In Qianjiang, Su He regained consciousness and saw huge characters occupying the chat area: "Senior Nanming, the altar has been built."
A beam of light fell on the Suhe Island and turned into Nanming Zhenren. Then, one after another, more than 30 people from Qianjiang gathered on the Suhe Island.
Nan Ming Zhenren had a bubble on his head: "My friend, are you going to start summoning Qian Qianzi's soul?"
Ji Feixue had already passed on the summoning method along with the altar construction method.
Su He shook his head: "I can't do the summoning dance, my subordinates will perform the summoning, and I will be the guardian."
"Alright!" Nan Ming Zhenren nodded. The dragon turtle was indeed not suitable for summoning spirits, as its true essence and magical powers were too overbearing. Summoning spirits mainly used the power of the altar, and the summoner was just an initiator. A higher level of Taoism was naturally better, but as long as he reached the demon transformation realm, it was enough.
On the half-destroyed alchemy furnace above Taoist Shenchen's head was an inscription that read: "My friend, are you able to project the altar scene onto Qianjiang?"
"Okay!" Su He nodded.
What is played back is one's own memory, but everything seen is naturally stored in the mind and turned into memory. Strictly speaking, backtracking cannot be real-time broadcast. In fact, there is a momentary delay, but it is only a slight delay that is barely noticeable.
When the camera was replayed, an image played in front of him. It was the altar scene, but Su He was not seen. This was a broadcast from Su He's perspective.
"The Eclipse Soul Altar of the Spiritual Race?" Taoist Canchen was stunned. If there was a race in the universe that had the most thorough research on the soul, it would be the Spiritual Race. The Spiritual Race itself was a being similar to the soul.
Nan Ming Zhenren shook his head and said, "It was only based on the Spiritual Tribe's Eclipse Altar that Fairy Ji made some changes to the altar. Otherwise, the original Eclipse Altar would have taken at least sixty years to set up properly."
Taoist Chanchen nodded. At first glance, this altar looked like the altar of the spirits. But if you looked at it a few more times, you could see the difference. The altar of the spirits was much sneakier and darker than this one.
After all, they are a race that relies on curses to dominate.
"Fairy Ji should know more about this altar, but unfortunately Fairy Ji is not here."
As soon as the inscription on the Taoist Shenchen's alchemy cauldron appeared, everyone looked at Su He. Su He opened his mouth. He didn't know where Ji Feixue had gone. There was no news since she left three months ago.
Su He looked around and changed the subject: "Master Sanxiang, I haven't seen you for a long time."
When he first learned that Feng Yiju could forcibly convert people, Monk Sanxiang helped him solve his doubts, but he was rarely seen since then. It has been nearly a year since he appeared.
Taoist Chanchen laughed loudly, without making any sound, but the furnace-shaped bubbles on his head trembled up and down, showing his inner joy: "Monk Nase made a great vow to cultivate the body of Acala for the 96th time. This time he also practiced silent meditation, so he can't show his body."
Zhan Xiu next to him also laughed, with bubbles on his head: "Guess how long this old monk can stay still?"
The body of Acalanatha remained motionless for thousands and tens of thousands of years, and the old monk couldn't bear it.
Fairy Junlan was right beside him and said with a smile, "Three years! It can't be any less. Master Sanxiang lasted for three years last time."
Taoist Shenchen snorted twice, and the alchemy furnace above his head turned into a normal bubble: "Last time it was special, he fell asleep, this time Master Guiyuan of Gujingzhai is personally guarding him, he can't sleep, at most two years, no more!"
Su He had a lot of questions in his head. He also knew a little about the Buddhist practice in this world. Those who needed to make great aspirations to practice were all the heavenly Buddhist teachings, the real profound Buddhist teachings.
Moreover, he made a great vow for the 96th time... Do you think great vows are just cabbages? This monk must be a fake monk! Only ordinary people who don't practice cultivation dare to make vows casually.
Moreover, making great vows in Buddhism is extremely similar to praying to heaven and earth. It does not mean that heaven and earth and sentient beings will respond to your wishes. If they do not respond, you cannot practice Buddhism and will be punished by heaven.
