Chapter 271: There is Great Terror

Ji Weiwei Yuan returning directly naturally had his reasons. No matter what, he wouldn't misrecognize his Dao foundation, nor did he understand why he came to Mount Yu after walking out of the Pure Land portal.

Ordinary cultivators might have a desire to explore, but Ji Weiwei Yuan was, after all, a student educated by the concentrated teaching at the Grand Beginning Palace, and his way of thinking was much more rigorous than those who came from ordinary master-disciple systems.

He entered his Dao foundation and then came out from his sea of consciousness; wasn't he still in the Pure Land? This was an infinite loop.

Returning to the Pure Land, many strong men didn't expect Ji Weiwei Yuan to come out again. The ones in front stopped suddenly, and the ones behind bumped into them, and a group of strong men suddenly flew around like headless flies.

Ji Weiwei Yuan threw an immortal sword, falling into the group of strong men. All the strong men who noticed were staring at the immortal sword, fully prepared, and then a flash appeared before their eyes, and they witnessed the pure white sword intent, seeing nothing at all.

Ji Weiwei Yuan took the opportunity to drag Yuan Consort and flew at full speed toward the third wooden door, rushing into the big door before the Jin Gang's demon-subduing pestle hit his head.

The scenery before his eyes changed, and he arrived in a somewhat dim world. It seemed to be inside a mountain range, with several openings on the dome, transmitting down sky light. The sky light was very bright, but not warm, not like sunlight.

The interior of the huge cave was covered with moss, and there were also some grasses and trees, more of which were climbing vines. The surroundings were strangely quiet, and Ji Weiwei Yuan could hear his own blood flow and heartbeat.

There was some light at the corner ahead, not knowing what was there.

Ji Weiwei Yuan put Yuan Consort down and asked, "What place is this, do you recognize it?"

"Ah, what, I can't see." Yuan Consort's eyes were blank, clearly also injured by the pure white sword intent. Ji Weiwei Yuan had to add a small Dao method of clearing the heart and brightening the eyes to her, which allowed her to recover her vision.

She looked around, then reached out, a symbol of unknown meaning lit up on the back of her hand, and said, "This is it. The Luo Han true blood is ahead."

Ji Weiwei Yuan breathed a sigh of relief and said, "I'll set up some defenses first."

Two honeycombs appeared in his hand, and he prepared to set up a blockade fire net at the wooden door. But when he turned back, he was startled; the wooden door he came through had disappeared.

"This place forms a realm of its own. Once we enter, it's equivalent to dying in the original Pure Land. Without us, the Pure Land has already shattered, and the door to enter naturally disappeared. Follow me."

Yuan Consort led the way, and Ji Weiwei Yuan followed behind her.

Perhaps because there was no one around, her posture changed quietly, growing much taller. Her figure was no longer as exaggerated as a mountain girl, but it also exceeded what ordinary people could bear. Looking from behind, her posture swayed, simply like a lotus flower with every step.

At this moment, although there was beautiful scenery in Ji Weiwei Yuan's eyes, his heart was clear and not stained with dust. He watched the surroundings with his heart and followed Yuan Consort around the corner, and a huge underground space appeared before his eyes.

A huge Buddha statue of several hundred zhang appeared before Ji Weiwei Yuan. The Buddha statue looked very young, with eyebrows like paintings, handsome to an unbelievable degree. His posture was also very strange: sitting cross-legged, one hand forming a seal in front of his knees, while the other hand was propped on the top of the cave, as if supporting the earth. His body was slightly bent, appearing very strenuous.

Yuan Consort pointed at the Buddha statue and said, "That is the Luo Han true blood."

Ji Weiwei Yuan was greatly shocked and said, "This is Luo Han true blood?"

"Otherwise? What did you think it should look like, a drop of blood bead?"

Ji Weiwei Yuan was somewhat guilty. He really thought it should be a blood bead, at most condensing true intent and turning into a gemstone or something. How could he have imagined that it would actually be a Buddha statue several hundred zhang tall?

"Let's go over."

Ji Weiwei Yuan followed Yuan Consort to the Buddha statue. There was also an offering table here, a meditation cushion, and some simple tools for paying respects to the Buddha. Yuan Consort cleaned the dust off the offering table, took the incense sticks left on the side of the table, lit them, inserted them into the incense burner, and then began to kneel and worship. After the last worship, she didn't move for a long time, seemingly praying for something.

Ji Weiwei Yuan was a disciple of the Grand Beginning Palace, and there was an Immortal Lord sitting in the palace, so naturally he couldn't kneel and worship. He stood on the side, looking carefully at the Buddha statue.

Based on his limited Buddhist knowledge, the one in front of him didn't seem to be a Buddha or Bodhisattva statue, but more like an Luo Han statue. It was just that there were few Arhats so huge. Even in the Four Directions Luo Han Dharma Altar World of the Great Treasure Flower Pure Land, a golden body of an Luo Han was only about ten zhang.

Around this Luo Han statue, there were three small lotus seats, but they were all empty, with nothing on them.

As for the Dharma-protecting Jin Gang in the Pure Land, it was clearly a supernatural power of Dharma Heaven and Earth by nature, and the real golden body wouldn't be too tall, at most two or three zhang.

