Chapter 283

Lotus Temple is located in the Zhao Kingdom and is a lineage of Dharma characteristics. The Zhao Kingdom reveres Buddhism, and there are many temples. Among the four hundred and sixty-one temples, Lotus Temple counts as one of the top ten large temples, annexing a vast amount of land and supporting tens of thousands of monks.

*** rides the wind over the broad offering fields below. The gaunt tenant farmers below throw down their farm tools and hurriedly kowtow.

"Good fortune to the Dharma Master! Good fortune to the Dharma Master!"

*** acts as if he did not hear, descending toward the magnificent, resplendent hall on the mountain. The hall is lit with dense, countless candle flames and golden incense, the smoke and mist swirling and flowing down from the gaps in the steps and windows like a white waterfall, gentle and beautiful. This golden hall burns an astonishing amount of oil and wood every year; only such a large temple can afford to maintain it.

At the very head, several women sit, kneel, or even lie down, naked. Scattered all around are women in brocade clothes, young and beautiful. Among them lies a small child, looking to be five or six years old, clever and cute, carved from pink jade, holding a woman and drinking milk. All around, candle flames flicker, and young girls shuttle back and forth, all holding oil pots in their hands, hurriedly adding oil everywhere.

The smell of grease and incense permeates. *** lowers his hem and says respectfully:

"*** greets the Master. I wish the Master a hundred generations of good fortune, forever acting with great compassion and great joy, with a golden body of Dharma characteristics, immortal and indestructible!"

The child sucks on the milk, glances at him sinisterly, and opens his mouth to speak in a gentle, pleasant Sanskrit sound that echoes in the hall. The young girls on both sides all kneel down, and he says:

"***, you little brat, I sent you to escort Lord Murong, why have you come back!"

"This lowly one is wronged!"

*** hurriedly kowtows, the sound thumping on the ground. After explaining the cause and effect, the child opens his eyes, releases his mouth, his lips covered in milk stains, and curses:

"Useless thing, you run back whenever you cause trouble. Present that golden hall!"

*** hurriedly offers up the golden hall, which flies out from his sleeve, fluttering and swaying. At first, it is only the size of a palm, but before long, it changes form to be the height of a person, like a small table, only it is tottering and full of cracks.

The child scrutinizes it for a while, his expression strange, and says in a childish voice:

"It is quite rare. The status is very high, yet there is no sense of malevolence... It should be a fellow Daoist of the Immortal Dao, very unfamiliar."

This child is naturally the Master of Dharma Master ***, Jinlian Mohe, the Ancestor of the Lotus Sect. He has cultivated the Mohe for three hundred years, reincarnated seven times, and achieved great success in the Dharma. He is only one step away from the Dharma characteristics and is one of the top figures in the Zhao Kingdom.

The Dharma cultivators are vastly different from the Immortal Dao. The Immortal Dao begins with the Xuanjing Wheel; once cultivated, one has immortal arts to display. The Dharma cultivator's monk realm spans Embryonic Breath and Qi Refining, but they have steel muscles and iron bones. Once they break through to become a Dharma Master, they are slightly higher than the Foundation Establishment cultivators of the Immortal Dao. Once they cultivate Compassion, they are a bit lower than the Zifu, and Mohe is not as good as the Golden Core, only slightly stronger than the Zifu, everywhere revealing a strange sense of asymmetry.

Looking at the colorful light in the hall, Jinlian Mohe is greatly moved, vaguely feeling a cool and mysterious spiritual opportunity. He is overjoyed and thinks to himself:

"This ***, a mere Dharma Master, actually dared to spy on a Golden Core and not die. Could it be that this Golden Core Immortal cultivator has some problem and is at the point of death? My seven generations of Mohe are only a step away from the Dharma characteristics. It seems my predestined fate has arrived! Hahaha!"

Jinlian Mohe has cultivated seven generations of Mohe and is already comparable to the peak of the Zifu. His desires are greatly stirred, and he makes up his mind. When he speaks, he is not polite at all, saying directly:

"Even if it is a Golden Core, so what? Although I cannot defeat him, dissolving one of his fates is not a problem. Present that magic treasure!"

