Chapter 1914

He had also reached an unimaginable realm, equally extraordinary.

Simply cultivating the Tai Xuan Divine Spell alone, a mortal could become an immortal or a god.

This is already a path to heaven.

After all, this is a path opened by a mythic Great Luo realm cultivator.

The monks memorized the incantation and began chanting along.

"Praise the Tai Xuan Dao Ancestor, praise the Light..."

The incantation rose and fell with rhythm, emitting mysterious ripples; Jue Chen felt only a sacred, radiant force before him, all mental dust washed clean.

In the void, threads of luminous power descended like a warm spring, cleansing his body.

He had chanted sutras for years, recited countless Buddhist scriptures, never once witnessed such an omen.

At this moment, merely uttering the incantation brought such divine marvels—it left him utterly stunned.

Fortunately, he knew the urgency of the matter and dared not slacken; he steadied his mind and completed the entire Light Incantation.

As the final word faded, Jue Chen felt reborn, as if his very essence had been transformed.

Upon closer inspection of his palms and arms, his skin was like jade—lustrous, fine, even better than in his youth.

More importantly, latent power within his body lay hidden like a dormant volcano, sufficient to subdue a tiger.

"I've reversed aging!"

"Me too! And I feel incredibly strong. Did you see that light while chanting? Was that the Light Messenger of the Tai Xuan Ancestor?"

"This is the supreme divine incantation!"

The crowd rejoiced, gazing at Dong Tianbao with not a trace of doubt left.

If not the World Honored One, who else could possess such a miraculous incantation?

Dong Tianbao did not rush; only when the crowd fell silent did he speak: "You have witnessed the wonder of the Divine Spell. From today onward, Shaolin shall worship the Tai Xuan Dao Ancestor. Any objections?"

The crowd froze, then bowed.

"We humbly obey the World Honored One's decree."

The World Honored One had spoken—what objection could they have?

After all, the World Honored One is the supreme ruler of the Fomen.

Dong Tianbao nodded in satisfaction, waved his hand, and the Buddha statue behind him was lifted and tossed aside.

The next instant, a jade statue appeared, placed by him in the central position.

Dong Tianbao's expression turned solemn; he lit an incense stick and stepped forward to pay homage.

Then Jue Yuan, then Jue Chen.

The monks stepped forward in turn to pay homage to the divine statue.

A group of monks bowing before a statue clad in Daoist robes—this scene was most peculiar, yet no one present found it strange; all faces were solemn.

When all had finished their homage.

Dong Tianbao looked at Jue Chen and said: "Jue Chen, worldly Buddhist sects are obsessed with fame and profit, neglecting cultivation. I charge you to summon all sects to Shaolin in three months' time. Will you accept?"

"I obey the World Honored One's decree."

Jue Chen naturally had no objection.

This was not only the World Honored One's grand vow, but his own as well.

Thus, would Shaolin become the new Lingshan?

Dong Tianbao nodded in satisfaction, stepped forward, and pressed one finger to Jue Chen's third eye, then bestowed an elixir: "I impart to you one divine palm technique—sufficient to roam the world and subdue external demons. The matter is urgent; take some men and go."

"Thank you, World Honored One, for granting this dharma."

At that moment, Jue Chen's heart burned; he gazed at Dong Tianbao, eyes filled with worship.

The Buddha Palm!

This must be the World Honored One's peerless divine art.

To have received even one technique of the World Honored One's peerless divine art—did that not make him a direct disciple?

Steadying his mind, Jue Chen waved his hand, summoning ten monks, then turned and descended the mountain.

As for cultivation, they would address it on the road.

Now, the World Honored One's mission was paramount.

"Jue Yuan, I impart to you four forms of the Buddha Palm. From this day forth, all external enemies of Shaolin shall be subdued by you."

"Yes."

Jue Yuan stepped forward, his mood better than ever before...

His disciple had awakened memories of past lives, yet still remembered him, and the dharma granted was far more extensive than Jue Chen's.

As Master, he felt deeply gratified.

Dong Tianbao transmitted the dharma by divine means, bestowed several elixirs sufficient for Jue Yuan to fully master the divine art.

Having done this, Dong Tianbao turned to the remaining monks.

"The world is chaotic; Shaolin is no longer a place of peace." Dong Tianbao sighed. "You must diligently cultivate the Light Incantation. When Zhen Wu attains divine power, follow him down the mountain to pacify the world. When your deeds are complete, return to Lingshan—and you shall earn the Jin Gang rank."

"Thank you, World Honored One!"

The monks' hearts burned with fervor, eyes alight.

The Jin Gang rank!

That was a divine being—immortal, deathless!

They wholeheartedly supported the World Honored One's decree.

What was it to descend and pacify the world?

How difficult could that be?

After practicing the Divine Light Mantra, their power increased manyfold.

This gave them boundless confidence!

With such strength, they could surely sweep the world clean.

Besides, there is the reincarnation of the True Martial Emperor—according to the World Honored One's abilities, the True Martial Emperor's powers could not possibly be weak.

This is practically delivering merit to them on a silver platter.

After finishing the official orders, Dong Tianbao instructed everyone to replace the Buddhist statues in the temple.

Except for placing a Buddha statue beside the Daojun statue, all other divine and Buddhist images were moved to the side halls.

This was originally an act of sacrilege.

But it was the World Honored One's command, so the monks felt not the slightest resentment—instead, they felt a quiet delight.

"Does the World Honored One placing these divine and Buddhist images in the side halls mean these deities have fallen out of favor with him?"

If so, wouldn't Lingshan soon have many vacant positions?

With so many vacancies, wouldn't we have a chance to fill them!

Thinking this, their enthusiasm grew even stronger.

Dong Tianbao, watching their beaming faces, quickly understood the reason—but said nothing. Instead, he plotted within: "This is indeed a viable path—to cultivate my own people and establish Lingshan. But I don't know whether the Buddhas and deities of Lingshan are favored in the chat group. That's crucial—I must ask clearly first."

He knew very well where everything he now possessed came from.

If some powerful being in the chat group dislikes Lingshan, he could simply switch to another pretense—there was no need to pretend to be the Buddha!