Starting Immortal Cultivation from a White Dog

In the blink of an eye, all four chief monks of Longxiang Temple were beaten to the point of being dead or wounded, leaving only Zen Master Dajue still standing.

The thousands of disciples below stared in disbelief. Many dropped their prayer beads without realizing it, and the chanting had long since become disordered, leaving only heavy breathing.

Some of the younger disciples' legs went weak and they collapsed to the ground, their eyes filled with fear. Their invincible leaders were so easily defeated.

Seeing his fellow disciples, with whom he had spent every day, either dead or wounded, his morale collapsing and the temple shrouded in dust, the Great Awakening Zen Master's eyes turned bloodshot. He suddenly bit his tongue, spitting a mouthful of blood onto the string of sandalwood prayer beads in his hand that had been passed down for generations.

The prayer beads, now imbued with blood essence, shone brilliantly, each bead revealing a miniature golden dragon silhouette, its roar echoing through the air.

The Great Awakening Zen Master roared hoarsely, his voice shrill and echoing through the valley for a long time: "Please, Ancestor, come out of seclusion!"

This shout seemed to have exhausted all his strength, and the string of prayer beads hanging on his hand shattered instantly.

In an instant, a vast and profound aura, as deep as the sea and as abyss, rose into the sky from the depths of the temple.

"Amitabha!"

The chanting of Buddhist prayers seemed to come from beyond the heavens, or perhaps it resonated directly in the hearts of everyone. The sound was not loud, yet it made everyone's eardrums ache and their souls tremble.

A dazzling golden light shot out from the cave behind the mountain. At first, it was only a thin line, but in the blink of an eye, it expanded into a pillar of light that reached the sky and penetrated the earth. Within the pillar of light, golden dragons and white elephants could be faintly seen coiling and flying, and chanting was like thunder.

As the golden light faded, an old monk appeared before the mountain gate.

The old monk was thin and withered, wearing a faded and tattered robe. His face was covered with layers of wrinkles, like the bark of an old tree, and his body was hunched over, as if a gust of wind could blow him over.

But those eyes shone brightly when they opened and closed, as if they could see through people's hearts and see through the truth and falsehood.

Most striking was the golden halo about ten feet in diameter behind his head, which slowly rotated. The halo was composed of countless intricate and profound Buddhist mantras, with a golden dragon and a white elephant connected head to tail at the center, slowly swimming and radiating a pressure that could change the color of heaven and earth.

"Ancestor!" Zen Master Dajue cried out, tears streaming down his face, as he prostrated himself on the ground, his forehead striking the bluestone with a loud thud.

"This disciple is incompetent! This disciple is incompetent! I let thieves come to our door, destroy our mountain gate, injure my junior brother, and kill me."

"Please, Ancestor, do justice for us! Avenge Longxiang Temple!"

The old monk looked up at Wu Tian's demonic body, his voice calm yet containing an undeniable majesty.

"So it's the bloodline of Kuafu, no wonder it possesses such a grandeur."

"You shouldn't have disturbed my Longxiang Temple, and you shouldn't have gone on a killing spree in Longxiang Temple."

"Such cruel methods are inhuman!"

"Why not come with me into seclusion, living a life of quiet contemplation and Buddhist practice, washing away the murderous thoughts in our hearts, so that we may return to the righteous path?"

Before he finished speaking, his figure began to change.

His hunched body straightened, his withered skin became plump, and his wrinkles smoothed out. In the blink of an eye, he transformed from a frail, old monk into a towering golden statue, thousands of feet tall and reaching to the heavens.

This golden statue is as if it were cast from the purest gold, shining brightly and with a solemn and dignified appearance.

The golden statue has a thousand-foot-long golden dragon wrapped around its left arm, the dragon is lifelike, with scales and claws flying; its right arm is wrapped around a white elephant, the white elephant is majestic, its long trunk curling.

The roar of dragons and the howl of elephants resounded through the sky, shaking mountains and rivers for thousands of miles.

