Chapter 53: The Buddha's View of Evil Ghosts

e long sword slashed through the air, his body, mind, and spirit became one with the sword style itself. All mundane thoughts vanished, leaving him free from worldly concerns.This is purely a fighting...Master Jingli had a rather embarrassing situation: he was caught stealing an artichoke chicken from a farmer's home. He stood there awkwardly and said to Bai Yu Xiya, "Oh well, just like the Buddha said, everything is as it should be. That concludes today's sutra."

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Then, to his surprise, he turned back and said, "Junior brother, you're back Mount Shengou Then I'll go with you."

On his journey, Jiang Wang, who had strained his eyesight and hearing to their limits, had actually heard the conversation between Jingli and Bai Yu Xia long ago. He deliberately slowed his pace, waiting for them to finish talking before returning.

At this time, he wouldn't say any more. He simply ordered, "Yuchan, you stay behind and supervise them in continuing to gather clues, and also take care of Yuxiu. Everyone else, follow me."

Lian Yuchan smoothed her swords, their blades still humming with murderous intent, and accepted the hand of the wheelchair offered by Ji Huo Yuxiu.

A group of people followed Jiang Wang without saying a word and flew towards the Sacred Hunt Mountain.

Since his arrival in the mortal world, Jiang Wang has been running non-stop, hardly ever stopping. He even conducts most of his meetings on the go.

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“Where is that woodcutter” Behind the drama, steel wings unfolded, soaring freely in the sky. He spoke casually, his voice cold.

“Do something else, Sheng Hunt Mountain doesn’t need him.” Jiang Wang responded.

Jing Li and Jiang Wang walked side by side. Bai Yu Xia secretly put in more effort, speeding up to walk beside them. Her hair fluttered in the wind as she spoke in a calm voice: "Why did the master send Lin Xian to do other things, letting Lian Yu Chan look after the children, yet bring only me to Sheng Shou Mountain"

His posture was extremely casual, but the upward curve of his mouth still revealed his happiness.

He, Lin Xian, and Lian Yuchan, three individuals, worked together in the Baiyu Jing. They were all cultivators who stood on the threshold between heaven and man, each a national prodigy. The fact that his master only took him to Shengsha Mountain doesn't explain enough, does it Whether or not you believe it, it is clear in his master's heart that he, Bai Yu Xia, is the most outstanding one!

"Oh." Jiang Wang casually said, "It's too dangerous for you to stay there."

White Jade's expression immediately soured. "What danger could I possibly be in"

"I'm worried about them."

Without waiting for the jade to become angry, he quickly said: "Alright alright, no more joking. What progress have you made in interpreting the scriptures of creation"

“If I'm in danger even within the Qihuo Department, then Yuchan would definitely be worse off. It’s not right for you to speak like this!” Bai Yuxia retorted stubbornly before saying, “In such a short time, it's impossible to achieve results and set off fireworks like this!”

But then, with a change of tone, he said, "We actually deciphered a character."

"What character is that" Jiang Wang was very interested.

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Do you still remember that clay tablet with the inscription "World has Wei, Wei resides in—"

Of course.

"The next character is 'qi'."

"It doesn't matter much." The forerunner of the Creation Scripture, Jiang Wang, the owner of Baiyu Pavilion restaurant, commented on this.

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Generally, the focus lies behind the word "its".

"It means a lot." The flying script, which had been soaring far away, suddenly drew closer and said in a cold tone: "You probably don't understand this subject very well. The interpretation of each ancient character is like clearing a patch of the clear puzzle in the historical fog. It helps us eliminate a massive amount of errors and greatly advances the process of interpretation."

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“Is that so” Jiang Wang reluctantly agreed, then shared his experiences in the water purification department with them.

"It's understandable that Qing Shui Chen, as a shaman, keeps some tribal secrets close. After all, they are the very foundation of their clan, and it's impossible for them to completely let down their guard." Bai Yu Xia made a calm analysis.

"There's something quite interesting, I wonder if you've noticed it," Jiang Wang said. "So far in the history of Floating Land, no true Totem Spirit has appeared. We've scoured through all the records, but there's no mention of it. Legends say there have been, but they're not credible. Based on the information we have about the various races of Floating Land, the only one who seems to be truly close to that realm is Qing Huo Zhu Shu, but even he hasn't broken through."

"Fate spoke directly, saying: 'Either this world has limitations, or the totem cultivation method has limitations.'"

"Have you all read the Totem Cultivation Method You should have also practiced it. What are your thoughts" Jiang Wang asked.

"Unless one cultivates to the realm of Totem Spirit, refining the physical body and summoning the soul to its origin, how can one truly speak of the Totem Holy Spirit realm" Ximeng Dao: "None of us are capable. No one will take it as the fundamental law, only using it as firewood."

“To reach that point, one abandons the mortal body. That's why the lifespan of a totem spirit surpasses that of a god." Bai Yu Xia also said: "Not to mention its boundless nature, just from those ancient texts alone, it is indeed a profound subject. It wouldn't be possible for us to comprehend its true meaning in just a few years. Those powerful figures from Floating Land would never truly open their hearts and minds..."

