Under One Person: My Inner Realm Connects to All Worlds!

Chapter 259 Destruction of Jade and Stone, Three Pagodas of Chongsheng Temple
The staff formation spun like a giant golden millstone, the monks' movements were perfectly synchronized, their staffs rotating in a smooth and continuous motion.

At times, it's like a net covering the sky and the earth, with shadows of sticks attacking from all directions, leaving no room for escape; at other times, the tips of the sticks touch the ground, and the energy flows through them, forming golden walls of energy that block the way.

The black smoke that Qingmu Cangfang transformed into crashed into the energy field of the staff formation, as if it had hit an invisible wall of copper and iron, producing a muffled sound. The black smoke dissipated, revealing his disheveled figure.

He was horrified to discover that the array of sticks not only sealed off the space, but also possessed a powerful suppressive force that constantly eroded his protective black qi, making him feel as if he were trapped in a quagmire, unable to move an inch.

"Go away!"

He roared and swung his palm at the nearest monk, the force of his palm strike fierce, carrying with it the lingering resentment and venom.

However, the monk neither dodged nor evaded, but simply flicked his long staff, which flashed with golden light and instantly connected with the Qi of the other monks.

Aoki Zangfang's palm strike was like a mud ox sinking into the sea, evenly distributed by the entire array of staffs, failing to budge him in the slightest. On the contrary, he himself was shaken by the recoil from the staff array, causing his blood and qi to churn.

"Change formation! Subdue the Tiger!"

Master Jiekong calmly gave instructions.

The staff formation moved accordingly, the staff shadows like a forest, the attack suddenly became fierce and dense, like a tiger pouncing on its prey, attacking Aoki Cangfang from all directions.

Each strike was powerful and heavy, containing pure Buddhist power to ward off evil. It caused his protective black aura to flicker unpredictably, and his monk's robe to be torn in many places, with blood seeping out.

"Impossible! A mere staff formation..."

Aoki Kurō was both shocked and furious. He tried to use his escape technique, but found that all his methods were ineffective under the strange energy field of the staff formation.

Master Jieyuan had already dispelled the Arhat Subduing Dragon form and returned to his disheveled appearance. Holding his wine gourd, he watched with admiration, "Hmm, this Arhat Subduing Demon Staff Formation, it's been a long time since I've seen it, but its power is still as strong as ever. These little brats are practicing quite well, it's interesting."

At this moment, Qingmu Cangfang was like a trapped beast stuck in a swamp. No matter how strange his movements were or how fierce his attacks were, when he crashed into the staff formation that contained the will to subdue demons and whose Qi was connected as one, it was like a stone sinking into the sea. He was either cleverly guided and dispersed or violently shaken back.

Within the array of staffs, the techniques were ever-changing. Several long staffs, like dragons emerging from the sea, intertwined and locked onto Aoki Zangfang's limbs, restricting his movements.

The staff trembled, instantly unleashing a powerful, short-range force that struck straight at the center; the staff's shadow spread out in a fan shape, covering a vast area, blocking any space for the user to dodge and forcing them to take the hit head-on.

A golden glint gathers at the tip of the stick, swift as lightning, targeting acupoints and disrupting their flow of Qi.

"Break it for me!"

Aoki Zangfang, as if possessed, once again forcefully activated the evil Buddha's form, which was already at its last gasp, gathering all the remaining resentment and transforming it into a huge black skull, which he then slammed into a corner of the staff formation.

"change!"

Master Jiekong, standing outside the formation, saw everything clearly and immediately gave the order.

The staff formation moved accordingly, like a millstone spinning. Faced with this concentrated, desperate attack, the formation no longer resisted head-on, but instead cleverly deflected, parried, and swayed.

The black skull seemed to have hit empty air, but was then deflected by several flexible sticks, flying diagonally upwards and crashing into the mountain wall of Feilai Peak, exploding into a cloud of black smoke and sending rocks flying.