Taoist Chanchen patted Su He's tortoise shell and said, "Don't compare yourself with that lecherous monk. That monk was born a Buddhist. Making a wish is as easy as drinking water. He gets what he wants as soon as he makes it. He has never followed any of the shabby rules and regulations, but Gu Jingzhai still treats him as a treasure. However..."
Taoist Chanchen laughed even more happily: "You will suffer for your own mistakes! That lecherous monk became a Buddhist very early and has long been youthful. But every time he made a great wish, he aged a little. Three hundred years ago, he was a handsome young monk with a face as white as a twenties, but now he is an old monk with a face full of wrinkles."
Everyone was talking and laughing, but their voices gradually became lower, and they all looked at Su He. They had all been practicing for who knows how long, and even if they were going to be killed and ascended to heaven, they could still laugh heartily. But since this matter concerned the soul of a fellow Taoist, it was still a bit heavy.
Zhenren Nanming became even more depressed. He had been in Qianqianzi's cave, guarding the golden lotus, so he could better sense Qianqianzi's condition.
At this moment, he was completely silent. His real body was operating the formation, ready to cooperate with Su He in summoning souls at any time.
Su He nodded, and the dragon turtle on the altar let out a long roar. Long Min came over with a stick, bowed to Su He, and climbed onto the altar.
Su He got down from the altar and tried his best to restrain his own aura so as not to affect the summoning.
Su Huanian came riding on a sword and landed beside Su He. He stood there quietly, also suppressing his sword energy.
Long Min came on stage and placed a comb on the altar. It was Qianqianzi's personal belongings, which Nanming Zhenren obtained in Qianqianzi's cave and passed on to Su He through the Xuanjie.
This can be used as a guide to summon Qianqianzi's soul.
Long Min adjusted his breath, burned incense one foot high, bowed to all directions, respected heaven and earth, jumped up to dance, and sang while dancing, like a witch or a priest.
Especially with Long Min's old body, it looks even more similar.
A distant and clear singing voice rang out from the altar. It was not a human singing but a soul-calling ceremony, the resonance between heaven and earth caused by the Long Min witch dance.
As the singing began, everything around it became subordinate, as if the entire altar was meant to draw out this sound.
Everyone in Qianjiang held their breath and watched the image projected by Su He. Taoist Shenchen said seriously, "Don't be distracted. Remember the sacrificial dance and the song thoroughly. It's best to imprint them in your soul and never forget them! This is the words of Tao!"
Human language is Tao, so those who are not Tao cannot speak human language. Before Su He passed the heavenly tribulation and prayed to the heaven and earth to obtain the Tao rhyme of heaven and earth, he could not speak human language.
On the other hand, the Great Dao can also emit human voices when it condenses. Even ordinary people have encountered such phenomena, where the wind blows through the valley and emits human voices. It may even warn him not to enter the valley and what to do.
This is fate, hearing the voice of the Tao as a mortal. If you understand it, your future is limitless. At the very least, if you act according to the Tao, it will be easy to turn danger into safety and encounter treasures.
The soul-calling ritual adapted by Ji Feixue will resonate with the Dao and call back the soul. If you remember this sound, you will surely make great progress in the path of the soul.
While Taoist Chanchen was reminding her, Su Huanian had already sent a message to Su He: "Write down this dance and its lyrics." In terms of knowledge, she far surpassed her husband.
The sound of the Tao spread, and the entire altar, including Long Min, became illusory, as if the space was distorted and they were not in the same world. A sense of alienation came from the altar.
Taoist Chen from Qianjiang Neican looked at the screen and said, "The altar is now half real and half virtual. Half of it is in this world, and the other half is using the wooden comb to detect the location of Qianqianzi's soul."
Su He nodded, understanding. It was like fishing, the person was on the shore, the fishing line had been thrown into the water, and the wooden comb was the bait.
