Taoist Master Xuanhuang

Unless Wu Chan has truly gone mad and lost his mind.

No one would act this crazy unless they've lost their mind.

The divine beings cherish their lives and their magical power, since it is not something they cultivate themselves, but a gift from the origin of the realm.

Given this premise, the divine will not waste any magical power.

"Is he acting?"

Within the realm of animal creation, the Taoist of animal creation speculated.

"Who are we performing for? Are we performing for genuine cultivators to dispel our demonic possession?"

I have a general idea about how to create animals, but I'm not sure.

"But is a true cultivator really that foolish? Black is black, and white is white. Can you wash away black to make it white? Foolish."

Thinking of this, the beast was even more speechless.

Who gave Wu Chan the evil Buddha the courage to perform like this and clear his name? If it were that easy to clear his name, would he need to be so cautious?

And if others don't know, how could a sacred being like myself not know?

The pollution originates from the very source of the realm; it's not simply a matter of polluting the sacred. The entire realm has been polluted by the resentment of heaven and earth.

I know myself best. I was once a branch of the laws of creation... and now I have become the evil power of creating animals.

However, it is a fourth-order true king after all, which cannot be explained by ordinary creatures.

It is a display of supernatural powers, making artificial animals seem like child's play; the true supernatural power of creating animals is all things.

All things are puppets to me, and I am the master of the puppets.

Each controlled being is like a battery, constantly consuming itself to power the creator of the animal path.

It can also be described as a form of cannibalism.

"How could he believe that a mere performance could erase such a fundamental change?"

The beast shook its head in bewilderment.

Wu Chan, the evil Buddha, may seem crazy, but he is actually overjoyed.

Just as the young monk could make plans, so could he.

That's exactly what he wants.

It would be best if the animal being thought of as a madman, so that he wouldn't actually fight himself.

That way you won't get hurt.

To be honest, I really can't beat the Creator of Animals. I've put all my energy into my physical body. I can't say that my divine abilities have become rusty, but it's safe to say that I haven't used them for a long time.

So make it as powerful and vast as possible.

Completely disregarding the waste of their magical power, they attacked not living beings, but the barriers between realms.

He wanted this effect.

This is better than creating animals that can actually fight you.

Therefore, even though it might not be the most powerful move, he used all the most magnificent techniques he could display, just like he didn't spend any money on it.

It has to be said that if one's magical power were not controlled by the realm, this would seem like a good thing.

Unfortunately, magical power isn't one's own; that's the reality.

"Hmph, you coward, dare to come out and fight this humble monk!"

"You fiend, you coward! Are you going to hide forever?"

"Creator, come out and fight this humble monk!"

"..."

Wu Chan grew a bit bolder and kept shouting.

With such powerful attacks coming one after another, in less than an hour, Wu Chan Xie Fo had already exhausted 70% of his magical power.

He felt he had enough.

The photos taken by the young monk are enough.

As long as these photos are circulated and one claims to have repented and reformed, and to be irreconcilable with evil, one can be removed from the list of those in danger.

So what if I find out I'm a fake in the future?

At that time, I will be stronger, and the Buddhist community will not want to be my enemy.

"Hmph, you rat! What kind of saint hides in the realm and doesn't come out? Remember this, I will not let you go. I will come again. As long as you don't repent and turn over a new leaf, I will never let you go."

Wu Chan plans to leave.

That's enough, that's more than enough.

Whether others believe it or not, as long as it's publicized, it's a success; even investigations take time.

"Boom!"

Like the collision of two celestial bodies, when Wu Chan withdrew his aura, everything seemed calm and peaceful, like a whirlwind sweeping away clouds.

However, 70% of everything that the Animal Creation Daoists had developed over the years around the Animal Creation Realm was destroyed.

It looked like a ruin.

The eerie wheat fields, the eerie willow trees along the riverbank, and the utterly absurd village all vanished in the destruction caused by the celestial collision.

"this?"

"Such a short time?"

"Is there anything reserved?"

The Demon Buddha, who had been lying in ambush, was somewhat bewildered by Wu Chan Xie Fo's attack in less than an hour.

That's it? I knew the sacred ritual was short-lived, but I didn't expect it to be this short-lived. Could there be something hidden?

"Regardless of whether there are any hidden opportunities, we can't miss this chance. We'll make our move right on time."

Minghui made a decisive statement.

"Yes!"

The group of high-ranking Buddhist figures nodded in agreement, and then went about their own business.

