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Chapter 767 236. The Eight Immortals’ True Self and the Message from Samsara

"Why did the Dragon King call me here?" Cheng Tian came to Taihang Mountain and admired the jade pavilion in the center of the lake island. He even praised the Taihang Dragon King for his superb aesthetic taste and the artistic sense of the master of cosmic sculpture in his design.

Li Xi'an leaned against the stone table and pointed with his eyes at the bronze coffin that was placed in the center of the pavilion.

"What is this?" Cheng Tian took a closer look, took a breath and frowned, "This... the Taixu Ancient Coffin? It really is the Taixu Ancient Coffin! Lord Long, you don't know that this coffin is a filth suppressor created by the immortals and Buddhas, specifically used to seal fallen creatures. And looking at the inscriptions carved on the surface, the creature sealed is probably not an ordinary fallen creature, but at least a True Immortal or True Buddha-level being."

Chengtian's eyes slowly moved along the extended lines of the bronze and stopped at the crack. He pushed himself up with his arms and jumped onto the coffin, stroking the crack with his fingers.

His expression suddenly became serious, and he said to Li Xi'an: "Lord Long, I'm afraid something terrible is going to happen!"

Li Xi'an drank his tea calmly, lowered his eyes and asked, "Why is there something wrong?"

"This crack was left not long ago. I'm afraid that the fallen creature inside broke through the seal and escaped!" Cheng Tian said, "If this fallen creature hides in Jiuzhou, it will be a disaster. Even if its combat power is not as good as Chengmian, there is no need for a fallen immortal Buddha to fight you head-on. It only needs to lie dormant in secret and wait for the opportunity, operate in secret, and let the filth and fall spread out. Jiuzhou may follow the old path of Taixu!"

"Come closer and take a look at what's in the coffin?"

Cheng Tian heard this and stuck his head into the crack of the coffin in confusion. He heard a muffled voice echoing, "Lord Long, it's pitch black in here, there's nothing!"

Li Xi'an stood up suddenly, lifted Cheng Tian's butt with one hand, bent his arm and lifted him into the coffin.

Luo and Chu Xing'er were stunned as they watched from the sidelines. Chu Xing'er stammered, "Chengtian, he, he was also transformed from filth?"

Li Xi'an shook his head, "No."

Luo asked: "Does that mean he still has other intentions?"

Li Xi'an then shook his head, "That's not the case either."

“To explore Dayuan, we need the guidance of the Gate of All Wonders. But if Cheng Tian knew that this trip was heading to Dayuan, he would probably escape in the blink of an eye. This person has many tricks up his sleeve, and is connected to beings at the level of Taixu Tianzun. We should cut off his retreat first, and then slowly work our way toward perfection.” After Li Xian finished speaking, he jumped into the crack of the coffin, leaving Luo and Chu Xing'er staring at each other in bewilderment.

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"Crap! Infinite Heavenly Master!"

"You red loach! You're trying to kill for money like this! If I die and become a ghost, I will never be better than you! I will turn into an evil ghost and stay in the sky of your Taihang Mountains every day to recite the Tao Te Ching to you!" He kept roaring as he fell in the endless darkness.

But soon, Cheng Tian discovered that there was a figure beside him without him noticing.

He turned his head and saw that it was the Taihang Dragon King sitting cross-legged on the red-scaled giant claws. The hair hanging from the dragon horns was dancing wildly as it fell, and the terrifying molten gold vertical pupils were staring straight at Cheng Tian. The man stretched out his hand guiltily to greet him, praying that the other party had not heard his previous roar.

"...Hi! What a coincidence, Long Jun?"

Why did you come down here too? I didn't dare to say this all day, but just thought about it in my heart.

"You have to think carefully. If you become a ghost, everyone in the underworld will be my people." Li Xian grinned at him.

Cheng Tian was in a hurry. His face looked like a good student in Tianyang Academy, but at this moment, he looked particularly hateful in Cheng Tian's eyes! Just as Cheng Tian's thoughts were scattered, a hill suddenly appeared in front of him. He slammed heavily into the sand dune, raising a cloud of dust and eating a mouthful of sand.

Li Xi sat steadily on the Eight Peaks of Taihang Mountain, with the other seven arms stretched out behind him, and the emerald waterfall from Zai Tian Ding illuminated the place.

An arm will be scooped out of the dunes all day long.

He sat in the palm of the dragon's claw all day and spit out a mouthful of white sand. When he looked down, he found that the "sand" was actually finely divided white bone relics.

The emerald waterfall from the Zai Tian Ding illuminates an area of ​​a hundred feet, lighting up this wasteland paved with Buddha bones. The remains of countless golden bodies of Arhats are piled up into a mountain, and each skeleton has an inverted "卍" seal embedded between its eyebrows. This is a cemetery, a purgatory used to bury fallen Buddhas in the distant past.

Cheng Tian took a deep breath and said in surprise: "This place... is Dayuan?"