The halo behind the golden statue expanded to a hundred feet in size, slowly rotating and sprinkling boundless Buddhist light, enveloping the entire Longxiang Temple.

It is only through the lineage of Longxiang Temple that the golden statue of Longxiang was created.

Those who can cultivate a golden body are known in Buddhism as Dharma Protectors or Dharma Guardians, comparable to Taoist immortals.

The Buddhist sect is known as the Eight Hundred Vajras. Although they do not all walk in the world, they can certainly entrust their life foundation to Mount Sumeru in Buddhism. In a sense, they can be immortal.

As long as Mount Sumeru of Buddhism does not collapse, the Dharma protectors will not fall into the cycle of reincarnation.

The Dragon Elephant Golden Body Ancestor then struck Wu Tian with a palm.

This palm strike is simple and direct, yet it contains the essence of Longxiang Temple's thousand-year heritage. Its divine power is like an elephant, its divine might like a dragon, its relics are in harmony with heaven and earth, and its golden body can bear the power of Mount Sumeru.

The palm print blotted out the sky and sun, with golden dragons and white elephants swirling and roaring within its palm, carrying a terrifying power that could crush mountains and suppress the earth.

This single palm strike is enough to level a hundred miles of mountains and rivers.

Wu Tian, ​​however, was not surprised but laughed. He had already found out that Longxiang Temple had a Vajra guardian, so there was no surprise.

Both the Tianhe Sword Sect and the Longxiang Temple had powerful rogue immortals stationed there, but they were injured and made contributions on the Northwest Demon God Path battlefield, which is why they were able to withdraw from the battlefield when the great battle was in full swing.

The guardian deity of Longxiang Temple was not seriously injured.

With his strength, although he could fight this person, it would be very difficult to completely eliminate him.

But Wu Tian had already planned ahead, and seeing this, he said loudly, "Gentlemen, if you don't make a move now, when will you?"

Before she finished speaking, Bai Fengxian and Lady Zhurong made their moves almost simultaneously.

Bai Fengxian pointed her slender finger, and sixteen cyan-green sword lights spun behind her, then intertwined to form a crescent moon, descending from the sky like a curved blade, slashing down towards the Vajra Venerable.

The moment the crescent-shaped blade appeared, the wind in the entire world stopped. Where the blade's light swept past, a crack as thin as a hair silently appeared in the void, which could not be healed for a long time.

—The blade flashed faster than anyone could imagine, aiming straight for the Vajra Venerable's neck.

Lady Zhurong let out a delicate shout, raised her jade hand, and a crimson whip shot out like a fire dragon emerging from its cave.

The long whip was made of some kind of divine material, its body wreathed in raging flames. When it was lashed, it produced a thunderous crackling sound, and the air was scorched and distorted wherever the whip passed.

The venerable monk from Longxiang Temple's expression changed slightly.

He had been in seclusion and hadn't had a chance to properly observe the outside world. He never expected that there were two rogue immortals beside him. He was caught off guard by the sudden attack.

But he was, after all, a Vajra Venerable who had attained the golden body of a dragon and an elephant, having cultivated diligently for a thousand years and possessing an unwavering will.

The golden dragon on his left arm roared and detached from his arm, a thousand-foot-long golden dragon meeting Bai Fengxian's crescent-shaped blade; the white elephant on his right arm neighed and crashed into Lady Zhurong's fire dragon whip.

However, he ultimately underestimated the power of the two rogue immortals working together.

Bai Fengxian's Taiyin Wind Phase Blade is the only supernatural power that can be cultivated from the "Wind Mother Twenty-Four Phase Blades." It is closely related to her own bloodline and connects the bright moon and the twenty-four wind phases between heaven and earth.

When cultivated to its ultimate level, it becomes as all-pervasive as moonlight, and it cycles through the twenty-four solar terms, using the wind to transform time.

With a single slash, the power of the twenty-four solar terms shifts, symbolizing the cycle of life and death, and the severing of lifespan.

