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

Chapter 78 The Method of Blessing
Han Yun exclaimed in surprise, "What incredible speed!"

It should be noted that this Weituo statue is made of clay and must weigh at least several hundred kilograms, yet it is surprisingly agile.

This is understandable, as Wei Tuo was known as the "Divine Traveler" in Buddhism, famous for his swift and agile movements.

Legend has it that when Shakyamuni Buddha entered Nirvana, the gods and kings divided the Buddha's relics after cremation and each went back to build stupas to enshrine them.

Wei Tuo also received a Buddha tooth relic and was preparing to return to Heaven. A swift demon took advantage of the chaos, stole a pair of Buddha tooth relics, and ran away.

Wei Tuo gave chase and captured the swift demon in an instant, retrieving the Buddha's relics. All the gods and kings praised Wei Tuo for driving away evil spirits and protecting the Dharma.

Being able to catch up with swift ghosts, one's speed is naturally extremely fast.

But facing the Vajra pestle, Han Yun was not surprised but delighted, and the meaning of Tai Chi suddenly appeared between his palms.

The black and white Qi flowed like swimming fish, and just as the Vajra was about to touch the crown of the head, it actually deflected the downward strike by three inches.

"boom!"

The vajra slammed into the bluestone slab, sending shards of stone flying. Han Yun used the momentum to leap backward, only to see the statue of Weituo with its eyes wide open in anger, its body radiating Buddhist light, making it appear as if it were a real golden-armored deity.

Suddenly, the tip of the vajra in his hand burst forth with dazzling golden light, transforming into a golden streak that swept across the area.

"interesting!"

With a thought, Han Yun conjured a wisp of Qi, transforming it into a several-zhang-long azure dragon with distinct scales. Its mouth swirled and cleaved, directly biting the golden ribbon to pieces. Then it flew into the air, circling and roaring.

The statue of Weituo stomped on the ground and transformed into a golden streak of light, flying into the air, much like Weituo subduing demons.

The two clashed, producing a sound like metal clashing.

Han Yun sighed, "As expected of a guardian deity, his strength is fierce and his body is indestructible. He has the power to capture dragons and subdue tigers."

This statue of Weituo is fast, has a hard body, can unleash Qi, and can fly. It can fight and escape, and even experts and extraordinary people would probably be stuck in a stalemate if they faced it.

That is, I met Han Yun, this oddball.

The old monk gave a wry smile: "With your cultivation level, why should you care about the methods of the Dharma Protectors of Buddhism?"

Han Yun shrugged: "Having many skills is never a bad thing. Nobody would complain about having too many tricks up their sleeve, right?"

"Master, besides this Weituo statue, are there any others? Let's bring them up side by side!"

The old monk looked tenderly at the statue of Weituo, whose golden glitter had fallen off its body, and then waved his hand, causing the dust on the painted sculptures of the Four Vajra Warriors in front of the Hall of Heavenly Kings to fall in a flurry.

These four Vajra Warriors are like one person, all holding Vajra pestles, only their expressions and appearances are slightly different.

As the old monk turned the prayer beads in his hand, the four Vajras simultaneously opened their eyes, their bodies radiating a pale golden halo.

"Please be careful, benefactor."

The old monk said in a deep voice, "These four Vajra Guardians are the protectors of the mountain gate, and their combined attack technique is extraordinary."

A glint of light flashed in Han Yun's eyes, and he revealed an excited expression: "Good! Just what I wanted!"

Before he finished speaking, the Four Vajras had already formed a four-sided formation, surrounding Han Yun in the center. One of the Vajras suddenly sprang up, sweeping his Vajra pestle horizontally, creating a whistling sound.

However, a muscular, powerful lion pounced on him, while at the same time, three other powerful lions attacked the other three Vajra Warriors.

The killing techniques he used were inherited from Li Yuanxing's Thirty-Six Forms of Martial Lion, and every move he made contained the true meaning of subduing demons.

The golden lion lay on Han Yun's backpack, watching with great interest, and kept cheering, "Ya ya~" as if it were cheering for the four lions.

The five statues fought for a long time, but they couldn't do anything to Han Yun. Moreover, the old monk could also see that the other party had never been serious from beginning to end, so he simply put away the statues.

The old monk's gaze was profound as he said frankly, "If you are truly interested in this method, I can explain it to you."

Han Yun's eyes lit up: "Then thank you very much, Master."

The old monk smiled slightly, and after dealing with the three petty thieves, he turned and walked out of the hall: "Please follow me."

Han Yun followed closely behind, and the two passed through several courtyards before arriving at a secluded meditation room. The old monk turned on the lamp, and the light illuminated the mottled Buddhist paintings on the wall.

"Sit down," the old monk said, pointing to the prayer mat.

Han Yun sat down cross-legged, and the cat doll that Jin Ni had transformed into jumped off his backpack, perched on his shoulder, and curiously looked around.

The old monk glanced at the golden lion, a hint of kindness flashing in his eyes, but said nothing more.

He took out a yellowed sutra scroll and slowly said, "The art of polychrome sculpture at Shuanglin Temple originated from Yang Huizhi, the sculptor of the Tang Dynasty. It was later improved by eminent monks of all dynasties, and incorporated Buddhist vows and aspirations, which is why it is so wonderful today."

"To create a guardian deity, two important parts are needed: the sculpture itself and the blessing that is bestowed upon it."

"The method of creating the painted sculptures has long been lost in this temple. It is said that it requires specially refined clay, cotton wadding, and other materials, as well as a master painter to paint them. It is extremely complicated."

"Only the method of blessing is passed down in this temple."

"Blessing?" Han Yun seemed to be thinking.

"good."

The old monk nodded: "Buddhist disciples cultivate themselves and use the Dharma to guide sentient beings. When sentient beings worship sincerely, they will generate vows. These vows gather on Buddha statues and ritual implements. Over the years, when high monks use secret methods, they become blessings."

"Of course, this blessing power can actually be understood by the practitioner as the purified power of incense and vows, which makes the statue more likely to possess some supernatural powers."

Han Yun is quick to grasp things, which is essentially equivalent to targeted training.

The old monk continued, "The painted sculptures of Shuanglin Temple were made to carry more incense offerings and wishes. In addition, their exquisite craftsmanship and lifelike appearance, combined with the power of blessing, have resulted in this Vajra Protector."

“For those ancient statues that have become spiritual entities and spirits, the blessing power will also have an effect.”

"However, although the power of incense and prayer is good, it is mixed with the distracting thoughts of sentient beings. If the method is not correct, even a spirit can easily lose its true nature and eventually become like a clay doll, gradually losing its true spirituality."

As the old monk spoke, he glanced at the golden lion beside Han Yun.

Han Yun smiled, picked up the golden lion, and said, "I don't plan to let it absorb the power of incense offerings and wishes at the moment, so as not to obscure its true nature."

"Good, good, good!"

The old monk smiled and said, "This spirit is fortunate to be following you. I can give you this secret technique, but you must promise me one thing."

"What's the matter?"

Han Yun asked curiously.

“Your talent is exceptional and your virtue is profound. You may be able to encounter and learn the art of colored sculpture. If you do learn it, please make a copy and send it to Shuanglin Temple.”

The old monk sighed, "With the erosion of time, I don't know how many more years these painted sculptures can last. We must find a way out."

(End of this chapter)