Aiming for the Immortal Path

Chapter 1417 Sanskrit Sound, Sanskrit Seal, Buddha’s Light, Resurrection from the Dead

"Huh? Sanskrit sound? Sanskrit seal? Buddha's light? Could it be that this Holy Spirit Sect is related to the former Jinchan Temple and is also a member of the Buddhist sect?"

"It's hard to say that the Buddhist sect has always been mysterious. Taoism has great power, so the Buddhist sect may not have no strong people. Such continuous and pure chanting is enough to at least show that this holy girl of the Holy Spirit has a lot of attainments in Buddhist skills and Dharma."

"But since the Holy Spirit Sect has Buddhist origins, we can clearly explain why...it is said to be an instruction from an immortal?"

"As the saying goes, the path of cultivation leads to the same goal. Become an immortal or become a Buddha. No one knows what the scenery will be like when you reach the end of the immortal road. Besides, if an immortal comes to the world and tries to save the world, he may not care about the guidance. Those who cultivate immortality, or those who cultivate Buddhism.”

"The most important thing is that this person is obviously a master of the true energy-enhancing Buddhism skill, and he must be practicing both Buddhism and Taoism. Then... this Holy Spirit Sect is very likely to be between Buddhism and Taoism, and both can be accepted!"

"Yes, what the two fellow Taoists said does have some truth to it."

"If the Holy Spirit Sect really has Buddhist origins, it will be able to demonstrate the means of bringing people back to life. It is not impossible for them to lead them to fight against those evil spirits and ghost cultivators and try to break the darkness!"

…

The sound of chanting continued continuously, and the Saint of the Holy Spirit Cult just showed off her methods. Before she actually took action, many monks present began to have a different impression of the Holy Spirit Cult and their mentality changed.

In the world of immortality cultivation, most monks dislike Buddhist teachings. However, orthodox Buddhist practices often have strict disciplines and are also part of the righteous path.

Compared with the sect forces whose origins are unknown, it is undoubtedly easier for the monks present to accept it.

Listening to the whispers mixed with the chanting, Su Twelve frowned slightly, and his face became obviously more solemn at this moment.

"This continuous Sanskrit sound, at first glance, does have a calming and peaceful effect."

"But the Sanskrit sound is clearly mixed with a weird tone that is difficult to detect, just like the evil practice of charming, with the hidden intention of bewitching people's hearts. This is probably extremely difficult to detect unless you have a good understanding of Buddhist scriptures and Taoist scriptures."

"And those who hear the sound, if their cultivation level and concentration are insufficient, will easily be affected by this Buddha's sound without knowing it."

"What a silent way to moisturize things! What a Holy Spirit Cult!!! No wonder... no wonder the monks who came here before were willing to join the Holy Spirit Cult. I am afraid that their mental judgment is also affected to a large extent by this Sanskrit sound."

"The Holy Spirit Cult came from Cangshan, and Cangshan is an important place for sealing demons in the world of immortality. Could it be said that... it is the result of the operation of the demon under the seal of demons? But there is no trace of demonic aura in either this place or the saint of the Holy Spirit Cult. It seems that if we want to verify it, we have to find a way to ask Lin Wuyou to come for help."

Su Twelve thought secretly.

On the road of cultivating immortality, he read thousands of books, and even conducted considerable research on Buddhist scriptures and Taoist scriptures.

In the blink of an eye, many subtle details that other monks could not detect were heard in this Sanskrit sound.

But he didn't alert the snake, and his face remained expressionless.

He recited Buddhist sutras silently in his heart, and the true energy in his body circulated even faster, quietly dissolving the subtle influence of the Sanskrit sounds.

Sanskrit sounds echoed through the mountains and forests, and there were more and more Sanskrit seals in the air.

Within a moment, in the Brahma Seal that filled the sky, drops of golden light were like falling rain, heading straight to Fenglingyou's location.

Halfway up the mountain, Fenglingyou felt distant. He immediately sat cross-legged on the ground, closed his eyes slightly, listened to the voice echoing in his ears, and completely relaxed his mind.

Drops of golden light fell, flooding his body

There were ripples and waves of mysterious and mysterious pure and holy aura.

As the breath circulated, in Fenglingyou's mind, every moment of meeting and acquaintance with his beloved wife, and then staying together for a long time, flashed over and over uncontrollably like a horse watching a flower.

Memories of the past appeared in his mind, echoing every moment of his past with his lover. Unknowingly, the glittering lightning between the two places quietly slipped from Fenglingyou's eyes.

The golden raindrops continued, and among the crowd, several obscure spiritual consciousnesses were also detected, surrounding the golden rain, not only observing, but also preparing to take action at any time.

The Saint Holy Spirit Church just pretends to be ignorant of all this.

Concentrating on casting spells and chanting mantras, the Buddha's light emanating from the whole body seemed to be vaguely concrete, and a majestic and weird-looking Buddha statue with a hideous and terrifying expression loomed.

For a full hour, the virtual image of the Buddha was almost completely solid.

Suddenly, the space fluctuated.

The delicate body of the Saint Holy Girl trembled, and the aura that was constantly tumbling around her body suddenly shrank and disappeared.

