I'm in Shrouding the Heavens Practicing Eternal Life

“The *Linlan* orchid is quite popular with women. Among the people I know, men don't like it. They only find its fragrance lingers for too long, making it easy to be discovered and tracked when going out.”

Men and women view problems from different angles. The *Linlan* orchid has a pleasant fragrance that aids cultivation, and its scent lingers for a long time. Even a tiny bit will linger for ages.

But for someone like Ye Fan, who always stirs up trouble and gets chased by a bunch of people every time he goes out, it's a disaster. He doesn't want to get involved at all. Others could just use a dog to chase him to the ends of the earth.

“That's because you don't understand romance.” Jue Youqing felt something was off as soon as he said this, because next to him was the ancient temple of the Joyful Buddha lineage.

Luo Mo simply looked ahead, seemingly not caring. “Maybe that's how it is. I once found a forest of ancient *Linlan* trees in a remote ancient world. When the *Linlan* orchids bloom again, I'll have someone send some to you.”

“Thank you, Holy Son.”

Jue Youqing didn't refuse, because *Linlan* orchids are really hard to find. Who knows where else to find them? If you miss this village, you might not find another inn.

Along the way up Mount Sumeru, Buddhist bells rang out one after another.

As the Holy Son of the Yao Guang Holy Land, Luo Mo was surrounded by layers upon layers of divine halos wherever he went, his brilliance dazzling. After passing through the Great Tribulation of Wind and Fire, his spirit was even more clear and penetrating. A halo of wisdom condensed behind his head, untouched by disaster, subduing all kinds of powers such as Yuan Qi, magic power, divine power, mental power, and wish power. Even the power of Buddhist faith was no exception, swirling around him under the illumination of the light of wisdom.

Celestial flowers scattered, golden lotuses bloomed. These were all manifestations of the dense power of faith from Mount Sumeru. With each step Luo Mo took, a golden lotus blossomed. Mount Sumeru seemed to be welcoming a true Buddhist son.

The monks cultivating in the various ancient temples on Mount Sumeru couldn't help but come out to watch, because they had never seen such a scene before.

At the summit of Mount Sumeru, which pierced through the Northern Dipper, the dense power of faith seemed to have draped the mountain peak in divine clothing, isolating the Nine Heavens Gang Wind. Several meteorites circled around, giving one the feeling of being able to pluck the stars with their hands.

And the only ancient temple located on the summit was inscribed with four large, forceful characters: ‘Great Thunderclap Temple,’ flowing with wisps of Emperor Qi.

In front of the temple was an ancient tree, its trunk gnarled and its leaves all fallen, but it possessed a kind of immortal aura, preventing it from decaying in this world.

“This is the Undying Bodhi Divine Tree. It's just that the divine medicine later underwent Nirvana, and the seeds are nowhere to be found. My Buddha once attained enlightenment under the Bodhi tree, and imbued it with his aura, so this tree has been preserved.”

Chaos Qi permeated beneath this Bodhi tree, and a figure sat cross-legged beneath it, still reflecting the scene of that year even after tens of millions of years.

But it was just an image. Amitabha the Great Emperor once attained enlightenment under this divine tree, leaving behind indelible traces that remained for countless generations.

And this tree was just the old body shed by the Bodhi tree during Nirvana. The seeds had long been taken away. Shakyamuni left it in front of the Great Thunderclap Temple on Mars, where Luo Mo obtained it, and now it has grown into a Bodhi Divine Tree again.

The Bodhi Divine Tree is currently thriving in the Jade Pool. After all, this is a trip to the Western Desert Buddhist holy land, so Luo Mo didn't bring it along, fearing something unexpected might happen. Undying divine medicines stir people's hearts.

This small bowl really only contained one bowl, and it wasn't a spatial magic tool, because this was a divine spring comparable to the Spring of Life, specializing in nourishing the spirit. The Buddhist sect probably used it very sparingly, since they had been using it for hundreds of thousands of years.

Unlike the divine spring in the old Jade Pool site, which had accumulated so much water over the years because no one had used it, that they couldn't use it all up.