"Deep in the source, in the material world, this place is probably located in the black soil outside the universe... The owner of this place is here to welcome us." Li Xian said casually, and at the same time burned the white bone relics under Cheng Tian's feet into ashes.

An Arhat's golden body exploded into bone powder and solidified into a distorted Buddha face in mid-air.

"Intruders!" the Buddha-face hissed, "You..."

Li Xian rose into the air from the palm of Taihang Eight Peaks, revealing a huge dragon body. His dragon tail split the Buddha's face like a giant axe splitting a mountain. He hovered on the white bone sand dune, and the fallen bone powder burned into golden starlight. The friction between the red scales and the white bone ground made a sharp and piercing sound.

The red dragon turned his head, and the face with the golden ghost mask was in some sense much more terrifying than the previous Buddha face.

"I don't have time to waste words with these villains. Use your Gate of All Wonders to show me the way." The Red Dragon's voice made the entire bone dune tremble, and the bone mountain seemed to have collapsed, rolling down sand and rocks.

He nodded blankly all day long, and he dared to make jokes in front of Long Jun's human form, but when facing this face, he was afraid that his shaking head was just a precursor to Long Jun's head being twisted off.

But before Cheng Tian could activate the Gate of Wonders, the bone hill beneath him opened its mouth, and hundreds of pale arms wrapped in cassocks stretched out from the abyss! Black scriptures surged under the skin of those arms, and the claws that popped out of the fingertips were made of the body fragments of the angry Vajra. These hundreds of arms went straight to Cheng Tian on the Eight Passes of Taihang.

"Bold!" Li Xian shouted, he drew out the Xi Sword, and under the dragon body's grip, the sword's edge suddenly surged a thousand feet.

The dragon was winding, the morning light was turned upside down in his palm, and the sword was emitting a burning light. The pale arms were dancing wildly in the fire, and the black smoke from the burning robes could be heard with the inverted chanting of scriptures: "Thus I have heard, the most holy of all things, thus I have heard, I have attained the fruit of Sotapanna!"

Every time I open my eyes, I see a horrifying scene.

A thousand-foot-tall white-bone Buddha stood up in the flames. In its chest beat a heart made of twisted black tree roots, and each rib was strung with a rotten arhat head. The Buddha raised his hand to dispel the morning light, and the "卍" seal on his palm completely dissolved the Tao rhyme.

Li Xi'an swung his tail to cut through the void, urging the universe law to draw out white mist. In the mist, eight red-scaled arms each held a magic weapon, Jian Yuechuan turned into a silk ribbon to entangle the Buddha, the dark sword pierced his right leg, and Chen Xingshan suppressed him, making him unable to move. Cheng Tian took the opportunity to throw a bronze lamp from his sleeve, and the golden humanoid chanting in the wick suddenly surged and took over the Xi Sword and beheaded the Buddha.

I was sweating all day watching this god of death appear again.

"Boom!" The Buddha collapsed, the sand dunes turned into a whirlpool, and Li Xian grabbed Cheng Tian and dived into the darkness.

………… The Great Source revived, and the apostles walked on the black soil to kill the two invading creatures.

But the dragon shadow was leaping, and even the fallen immortal Buddha at the level of silence and illumination was helpless. Finally, the great source calmed down, as if it had become a dead thing again.

After a fallen immortal was beheaded, Cheng Tian's eyes lit up.

"Northwest Qian position!" Chengtian suddenly pointed to somewhere.

In the mist illuminated by the Zai Tian Ding, a cluster of flames flickered, enclosed by a pale skeleton.

"The true spirit of Daoquan Yungu." Li Xian broke the skeleton and brought the flame into the Zaitian Ding, and the Deer King let out a joyful cry.

Looking back all day, I shuddered subconsciously.

The darkness behind them was filled with the corpses of fallen immortals and Buddhas. Taihang Dragon King was like stepping on Dayuan's face to kill his way out. He knew that this red dragon had extraordinary combat power and was born sacred, but he had never watched the fight so directly. The so-called fallen immortals and Buddhas who could hold him back for a moment were the best. The golden Dao rhyme burned away all the filth, and the fallen immortals and Buddhas gave way.

The ten kinds of bodies made the red dragon pure and untainted, and it rushed around with its flesh and blood, smashing the torsos of many fragile fallen creatures.

Seeing Dayuan angry all the time, he sent out apostles who covered the sky and the sun to besiege the Red Dragon, trying to wait until the Red Dragon's spiritual energy was exhausted and it was no longer possible to fight. However, when the apostles who covered the sky and the sun were burned to ashes, Dayuan did not wait for this moment.

"It's time for us to go." Taihang Baxing held up the Zai Tian Ding, "This is the last trace of the Eight Immortals' true self."

"But... isn't there another one?" Cheng Tian asked.