Aoki Kurō missed his full-force attack, leaving himself wide open.

"receive!"

Master Jiekong drank again.

The array of sticks instantly contracted, and countless stick shadows, like lotus flowers in full bloom, pressed down on the central Qingmu Cangfang.

The force field formed by the staff formation continuously compressed his space of movement. The Qi containing the intent to subdue demons was like an invisible mountain, pressing down on him until he could hardly breathe, and his escape technique was completely interrupted.

In the end, the five most skilled martial monks stood like five mountain peaks in five directions, their long staffs slamming into the ground!

With a buzzing sound, a more solid golden barrier suddenly contracted, imprisoning Qingmu Cangfang in an area of ​​less than three zhang in radius, making him unable to move.

“Ahhhh——!!!”

Aoki Zangfang let out a desperate and frantic roar. He knew that there was no chance of survival if he fell into the hands of Lingyin Temple. A trace of viciousness and determination flashed in his eyes.

"You forced me to this! Since you won't let this humble monk live, then let's all perish together!"

He slammed his fist on the top of his head, spitting out a mouthful of primordial blood essence. He formed a strange and evil hand seal with both hands and hissed, "Shatter the Netherworld, unleash ten thousand ghosts! Resentment unites, defiles the pure land—hundred ghost infant spirits, explode!"

"Oh no! He's going to destroy his own magical artifact and corrupt the seal!" Master Jiekong's expression changed drastically.

Before he finished speaking, the 108 cracked prayer beads on the ground shattered completely.

"Boom—!!!"

The golden net of light formed by the staff formation was the first to be hit. After holding out for a few breaths, it shattered with a crash. More than a dozen monks were hit as if by a heavy blow, and they all coughed up blood and flew backward.

An even richer and purer aura of resentment surged forth like a burst dam, frantically merging with the sealed infant spirits and remnants within.

In an instant, the sounds of ghosts wailing and wolves howling resounded through the sky!

Countless infant spirits and evil ghosts manifested, no longer simple phantoms, but presenting various terrifying and malevolent appearances.

Some were covered in bruises, with their umbilical cords wrapped around their necks; some had ruptured skulls with brain matter spilling out; some had their abdomens cut open, their intestines ruptured and rotten.

Amidst the swirling ghostly energy, images of the cruel tortures they had endured in their lives surfaced: having their tendons and skin peeled off, their eyes gouged out, their tongues cut out, being fried in oil and burned...

The overwhelming resentment, pain, and despair spread like a real plague.

These hundred ghostly infant spirits, imbued with the ultimate resentment, did not attack the staff formation or Zen Master Jieyuan and others.

Instead, as if receiving some kind of command, it emitted a sharp and piercing resonance, transforming into a filthy black torrent composed of countless painful faces, rushing straight towards the mountainside of Feilai Peak.

That place where the core of the Golden-Winged Roc is sealed!
The Qingmu Cangfang actually intends to sacrifice the complete disintegration and annihilation of the hundred infant spirits, using the most filthy resentment energy in the world to pollute the Buddhist seal, forcibly break the shackles, release the suppressed evil spirits within, and perish together with Lingyin Temple.

Master Jieyuan reacted extremely quickly; the instant the magical artifact shattered, he had already elevated himself to his peak condition.

"When the three poisons return to their origin, the Dharma form manifests!"

Greed, anger, and ignorance swirled in his eyes, ultimately settling into a state of clear and serene emptiness.

The vast primordial energy merged with his life's cultivation, condensing behind him into a colossal Dharma image that was even more majestic and awe-inspiring than before!

"Arhat Subdues Demons!"

The Arhat Subduing Dragon Dharma Image let out a roar that shook the universe. He threw a punch, and the fist wind condensed into a solid golden stream of energy. It seemed as if ten thousand dragons were roaring within it, carrying the supreme power to cleanse the demonic atmosphere and subdue all heretics. It struck first despite being behind, and crashed fiercely into the torrent of resentment.