The Water Emperor Gang Qi was good at observing water, and Luo Mo also cultivated the Great Source Technique, so it wasn't too difficult to understand the medicinal properties of the Eightfold Samadhi Divine Water.

It was just that piecing together the medicinal properties to refine a divine pill would require a lot of deduction. Luo Mo cultivated the Azure Emperor Wood Emperor Divine Power, and was extremely familiar with the medicinal properties of various herbs, so he could perform deductions in his sea of consciousness.

In an ancient temple on Mount Sumeru, Luo Mo had been continuously deducing for several days. He sat cross-legged in the main hall, and the Buddhist light and mental power blessed him, not treating him as an outsider.

He was constantly deducing, with strands of azure Wood Emperor Gang Qi and strands of black Water Emperor Gang Qi simulating the herbs and divine spring, constantly increasing, decreasing, merging, separating, and merging again, to condense a perfect pill shape.

“Amitabha, this old monk is Huai Kong, and I also excel in pills and medicines. Today, I hope to witness the Holy Son's wondrous pill refining techniques, to see if it is truly as the rumors say, unparalleled in the world.”

An old monk with white eyebrows appeared in the main hall. Indeed, many monks had been curious and came to see Luo Mo, the Holy Son of the Yao Guang Holy Land, but none had entered to disturb him. This old monk, Huai Kong, was the first to step into the hall.

His aura wasn't strong, as if he had just stepped into the Secret Realm of the Sendai, and he wasn't confrontational either, just speaking softly and quietly entering the hall.

“I wouldn't dare to claim to be unparalleled in the world. I just have a fondness for the art of pill refining. Master Huai Kong understands the Eightfold Samadhi Divine Spring Water even better, so why not enlighten me?”

“Very well, this old monk will make a fool of myself.”

The old monk pushed out his withered palm, and a Buddhist seal surged like water, transforming into divine spring, transforming into lotuses, transforming into Bodhi, transforming into mineral stones, transforming into all kinds of divine materials, all with some medicinal properties.

As expected of an expert in this field!

Bodhi leaves fell, lotuses spat out seeds, divine metal turned into juice. The various divine materials that the old monk evolved were all extracted from his own body, extracting traces of medicinal power that he had once consumed, demonstrating his profound skill, a master of pills and medicines.

The various divine materials contained thin medicinal power, evolving and merging into one. In a short while, they condensed into a golden, glittering Glazed Divine Pill.

“This Great Radiance Glazed Heart-Cleansing Medicine King Pill is a fragment that I found in an ancient book, and spent my life completing. What does the Holy Son think?”

Although the Buddhist sect emphasizes pure cultivation, eliminating distracting thoughts, and suppressing the five aggregates, the old monk couldn't help but reveal a bit of pride. This was the culmination of his life's work, and he believed that encountering a master of pills and medicines would allow them to appreciate his ingenuity.

Luo Mo pointed at the divine pill, and immediately felt a trace of its effect. Although this was just a deduced pill, with only a few traces of medicinal power, one could still see the true efficacy of this divine pill.

A surge of divine radiance poured into the sea of consciousness, neither cold nor hot, transforming into a warm sun in the sky, scattering endless light, making the spirit clear and transparent, transforming into a hot spring in a giant rock, relieving physical fatigue, and receiving a dual cleansing. For a time, all burdens were lifted, thoughts raced like lightning, and burdens were cast aside. Taking this divine pill was like sitting under a Bodhi tree to cultivate.

It actually has this kind of miraculous effect?

Although it was only temporary, being able to briefly reach the height of a divine medicine's passive effect with one's own active skills, this Great Radiance Glazed Heart-Cleansing Medicine King Pill could be considered extraordinary.

As for the part about strengthening the physical body... sorry, this effect was useless on Luo Mo's body. He had used too many treasures and cultivated too many divine powers to strengthen it. The effect of such a pill couldn't be felt at all.

But he analyzed the divine pill, calculated the medicinal effects, and found that such a pill was enough for an ordinary cultivator to cultivate a golden body. And the various materials used by this monk Huai Kong were not cheap, some of which Luo Mo had never even seen before. It would probably be difficult for him to gather such a set of pill materials.