His abacus is calculated cleverly. This Golden Core's state is not right; merely spying on it a little will not cause any trouble. Behind him, he has the Dharma characteristics Dharma cultivators supporting him, so there will be no major problems. Thus, he takes it all upon himself, very heroically.

*** is overjoyed upon hearing this and pulls the golden hall up. Jinlian Mohe pinches the Dharma seal and slowly closes his eyes. The child's face is full of contempt. The colorful light in the golden hall slowly weakens and transfers to the hand where he is pinching the Dharma seal.

After a full sixty breaths, the contempt on Mohe's face slowly fades. He pinches his fingers with a serious expression and begins to use his true ability. *** waits for a long time, but there is absolutely no sound from above, so he has to peek secretly, only to see Jinlian Mohe covered in sweat, muttering to himself. *** is

shocked and hurriedly kneels down, praying in his heart:

"It has nothing to do with this lowly one... This has nothing to do with this lowly one... You great cultivators are fighting, it has nothing to do with this lowly one. Please spare this lowly one's life, please spare this lowly one's life!"

*** hangs his head in silence on the ground. Jinlian Mohe is already trembling. The colorful light in the golden hall has completely disappeared. The Dharma seal pinched in his hand lights up with crystal-clear colorful light. Before his eyes is boundless darkness. His magic power flows uncontrollably toward his hand, and the aura on his body weakens wave after wave. Finally, there is a light before his eyes.

"This is..."

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Under the swirling gray clouds, the earth is dark. Lu Jiangxian sits by the stone table, pinching a flickering golden light, vaguely feeling troubled.

"I have seen those who are not afraid of death, but I have never seen anyone running toward the road to death like this..."

Lu Jiangxian was touched earlier and knew that *** was spying on him. Although he could not leave this Dharma Mirror, *** was the one who used his own fate to guide himself into crashing into him. If it were when he had just woken up, he might not have been able to do anything to him. Now, Lu Jiangxian has cultivated witchcraft and immortal arts for decades, and by borrowing the status of the Dharma Mirror, he has him firmly in his grasp.

"I was originally afraid of bringing trouble, so I spared your life, yet you still provoke me like this..."

Lu Jiangxian's current Taiyin Profound Light only has the power of the peak of Foundation Establishment, but in terms of status, it is probably terrifyingly high. As long as he does not leave the Dharma Mirror, no one can calculate him. As for cultivators like these who rely on the Lu Qi to calculate, he can easily cause them to suffer a backlash and die.

"But behind this Jinlian Mohe, there is probably someone. If I kill this fellow and attract the spying of the Dharma characteristics World-Honored One, that would be troublesome!"

He frowns, his heart moves slightly, and he immediately has an idea. He knocks on the desk, and suddenly a boundless hall cast from white jade appears, engraved all around with complex incantations. It is exactly the hall of the Yuehua Yuan Mansion in Li Jiangqun's memory. He sits high at the head, lowering his head to look down.

"With my current power, I can pull this fellow's nature into the mirror for the time of an incense stick. It is better to take this opportunity to inquire about some news, and then cut off this wisp of nature, making him forget it."

After scrutinizing for a while, Lu Jiangxian pinches the golden light, makes up his mind, and throws it in front of him. Suddenly, strands of Yuehua condense, turning into a five or six-year-old child, looking clever and cute, wearing a robe and kneeling on the white jade floor of the hall.

"Who comes?"

Jinlian Mohe opens his eyes in a daze, looks around, and suddenly feels something is wrong. He hurriedly tries to operate his cultivation, but feels empty inside, without any magic power at all, and is suddenly shocked.

Looking up again, he sees a man sitting high at the head, his face shining with great light, stinging his eyes with pain. His attire is ethereal and immortal. Jinlian Mohe lowers his head in fear, terrified in his heart:

"This...! To capture me with just a single fate, he is definitely not a Golden Core Immortal cultivator. This is some Immortal... Damn it, how can there still be Immortals lingering in the sea today? Damn ***, to make me provoke such an old monster..."

Jinlian Mohe thinks in his heart, but dares not be negligent, only wailing:

"This lowly monk is a Mohe before the World-Honored One of Great Compassion, Good Joy, and Lotus. I did not know an Immortal was before me. Please, Immortal, have mercy and spare this lowly one's life..."

Ji Yueren