I'm in Shrouding the Heavens Practicing Eternal Life

“Junior Brother, please.”

Having transformed into a small golden figure, Little Monk Jiyuan was full of confidence. He could feel the surging power within him. The secret techniques of the Hanging Temple had given him unparalleled confidence.

Little Monk Zhizhu looked at Luo Mo, scratched his little bald head, and then said, “Senior, I haven’t finished the deliverance yet.”

He opened his hand, revealing a piece of white bone, which was now much smaller than before.

“Put it away. After this matter is over, you can continue the deliverance.”

“Oh.” He agreed to this, then turned to Jiyuan, “Senior Brother, please.”

Both little monks were only at the Life Spring realm, so their battle would definitely not be a grand spectacle, but everyone was still looking forward to it, because these two had received special guidance in the past three days.

Of course, it seemed Little Monk Zhizhu had only learned a scripture, and then he fell asleep.

However, everyone was not stupid. Sleeping for three days must mean something was up.

Therefore, everyone took out their own templates from their youth, wanting to make a comparison to see how powerful someone with a famous teacher would be.

After the two little monks saluted each other, they took their stances.

Jiyuan activated his divine power and charged forward like a golden bull, with extreme speed. He had received instruction from the abbot, knowing that his physical body was now much stronger than cultivators of the same realm. If he could engage in close combat, his chances of winning would greatly increase.

The secret techniques of the Hanging Temple could naturally enhance divine power, but Jiyuan’s was a crash course, from the outside in, not yet fully mastered, only obtaining a golden body.

Therefore, he unleashed his maximum speed from the start, closing in, not like ordinary cultivators who bombarded each other with spells and magic treasures, but wanting to engage in close combat.

Zhizhu widened his eyes and habitually began chanting the scripture that Luo Mo had taught him. In an instant, divine power surged and circulated, flowing throughout his body, his limbs and bones igniting with a continuous stream of explosive power.

But his eyes dimmed, becoming somewhat blurred, and his whole person seemed half-asleep, half-awake.

His divine sense transformed into transparent ripples, strengthening his inner self and spreading outwards.

Inwardly, he clearly heard and sensed the changes in every bone, every muscle, every organ, mastering the mysteries of his body. Outwardly, he captured all of his senior brother’s movements into his sea of consciousness.

Clearly seeing his senior brother’s movements, he had no intention of dodging at all, because at this moment he was in a state of half-sleep, half-awake, his divine sense observing reality as if in a dream, his thinking overclocked, time slowed down, his movements completely captured, and his divine power was also being calculated. He subconsciously felt that his senior brother’s punch was nothing more than that, unable to harm him in the slightest.

He naturally had this thought and did so, not moving at all, allowing his senior brother to punch him squarely in the chest.

Clang!

Jiyuan's punch landed on Zhizhu's chest, and actually emitted a sound like metal clashing. Both little monks were stunned.

Jiyuan: Did I hit divine iron?

Zhizhu: It doesn't hurt that much.

Then he reached out and grabbed Jiyuan's wrist. With a single grab, his five fingers were like dragons, his divine power naturally mobilized, his power erupting, and his physical body glowed with divine light, as firm as divine iron essence.

With a forceful twist and grip, a scream was immediately heard.

The wondrous blessing of Little Monk Zhizhu's half-asleep, half-awake Grand Dream Sutra state was almost interrupted by this scream.

He looked at his senior brother's arm that he had 'pinched flat', somewhat panicked, and quickly shook his hand off.

But with this shake, the techniques learned in the dream training were naturally used under the state of the Grand Dream Sutra. Divine power surged within his body like a tide, reaching its peak when he needed it, and then he exerted force to throw Jiyuan out.

Jiyuan was directly thrown away, crashing into the ground with a bang, stirring up a cloud of dust.

Everyone was dumbfounded.

Is the strength of a Life Spring cultivator this great?

Did the Buddha give him drugs?

Abbot Huaixu of the Hanging Temple was not surprised. After all, the Buddha had taken out a piece of saint's remains for Zhizhu, refining it into his body with secret techniques. The increase in strength was imaginable.

This was still the result of Zhizhu not understanding how much his strength had increased, not fully utilizing what Luo Mo had taught him. If he had fully mastered his strength, it would not be difficult to fight beyond his level.

“This round, this old monk has lost. Venerable, please.”

Huaixu generously admitted defeat. After all, with other ancient temples having lost battles before, he had nothing to deny.

Moreover, this time he lost completely. His efficiency in training disciples was far inferior to the Buddha. Although the saint's remains were precious, his materials for forging golden bodies were not ordinary either. A single piece of saint's remains could not compare to him.

To still lose in this way meant that his methods and utilization efficiency were ultimately inferior to the Buddha's, leaving him speechless.