Jing Li, who had been silent all this time, suddenly exclaimed, “It's done!”

But see, he extended his right hand forward, a circular pattern slowly forming above his palm—

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Within the circle lies a slanted Chinese character for 'ten thousand,' formed by intersecting black and white lines. It possesses a simple yet enigmatic beauty.

Seeing this scene, the three people were all shocked to varying degrees.

Because this is not a simple pattern, it's a totem. A true totem imbued with power, woven into the fabric of this world, one that can be cultivated and practiced.

Unlike any existing totem that the Wangquan tribe had collected, which they had seen, this was a brand new totem!

White Jade Defect, Xi Meng, and Jiang Wang did not do this thing.

Bai Yu Xia recalled her own guidance, her voice a little hesitant: "This is... a causal totem"

“I guess so.” Jingli wasn't quite sure himself, he poked at the totem in front of him with his finger, as if it were a tangible thing, and pushed it back a few inches.

He grinned, as if he had found his favorite toy: "It should be!"

"Yu Bai Xia was still in disarray: 'I didn't ask you to make a shell of a causal totem, did I Does the little monk know what a shell is A shell is a pretense, it's used to fool people, it looks very real but has no use at all, it's easy to make, does the little monk understand'"

Jing Li blinked her eyes: "Can we make a real one It's not that difficult."

Ah, that makes sense. Baiyu Xia fell silent.

Xì Mǐng had already gotten the Wind Totem tattooed on his left forearm. Right now, he was quietly running the totem's power, once again reviewing its nature... He was also a little self-doubting.

Jiang Wang smiled and looked at Jingli: "It seems your exploration of totems has surpassed all of us. So, I ask this suspended temple little monk, in your opinion, can the realm of the totem sacred spirits in this totem cultivation method be reached"

Jing Li stood silent for a while, then said: “I don’t have the answer yet. From this side, I can imagine that shore, but without becoming the Totem Spirit and reaching the other side, I cannot truly see it.”

"Even Xiao Sheng, the little monk who created the causal totem, didn't have an answer at first. Even Qing Huazhu Shu, known as the 'strongest', hadn't confirmed their arrival." Jiang Wang said to them: "But over a thousand years ago, Jing Shui Yi Yuan, the witch of the Jing Shui department, after pouring for seven years on Sheng Shan, actually tried to ascend into the totem saint spirit. And his strength was not particularly outstanding among all the spirits at that time."

Bai Yu Xia didn't expect the host could get such useful information from the Jing Shui Department: "You mean..."

Jiang Wang said: "Perhaps he gained something on Shengshou Mountain. That gain was likely an extraterrestrial object, which gave him inspiration beyond this world and allowed him to see the path ahead!"

“What clues might the events from a thousand years ago still leave behind for us to discover” Xi asked dramatically.

“It’s impossible to remain, even if there were clues, they would have been erased by the people of Fuliu long ago. We have seen the civilization here, how can we underestimate their intelligence” Jiang Wang said: “What I’m looking for is traces of Ao Kui. He can't control the faith that swept through Fuliu now, he was forced to be an enemy of the various tribes of Fuliu, his choices are not many. This place is probably where he brought changes to Fuliu back then, he must come here again to find changes and seize the opportunity.”

Mount Shengou is located in the central region of the Floating World. The two tribes closest to this mountain are the Hun Tu tribe and the Tian Feng tribe. The former is the seventeenth of the Earth Tribes, while the latter is one of the eight branches that split from the Xuanfeng Tribe.

Saying it's "recently" all implies a distance of thousands of miles from Mount Shengu.

For Clear Water and Evening Thunder, you will need to go further.

Journeying swiftly, exploring along the way, I haven't felt the path was long at all.

When the four of them stopped, what appeared before them was more like a raised platform than a mountain.

Towering on the vast expanse of land, it was abruptly severed by a perilous and rugged path.

The mountain was still lush and green, with animals roaming and birds singing. It seemed to have become its own world, a world untouched by the changes of time.

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The puppet gathered its steel wings and landed on the relatively flat mountaintop. It crouched down, pressing its finger to the ground. From the tip of his finger, black ants appeared out of thin air and scurried outward.

As if responding to his footstep, ants surged like a black tide, flooding the entire Mount Sainthood!

"Are these all mechanisms" Jingli the monk curiously eyed them.

"They are all living creatures," Xi Ming said lightly. "Machinery arts can also create such ants, but the cost is too high and does not conform to our 'frugal' principles. These are ants that have been cultivated and processed in a special way, aided by machinery arts for control."

Since Qian Jin-hua became a magnate, the most considered word among Mohist scholars was "frugal spending."

But before Qian Jinhua's era, "frugality" meant restraint and simplicity. After Qian Jinhua's era, "frugality" tended more towards controlling costs in business activities.

To call him the True Monarch of Commerce is not entirely inaccurate.