The bait was thrown out, and the result came in just a moment. A green flame suddenly ignited on the wooden comb, and Qianqianzi appeared in the flame with a flash of surprise in her eyes.
Found her soul.
As soon as Qianqianzi appeared, she tried to get out of the flames, but at this moment a huge "卍" character appeared in the flames and suppressed Qianqianzi's soul.
"presumptuous!"
“Damn it!”
The screen was filled with shouting within Qianjiang, and the swastika was preventing Qianqianzi's soul from returning to its place. Her soul was imprisoned by someone!
"Roar!" Su He roared and rushed to the altar. Su Huanian had already dodged and landed on the altar. With a wave of his hand, he sent Long Min off the altar. The immortal sword flicked and turned into a sword light that dotted the swastika.
The golden light of the swastika became brighter and blocked the immortal sword.
A huge force came over him, and Su Huanian turned around and stood in the center of the altar. The flame on the wooden comb suddenly weakened and was about to go out.
Su Huanian's eyes narrowed slightly, the immortal sword was sent to the side, he jumped up and danced, took over Long Min's position, and summoned him personally. The majestic spiritual energy of the second level of stepping on the sky surged out.
The Taoist sound that had gradually faded away on the altar suddenly became melodious and clear. The same soul summoning, the same witch dance, performed by Su Huanian was completely different from the one performed by Long Min, and even the Taoist sound was somewhat cold and quiet.
Su He leaped up, his spiritual awareness rapidly spreading in all directions, while he used his vision to search in all directions.
Rocks, grass and trees can no longer block the view.
Just as Wu Wu started, he located Qianqianzi's soul and wanted to recall it immediately. Qianqianzi's soul was not far away!
Su He searched hard but to no avail.
The flames on the altar below were ignited again, but they could not call Qianqianzi back. Qianqianzi rushed left and right, but was always blocked by the swastika.
But the swastika was unable to penetrate Qianqianzi's soul. A faint golden light between her eyebrows completely blocked the swastika.
In Qianjiang, Canchen abandoned the chat window and spoke directly with his consciousness: "Nanming!"
Zhenren Nanming's eyes were filled with anger and his expression was serious: "Don't worry, there's no problem on my side." He protected Qianqianzi's physical body and used the physical body to guard her soul, so everything was fine for the time being.
Moreover, Zhenren Nanming had a vague feeling that in addition to the formation he was using to protect the golden lotus, there must be something else guarding Qianqianzi's soul, otherwise he would be under even greater pressure.
"Look for Sanxiang!" Nanming Zhenren replied through his consciousness.
Even an outsider could tell that the method used to suppress Qianqianzi's spirit was a Buddhist one. For professional matters, find a professional.
When he said this, Taoist Chanchen had already landed on Monk Sanxiang's island. He waved his hand and a small Zen temple rose from the ground and flew aside, revealing an old monk who was meditating with his eyes closed.
Master Sanxiang practiced Acalanatha and Silent Zen, and did not take away Qianjiang's consciousness. Instead, his consciousness also fell into a state of not moving, not speaking, and not hearing anything about external affairs. The consciousness and the original body were synchronized, just like a dragon turtle egg in the mountains and seas.
Chanchen rushed forward and slapped the old monk twice on the face.
"Wake up! Wake up you lecherous monk!"
Slap after slap fell, and everyone in Qianjiang was stunned. The method was crude but effective. After a moment, Master Sanxiang opened his eyes and the bubbles on his head burst: "Fuck you, your second uncle's Shenchen, I am the Buddha who entered into meditation, you bastard, you are courting death..."
"Qianqianzi's soul has been suppressed!" Taoist Chanchen's voice exploded in the monk's consciousness.
The monk was stunned for a moment, and before he could react, he was dragged by Taoist Chanchen and landed on Suhe Island, pointing at the picture projected by Suhe.
The soul-calling altar on the screen was illusory, with flames flickering. Qianqianzi's soul rushed into it several times, but could never jump over the swastika.
The furious monk Sanxiang suddenly calmed down, turned to Su He and said, "Young friend, please tell me the address."
