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

Chapter 77 Guardian Vajra
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The fat man screamed and tried to run away, but he tripped over the threshold and fell headfirst to the ground.

The tall, thin man's legs went weak, and the tools in his hands clattered to the ground. His face was deathly pale, and he staggered backward, bumping into the statue of Weituo that had somehow "stepped" off the altar!
Wei Tuo glared angrily, raising his vajra high as if to strike!
"Spare me! Spare me!" The eldest brother collapsed to his knees, kowtowing repeatedly.

Outside the hall, Han Yun leaned against an ancient cypress branch, yawned, and said lazily, "With so little courage, you dare to steal things?"

Han Yun's gaze shifted to the shadows inside the hall, where the old monk had somehow appeared beside the statue of Weituo, holding prayer beads and with a deep gaze.

The old monk's robes fluttered slightly in the night breeze. He turned the prayer beads in his hand and looked past the three thieves who were lying limp on the ground, his gaze landing directly on Han Yun.

"Benefactor, why do you visit this sacred Buddhist sanctuary so late at night?" The old monk's voice was deep and calm, his appearance dignified, and his voice carried an invisible pressure.

Han Yun leaped down from the ancient cypress, walked over, shrugged, and laughed, "Master, you misunderstand. I just happened to be passing by and saw someone doing something improper, so I came to watch the excitement."

The old monk frowned slightly, clearly not believing this explanation, but now was not the time to investigate further.

He turned to look at the three thieves and said coldly, "This is a sacred Buddhist site. How dare you desecrate it? I have already spoken kindly to you and advised you repeatedly during the day. Now that the cause and effect have been sown, you should be punished."

As soon as the words were spoken, the colorful sculptures in the hall began to chant Buddhist mantras in unison, the sound of chanting rising like a thousand Buddhas proclaiming their proclamations, the voices surging towards the three of them like a tide.

They immediately clutched their heads and screamed in agony, as if countless needles were piercing their brains, causing them unbearable pain.

Han Yun narrowed his eyes, thinking to himself, "This old monk is indeed extraordinary. He can actually activate the incense and vows within the painted sculpture and transform them into chanting."

But upon closer reflection, it makes sense.

Both Buddhism and Taoism have always valued incense offerings, which are equivalent to the power of vows. Within this power of vows lies faith, which is essentially the spiritual energy people express when worshipping gods.

Spiritual power, to put it simply, is the sexuality of the human body!
Therefore, one can use the primordial Qi to refine, unify, and drive it, transforming it into all sorts of incredible means.

These beliefs are intertwined with human desires and expectations, as well as preconceived notions about deities, and these notions are also part of spiritual power.

It is said that when people have something on their minds, something will eventually come back to them.

When one's spirit reaches a certain level of power, it can actually manipulate the energy of heaven and earth, such as thunder, fire, repulsive force, and attractive force.

Whatever abilities humans bestow upon deities, these abilities can be completely replicated after the incense offerings and prayers are refined and transformed through the primordial energy.

Religious sects with deep-rooted traditions like Buddhism and Taoism must have found ways to manipulate and transform the power of incense offerings and vows into means.

The divine mask in the original novel of Under One Person is actually just the tip of the iceberg, and even the most low-level one. It is performed with one's life, and in the end, it still requires one to bear those complex and varied powers of faith.

For both Buddhism and Taoism, there are naturally better and more perfect methods.

Examples include the Yellow Turban Warriors and the Six Ding and Six Jia of Taoism, and the Dharma Protectors and the Eight Heavenly Dragons of Buddhism.

Han Yun suddenly looked intently at the statue of Weituo next to the old monk, thinking that this must be the legendary guardian deity!
Seeing that the three people were foaming at the mouth, their eyes were unfocused, and they had fainted, it was feared that if this continued, they would be driven to madness by the sound of the Brahma chant.

Han Yun sighed softly and snapped his fingers.

"Master, a lesson is enough. If we supernatural beings really kill ordinary people, be careful, or the All-Knowing Bureau will come knocking on our door!" A burst of Qi transformed into an invisible barrier that spread around the three of them, instantly blocking out the chanting. A hint of surprise flashed in the old monk's eyes, and his prayer beads paused slightly.

"Your skills are truly remarkable."

Han Yun smiled and said, "It's just a trivial skill. But Master's Thousand Buddha Chant is truly exquisite."

The old monk gave Han Yun a deep look and said, "I never intended to kill them. At most, I would just knock them unconscious, then use a secret method to make them think they were having a dream, and then throw them out of the temple."

After the old monk finished speaking, he put away his prayer beads, and the chanting in the hall stopped abruptly. The painted sculptures also returned to their original state, as if nothing had happened.

Han Yun stepped forward, squatted down to check on the three people, and confirmed that they were only unconscious and not seriously injured. Then he stood up and said, "Master, you have mercy."

The old monk shook his head: "It's not about compassion, but the Buddhist temple is a pure place, unsuitable for bloodshed. However, you, benefactor..."

He stared intently at Han Yun: "Your aura is unique and perfectly harmonious. You are neither a pure Taoist nor a Buddhist, yet you are subtly connected to both, with a profound causal relationship."

"Moreover, you are accompanied by a spirit with profound spiritual background and the aura of my Buddhist sect. In my eighty-plus years of life, this is the first time I have ever seen such an extraordinary person as you."

Han Yun looked into the old monk's peculiar eyes and couldn't help but feel a chill. This old monk was indeed quite skilled. It seemed that he had mastered one of the six supernatural powers of Buddhism, otherwise he wouldn't have been able to see the unique aura emanating from him.

I just don't know if it's the ability to see past lives or the ability to see the future!

Han Yun smiled slightly and did not hide anything: "Master has a discerning eye. I do not belong to any school. I just happened to receive some inheritance and travel the world to visit ancient sites."

The old monk pondered for a moment, then suddenly asked, "Benefactor, did you come to Shuanglin Temple today for the sake of the incense offerings and vows depicted in these painted sculptures?"

Han Yun shook his head frankly and said, "No, I just heard that the painted sculptures of Shuanglin Temple are exceptional, possibly containing the essence of a thousand years of incense offerings, and are somewhat mystical, so I came to see them."

"But rest assured, Master, I have no desire for it; I am merely curious about its mysteries."

Upon hearing this, the old monk's expression softened slightly: "The benefactor is indeed frank. The incense and vows within these painted sculptures are the result of the devout prayers of believers throughout the ages. If they were to fall into the hands of evildoers, they would indeed bring endless calamities."

"Several years ago, Xia Liuqing, a vicious thug from Quanxing, tried to steal the colorful sculptures and incense from the temple, but I chased him out. Today, when you arrived, the aura of the spirit incense on your body was strong, and I was on guard because of this preconceived notion."

"Please forgive me, benefactor!"

After saying this, the old monk even performed a Buddhist salute.

Han Yun waved his hands repeatedly and said, "Master, you flatter me. It is only right to be cautious. I just wonder if I could personally experience the supernatural power of these painted sculptures, so that my trip would not have been in vain."

The old monk looked puzzled, after all, he had never heard of someone coming to his door asking for a beating.

“Since it is your wish, this old monk can grant it.”

No sooner had the old monk finished speaking than the statue of Weituo, which had just returned to its original position, instantly teleported in front of Han Yun, and the Vajra pestle, carrying immense force, cleaved down on his head!

(End of this chapter)