"Are you talking about Chunyang Fuyou? There is no need to worry about Him. Since he has become the Supreme, how could his true self be missing in the Great Source?" Li Xian's response in a low thunderous voice came from high above.

Cheng Tian shook his head, "This man really deserves the title of the Uncrowned Supreme!"

The waterfall of seal characters falling from the Zai Tian Ding gradually subsided, and the Deer King in the Ding fell asleep with the last wisp of the Eight Immortals' true self in his mouth. Li Xi'an's dragon tail swept across the Buddha's remains, and the collision of red scales and white bones made a sound of metal and stone, creating ripples in this dead abyss.

The red dragon raised its head, and the next moment, the five elements of divine light pierced through the black fog dome.

Before Cheng Tian could react, he was grabbed by the Taihang Eight Peaks. Li Xi'an's iron scales snapped together, emitting golden sparks and smashing through layers of black fog. The remains of fallen creatures along the way fell like a rainstorm. They were like mud and sand that sank to the bottom, and could only watch the only light here break free from the mire.

When the first ray of Kyushu skylight pierced his eyes, Cheng Tian almost cried. The inscriptions of Heluo Bridge flowed under his feet. On the other side of the bridge stood a jumping apricot-yellow figure. Chu Xing'er was riding on the neck of the Nether Bone Dragon, and the ginkgo leaf umbrella in her hand turned into a golden windmill.

"Head of the Nine Heavens, you were not thrown into the Great Source by the old dragon!" The girl's shout was wrapped in the wind from the Taihang Mountains. Cheng Tian was about to retort when he saw a strange woman in a red wedding dress walk out. The aura around her was extremely dark and gloomy, and the wedding dress was stained with dew from the Wangchuan River.

This is like a ghost.

Cheng Tian suddenly thought of what Taihang Red Loach said about the existence of people in the underworld.

The red dragon was perched on the top of the mountain, shaking off the mud on its body. It was the remains of immortals and Buddhas that had been burned by the Taoist lotus fire.

The dark gold lines surging from the bronze coffin faded away quietly, and Li Xi'an extended the Eight Peaks of Taihang to hold up the Zai Tian Ding. Seven bronze lamps flew out of the mouth of the cauldron, and true spirits sank and floated in the flames of the lamps. Two of them flew out as soon as they appeared, escaping in two directions.

On a frosty sky, there was a figure sitting cross-legged in the air with eyes closed and a thousand hands.

A ghost face and a bamboo basket were erected under the ghost gate.

"Is this... the end?" After sitting on the Heluo Bridge all day, he felt that the walk from the depths of Dayuan was unreal. It was a bit too easy, just like sightseeing to him. He looked down at his palm, where a golden lotus seal had appeared without knowing when.

Chu Xing'er jumped over and poked the sweat on his forehead: "Of course, Chengtian, follow the old dragon and even light up his Tao rhyme! Are you going to be a time priest?"

"Keep it as a talisman. It can ward off three fatal disasters." The red dragon came windingly, turned into a human form and touched the ground. The red robe was raised, and the dragon's tail pulled Chengtian up from the ground.

Li Xian looked at the Taihang Mountains floating in the sea of ​​clouds in the distance, and suddenly noticed an extra sword on the ridge.

"Chun Yang came here and left this sword as a gift of gratitude," Luo said.

"I think it will not be long before Yuchai Shunde and Zhulan Caihun will reach perfection and be ready to break through." At this time, a gentle female voice was heard on the Heluo Bridge.

"You seldom come to Taihang, so it must be something important." Li Xi'an's eyes fell on the woman in the wedding dress.

Su Long is a ghost who wanders between yin and yang. Even Qing Yan, the lord of the underworld, rarely sees her.

A sigh came from under the red veil: "Oh, it was my charming ancestor who came to me in a dream, insisting that I come to Taihang Mountain and hand this little thing over to Taihang Dragon King in person."

"Tea?" Li Xian opened the glass cup and was stunned for a moment.

"Who knows what the ancestor's intention is?" Su Long shrugged.

"What else did she say?"

"Lord Long, are you sure you want to listen? This is our Su family's private matter." The red-clothed female ghost twisted her slender waist naturally, and the full and plump buttocks under the wedding dress stunned Chu Xing'er who was standing beside her. She subconsciously grabbed her buttocks, and then stared blankly at her own hands.

Su Long suddenly came closer, and the fragrance of flowers hit Li Xian's nose. She laughed softly and said, "The ancestors said not to flirt in front of Taihang Dragon King... Otherwise, the ancestors will personally punish me, an unworthy descendant!"

Li Xi'an expressionlessly flicked Su Long away with his finger and shook his head, "That's not it."

"You are still so boring." Su Long smiled, "The ancestor said that if you drink this tea, you can see her no matter where she is."

"Even in other timelines?"

“Even if I return to the beginning of time alone, as long as the Dragon Lord wishes, there will be a response!”

I wish you all a happy Lantern Festival!