At this moment, the mountain cave suddenly vibrated, and gravel and dust kept falling. Golden light faintly appeared on the Luo Han statue, and several places on the surface had turned into gold. It was just that for such a huge Buddha statue, the gold was pitifully small, only a few pieces the size of a palm, which, compared to the huge statue, were like a few small dots.

At this moment, a layer of faint Buddha light floated on Yuan Consort's body, her appearance was solemn, and there was an endless sense of holiness. Where she stepped, blue lotus flowers were born and destroyed, and the area of a zhang around her turned from a muddy ground into a clear pond, and she stood on the water surface like that.

The Luo Han statue also had spirit and vitality, with cold light flowing, revealing many miracles.

Faint figures appeared on the three small lotus seats, vaguely recognizable as a person, a demon, and a small beast. On the Luo Han's body, a monk's robe appeared, looking ordinary, but giving a sense of purity and tranquility.

A golden bowl appeared in the hand placed on the Luo Han's knees, and a string of Buddha beads appeared on his wrist. The seven Buddha beads had different colors, corresponding to different true intents.

A lotus seat faintly appeared under the Luo Han, but it was mostly submerged in the soil, revealing only a few lotus petals.

Every manifested thing made Ji Weiwei Yuan's heart move. He was particularly sensitive to the aura of treasures, and the Ten Thousand Miles of Rivers and Mountains was unique, so Ji Weiwei Yuan had a special feeling for all kinds of treasure auras with adjectives like grand, vast, and eternal. It just so happened that everything on the Luo Han had them.

First, the monk's robe: it looked ordinary, but it could purify the mood and purify the primordial spirit. This was definitely an improvement in aptitude, equivalent to an improvement of one grade in Dao foundation. Although Ji Weiwei Yuan had no room for improvement, theoretically there was still room for improvement. In addition, this monk's robe would not be destroyed by tribulations, and wearing it on his body was probably enough to let a True Person hit him while standing.

The function of the golden bowl was unknown, but the grade was high. In other words, although he didn't know what this thing was, it looked very expensive at first glance.

The seven Buddha beads were clearly one-time thunderous means. Although using one would mean one less, as long as there was still one in hand, any Dharma Form stage would have to go around.

These were all small items.

Ji Weiwei Yuan looked at the phantom on the lotus seat and was somewhat moved. Could these also be chosen? Maybe getting them would be a Dharma-protecting demon beast, similar to the snake and cat of True Person Chuhe. But these three on the lotus seat were those who had attained the fruit position.

Finally, Ji Weiwei Yuan also looked at the lotus seat under the Luo Han... The Luo Han statue lowered its head slightly, as if examining Ji Weiwei Yuan. Ji Weiwei Yuan felt a huge, gentle gaze penetrate his entire body, seeing all his secrets clearly.

Yuan Consort said, "This is the Luo Han of Great Wisdom and Special Salvation. You chant his Dharma name, and you can receive the opportunity. I have already accepted the karma for you."

Ji Weiwei Yuan suppressed the excitement in his heart, bowed to the Luo Han, and recited the Dharma name silently.

Ji Weiwei Yuan immediately felt a gentle and warm feeling in his heart, as if he could forget all troubles and feel joy in his heart.

But Ji Weiwei Yuan immediately saw the monk's robe, treasure bowl, and Buddha beads on the Luo Han disappear one by one, the phantoms on the three small lotus seats disappeared, and finally, the lotus seat under the seat also slowly disappeared, and the Zen state in his heart shattered.

Are these opportunities not meant for me? Then why show them to me!... Ji Weiwei Yuan felt a sense of shame and anger. At this moment, he truly realized that he was still a vulgar person.

With a bang, something fell from the sky and hit Ji Weiwei Yuan on the head.

Yuan Consort laughed "puchi" in the side, her solemn appearance destroyed, and she turned back into that demon who could bring disaster to the country and the people.

Ji Weiwei Yuan picked it up and saw it was a fruit the size of a fist, pitch black and red, shaped like a withered lotus flower, as heavy as a stone, as hard as jade, and especially painful when hitting his head.

"What is this?" Ji Weiwei Yuan had no knowledge of Buddhist treasures, so he humbly asked Yuan Consort.

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Imperial Consort Yuan rolled her eyes and said, "The Luo Han is right before your eyes; if you don't ask him, why are you asking me?"

Ji Weiwei Yuan then cautiously chanted the mantra, feeling even stranger this time. Based on his knowledge of Buddhism, such a mantra was generally unattainable even for Bodhisattvas, and it was fundamentally impossible for an Luo Han-level fruit to grant it, let alone three of them.

After finishing the chant, Ji Weiwei Yuan suddenly found his mind filled with a great deal of knowledge.

Part of it concerned this fruit; it was named the Red Lotus Honglian Puti, a rare variant of the Honglian Puti tree. It had originally been an ordinary Honglian Puti tree growing beside the Luo Han's seat, but after the Luo Han passed into nirvana, it absorbed much of the karma, and upon withering, it formed this Red Lotus Honglian Puti. There was still a glimmer of life within the seed, and if it met a fated person and fell upon fated ground, it might be reborn.

