I'm in Shrouding the Heavens Practicing Eternal Life

Suspended Temple.

Within the six-character mantra of Buddhism, 'Om Mani Padme Hum,' the Suspended Temple inherits the 'Mi' syllable's celestial sound. It's said to have the effect of cleansing one's foundation and shaping a Buddhist heart. Legend says that those who master the 'Mi' syllable's celestial sound possess blood like flowing gold, capable of dispelling evil and warding off corruption. When smeared on the body, it grants immunity to all spells and can be used to form blood arrays to seal demons. High monks of the Suspended Temple often perform heroic acts of self-sacrifice to subdue demons.

When they venture out and encounter evil demons, they can exhaust their own blood to subdue them.

This blood is naturally very precious, only existing in small quantities within them and difficult to accumulate.

Unlike other cultivators, as long as their origin is not depleted, they can autonomously generate blood. For high-level cultivators, even shedding a river of blood is not a difficult task.

"Amitabha, this old monk has heard of Your Excellency Buddha's victories along the way and already feels ninety percent defeated, yet still wishes to compete," said Abbot Huai Xu of the Suspended Temple humbly. He was also a quasi-sage, and after hearing about the previous battles, he didn't think he could gain an advantage in martial strength, hence his words.

"It's always good to broaden one's horizons," Luo Mo said calmly, while scanning Huai Xu, obtaining the 'Mi' syllable's celestial sound and the Suspended Temple's scriptures and secret techniques.

Huai Xu continued, "I heard that the content of this competition is to be determined by us. This old monk finds it a bit unfair. What do you think, Your Excellency Buddha?"

"You don't need to test me. Since I've taken the initiative to visit and discuss Buddhist teachings, it's naturally to learn from each other's strengths. Bring out what you excel at."

"In that case, this old monk will propose a method that doesn't harm harmony."

The old monk Huai Xu smiled, his eyes beneath his white eyebrows narrowing into slits, resembling a cunning old fox.

"As you wish." Luo Mo analyzed the 'Mi' syllable's celestial sound he obtained from Huai Xu in his mind, feeling somewhat pleasantly surprised.

This 'Mi' syllable's celestial sound possesses some unique qualities. The method of tempering Buddhist blood is vastly different from ordinary scriptures and secret techniques, almost unlike the methods of this era.

Hearing Luo Mo's agreement, Huai Xu waved his hand, and many young novices emerged from within the Suspended Temple, all of them quite young.

Then he said, "These are all disciples of the Ji generation of my Suspended Temple, still young in age. You and I will each choose one to teach for three months. After three months, we will have the two juniors compete, how about that?"

Luo Mo, who was analyzing the 'Mi' syllable's celestial sound, was amused by the old monk Huai Xu's methods.

"You have a good calculation."

"Your Excellency is too kind."

Huai Xu's move was clever. Since the previous ones had already lost, and they were ancient temples also inheriting the six-character mantra, losing again wouldn't be too embarrassing. It would be better to take this opportunity to add some benefits to the temple.

This generation of younger disciples didn't have many particularly outstanding individuals with the potential of geniuses. Therefore, Huai Xu followed the plan, intending to create two small geniuses, and even borrowing the hand of this Buddha.

Truly cunning.

"Three months is too long, three days at most." Luo Mo didn't allow Huai Xu to refute, directly picking a small monk with a round head and a round face, "You, come here."

The little monk was a bit shy, hiding behind a senior brother, but the next moment he appeared in front of Luo Mo. Such methods weren't enough to frighten the monks of the Suspended Temple, but the little monk wore a mournful face, "Grandmaster Uncle, can you choose someone else?"

"Ji Zhu, this is your good fortune." Huai Xu's tone was somewhat stern, "This time, the discussion of Buddhist teachings will be fair and just. You must be diligent and not neglectful. Do you understand?"

The little monk was very unwilling, "Yes, Grandmaster Uncle."

"Mm." Huai Xu also picked a small monk, whose cultivation was comparable to Ji Zhu's. Both were newcomers in the cultivation world who had opened the Bitter Sea and whose Life Springs surged with divine power, belonging to the second minor realm of the Wheel and Sea Secret Realm, barely able to fly with their own divine power.

With the selection complete, he said, "The temple has prepared secret chambers."

"No need, here will suffice."

As Luo Mo spoke, he took out a piece of translucent white bone, which greatly shocked Huai Xu, because it was a saint's bone. Although Luo Mo suppressed it with divine power, he could still discern it with his eyesight.

How precious was a saint's bone? Each piece was a top-tier treasure material, with great effects whether used for refining weapons or making medicine. But now, the Buddha actually took one out.

Luo Mo didn't do anything else, only saying to the little monk Ji Zhu, "This is the skeleton of someone who died exposed in the wilderness. I have a scripture for rebirth and salvation. You will chant scriptures for it for three days, and it will bestow good fortune upon you."