The bright moon-shaped blade clashed with the golden dragon.

"laugh!"

Like a sharp knife slicing through silk.

The thousand-foot-long golden dragon was severed from head to tail by that seemingly insignificant blade of light.

The golden dragon let out a mournful cry, its massive body shattering inch by inch, dissipating into a shower of golden light. The blade's momentum remained undiminished, even gaining a touch more ferocity, aimed directly at the golden dragon's neck.

Lady Zhurong's Fire Dragon Whip is even more domineering. She had been cultivating at the Loose Immortal realm for a long time. After reshaping her true form, although she lost her means of survival, her cultivation and supernatural powers advanced even further.

Although the white elephant was thick-skinned and incredibly strong, it let out a painful howl when whipped by the fire dragon whip, and its massive body was enveloped in the blazing divine fire of Zhurong.

The white elephant roared and struggled in the raging flames, and within a few breaths, it vanished into countless specks of light. The Fire Dragon Whip, like a venomous dragon, coiled around the golden-bodied patriarch's right arm, and the Zhurong Divine Fire burned wildly, emitting a hissing sound, leaving charred marks on the golden-bodied arm.

The Golden Ancestor was both shocked and furious. He roared and tried to break free from the Fire Dragon Whip, while simultaneously striking the Bright Moon Blade that was already at his neck with his left palm.

But in that instant, Wu Tian made a move.

He unleashed the power of the Heavenly Pillar to suppress time to its fullest extent.

Within a ten-foot radius around him, time seemed to stand still.

He took a step forward, and golden light spread beneath his feet, instantly reaching the enemy's side.

The divine pillar in the center was raised high above his head, and all the ancient totems on its body lit up at the same time. A giant phantom, towering over the sky, flashed behind him and let out a silent roar.

"Give me—a broken piece—"

Wu Tian roared, and the divine pillar, carrying the supreme power to suppress time, slammed down fiercely towards the head of the Buddhist dragon and elephant golden statue.

"boom!!"

It was as if the sky had collapsed and the earth had sunk.

The sound spread out as visible ripples, causing mountains to crumble, ancient trees to turn to dust, and many buildings of Longxiang Temple to collapse.

The thousand-foot-tall golden body, starting from the head, was cracked with countless spiderweb-like fine lines. The cracks spread wildly at a speed visible to the naked eye, covering the entire body in the blink of an eye.

Even the hundred-foot-long halo behind his head cracked and stopped spinning abruptly.

"No!" Master Dajue roared in despair, his eyes wide with rage.

The golden dragon-elephant statue of their ancestor exploded like glass, turning into countless golden specks that drifted and scattered like a golden rain.

The true form of the patriarch of Longxiang Temple fell from mid-air and reverted to the appearance of that emaciated old monk.

The practices of Buddhism differ from those of Taoism. The golden body of a Buddhist monk is manifested through relics, and its connection with the physical body is very close.

In the practice of the Taoist Yuan Shen Dao (the Way of the Primordial Spirit), the connection between the Dharma form and the true body is almost non-existent.

The patriarch of Longxiang Temple was filled with shock and disbelief, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth, his aura extremely weak. The breaking of his golden body had caused him unimaginable damage, and his cultivation level might even drop.

His gaze swept over Bai Fengxian and Lady Zhurong in the sky, and then he glanced at the divine and demonic body that Wu Tian had manifested.

When he finally saw Bai Youhuan, who had been watching from afar and whose presence was barely noticeable, his face turned ashen.

The three wandering immortals, and the powerful man with the bloodline of Kuafu, if he continues to stay here, his thousand years of cultivation will likely be in vain.

Even if one has Mount Sumeru to entrust one's life to, one will not fall into the cycle of reincarnation.

But if one wants to walk in the world again, who knows how many years it will take? It's almost the same as death.

Thinking of this, he didn't hesitate any longer, and transformed into a beam of Buddhist light, fleeing towards the horizon.