Seeing this, Ji Weiwei Yuan finally felt his spirits lift—this was a Honglian Puti from before the Buddha! In terms of status, it was likely even above the Immortal Laurel Branch; who knew which wild forest that branch had grown in before? Such wild immortal objects could naturally not compare to a treasure from before the Buddha.

For a Red Lotus Honglian Puti to become a tree, it needed to absorb much karma, leaning primarily toward slaughter, blood rivers, and destruction. As for what kind of tree it would eventually become, that depended on what karma it absorbed.

Seeing this, Ji Weiwei Yuan was even more delighted. Whether he could grow it was not a problem for him at all; he could even keep a withered branch alive, let alone a seed that still held life.

Besides this, Ji Weiwei Yuan also obtained a scripture titled "Red Lotus Salvation Mantra." This was a mantra spell capable of invoking the Red Lotus Karmic Fire to subdue demons and monsters, with its power depending on the caster's Buddhist nature and the growth progress of the Red Lotus Honglian Puti tree.

Ji Weiwei Yuan had no expectations for his own Buddhist nature, but he was quite confident in the growth speed of the Red Lotus Honglian Puti tree. With the two offsetting each other, the final power should not be bad. It might be below the Jin Guang Water Blade Art, but it would certainly far exceed Ji Weiwei Yuan's other Daoist arts.

With this, the trip could be considered a success.

Ji Weiwei Yuan came from a Daoist background; no matter the Buddhist treasure, he could not unleash its full power in his hands, and the more powerful the Buddhist treasure, the more it demanded Buddhist nature and karma. Thus, some famous Buddhist treasures from the ancient era might not even be as good as a top-rank immortal sword in the hands of an ordinary cultivator.

Being able to obtain a Honglian Puti from before the Buddha was exactly what Ji Weiwei Yuan wanted. Once this Honglian Puti tree grew up, Ji Weiwei Yuan felt his Dao foundation would be nearly stabilized.

At this moment, the cave shook continuously, and the falling debris grew larger. Imperial Consort Yuan came over, took Ji Weiwei Yuan's hand, and said, "We should go."

Ji Weiwei Yuan nodded, and the scenery before his eyes shifted; his consciousness emptied and then cleared. When he opened his eyes again, he had returned to the small temple. The Senior Sister and Master were still sitting in the pavilion, calm and composed. The Marquis of Xiang, however, was pacing anxiously, unable to settle down.

Finally seeing Ji Weiwei Yuan and Imperial Consort Yuan appear, the Marquis of Xiang was overjoyed and hurried over. Zhang Sheng, however, was as calm as ever; he only glanced in this direction before continuing to read.

Imperial Consort Yuan had returned to the appearance of a maidservant. She bowed to the Marquis of Xiang and said, "There were some unexpected changes inside, but fortunately, everything went smoothly."

The Marquis of Xiang let out a long breath and said, "As long as you're safe, as long as you're safe!"

The maidservant suddenly said, "I still have a few words to tell him."

A strange look flashed across the Marquis of Xiang's face, but he said nothing, only replying, "Then I shall wait in the pavilion."

If it were before, Ji Weiwei Yuan would certainly have found it strange, but now that he knew the maidservant's true identity, everything made sense. Clearly, Imperial Consort Yuan also felt there was no need to hide anything from him.

Left alone with her in the small temple, Ji Weiwei Yuan suddenly felt a surge of intense guilt. The temple door hadn't been closed yet—no, wait, this temple didn't even have a door!

From this angle, if Zhang Sheng moved his body even slightly, he would see everything!

Facing Ji Weiwei Yuan, the maidservant's plain face melted away like water, revealing that peerless, naturally beautiful countenance once more. At this moment, she wore a half-smile and said, "Didn't you always want to see what the maternal relatives could give you? Are you satisfied with what I've given you now?"

Ji Weiwei Yuan opened his mouth, truly not knowing what to say.

"Clearly, you have a fated connection with the Luo Han; he gave you the very Honglian Puti tree that accompanied him to the end. To the Luo Han, this tree is equivalent to the green lamp before the Buddha on Mount Ling."

So that was the kind of gift it was, not what he had thought. Ji Weiwei Yuan breathed a sigh of relief, his guilt lessening slightly.

Imperial Consort Yuan suddenly pulled down her collar and tugged her clothes down a notch, revealing her snow-white, full bosom. This action immediately made Ji Weiwei Yuan's heart jump into his throat!

Ji Weiwei Yuan only took one look, and his consciousness instantly went blank; on the skin she revealed were several clear tooth marks! Without needing to compare them, Ji Weiwei Yuan knew they were his own!

How could there be tooth marks?

A thought of immense terror rose in Ji Weiwei Yuan's heart: could it be that it wasn't a projection of the Primordial Spirit?!

Imperial Consort Yuan's lips curled slightly upward as she said, "Don't be afraid. Actually, I have already borne the greatest karma; you only have a very small connection to it. As for that karma..."

She gently stroked her lower abdomen and said, "It is here."

(End of chapter)