Even Luo Mo dared to say that he hadn't refined a few pills in his entire life because the materials were hard to find, and many of them were the rarest materials below the Undying Divine Medicine.

"Master's alchemy is truly amazing. I even want to steal this pill formula," Luo Mo said with a smile.

"Hahaha, it's rare to find a confidant in life. The Holy Son's previous deduction also brightened the old monk's eyes. Holy Son, feel free to learn this pill formula and let the old monk see your elixir as well."

Monk Huaikong was quite洒脱 and didn't mind Luo Mo learning this pill formula. He was proficient in alchemy, and after watching the process once, he understood everything. In the future, he could also refine it himself.

"Alright, then I can only do my best not to disappoint the master."

Luo Mo looked around, "It's just that this place is not suitable for alchemy. I want to find an unowned dragon vein in the Western Desert to refine it."

"Dragon vein alchemy? Could this be a secret technique of the Source Art lineage?" Huaikong asked with interest.

"That's right."

"This is easy. I'll lead the Holy Son there."

Before long, Huaikong took Luo Mo down Mount Sumeru and found a dragon vein. Many Buddhist disciples had heard about it and couldn't sit still in their meditation and chanting. They followed along to watch the excitement, not only young monks but also many old monks.

Western Desert, a desolate and uninhabited place, with a dragon vein dormant underground.

Luo Mo, however, didn't just decompose a meager amount of medicinal power to condense a divine pill like the old monk Huaikong. Instead, with a wave of his hand, a rich and fragrant aroma mixed together, sweeping out like a fragrant dragon, intoxicating some young Buddhist disciples with shallow cultivation.

Seeing these divine materials, even the monks were astonished, "This is a branch of the Divine Fire Tree, and it's stained with Golden Crow blood, with a trace of Solar True Fire in it!"

"That's Amethyst Jade Soil? A treasure of the earth element that can only be born in the most extreme places? There are so many large pieces?"

"Is that Divine Spring? It's on par with the Eight-Fixed Divine Spring Water, exuding a strong life essence!"

"I've long heard that the Holy Son of Yao Guang has a lot of Divine Spring from the Desolate Forbidden Land. I've finally seen it today."

Countless divine materials were taken out by Luo Mo. Just the posture of refining pills was scary enough, but more peculiar things would happen next.

Countless Source Heaven patterns were struck into the ground by him, covering this small dragon vein and surrounding it.

"It's like Source Art, but it's different from the inheritance of the four great families of Source Art and the Source King lineage."

An old monk who was good at Source Art said. The Buddhist sect also often purchased sources and various rare treasures in the Northern Region. The monks stationed there naturally had some Source Art skills, although not as specialized as Source Masters, they still had some discernment.

Luo Mo stepped on flowing light, his Xing Zi Secret technique as fast as lightning.

"The Daoist Nine Secrets are truly magical. My Buddhist Six Syllable Mantra is hard to beat," an old monk sighed after seeing the speed of the Xing Zi Secret.

"Grand Uncle Master, where is our Buddhist Six Syllable Mantra?"

A little novice monk asked.

"The Six Syllable Mantra is a secret technique passed down from ancient times. It is said to have existed at the same time as Buddhism and is even older than the Nine Heavenly Venerates. It was only lost later. My Buddha once collected it and allowed several ancient temples to master it separately, but more than 300,000 years have passed, and it has gradually disappeared in the years. Only occasionally can we hear news of the birth of one of the Six Syllable Mantra."

The old monk also sighed endlessly.

Buddhism has a long history. Amitabha Buddha is the only Great Emperor of Buddhism, but Buddhism already existed before Amitabha Buddha. At that time, there was a legend of the Six Syllable Mantra, which was the supreme secret technique of Buddhism, but throughout history, only Amitabha Buddha the Great Emperor collected it and left behind several ancient temples that inherited the Six Syllable Mantra.

But in the end, the years washed away everything, and the Six Syllable Mantra was also submerged in the dust. Only occasionally in the long history can one see a certain syllable of the Mantra shining.