The face under the white gauze could also be seen to the naked eye, turning pale.

He looked like he was exhausted and exhausted.

The breath disappeared, the movements of his hands stopped suddenly, the Buddha's light on his body disappeared in an instant, and the looming Buddha statues around him also completely dissipated.

The Brahma seals filled the sky, and the continuous Sanskrit sounds slowly dispersed.

And halfway up the mountain, as the last drop of golden rain fell, Feng Lingyou, who was immersed in memories, suddenly trembled, and a mouthful of bright red blood spilled out.

At this moment, I felt as if my soul had been stripped away, and my face suddenly turned ferocious, showing an expression of extreme pain.

The pain lasted only a moment, but to him, it seemed like ten thousand years.

Beads of sweat continued to fall from his forehead. In the blink of an eye, nearly half of Feng Lingyou's hair turned gray, and his aura declined to the extreme.

Not only did he look weak, but he also seemed to be dozens of years older. Compared to him just now, he looked completely different.

But at this moment, few of the people present paid attention to Fengling You.

The focus of attention was almost entirely on the ice coffin behind Fengling You and the woman lying in it.

The end of the Saint Holy Spirit's spellcasting means that... things should come to an end.

In the ice coffin, the woman was still lying motionless, with no sign of life flowing from the beginning to the end.

"Fellow Taoist, Dai'er..."

Seeing this scene, Fenglingyou couldn't care less about his poor condition at the moment. He only glanced at it and hurriedly looked up at the saint of the Holy Spirit in the sky.

"Don't worry, fellow Daoist Feng, this spell casting went smoothly. I'm at least 70% sure that Mrs. Zun is fine!"

Before he finished speaking, Holy Spirit Sect Saintess waved her hand, and immediately a burst of true energy fell from the sky, slowly pushing open the ice coffin lid.

The moment the ice coffin lid was opened, the golden rain that had fallen on Fenglingyou suddenly reappeared out of thin air.

Waves of breeze blew, and the golden rain and wind rose from Lingyou's body into the sky, intertwining to form a golden spring. It turned into a golden arc in the sky, dropped into the ice coffin, and submerged into the woman's body.

In a moment, the golden clear spring completely disappeared.

The woman who had lost all her life, with only her body remaining, first moved her fingers slightly, and then her eyelashes trembled.

After a few breaths, he suddenly opened his eyes, rolled his eyes in disbelief, and looked at the familiar figure that appeared in front of him with a look of astonishment. "Huh? Sanskrit sound? Sanskrit seal? Buddha's light? Could it be that this Holy Spirit Sect is related to the former Jinchan Temple and is also a member of the Buddhist sect?"

"But since the Holy Spirit Sect has Buddhist origins, we can clearly explain why...it is said to be an instruction from an immortal?"

"The most important thing is that this person is obviously a master of the true energy-enhancing Buddha's skill, and he must be practicing both Buddhism and Taoism. Then... this Holy Spirit Sect is very likely to be between Buddhism and Taoism, and both can be accepted!"

"Yes, what the two fellow Taoists said does have some truth to it."

…

In the world of immortality cultivation, most monks dislike Buddhist teachings. However, orthodox Buddhist practices often have strict disciplines and are also part of the righteous path.

Compared with the sect forces whose origins are unknown, it is undoubtedly easier for the monks present to accept it.

Listening to the whispers mixed with the chanting, Su Twelve frowned slightly, and his face became obviously more solemn at this moment.

"This continuous Sanskrit sound, at first glance, does have a calming and peaceful effect."

"But the Sanskrit sound is clearly mixed with a weird tone that is difficult to detect, just like the evil practice of charming, with the hidden intention of deceiving people's hearts. This is probably extremely difficult to detect unless you have a good understanding of Buddhist scriptures and Taoist scriptures."

"And those who hear the sound, if their cultivation level and concentration are insufficient, will easily be affected by this Buddha's sound without knowing it."

Su Twelve thought secretly.

On the road of cultivating immortality, he read thousands of books, and even conducted considerable research on Buddhist scriptures and Taoist scriptures.

In the blink of an eye, many subtle details that other monks could not detect were heard in this Sanskrit sound.

But he didn't alert the snake, and his face remained expressionless.

He recited Buddhist sutras silently in his heart, and the true energy in his body circulated even faster, quietly dissolving the subtle influence of the Sanskrit sounds.

Sanskrit sounds echoed through the mountains and forests, and there were more and more Sanskrit seals in the air.

Within a moment, in the Brahma Seal that filled the sky, drops of golden light were like falling rain, heading straight to Fenglingyou's location.

Halfway up the mountain, Fenglingyou felt distant. He immediately sat cross-legged on the ground, closed his eyes slightly, listened to the voice echoing in his ears, and completely relaxed his mind.

Drops of golden light fell, flooding his body

There were ripples, and there were waves of mysterious and mysterious pure and holy aura.

Memories of the past appeared in his mind, echoing every moment of his past with his lover. Unknowingly, the sparkling light of lightning slipped quietly from two places in Fenglingyou's eyes.