The little monk nodded, "I understand."

Luo Mo transmitted the scripture to the little monk Ji Zhu in secret. The little monk arranged his Dharma implements and began to knock on the wooden fish and chant scriptures.

The scriptures were profound. Everyone heard them clearly, yet seemed not to have heard them clearly. It turned out that the Buddha was chanting the scriptures alongside him.

The resounding chanting caused the translucent white bone to glow slightly. Stars of light flew out, falling one by one onto Ji Zhu's little bald head, merging into it.

Huai Xu: ?!

Can it be like this?

In his view, the so-called salvation was clearly the transformation of the saint's bone into a special power, then absorbing it into the body.

According to his observation, this special power didn't directly strengthen Ji Zhu's Dao practice, but rather merged into various parts of their body, strengthening their Dao foundation.

There's actually this kind of Buddhist practice?

He smiled, since the benefits would fall to his Suspended Temple anyway, it wasn't a loss.

Next, he also began to teach his disciple, with methods much more simple than Luo Mo's.

For example, directly taking out some pills from the Great Luo Realm and having the little monk named Ji Yuan swallow them, or crushing them into powder, dissolving them in a spiritual spring, and smearing them on his body, then beginning to teach him to practice a secret technique to temper his flesh.

On the first day of practice, Ji Yuan's body reflected golden light under the sunlight, appearing to have made great progress.

On the second day, Ji Yuan's skin turned a golden color, and there were sounds like metal clashing when he practiced boxing.

On the third day, Ji Yuan's body was already resounding with thunder, and his blood vessels seemed to be surging with rivers.

Huai Xu also invested heavily, using some pills bought from the Great Luo Realm to build the foundation, and also taking out some precious medicines he had refined to help Ji Yuan build a good foundation for cultivating the 'Mi' syllable's celestial sound.

It should be known that some materials are quite rare and expensive. He also spent a lot of money to avoid losing the Suspended Temple's face.

Ordinary disciples would never be able to enter the 'Mi' syllable's celestial sound in the Wheel and Sea Secret Realm unless they piled it up with money!

However, Little Monk Jiyuan's talent was truly lacking. Although he was considered relatively good among his peers, even with Huai Xu's investment of so many resources, he still hadn't managed to condense a Buddha-heart, his blood flowing like gold. He had only barely managed to cultivate the 'Mi' syllable celestial sound from the outside to the inside.

Three days was ultimately too short. If it were three months, it would be enough for him to cultivate a junior with a Buddha-heart and golden blood.

Meanwhile, on Luo Mo's side, Little Monk Jizhu was still chanting scriptures, needing to chant for three days.

But as he chanted, Little Monk Jizhu's head tilted, and he actually fell asleep on the wooden fish, snoring loudly.

"Hahahaha, this little fellow actually fell asleep."

"Buddha, knock him on the head! I've wanted to try the feel of that little bald head for a long time."

"Wake him up quickly, sleeping like this won't do."

… …

Little Monk Jizhu naturally knew nothing of the outside world. After entering dreamland, he saw the Buddha who had asked him to chant the sutra of salvation for three days.

"I will impart to you the Great Dream Heart Sutra, the 'Ba' syllable celestial sound, and the secret technique of Buddha-heart golden blood."

Jizhu nodded, then said, "But my master and uncles all say I'm stupid. I'm afraid I won't be able to learn so much in three days."

"Within the dream, everything is controlled by me."

Luo Mo waved his hand, evolving a vast world, with fragrant flowers and singing birds, Bodhi trees everywhere, flowing spiritual springs, and floating golden lotuses.

"Time is also controlled by me. From now on, every instant will be three days."

The speed of thought is different from the speed of the outside world. It is easy to adjust in a dream, and since he is a cultivator, there is no need to worry about bursting his brain.

It's not so easy to adjust in the real world, unless one is like Wu Shi, who cultivates the laws of time, or Luo Mo, who has cultivated the Eternal Life Technique to the fourth level of the Changsheng Realm, the Cosmic Light Realm, to be able to adjust the flow of time in the real world.

An instant outside, several years inside.

As long as he can cultivate to the fourth level of Changsheng, the Cosmic Light Realm, and become a Human Dao Supreme or be able to defeat a Human Dao Supreme within two hundred years, it will be no difficulty for him, because he can adjust the flow of time.

At that time, he can casually burn some Pure Yang Pills, adjust the flow of time, and retreat to cultivate for hundreds or thousands of years. He can say unceremoniously that, with his aptitude and the resources he possesses, burning time to cultivate for a thousand years would allow him to sweep away all those forbidden zone Supremes.

The flow of time in the dream is different. It is just an illusion, used by Luo Mo based on the 'Ne' syllable celestial sound and the Great Dream Heart Sutra. Jizhu only gains experience from cultivating here, and his physical body and Dao practice in reality will not increase in the slightest.

