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Chapter 561 Another Demon? The Skinned Monk.
Meng Chuan was overjoyed and immediately asked a question.

"Master Liaohai, is the root of the Dharma realm Mount Sumeru, or something on that mountain?"

If you want to get out, breaking through the root of the Dharma realm is the key.

All of them were drawn in by the [Mixed Yuan Pearl Umbrella].

Therefore, it cannot be determined whether the root cause is Mount Sumeru itself or the umbrella.

Liao Hai's voice was equally joyful, and he said decisively:
“That’s right. Mount Sumeru is the support point of the entire Northern Continent Dharma Realm. The Pearl Umbrella is inextricably linked to it and must be located in the mountain.”

Although the origin of the Dharma realm is still uncertain, going there is definitely the right way to find it!

The fat monk standing to the side had his ears perked up and his eyes were filled with joy.

After listening to their conversation, he jumped straight down from the rock, urging them on.

"What are we waiting for! Let's get out of this godforsaken place as soon as possible!"

"Fat thief, this is the Dharma Realm of the Northern Heavenly King, what kind of place is this? Show some respect with your words!"

Liao Chen was in a hurry.
"The demon has corrupted us; the rules no longer apply!"

Meng Chuan raised his hand to interrupt, glanced at Liao Yuan who remained silent behind him, and said:

"Stop yelling, you two. How far is the sea from there?"

"At our normal pace, without exploring the surroundings, it will take about half an hour to go straight ahead."

"Then let's set off, get out of here as soon as possible, and finish this quickly!"

Unfortunately, one cannot bring equipment into the Dharma Realm.

If we could bring along a recording stone containing the image of Lao Yang's attack, then we'd be completely safe.
The group didn't rest on the way.

Meng Chuan instructed Yuan to be vigilant.

The other four chatted as they continued on their way.

He glanced at Liaoyuan again, then turned to Liaohai beside him and asked:
"No, I've always had a question, but I was too embarrassed to ask it just now."

“Benefactor Meng, please speak.”

"How did Vaishravana, who was guarding the Northern Continent on behalf of the Buddha, become corrupted by demons?"

Also, did your Shaolin Temple know about this beforehand?

Liao Hai looked at the other monks, who had also heard it, but all shook their heads, clearly unaware of it.

After some thought, Liao Hai's words were earnest:
"Those above in the temple certainly know, but we are unaware of it. I haven't hidden it from you."

"That Buddha"

Meng Chuan's meaning was clear: he was asking if the Buddha was doing well.
Liao Hai's voice was firm:
"impossible!"

"That's good"

If even the Buddha is corrupted by demons, then the sky is truly falling.
Liao Hai continued to explain:

"The Five-Transformation Buddha Vairocana Crown worn by Vaisravana, and the Primordial Pearl Umbrella that drew us in."

Both of them are not enshrined in my Zen ancestral temple, but in other temples outside.

The reason we were unaware of this is because the temple has a special department that handles cases of demonic contamination.

They need to conduct preliminary handling of the incident before appropriately disclosing specific information based on the specific circumstances.

As you know, only talents from countries like ours can know about things like temples and demonic corruption even before reaching the level of martial arts grandmaster.

After listening to Hai's explanation, Meng Chuan looked thoughtful.

Then, he suddenly thought of something.

"I understand. The matter of the eighteen Arhats being corrupted by demons at Zishou Temple in Jin is also being handled by that Shaolin department you mentioned?"

"That's right. Because it involves a large number of Arhats, we are currently working with the state to handle the matter."

Could you introduce me?

"Then you have to wait for these people to return, as they are still in Jin."

Those who stayed in the temple handling other matters related to demonic possession were mostly unaware of this.

"All right."

Meng Chuan looked slightly regretful, unsure if he could live to see that day.

It is perfectly normal that the core of the Duowen faith is not found in Shaolin.