"boom--!!!"

Two extreme forces collided, and the dazzling light instantly engulfed everything. A violent surge of energy swept in all directions, uprooting vegetation and causing palace tiles to fly everywhere.

The light faded. The image of the Arhat Subduing Dragon still stood, though its light had dimmed somewhat. And the torrent of resentment had been mostly dispersed by that punch!

However, it was ultimately a step too late.

A small portion of the purest and most malevolent resentment, like a bone-deep infection, has already reached the mountainside of Feilai Peak and is rapidly seeping in.

The golden Sanskrit seal on the mountain wall flickered violently, its light fading and shifting. The golden-winged roc phantom sealed within let out a sharp, malevolent cry, its aura becoming violent and chaotic. A fine, spiderweb-like black crack had already appeared on the sealing light screen.

Aoki Zangfang's figure had already turned to ashes in the self-destruction, his soul scattered.

But the scene was deathly silent; no one felt joy.

Zen Master Jieyuan dispersed his Dharma form, his face solemn as he gazed at the seal, now slightly tainted. Master Jiekong, supported by Xiao Zizai, stood up, looked at the mountain wall, and sighed deeply.

"Senior brother, this seal..."

Master Jiekong was deeply worried.

After observing carefully for a moment, Zen Master Jieyuan said in a deep voice, "Fortunately, most of the resentment was dispersed in time, so the pollution is not too deep and the main body of the seal is not broken."

"But the Golden-Winged Roc has been aroused by this resentment, and its ferocity has been stirred up. The seal must be strengthened immediately, and Buddhist scriptures must be recited at night to dispel the resentment it has been tainted with. Otherwise, there will be endless troubles in the future."

He turned to look at the ravaged temple and the injured disciples, and said to Master Jiekong, "Junior brother, you take the men to treat the wounded and stabilize the temple. Baojing, you stay here with me and use the Diamond Sutra to temporarily stabilize the seal and prevent that beast from becoming further agitated."

"Yes, uncle."

Xiao Zizai replied.

Master Jiekong nodded: "That's the only way!"

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Meanwhile, in southern Yunnan, the Three Pagodas of Chongsheng Temple.

Under the moonlight, three ancient pagodas stood majestically. The elderly priest, holding a cypress fan, chanted incantations beneath the pagodas, attempting to draw upon the power of the earth-suppressing dragon within to cause a great earthquake.

It's a pity about that dragon.

The Qiu is a dragon with horns, or a small dragon with a foot-sized tree. As everyone knows, a dragon cannot ascend to heaven without a foot-sized tree.

The Three Pagodas of Chongsheng Temple are located on Cangshan Mountain, a place with excellent feng shui.

The Cangshan Mountains are a timeless painting without ink, and the Erhai Lake is an eternal zither without strings.

Cangshan Mountain and Erhai Lake are the most famous natural landscapes in Yunnan and the core of the local feng shui pattern.

The nineteen peaks of Cangshan Mountain, like a giant dragon winding and coiling, form a natural barrier that blocks the cold air currents from the northwest, while Erhai Lake, like a bright mirror, gathers the pure and auspicious energy of heaven and earth.

This "mountain-encircled and water-embraced" layout is known in Feng Shui as "gathering and storing Qi," making it the most ideal living environment.

However, from the perspective of the supernatural, it is more like a dragon vein, holding a bright pearl under its chin!

Erhai Lake is the dragon's pearl. The dragon vein absorbs the essence of the sun and moon through the pearl, thus becoming spiritual. Although it is not as majestic and magnificent as the Three Mountains and Five Sacred Mountains, it is more beautiful and spiritual!

Therefore, the dragon vein in this place has taken the form of a coiled dragon, fully embodying the beauty and spirit of the mountains and rivers, and has the potential to transform into a true dragon and soar into the sky.

However, it was precisely this dragon that caused an earthquake in Yunnan when it tried to transform into a dragon and ascend to heaven. At that time, Yunnan was in the Nanzhao Kingdom period.

