Chapter 944

Dust returns to dust, earth returns to earth.

Auspicious clouds gathered, and the tower ship sailed again.

Between heaven and earth, the Nirvana of No-Abiding golden palms pressed together, slowly disappearing without a trace.

A heaven-shaking event, the sun rose as usual.

Inside Fulong Temple, the frightened birds circled several times, folded their wings, and rested on the roof ridge.

Clatter.

Water foam surged, the net turned over, dead fish with white bellies slid along the ground, fish skin fell off and stuck to the stone surface.

The monks were fishing and moving pond stones, rebuilding Woxiang Lake. The high disciples of the major sects, having nothing to do, also joined in, cleaning up the cracked stone bricks and collapsed walls around, hot and busy.

Many small huts in the temple had low thresholds and were flooded, so they all had to be taken out to dry.

Just from the appearance, there was really an atmosphere of someone attacking the Buddhist treasure land and rebuilding it afterwards.

Outside Fulong Temple, ten thousand believers watched the golden Buddha escape into the void, feeling lost. Although they were extremely reluctant to leave, they were still unwilling to leave just like that. They lined up to enter the temple, waiting to offer a plate of dragon incense, to see the true face of the Ninth Buddha, and even a corner of the Great Sun Tathagata.

"Chirp!"

Birds chirped softly.

When the Nirvana of No-Abiding disappeared, in a corner that few people paid attention to, another great battle also came to an end.

The river water surged with ripples, mixed with blood in the white foam.

A water rat covered in patchy bald spots and with purple-swollen eyes drilled out of the river. It took two heavy breaths, shook its head to shake off the fur, turned its head and stretched its claws, groped in the water twice, and dragged out the "trophy."

It was another water rat, with a long, slanted scar on its face.

The patchy water rat grabbed the scarred water rat's foot and dragged it towards the floating stairs. Its smooth fur rubbed against the mud, exploding into a hedgehog, covered in mud and grass clippings, leaving a trail of water.

In front of Fulong Temple, the crowd was secretly shocked, moved their steps unconsciously, separated into forks, showed respect, and whispered to each other.

"How long did they fight?"

"From the appearance of the golden Buddha to the end!"

"My god, three days and two nights?"

"This, fighting until the universe was desolate, even the Great Dao was worn away—"

"You've listened to too much storytelling."

These were young people looking for fun.

"Your perseverance and will in practicing martial arts on weekdays can't even compare to Baron Xingyi's pet beast!"

This was an elder in the sect who hated that iron could not become steel.

During the discussion, Tatta Kai, who was originally exhausted, pricked up its ears, its waist straightening more and more, like a victorious great general. The brown hair on its head gradually dried, swaying with the wind. Facing the thirty thousand floating stairs, it resolutely stepped on.

Thump!

A muffled sound.

Thump, thump, thump—.

The muffled sounds were continuous.

Tatta Kai dragged the scarred face, and every time it went up a step, the back of the scarred face's head bumped against the stone step, making a sound.

The crowd praised.

"Worthy of Baron Xingyi, people have the heart of Victorious Fighting, and the rats they raise are also fierce!"

"What rat, it's a river otter." Brother Li corrected.

"Seems to be called Tatta Kai?"

"Yes, Tatta Kai!"

Two water rats, one horizontal and one vertical, went towards the Hanging Temple.

"Ha hu ha hu—"

Incense smoke curled, dispersing the sunlight.

Slap.

A blood-stained snot bubble popped out of his nose and burst with a pop.

Cultivating to Perfected Form, there is not much need for sleep on weekdays, but sleep is a cheap, good medicine that cannot be replaced when exhausted, a relaxant to increase cultivation efficiency.

On the Luo Han bed, the "Ninth Buddha" slept soundly, occasionally scratching his healing and itchy flesh, turning over, and continuing to sleep.

Huai Kong sat cross-legged, green light overflowing his body, covering Liang Qu, and invisible power corrected and restored the bones in his body.

Medicine Buddha, heals all pain, dispels all disasters.

Ordinary people suffer such heavy injuries, and it is a troublesome thing if the bones in the body are not corrected straight, but with the Medicine Buddha,

everything leans towards the "perfect" state it should have, without extra worry.