Luo Mo simply nodded, then boarded the ship and left.

Before leaving, he left behind a one-eyed stone Buddha as usual.

……

“Reporting to the Abbot and the Great Peacock Ming King, that Buddha has already won against the Hanging Temple, and his ship has set sail again.”

The Great Peacock Ming King also felt uneasy. This Buddha had to be dealt with sooner or later, or they would be dealt with.

But they still couldn't figure out the Buddha's purpose. Did he really want to go to Mount Sumeru to discuss Buddhism with them?

Good heavens, if Xiao Yan was right, then only the Amitabha Great Emperor would be qualified to discuss it with him. What qualifications did they have?

“Your Highness Xiao Yan, the Fighting Victory Buddha has left the temple and agreed to go down the mountain with the Holy Prince.”

An妖族 came to report. This was a great power from the ape lineage in the Demon God Palace, who had been trying to get close to the Holy Prince recently, and now came to notify Xiao Yan's incarnation.

“Well, let's all prepare and go down the mountain with the Holy Prince and the others.”

Having said that, Xiao Yan cupped his fists and said, “Thank you for your hospitality, everyone, at the Great Thunderclap Temple. We have disturbed you.”

The Golden King also said, “Thank you for your hospitality, everyone. We are grateful for the opportunity to瞻仰 the former residence of the Amitabha Great Emperor. We will now take our leave.”

“This old monk will see you down the mountain.”

The abbot of the Great Thunderclap Temple, an old monk, led Xiao Yan and his party down Mount Sumeru, meeting up with the Holy Prince and the others along the way.

The Holy Prince's own uncle, the Fighting Victory Buddha, was an old monkey who looked somewhat hunched over, with old age showing in his eyebrows and sideburns. Well, he was born more than two thousand years ahead of schedule, so he was naturally much older than other Ancestral Kings.

He wore simple Buddhist robes, and his hairy face and thunderous mouth were actually kind and gentle, as if he had exhausted all his ferocity in the days of the Western Desert.

But everyone who understood knew what kind of temper this monkey had.

He was in seclusion on Mount Sumeru, refusing to see anyone. Even though the Holy Prince had visited this uncle of his many times, and even Xiao Yan had sent letters in his name, the old monkey simply refused to meet them!

Helpless, Xiao Yan had to bring the Holy Prince in person, using the opportunity to spread rumors on Mount Sumeru, exaggerating the Buddha's background and creating a tense atmosphere.

A double win, one might say.

The old monkey glanced at Xiao Yan, said nothing, closed his eyes, and spun a string of prayer beads, as if he truly had a Buddhist heart.

The Holy Prince, however, was not as composed as him. He stepped forward, delighted, and said, "You really do have a way. I had to send a letter, and this time my uncle finally agreed to come down the mountain."

Previously, he had been repeatedly denied entry, but Xiao Yan had given him an idea: to visit in person and deliver a letter to his uncle, even if he had to force his way in, claiming that the letter would persuade his uncle to descend the mountain.

The Holy Prince went to Mount Sumeru and was led by a monk to the temple where the Fighting Saint Buddha was cultivating in seclusion, only to be met with the same refusal.

So he barged in and presented the letter.

He didn't know what his uncle saw, but his expression turned grim, and he actually agreed to descend the mountain.

"Yes, we'll talk about it later. This is not a place to stay for long."

Xiao Yan, in his transformed state, looked back at Mount Sumeru, said to be eighty-four thousand yojanas high and divinely majestic, and said slowly, "My two old rivals and friends are coming with the Buddha. This pure Buddhist land is likely to become a place of contention."

Even as he left, he threw out a sentence that made the hearts of the monks, big and small, at the foot of Mount Sumeru clench.

After leaving Mount Sumeru, a King of the Ancients naturally produced a Xuan Jade Platform that could cross great domains, and the group returned to the Demon God Palace in the Eastern Wilderness.

The Fighting Saint King has come down the mountain!

And he has come to the Demon God Palace!

The news spread instantly, and the Demon God Palace was in an uproar. This was a Great Saint!

You must know that although the Demon God Palace is strong, it has no Great Saint. The Golden Clan and the Dragon Nest, and other ancient royal clans, all have Great Saints, like pillars supporting their clans, another divine needle to stabilize the sea, besides the ancient royal weapons.

Now that a Great Saint has come to the Demon God Palace, and the Holy Prince has clearly stated that he would join the Demon God Palace, what does this mean?

Many demon cultivators were excited, especially those from the ape and monkey lineages, as if they had found a golden opportunity.

The Dragon Nest immediately sent people to congratulate them, as did the other major ancient royal clans. After the news spread, they all sent people to offer their congratulations.