It is not difficult to locate the Xuanjie. Just send a wisp of your own consciousness over there. After receiving a little bit of Su He's consciousness, Monk Sanxiang slowly closed his eyes, as if he had fallen into the realm of Acala again.
But in just a moment, a dull sound suddenly came from the space beside Su He outside Changyue Mansion, as if a fist was hitting the wall.
“Boom!”
“Boom!”
“Boom!”
Immediately afterwards, there was a loud bang, and a red light shattered the space and fell out.
He flew down from the sky, walked towards the altar step by step, and bowed to Su Huanian: "Thank you, little fairy, I will leave the rest to you."
Fairy Junlan in Qianjiang spoke cautiously with bubbles above her head: "Master Sanxiang... is angry!"
She had never seen such a polite Master Sanxiang before.
Taoist Chanchen stroked his beard, his face serious: "You may have forgotten the origin of his nickname, the Lecherous Monk?"
Three hundred years ago, when Qianqianzi first entered Qianjiang, the Sanxiang monk, who was still a handsome young monk, stared at her with wide eyes, jumped over, and asked Qianqianzi directly: "Little fairy, if I return to secular life, can I marry you?"
Qianqianzi was stunned with fear.
Then, the three-phase consciousness was beaten by Ji Feixue, and the real body was beaten by the master of Gu Jingzhai.
Monk Sanxiang became quiet and obedient.
Now, Qianqianzi's consciousness has been suppressed, and it is still the Buddhist methods that are used to suppress her.
One can imagine what Monk Sanxiang was thinking.
After politely seeing Su Huanian off the altar, Monk Sanxiang took off the Buddhist beads from his neck and threw them into the air. The flame on the wooden comb that was about to dissipate suddenly rekindled, even more vigorously than when Su Huanian was summoning souls, and instantly covered the entire altar.
Qianqianzi's entire body was exposed, no longer half of it, as if she could sense this side through the space.
"Senior Sanxiang, is that you?"
Qianqianzi spoke, but no sound came out, but one could tell what she was saying just by listening to her lips.
Monk Sanxiang's body suddenly burst into flames, and he pointed at the summoning screen and cursed: "You thief! If you dare to touch my Qianjiang Fairy, have you asked the Buddha about the demon-subduing pestle in his hand?!"
Monk Sanxiang cursed and waved his fists, wishing he could smash the swastika into pieces with one punch.
"The Great Brahma Mantra is used to imprison the soul of a fairy? You deserve to be a monk, and you deserve to be childless!"
Master Sanxiang didn't look like a great monk at all. He cursed loudly, and subconsciously raised his hand to wipe away the bubbles on his head. Then he suddenly realized that this was not Qianjiang, and the bad words could not be wiped off. Besides, what was the point of cursing at this bitch
Just scold him!
Curse his eight generations of ancestors!
The more the monk Sanxiang cursed, the more filthy his words became. His curses were beyond description!
Su He landed beside Su Huanian, and his two little sailors covered the fairy's ears.
As he cursed, a swastika flashed in the flame, as if he couldn't stand it anymore and hit him back. The monk Sanxiang's face suddenly became serious.
“I found you!”
"Young friend Su He, help me kill the enemy!" Sanxiang said in a low voice and leaped straight to the south.
Su He's face was gloomy. He didn't know what means Master Sanxiang used, but the moment the swastika reacted, he also sensed the other party's location.
"You guard the house!" Su He whispered to Su Huanian, the water waves beneath him rolled over, and he jumped up and went straight towards Dongyun.
Master Sanxiang was much faster than him. Before Su He arrived, he saw two different kinds of Buddha lights rising into the sky and iron chains crossing the sky thousands of miles south of Wuxiang Mountain.
Buddhism, seal the palace!
When Su He arrived by boat, he heard Master Sanxiang shouting, "Fugitive! Coward!"
The old monk did not have the slightest bit of compassion on his face at this moment. Instead, he threw his cassock aside, revealing his bare chest, muscular body, and murderous intent on his old face.
