his skin.

He sat cross-legged in the room, his brows furrowed slightly.

He pondered Buddhist principles repeatedly in his heart.

Having just finished my mental cultivation practice, I now have some free time to reflect.

The study of Buddhist principles has become an indispensable part of daily life.

The prerequisites for learning the Heart Sutra mantra, the speed boost for mastering Buddhist hard skills, and so on, all depend on a better understanding of Buddhist principles.

Now there is an additional burden: the preliminary examination for "enlightenment through the Dragon Flower Tree".

Master Bai Bao once said:

"Buddhist principles are broad and easy to understand; seeing them is like seeing them in person."

Meng Chuan felt this deeply and strongly agreed with it.

As the saying goes: If you're not from the same family, you can't enter the same door.
what for?

He intended to use this opportunity to portray himself as a "fake" monk in order to "deceive" his way into obtaining Buddhist enlightenment.
Cough cough, it's not a lie.

How can the affairs of monks and nuns be considered deception?
My heart is sincere; I won't discuss the methods.

vulgar!
Coming to his senses, he noticed his ear tips twitching twice, and suddenly sensed someone approaching from afar outside the door.

"Come in."

The sound, as soft as silk, drifted through the crack in the door and onto the stone path.

A few breaths later, Jueming pushed open the door and entered.

He noticed that the young monk was wearing a plain-colored robe and looked quite tired.

Meng Chuan was curious:

"Did your master scold you?"

The little monk looked worried and distressed.
"Alas, my life is so hard."

"So, are you still going to practice this method?"

The young monk has already experienced many benefits of the Qi cultivation method these days.

How could I give up?

Seeing the young monk sit down, he first propped his forehead with his hand, then punched his knee hard.

"Repair! Keep repairing!"

Meng Chuan smiled:

"Aren't you afraid your master will scold you?"

The little monk smiled slyly:
"By the Venerable Monk Baibao, my master can only confuse my mind with words, but will not forcibly interfere."

"Let's make it clear first, you just focus on your training and don't bring up other people."

The young monk clasped his hands together and spoke earnestly:
"This has nothing to do with Brother Meng. I found the book and gave it to the monk Bai Bao to copy for his studies."

Meng Chuan was satisfied:

"Good."

The young monk is clever; teaching him the Tao will not bring trouble upon myself.

He was about to ask what business he had with him.

Today, it's clearly not yet time for our weekly Buddhist philosophy class.

Then the little monk took out a string of dark gray glass prayer beads from his pouch and handed them to him.

Meng Chuan glanced at him and a hint of joy appeared between his brows.

"Brother Meng, your Heart and Soul Wood Bracelet."

"Thank you, little master."

Jue Ming agreed, his eyes filled with disdain.

If someone needs something from you, they are considered a "junior apprentice".

When there's nothing else to do, he calls him "little monk".