Because recently, under Xiao Yan's coordination, several major ancient royal clans had joined forces, a rare occurrence, to deal with the Dao Alliance. With the Fighting Saint Buddha, a Great Saint who was famous in the ancient era, the Fighting Saint Emperor's own brother, their side naturally had a greater chance of winning.

After all, the Fighting Saint Emperor's ancient royal weapon is also in his hands, right?

Once they arrived at the Demon God Palace, after dismissing the others, the Fighting Saint Buddha finally opened his closed eyes.

"Who is that person?" the Fighting Saint Buddha asked.

The reason he was willing to descend Mount Sumeru was because of Xiao Yan's letter.

The letter didn't contain much, but every point hit home.

First, the Divine Silkworm Clan has nine hidden lives. The Fighting Saint Buddha's fiancée, Princess Divine Silkworm, is not actually dead and can be saved.

Second, I know who killed Princess Divine Silkworm.

Third, the person who killed Princess Divine Silkworm is still alive and has emerged into the world. It cannot be ruled out that he will use other sinister tricks.

"Kun Zhou."

"So it's him!"

Two divine rays shot into the sky, piercing through the jade tiles of the Demon God Palace.

At this moment, the Fighting Saint Buddha was no longer the old monkey in Buddhist robes, but was clad in a set of azure-gold armor, his golden hair glistening, shining brilliantly. Suddenly, he transformed into a different monkey, his battle aura and killing intent soaring to the sky, affecting the celestial phenomena, a black cloud covering half the sky.

Fortunately, this killing intent was not directed at Xiao Yan, otherwise this transformation would have been ruined.

The Kun Zhou family and the Fighting Saint Ape clan had long had conflicts. His clan uncle, Di Que, was defeated by the Fighting Saint Emperor on the path to enlightenment, becoming depressed for half his life, his cultivation never breaking through again.

Later, instigated by Kun Zhou, Di Que and the Fighting Saint King, the Fighting Saint Emperor's brother, had another great battle, resulting in the Fighting Saint Buddha being seriously injured, fleeing to the Western Desert, and being sealed in divine source.

According to the Fighting Saint Buddha's estimation, even if Di Que didn't die in that great battle, he would definitely not be in a good state.

From this, it can be seen that Kun Zhou has sufficient reason to target them. After all, in that era, Di Que had a great chance of attaining enlightenment, but was overshadowed by the Fighting Saint Emperor.

Princess Divine Silkworm was the Fighting Saint Buddha's fiancée, and Kun Zhou took action to nail her to death with a divine spear.

Seeing this, Xiao Yan fanned the flames, saying, "If you want to save Princess Divine Silkworm, ordinary medicine kings are not enough. You need an undying divine medicine. But if there is a Great Saint, I might be able to try the Feather Transformation method learned from the Human Race's Feather Transformation Divine Dynasty, using the flesh and blood of others to create vitality for Princess Divine Silkworm, combined with some medicines, to save her life."

The Fighting Saint Buddha stared at Xiao Yan, as if trying to see a conspiracy in him.

Xiao Yan, however, said frankly, "At that time, I can invite at least four Great Saints to help the Saint King."

He still has this much favor. These days of socializing have not been in vain. After all, it's so much money, right? Many large clans of the Ancient Race owe him favors.

Moreover, when a wall falls, everyone pushes it down. As long as the news of so many people taking action is spread, many people will automatically lean towards their side.

Killing a Great Saint to establish authority is also pretty good. A Kun Zhou, if he dies, he dies. His value cannot compare to the Fighting Saint Ape clan, which has an ancient royal weapon.

Only at this time did Xiao Yan feel a bit like the British, with his presence in every trouble spot.

"No need, I will avenge my own revenge!"

The Fighting Saint Buddha refused Xiao Yan.

That's right, he didn't spend his time in the Western Desert in vain. He collected and refined a lot of faith power, which can transform into several of his own faith bodies. Before the faith power is exhausted, these faith bodies have the same combat power as him, and he also has the ancient royal weapon.

With such strength, that Kun Zhou is bound to die. Moreover, Xiao Yan will definitely bring people to watch the battle, ensuring that nothing goes wrong, and taking advantage of this matter to win over the forces of the Ancient Race. With a big stick, and waving the banknotes of pills, there is no fear that great things will not be accomplished, and luck will not gather.

The Human Race, the Demon Race of the Eastern Wilderness, and the Ancient Race, plus the Western Desert, this time the accumulation of luck is extraordinary, and it is an explosion after an accumulation, which may be very violent.

At that time, I'm afraid it's really possible to pick up immortal gold when you go out, and encounter an 80,000-year-old medicine king around the corner.

Speaking of which, my mission has been successfully completed. It should be much easier for my true body to go to Mount Sumeru then.

Hopefully, there will be no need to summon Gai Jiuyou.