It is said that when the Buddhist Six Syllable Mantra is collected, it can bless immeasurable power and gain great wisdom and great supernatural powers, but after all, it is invisible.

"This life is the Golden Age, which will be brilliant and splendid. I wonder if we can see the Six Syllable Mantra being collected in this life," the old monk sighed, then his eyes burst with bright light, "The old monk often wonders whether the Nine Secrets are more powerful, or my Buddhist Six Syllable Mantra is superior. Both are supreme secret techniques praised by my Buddha. I don't know which is stronger or weaker, and I don't know if there will be a day of brilliant collision."

The little novice monks became excited, "Grand Uncle Master, surely my Buddhist Six Syllable Mantra is more powerful!"

"That's right!"

"But, but the Nine Secrets have nine, and the Six Syllable Mantra only has six," a little one seriously did the arithmetic.

"Um…"

This question stumped the other little monks and made the old monks laugh.

How can secret techniques be judged by quantity?

Jue Youqing didn't expect that Holy Son Jiang Li would actually be discussing alchemy with Elder Huaikong. Although Elder Huaikong's cultivation was not the strongest among his peers, and he couldn't even rank in the forefront, his alchemy skills could be called superb. Many Arhats in the Buddhist sect have successfully cultivated their golden bodies with the help of the elixirs he refined.

But Jiang Li is also famous. Not to mention anything else, many great figures from the Holy Lands and families and the Immortal Dynasties of Central Province ask him to refine elixirs. From this, one can imagine how high his alchemy skills are. Otherwise, those great figures from the Holy Lands and families and the Immortal Dynasties would not abandon their own people and ask outsiders to refine elixirs.

Generally, when people ask Holy Son Jiang Li of Yao Guang to refine elixirs, he only accepts the most precious main ingredients. The effect of the refined elixirs is usually better than expected, and the quantity is also greater.

This competitive advantage is too great, but even so, he is still helping others refine elixirs. One can imagine that there must still be profit in the middle, which further illustrates the magic of his alchemy.

Later, some people asked him to refine elixirs, and he would directly throw out the same elixirs that he had refined for others before, and then take away the medicinal materials, simply and neatly.

Therefore, how many elixirs did Holy Son Yao Guang refine from one portion of medicinal materials? This is a question that people are very curious about.

In fact, Luo Mo's alchemy cannot be simply measured by profit or loss in many cases.

After all, he has a huge advantage, that is, the Divine Spring is worthless. Others regard a drop as a treasure that can improve the quality of the elixir, but he has a whole Divine Lake there. No matter what elixir he refines, he first pours a bucket of Divine Spring into it… Who can compare to that?

Therefore, the actual cost is difficult to calculate.

But this does not mean that his alchemy is not worthy of its name. He can deduce and combine various elixirs by himself, and he is extremely familiar with the medicinal properties. This is something that the Divine Spring cannot replace.

Rumble—

The underground dragon vein was like it was turning over, and a large number of Source Heaven patterns were glowing, forming a purple-gold Bagua symbol imprinted on the earth.

The dragon vein was dormant, and the curve divided Yin and Yang.

The Bagua symbol gathered the essence of the eight directions and frantically poured into the dragon vein.

The monks used their Dharma Eyes and could see that in the dragon's mouth of the dragon vein below, a dragon ball was gathering, and countless divine essences were condensed in the dragon ball, brewing creation.

After the formation was completed, Luo Mo no longer dominated. Those divine materials were all struck into the dragon vein by him, "After forty-nine days, the divine elixir will be formed by itself."

"Good! Good! Good!" Huaikong shouted three times, "To be able to witness such alchemy, the old monk is fortunate for three lifetimes. Using the dragon vein to refine elixirs is like the creation of divine objects by heaven and earth. The Holy Son's methods are indeed superb!"

A person who has studied alchemy all his life can witness another master of the same path, and Huaikong's mood soared to the extreme, looking forward to the birth of this divine elixir.

"I heard that the Holy Son has profound Buddhist nature and great wisdom. I wonder if you can give me some advice," a middle-aged monk invited.

"Of course, I also want to see Buddhist Dharma."