The reason is simple: they don't get much incense offering.
Who went to Shaolin Temple to pay homage to the Four Heavenly Kings?
Meng Chuan stopped asking questions and began analyzing the available intelligence on his own.

Judging from the current situation, it seems that the temple in the Crimson Demon's Nest belongs to the Northern Duowen.

But nothing is absolute, and he always felt that something was off about the experience of the group coming in.

The Temple is where the Red Demon steals the power of the gods of faith.

Logically speaking, setting up an ambush there would make the power of the Dharma realm even stronger.

If Chi Li really wanted to trap them to death using the Dharma Realm, why didn't he wait until they found the temple before making his move?

Wouldn't that be a safer approach?

"Could there be some other demon at play?"

Meng Chuan kept the matter of the node in mind.

Moreover, to be honest, the group wasn't passively tricked by Chi Li.
He was the one who "discovered" what was hidden inside the cave walls.

Teasing this thing caused it to be inhaled.
The other four monks, like the Calabash Brothers trying to save their grandfather, walked right into the trap.
Thinking about it this way, it seems that the Crimson Demon's Nest Temple and the Dharma Realm I inhabit have no connection whatsoever.
Coming to his senses, Meng Chuan glanced at Liao Yuan, who still looked wary of his surroundings.

The air was thick with moisture, and Meng Chuan pondered deeply:
"Not necessarily. Even if I don't actively provoke it, this umbrella will definitely make a move."

As we got closer to Mount Sumeru, a light drizzle began to fall along the way.

There was fog in the air, which gradually spread and obscured the view.

In this environment, Meng Chuan's pupils flashed with golden light.

It's like X-ray vision, piercing through the fog.

"Do you think this scene is because the Dharma Realm has sensed our intentions and is setting up obstacles?"

Liao Chen walked alongside him.

"The Buddha thinks so too, and haven't you noticed that both the rain and the fog are getting heavier?"

The two exchanged a glance, and Meng Chuan saw that his dragon eyes were also shining.

"Then tell me, why doesn't the Lord of the Dharma Realm appear in person, but instead manipulates the rain and mist barrier to deplete our spiritual power?"

His voice was as sharp as a scimitar, carrying the words clearly into the ear.

Liao Chen's dragon eyes narrowed to the tip of a needle, and he rubbed his nose with his chubby hand, transmitting his voice in the same way.

"The Lord of the Dharma Realm cannot come? Unable to leave a certain place?"

What does "Master Meng" mean?

He understood the unspoken meaning in Meng Chuan's words.

"Fat monk, wait at the foot of the mountain for a while, and be careful." "What do you mean? Isn't the Buddha going up?"

Liao Chen felt that his physical strength was not bad either.

Meng Chuan patiently explained, his voice still clear enough to be heard by everyone else.

"Leaving aside the wonders of Mount Sumeru itself, if anyone's going to go up, it will definitely be me. You stay down here in case of any accidents."

"Oh, and I also think some people will be coming up the mountain with me."

"You be careful too. Wait, who do you think will come up the mountain with you?"

Liao Chen instantly understood what he meant.

There's a mole in the team!
Going to Mount Sumeru was not only the result of their judgment, but also their secret guidance.

The sea?!
still is
Meng Chuan paused, then remained silent.

His gaze swept toward the monk who was on guard duty, and who was about the same size as Liao Chen.

A barely perceptible hint of pity lingered in his eyes.
Liao Chen secretly glanced in the direction of his gaze, and his expression instantly turned extremely ugly.

He quickly reached out and rubbed his face to cover it up.

"When?"

"I reckon that when we were still in the cave, Master Liaoyuan was scouting the way."

"Shall we still go up the mountain?"

"I have to go, and I have no other choice."

Staying put is suicidal; going there offers a glimmer of hope.

He had already tested the waters beforehand and was certain that nothing was wrong, therefore there was no scam.

Mount Sumeru is most likely a calculated move by the Lord of the Dharma Realm.
Coming to his senses, he said one last thing and then said no more.