Opposite him was an old monk with a sad face and his hands clasped together. At first glance, he was an enlightened monk.
Compared to him, Master Sanxiang is just a gangster.
Beside the master, a member of the Fenghuang Palace clan stood in the air, with an iron chain extending from his palm, spanning the entire space, suppressing the Buddha's light of the Three Phases Master.
Monk Sanxiang was not afraid at all. He clenched his fists and his muscles trembled. He snorted coldly at the monk opposite him and said, "Fugitive! It would have been fine if you didn't dare to face Emperor Feng back then, but now you are colluding with Emperor Feng's Palace and are in cahoots with them!"
In ancient times, Xuanhuang Realm was called Xuanhuang Great World, the first among all heavens, the place where Taoism was inspired. The cultivation methods of all heavens and all worlds were born here. Buddhism and Taoism are worshiped by all worlds.
Until Xuan Huang was plotted against by the Fenghuang World and the origin of the world was stolen. That war almost overturned the three thousand worlds.
Even though the Xuanhuang World rushed to meet the enemy, it was never at a disadvantage. As long as it could slow down, it would still be unknown who would win or lose.
It just so happened that at this time the Buddha created two gates, and a Buddhist disciple led nearly 60% of the Buddhist power, escaped to the starry sky to open the Buddhist world, closed the mountain gate, and avoided the war.
This is the origin of the fugitive mentioned by Monk Sanxiang. The monk opposite is not a monk from Xuanhuang Realm, but from the Buddhist Realm!
It is unknown how many hundreds of millions of years have passed since ancient times, but the Buddhist sect defected, and a great war turned the Xuanhuang World into the Xuanhuang World.
Which of the top forces in the universe doesn’t know
The Buddhist sects that remained in Xuanhuang Realm had no face to show to the public. It was difficult for later generations to know what happened exactly, but it was known that in that war, more than 80% of the Buddhist disciples who stayed behind were killed or injured. After the war was settled, several large temples formed Gujingzhai, which passed on the Buddhist tradition, but they also became semi-secluded and never appeared in the world again.
They occasionally appear in the mortal world. Wherever ghosts are rampant or wherever demons are disturbing mortals, the disciples of Gu Jingzhai will appear.
"Amitabha!" The Buddhist monk looked at Monk Sanxiang, put his hands together and chanted the Buddha's name.
"Who among us, the descendants of you and I, can explain the various causes of what happened back then? Besides, my Buddha is merciful, and monks are not tainted by the secular world. How could I, the real Buddha, get involved in such killing and flesh-grinding?"
Monk Sanxiang jumped up and cursed: "Bullshit! You didn't mess with the mortal world back then, but now you come to me, your grandson, to snatch my Qianjiang girl? Isn't this being involved in the mortal world?!"
The monk's face became more compassionate: "Monks should not be involved in the calamities of the world, but they should also have responsibilities. This woman is evil, how can a monk just stand by and watch? We should suppress the evil and eliminate the demons!"
"You are evil!" Before he could finish his words, Master Sanxiang suddenly flashed and punched him. The red flame of Buddha's light on his fist slammed into the Buddha's light protecting the monk's body. With a loud sound of a bell, the two bald heads changed color at the same time.
The man who sealed the palace beside him rolled the iron chain and swung it like a whip towards Master Sanxiang.
Su He's face changed drastically, and he roared and asked for help.
But then a sword light came from a distance, and with a crisp sound, it bounced the iron chain away.
A middle-aged man dressed in Xuantian Sect clothes landed in Dongyun Mountain with a smile on his face: "I was invited by the head of Qingyuan Sect to suppress the battle between the two worlds. I didn't expect to run into the scum of Fenghuang Palace before I went to the battle between the two worlds. I'm lucky."
The man from the imperial palace said nothing, his eyes were gloomy, he swung the iron chain to break the space and jumped in. The middle-aged man from Xuantian Sect did not hesitate at all and chased after him with his sword.
"Don't worry, Senior Sanxiang, I will kill this thief!"