However, in this way, his experience points grow rapidly. Luo Mo doesn't have high requirements, it's enough for him to master these few secret techniques.

After all, there is also the Saint's bone. Jizhu's magic power is weak, and even if he uses the Sutra of Salvation, he cannot completely save the Saint's bone, but even a little is enough for him to lay a solid foundation. After all, the Great Art of Salvation is very suitable for filling in the lack of foundation.

A full three kinds of Buddhist celestial sounds, plus the salvation of the Saint's bone, is enough for him to dominate in the same realm.

Outside.

Jizhu was still snoring loudly, but unknowingly his hand grabbed the Saint's bone, and he muttered scriptures as if in a dream, and imperceptible specks of light peeled off from the Saint's bone and merged into his body.

… …

The Great Thunderclap Temple is located on the summit of Mount Sumeru, with a magnificent, ancient, and atmospheric presence. The tiles and roof ridges are covered with a layer of holy light.

The bronze plaque of the Great Thunderclap Temple is already mottled with rust. After thirty thousand years of baptism, it still exists in the world. The four large characters are vigorous and forceful, and even now there are still traces of emperor's aura flowing, exuding powerful and terrifying fluctuations.

Behind the temple, there is a large bell, ringing leisurely, deafening, with Buddha's light shining everywhere, and also surrounded by emperor's aura.

The things here are not imperial weapons, but were used by Amitabha the Great, or personally refined by him. Anything that is associated with the word 'Emperor' is enough to show its extraordinary nature.

In front of the Great Thunderclap Temple, there is a dead tree, without a single leaf, its branches stretching like dragons, an extraordinary kind of wood.

Bodhi Tree!

This is the Bodhi Tree from the time of Amitabha the Great. The Bodhi seeds were born from this old body, leaving behind such a dead tree, turning into a seed, and then left on Mars by Sakyamuni, and reborn again, turning into Bodhi seeds, which Luo Mo obtained.

Xiao Yan's incarnation looked at this Bodhi Tree, and very much wanted to take it away.

After all, this Bodhi Tree has been nourished by the emperor's aura of Amitabha the Great, unlike the one on Mars, whose withered body has no essence at all. This one can exist for 300,000 years.

Moreover, in these 300,000 years, the story of Amitabha the Great attaining enlightenment under the Bodhi tree has been widely circulated, so this withered tree is not only a good material, but also possesses a huge amount of faith power!

Sooner or later it will be mine.

Just as the main body is challenging the major ancient temples in the Western Desert, Xiao Yan's incarnation came here naturally not for an ordinary visit.

He came with the Great Sage Golden King, bringing the Holy Prince, under the guise of visiting the Fighting Victory Buddha. Mount Sumeru received him cordially, and the words between the lines were all urging them to quickly take that dead monkey away.

Everyone says that the Fighting Victory Buddha was saved by the Buddhist sect of the Western Desert, so he stayed on Mount Sumeru.

Bullshit!

The Maha Great Sage on Mount Sumeru was suppressed by that monkey!

That monkey went to Mount Sumeru only to find the Buddhist method of prolonging life. He carries the Immortal Iron Rod of the Fighting Victory Holy Emperor, how could he be so easily saved by them? They really overestimate themselves.

If Mount Sumeru didn't store 300,000 years of accumulated faith power, this monkey would have done whatever he wanted.

In the end, the monkey obtained the Buddhist method of prolonging life and comprehended it, but the Maha Great Sage was still suppressed.

Forced helplessly, the Buddhist sect even invited reinforcements.

"Worthy of being a Divine Phoenix, indeed possessing the posture of an immortal spirit."

The person praising Xiao Yan's incarnation was a woman under the Bodhi withered tree, with a face like a silver plate, and eyes like lightning, wearing white clothes, and a golden crown on her head, engraved with a picture of the Buddha's enlightenment, and a string of necklaces of beautiful jade divine beads hanging on her snow-white neck.

This is a female Great Sage, and an extremely powerful one among the Great Sages. Even the Golden King was intimidated by her power.

Xiao Yan's incarnation returned a smile, "Greetings, Great Peacock King."

The woman stood up from under the Bodhi tree, but did not move her feet, but a golden peacock appeared, carrying her on its back, blooming with ten thousand feet of brilliance, showing her majesty in the former residence of Amitabha the Great, with an aura of being the only one supreme in heaven and earth.

"You know me?" the Great Peacock King asked.

"I have some knowledge of innate divine calculation," Xiao Yan's incarnation replied.

The Great Peacock King looked at Xiao Yan's incarnation, her eyes like lightning, seeing through this flawless immortal fetus, secretly admiring that there is such a creature in the world, even the creation of heaven and earth cannot compare.

"Then calculate, where did this Buddha come from?"