Only one point.

The remaining Wu Sheng's will sat like a high mountain, hindering healing. Fortunately, Liang Qu had heart fire, constantly eroding this rootless wood and source-less water, steadily improving. During this process, the heart fire seemed to be tempered, constantly growing stronger.

"Truly magical."

Huai Kong sighed.

A Jiang Zongshi's heart fire can actually erode a Wu Sheng's will!

There is no easy thing in spirit.

Even not to mention Martial Saints, even ordinary Jiang Zongshi will has no good medicine, basically unsolvable, can only be relieved as much as possible, to resist hard. If you resist, everything is fine; if you can't, everything is over.

With this mysterious heart fire, not to mention the enhancement of martial arts.

From now on, spiritual attacks and even ordinary illusions, Liang Qu will probably treat them as nothing, like a clear breeze brushing his face.

"The human heart is infinitely mysterious—"

"Thank you, little master Huai Kong." Long Binglin thanked him. "Just walked out of the Six Demon Trial, still unable to rest."

"A small effort. With the Medicine Buddha, I am also constantly recovering, so I don't feel tired, but rather increasingly spirited."

Xu Zishuai put down the hot water basin, curious.

"What does the little master mean? Using the Medicine Buddha doesn't consume essence, energy, and spirit? If so, where does the source of this power come from? It can't just appear out of thin air, right?"

Huai Kong smiled lightly: "It doesn't appear out of thin air. This is the advantage of rituals. I don't know if you have been to the surrounding mountains since you arrived in Datong Prefecture,

to see my Yungang Great Grottoes?"

"Since coming to Datong Prefecture, I have been busy before and after, and haven't had time yet." Yang Dongxiong shook his head.

"That's a pity. The grottoes in the mountains are truly beautiful scenery. When Benefactor Liang wakes up, the little monk is willing to be a guide for the benefactor to see the Yungang Great Buddha."

Everyone thanked him.

Huai Kong continued.

"The so-called Nirvana of No-Abiding is like those vast mountains. Inviting a Buddha is like carving on the rock wall on the mountain, carving a Buddha out of mountain rock.

It's just that ordinary people use iron chisels and stone hammers, while we use the vow power of millions of believers. As for what the Buddha looks like and what effects it has, it depends first on the means of the Buddha-inviter, and second on the nature of the vow power.

Just like the Medicine Buddha in the eyes of believers, it is to remove diseases and save from suffering. The vow power they gather is also like this. This vow power is like a sea tide, which will lift the Buddha boat and send it to the sea of saving from suffering.

Among them, the Buddha-inviter is the boat master and fire chief of the Buddha boat, and the rest of the virtuous ones are helmsmen, rigging hands, fighting hands, and spinning hands, riding the vow power of sentient beings together.

Although this is very disrespectful, if the grandmaster Diamond Bright King were to be the boat master in the future, the Medicine Buddha must not be invited. If invited, the effect would be greatly reduced. Conversely, many great protectors are very suitable."

"So that's how it is."

Everyone grew up between the Jianghuai marshes, where boats are most common. The metaphors were simple and easy to understand, and they were suddenly enlightened.

"Buddha is one of the Buddhas favored by carving on the grottoes based on the performance of passing the Six Demon Trial, obtaining its ritual protection.

The rituals of Buddhas, Bodhisattvas, and Arhats are fixed. When we get the favor and use the natal Buddha, we are all consuming the vow power of the Buddhas on the grottoes across infinite worlds.

Vow power is like the sea, inexhaustible and endless. The limiting factor is only whether the person can bear it."

Xu Zishuai thought for a while and suddenly realized a fact.

A terrifying fact that he didn't realize at all because he didn't understand it before.

"Then isn't Ah Shui inviting the Buddha himself, and also the Buddha invited by himself?"

"Is the senior uncle the boat master and fire chief of the Victorious Fighting Buddha?" Guan Congjian took it for granted.

Boat master and fire chief Huai Kong had a golden ape jump into his mind, and he thought of the Buddhist sutras he had read.

Silence for a moment.

"Benefactor Liang is quite special. He seems to be one person raising waves, one person riding the boat—"