Before the monk Sanxiang could answer, the two men had already moved across the space battlefield to another place. There was Yunmeng Lake in the west and Xuantian Gate in the east. Even if the people from the Fenghuang Palace had ten courage, they would not dare to stay here for long.
Monk Sanxiang glanced back at Su He and said, "My dear Su He, Qianqianzi's soul is under this underground palace. I'm sorry to bother you."
Su He put away the flying boat and nodded.
The monk Sanxiang looked at the monk opposite him and reminded him, "My friend, be careful. There are three levels of the Fenghuang Palace below."
Is it just the third level of Heavenly Stepping? Then at least he can be invincible.
Su He slowly fell into the water.
The three monks facing each other put their hands together and said, "I am Yuanyi, my senior brother. How can we fight like ordinary people? Let's fight in Lingshan!"
After he finished speaking, he chanted the Buddha's name: "Amitabha!" In an instant, Buddha's light shone all over his body, and he had a dignified appearance. There were thousands of Buddha's lights, but Su He sensed a great crisis from the Buddha's light.
The fight at Lingshan is a unique method used by Buddhist disciples. It is probably a battle between the superiority of Buddhism and Buddhist rhyme. When compared with the Buddha's light, outsiders seem to have arrived at Lingshan Buddha Land, where the Buddha's light shines everywhere. In fact, it is full of dangers and killing without bloodshed!
Sanxiang's eyes were filled with murderous intent, and he put his hands together: "As you wish! Amitabha—"
Seeing the three agreed, Yuan Yi's eyes were compassionate and slowly closed. Compared with Lingshan, the monks in the Buddhist world have never been afraid of the monks in the Xuanhuang world, even the monks in Gujingzhai.
Such a barbarian monk wants you to know the vastness of my Buddhist teachings! He wants you to enter my Buddhist world with piety!
He closed his eyes, and the Buddha's light on his body became bright and expanded completely.
But after hearing the three-phase master chant the Buddha's name, he said: "—Amitabha, you second uncle!"
Monk Sanxiang suddenly took a step in the air and landed beside Yuanyi, punching him on the head.
"Bang!" With a loud bang, Yuan Yi's eyes suddenly became full of stars. When he opened his eyes, he saw another punch coming at him. Sanxiang was furious: "Do you think you are worthy of Amitabha? Buddha taught you not to get involved in the world if it does not benefit you, but not to stand idly by when it benefits you greatly?!"
Bang!
Another bell rang.
While beating him, the monk Sanxiang questioned: "Which evil spirit do you worship? Why does the Buddha teach me that if I don't go to hell, who will?!"
Bang!
“Why did the Buddha teach me that I would not become a Buddha until hell is empty?!”
Bang!
"Why did the Buddha teach me that even if I become a Buddha, I should turn back and save all the people in the world!"
Yuan Yi resisted with his palm back, but San Xiang had already taken the initiative. A Buddhist bead was fixed in the air to suppress his Buddha power, and each punch hit him hard.
"Fuck you! Damn it!" Sanxiang punched him and cursed, "You forced me to break the body of Acala, and you forced me to break the silent meditation."
One punch after another.
Yuan Yi fought desperately, but there was surprise in his eyes.
The underground palace was discovered, so this mission was doomed to fail. However, it was a great achievement to force Gu Jingzhai, who had reached the sixth level of heaven, to break the body of Acala.
Even if we flee today, it's worth it!
One must make great aspirations to practice to attain the body of the Great Ming King. How many great aspirations can a monk make in his lifetime
Every time Master Sanxiang threw a punch, the muscles in his body swelled and the wrinkles on his face shrank. He looked like an old monk in his seventies or eighties, but his figure regressed year by year.
Every time he got younger, the Buddha's power would increase. As he was fighting, Su He was stunned.
The old monk, who was in his seventies or eighties and had a wrinkled face, could not tell his appearance. But as he gradually got younger, Su He felt that the bald man was becoming more and more familiar.
Mou Wan!
The generous man who was reincarnated into the cycle of reincarnation together with the witch according to the Bai Ling talisman divination!
(End of this chapter)