"It's just a guess, and it might not be accurate."

Liao Chen nodded secretly, his heart sinking suddenly, and he understood what it meant.

"Fulfilling his wish, he was skinned alive by the Heavenly Demon."

A short while later, Meng Chuan and the four monks walked down the mountain and stood looking up.

Liao Chen stood behind him, and Meng Chuan glanced at him as he came back to his senses.

Continue gazing at the misty, celestial mountain scenery before us, a sight never before seen in the mortal world.

No, Foshan.

Mount Sumeru stood majestically, seemingly veiled by a light veil of clouds and mist, revealing only a few faint outlines of its verdant green.

The mountain range resembles a giant dragon coiled up, with its peaks appearing and disappearing amidst the swirling clouds and mist.

Meng Chuan wasn't just looking at the scenery; his eyes shone even brighter.

He stared intently at the summit, his gaze seemingly unraveling a mystery.

A mountain breeze swept by, and the clouds and mist surged like rivers, revealing their rugged grandeur for a fleeting moment.

In that instant, he opened his eyes wide and saw a sliver of an opening.

Before we could see it clearly, it closed up again in an instant.

The mountain was completely hidden, leaving only a hazy gray-white area.

Meng Chuan withdrew his gaze and squatted down.

As I pressed my hand against the surface of the mountain, I felt a tactile sensation from the earth's veins.

After a moment, he understood.

Sure enough, there was something on the summit.

Looking back at the four monks, he saw that they were all looking at him as well.

One pair of eyes met four pairs of eyes, and Meng Chuan smiled:
"Please tell me about the taboos associated with this mountain, though I don't know the specifics."

Seeing that everyone was waiting for his command, he waved his hand.

He never pretends to know what he doesn't.

Liao Hai left the group, setting an example by example.

He slowly walked forward, and the moment his feet touched the mountainside.

Suddenly, I felt a heaviness all over my body, as if an invisible force was pressing down on me from above.

The monk's robe suddenly clung tightly to his skin, its hem hanging down as if filled with lead, even the folds at the cuffs were stretched straight.

He straightened up, took two steps back, and gestured:
"Brother Meng, go up and try it first, and you'll understand."

"it is good."

Meng Chuan took two large strides, yet his body moved as lightly as if he were walking on cotton.

The soles of the shoes touched the ground, stirring up only a few specks of dust that floated silently up. The sleeves of the clothes hung in mid-air for a moment before slowly sliding down.

Meng Chuan remained calm and walked a little further up the path.

A few minutes later, he turned around and went back to the crowd, having figured things out.

"Does gravity increase the higher you go up the mountain?"

Its effect on him was not obvious.

It wasn't even one-tenth as much pressure he put on himself when he was practicing Brahma Suppressing Prison.

But he hadn't gone far; the summit was still a long way off.

Going further ahead, there will likely be considerable pressure.

Liao Hai was about to explain when Liao Qing spoke first:

"This mountain should be a concrete manifestation of the rules that are maintained within the Dharma realm."

The true abode of Buddha is Mount Sumeru, which is 168,000 yojanas high, with 80,000 yojanas submerged in water and 88,000 yojanas above the water surface.

For every yojana a mountaineer advances, they endure the combined force of immense weight.

Upon reaching the summit, one is immediately enveloped by the force of 88,880,000 units of gravity, which is just right.

This number was personally calculated by Abbot Xuanmou after climbing the mountain.

In the Buddhist community today, only this living Buddha has ascended to the summit of Mount Sumeru.

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Meng Chuan was speechless.

He looked at the mountain in front of him, then at Qing.

One jin (approximately 30 catties) is equivalent to 1333200 tons of weight, which translates to needing to withstand 1 tons of force to reach the summit.

Thankfully, this isn't the real Mount Sumeru, otherwise what would be the point of climbing it?
At the same time, what surprised him was
(End of this chapter)