But Wu Tian was not about to let him go. Now that he had come to Longxiang Temple, he was determined to do his utmost.

Before the Buddha's light could even rise, Bai Fengxian's sword light had already arrived.

The flashes of the blades fell like a waterfall of moonlight, or like a raging wind sweeping across the land, omnipresent and all-pervasive.

The old monk's fleeing figure suddenly stopped. His face still showed shock, resentment, and a trace of bewilderment, and a thin red line appeared on his neck.

The next moment, the head flew high into the air.

The headless corpse fell from the sky, and blood gushed out like a fountain.

"Please don't kill me!"

The blood-stained head cried out loudly; at this level of cultivation, even being separated from one's body and head was not a fatal injury.

Lady Zhurong had already received Wu Tian's instructions, and seeing that Bai Fengxian had struck first, she snorted coldly in her heart.

With a flick of the fire dragon whip, the headless corpse and bloodstained head were swept into the divine fire of Zhurong.

The flames roared and, in just two or three breaths, burned the corpse to ashes, leaving not a trace or a soul behind; it was utterly annihilated, body and soul destroyed.

From the moment Vajra Venerable appeared, displaying his golden dragon-elephant body, to the moment he was killed by the three men, leaving no trace of his body, the entire process took no more than ten breaths.

Decisive, efficient, domineering, and ruthless!
The entire Longxiang Temple was deathly silent.

All the monks, from the Great Master Dajue to the lowest-ranking servant monks, stared blankly at the golden specks of light drifting in the air, at the place that had been burned into nothingness, and at the three figures in the air that were like gods and demons.

Their greatest reliance, the Vajra Ancestor who had cultivated the golden body of the dragon and elephant and guarded the Longxiang Temple for a thousand years... just died like that?

Many people were completely blank-minded, unable to understand or accept it.

"Pfft."

One of the young disciples' legs buckled, and he knelt down on the ground, his eyes glazed over.

The chanting had long since stopped, replaced by suppressed sobs, desperate groans, and heavy, bellows-like breathing.

The Great Master Dajue slumped to the ground, his face ashen, his eyes vacant, as if his soul had been ripped away. His lips trembled, trying to utter a Buddhist chant, but no sound came out.

Zen Master Dawei struggled to raise his head, looking at Wu Tian slowly descending from the sky. Looking at that young and indifferent face, the last bit of resentment and unwillingness in his eyes turned into boundless fear and despair.

Longxiang Temple...it's finished!
Wu Tian turned his gaze to the thousand-foot-tall mighty dragon that had been manifested by the forbidden magic and was still circling in the air.

As the disciples of Longxiang Temple sobbed and wept, the Great Mighty Heavenly Dragon also let out a mournful cry, its sound resounding throughout heaven and earth.

"Noisy."

Wu Tian uttered two words calmly, and raised the divine pillar in his hand once more.

This time, he didn't use any tricks; he simply raised the divine pillar high, and then...

Smash it down hard!

"Boom!!!"

The divine pillar crashed onto the dragon's head, and the mighty dragon, which was formed from countless Sanskrit characters, Buddhist light, incense, and beliefs, shattered like porcelain.

Immediately afterwards, the dragon's neck, body, and tail crumbled piece by piece.

The thousand-foot-long dragon body crumbled inch by inch, turning into a shower of golden light that mixed with shattered runes, scattering down in all directions.

"puff!"

The thousands of disciples below, all of whom had participated in activating the forbidden technique, regardless of their cultivation level, simultaneously coughed up blood.

Those low-level monks, nuns, and laymen suffered internal organ rupture and bleeding from their seven orifices on the spot; no fewer than a thousand of them collapsed and died suddenly.

The disciples and monks with slightly higher cultivation levels also had pale faces, weak breaths, and collapsed to the ground, unable to muster any strength.

The entire Longxiang Temple shook violently! It was as if a major earthquake had struck. (End of Chapter)