The king of Nanzhao at that time invited a high-ranking Buddhist monk to cut off the dragon's single horn and cast a towering pagoda. He also used statues of Garuda and Guanyin to suppress the dragon and offered incense to it from time to time, providing it with a continuous source of spiritual power.

As for why the Golden-Winged Bird was invited, the ancient book "Jinshi Cuibian" records: "It is said that dragons respect pagodas but fear the Peng bird. Dali was formerly known as Longze, so this was used to suppress it."

Centuries later, the dragon finally grew two small horns again, but by then the Nanzhao Kingdom had been destroyed and replaced by the Miaoxiang Kingdom.

Miaoxiang Kingdom is ruled by the Duan family, is a family of extraordinary people, and is a country that worships Buddhism.

To ensure the stability of the Kingdom of Miaoxiang, a Buddhist master cut off two of the dragon's small horns and used them to forge two small pagodas on either side of the Thousand-Foot Pagoda.

As is well known, the Three Pagodas of Chongsheng Temple have no foundation. During a certain earthquake, the cracks in the pagodas healed themselves, which has puzzled many experts.

In reality, the seal of these three towers has long been intertwined with the dragon's veins, maintained by the energy of those veins. Through their shared origins with the dragon, the three towers also absorb the vital energy of the dragon's veins to repair themselves.

During the Ming Dynasty, the descendants of the Mu family went so far as to erect a stone tablet on the forehead of the dragon, with the help of an imperial decree, to permanently protect the mountains and rivers.

Historically, nine emperors have become monks here to suppress the earth's veins with the power of humanity.

With four seals pressing down in succession, the dragon had no chance to turn the tide. What a pitiful dragon!
The old priest was seen waving his cypress fan like a butterfly, chanting incantations.

A ghostly blue incantation appeared on the fan, faintly resonating with some dormant power deep beneath the Three Pagodas. The earth's energy was activated, and the pagodas began to tremble slightly. The wind chimes on the eaves rang without wind, sounding an urgent alarm.

"Oh no! Someone is tampering with the seal on the Three Pagodas!" A young monk in the temple, who had been meditating with his eyes closed, suddenly opened his eyes.

Deep underground, the dragon, bound by layers of Buddhist light and vows, sensed the call from the outside world and let out a deep dragon roar.

It had been sealed away for over a thousand years, its resentment deeply ingrained. Sensing the seal loosening, it immediately began to struggle frantically. The earth's energy surged chaotically across the nineteen peaks of Cangshan Mountain, and waves rose from the still waters of Erhai Lake.

However, just as the dragon was about to break through the last restraint—

"Wow—!"

A clear, melodious bird song drifted down from the heavens.

Suddenly, the Garuda statue at the highest point of the Three Pagodas emitted boundless golden light, and a huge Garuda phantom spread its wings, covering the entire Chong Sheng Temple.

At the same time, another gentle yet more vast power surged from the Guanyin statue, transforming into eleven different forms that enveloped the entire Cangshan Mountain.

The power of Buddhist vows, accumulated over hundreds of years, has long been integrated with this landscape. At this moment, sensing the unusual movement of the earth's veins, the Dharma protectors are automatically activated.

The old priest's expression changed, and the cypress fan in his hand cracked open with a "crack." He hadn't expected the seal to be so strong, maintaining such power even after thousands of years.

"My Lord, what should we do?"

The attendant beside him asked anxiously.

The old man squinted at the golden-winged bird statue at the highest point of the three towers: "Since we can't summon the dragon, we'll destroy the protective barrier. Once the golden-winged bird's seal is damaged, the dragon will break free."

He took out a jet-black magatama, its surface wreathed with ominous blood-red patterns. This was the "Yuneng Qilu Jade," forged from the filth of the Yellow Springs, most adept at corrupting Buddhist ritual implements.

(End of this chapter)