The jade white flaws wielded a sword in the air and flew towards the distance.

Jiang Wang opened his eyes, and as an immortal he surveyed the four directions.

Ching Li took great strides and sat directly in mid-air, clasping his hands together and closing his eyes. A Buddha's light surrounded him, spreading like ripples on water.

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Four people divided into different areas, thoroughly investigating every inch of land on Mount Shengou.

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"Found him." Xi Ming's figure flickered, already darting into the forest. Jiang Wang raised his foot and followed suit.

The two sped through the deep woods, nimble as birds returning to their nest, finally stopping before an ancient tree with a trunk so wide it could accommodate nine people hugging each other.

The tree was dead, only half of it remaining, still very tall like a house. Inside, it had already been hollowed out by insects. Dense black ants were crawling all over the tree, both inside and out.

Fate pointed with his finger at the trunk of a tree. The black ants immediately swarmed back, almost forming a straight line, and dashed into his finger—it felt as if it were connected to another space.

"The ink ants tasted a power unlike any they'd known here," said the puppeteer. "It's quite fresh, within the last three days."

Jiang Wang casually shaved off a piece of rotten wood and slowly burned it with the Three Burning True Fire: "It must be Ao Kui. What did he do here"

The Executioner's Way: "He plundered the life force from this ancient tree. He intentionally concealed his tracks, shaping it to appear as if it had died of natural causes, but the impact it had on the soil and its encroachment on the living space of surrounding trees—these are things he cannot alter."

Jiang Wang had also found the answer through the San Mei True Fire, and it matched what Xi Meng described. He frowned and said, "Ao Kui has the ability to plunder the life force of trees for his own use. But this amount of life force is too insignificant for him. What could he possibly do with it"

Xi Ming said, "If Ao Kui could recover using this, we should be seeing a barren mountain. This indicates that this secret art has limitations, and he desperately needs to use this sliver of life to do something here."

Jiang Wang asked again, "Can we track them down using these powers"

"I'm doing it."

“If I were Ao Kui, having rushed through here a thousand years ago and hidden the celestial Buddha artifact. A thousand years later, the first thing I would do would still be to seek it out. And I have already contacted Qihe Ru Shi Po, sealing this world. But for some reason, I cannot fully release its power - so the most critical thing right now is to unseal this treasure, and bring back life.” Jiang Wang pondered: “Could this tree's vitality be of use to Qihe Ru Shi Po”

The Fate Weaver infused the power of the ink ants' consumption into four mechanical birds, then released them in four directions. "Even if it's useful," she analyzed, "it's at most a decoy based on the comparison of power."

Jiang Wang seemed thoughtful: "What is special about this tree"

“In this forest, the oldest tree…” Ximending said, grasping the key: “No, what’s special is that it’s the oldest tree still standing on Mount Sheng.”

The special thing is Mount Shengou!

Jiang Wang's eyes also lit up: "It has the power of the Floating Land Human Race origin!"

The fateful words rang out: “Perhaps the reason Qi He is so restrained is that he's being held back by the power of the floating world. Whether it's intentional manipulation by the human race of the floating world or simply a natural rejection, the result is the same. But Ao Kui sees through the veil and understands the root of the problem. He's working to solve it. That's why he needs to use the power of the origin of the floating human race as a catalyst.”

“How can one solve the suppression of world power by one's own insufficient strength, considering the long history of Jucheng's transmission Surely there are many ideas"

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“You could also ask the young monk, Hanging Temple is not without merit. It would be best if we pool our wisdom and exhaust all paths of this dragon, then sever them one by one.”

Just as he was speaking, Jingli's voice rang out — "Junior brother, over here!"

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The ants are still tirelessly crawling over every inch of land.

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Jiang Wang and Xi Ming shuttled through the quiet mountains, soon finding Jing Li's whereabouts—

He was in a deep cave.

Outside this cave, there are ancient trees with vines, moss-covered boulders, and it's deeply hidden. It's unknown how he found it.

At this moment, the trees shifted and the stones moved aside, like an ancient tomb being unearthed. Light poured in from the heavens. The smell of decay still lingered, a testament to how many years the stone had been sealed away, now reappearing into the world.

Upon entering, I realized that the cave was both tall and wide, with intricate passages branching in all directions. It was vast and impossible to take it all in at once.

The wind whistled through the caves in the distance, carrying the faint croak of crows, an eerie and ominous sound.

A handsome and clean young monk, stood with his palms clasped together in front of the ancient stone wall. A halo of Buddha light surrounded his head, making his shiny scalp gleam. The dim cave seemed to be illuminated by him.

So the large-scale painting of bloody horror before him seemed to become peaceful and warm.

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In Jiang Wang's eyes, this scene itself was also a painting, namely —

The Buddha looked at the evil spirits.

(The End) pitiful disciple of Qingyun Pavilion repeatedly recalled before saying, "Some bodies are truly unrecognizable. Those that can be identified are all here."He dared not make a single mistake, nor utter...