Jingguan was recording the great power displayed by the evil Buddha Wuchan. Their Buddhist sect also needed to record this, to record the Buddhist sect's slaying of the evil Buddha who had fallen into demonic possession.

The reason I dare not broadcast live is because I am afraid of accidents, and even more afraid that experts will see through my Buddhist methods.

We can just edit it later; they're all top directors.

……

"call!"

After flying quite a distance, Wu Chan Xie Fo finally breathed a sigh of relief. Even if the Beast Creation Daoist realized what was happening, he wouldn't have chased after them this far.

This place is safe; it's the place I promised the young monk.

But after waiting and waiting, the young monk Jingguan did not appear, and Wuchan Xiefo suddenly had a bad feeling.

In that instant, heaven and earth seemed to vanish, all senses became blurred, and even the connection between oneself and the realm began to stagnate.

"Not good? What happened?"

Wu Chan suddenly woke up.

The perception doesn't disappear in a fleeting moment; it disappears without you even realizing it.

"Boom!"

suddenly!

An indescribable pagoda appeared.

Neither gold nor stone, nor wood nor jade.

The foundation of this pagoda is deeply rooted in the purest thoughts of millions of Buddhist believers.

The power of vows forms the bricks. The smoke rising from the incense and kowtows of millions of believers is repeatedly tempered, folded, and forged by great supernatural powers, transforming into crystal bricks that shimmer with the light of seven colors.

Each piece contains a microcosm of a soul's most sincere, persistent, and even humble wish in this lifetime.

The Golden Threads of Merit are formed from the immeasurable good deeds accumulated by virtuous monks and practitioners throughout countless lifetimes. They are woven from thin silk threads into golden strands that are as thick as honey and as strong as steel, running through the entire structure of the pagoda and seamlessly stitching together the countless glazed bricks.

The Qi Yun Lamp, drawing upon the fortunes of countless Buddhist Pure Lands that flourished due to the spread of the Dharma, forcibly extracted and condensed them into a pure, azure-colored flame. At the heart of this flame hangs a tiny Bodhi seed, condensed from the three Buddhist truths of "forgetting," "extinction," and "emptiness," becoming the sole source of light for the entire tower and the central force driving this extraordinary structure.

The entire tower presents a contradictory appearance that is both magnificent and hazy, both solemn and ethereal.

When viewed from a distance, it appears as a blurry outline under sunlight or moonlight, like a mirage.

Upon closer inspection, its bricks, tiles, beams, and pillars are clearly visible, and one can even feel the lingering warmth and faint echoes of prayer on the glazed bricks. However, the magnificent and solemn form cannot form a stable memory in the mind. As soon as the gaze is turned away, the details slip away from consciousness and are forgotten as quickly as sand in water.

The nameless pagoda, the most precious treasure of Buddhism, was revealed to the public for the first time.

Wu Chan Xie Fo was quite fortunate to be the first to witness the Buddhist treasure.

Although Wu Chan Xie Fo wasn't exactly an 'outsider,' as he was also a monk, if he had a choice, he probably wouldn't want this kind of luck.

The pagoda appeared illusory, its number of stories unclear, seemingly endless.

The interior space of the tower is much larger than its exterior dimensions.

It is not boundless and vast, but rather like countless layers of memory bubbles that are stacked, intertwined, and folded, each layer being a projection of a certain time and space fragment.

It might be a dilapidated Zen temple room with ancient Buddha statues and a dim lamp, or a magnificent hall with incense smoke, or a stone platform where Arhats meditate amidst stars.

One is lost in the midst of it all. With each step, the ground seems solid, but when you look up, you see a completely different scene. Countless corridors of memories flicker and fade within you.

The air was heavy, like solidified amber, and time flowed differently from the outside world, stretching and deforming every second.

In this thick silence, only three words flowed silently between the beams and corridors like invisible waves.

They are:
"Shelter"—passing over the body's surface, the mind's perception is as if wrapped in a thick, insulating layer of glass grease. The soul's "tentacles" to the outside world are completely severed. Although the five senses are still there, they seem to be isolated by a heavy curtain. Even if the sky collapses and the earth cracks outside the tower, the inside of the tower remains still and stagnant.

"Sever"—drilling into the ear, the invisible connection between consciousness and body, memory and the present moment is quietly severed by an invisible blade. Emotions freeze and detach instantly when the word "sever" sweeps across them, like boiling water encountering ancient ice, love, hate, and passion are instantly frozen into ice sculptures, and the river of all memories begins to become turbid and lifeless.

"Forgetting"—it seeps directly into the depths of consciousness. It is not erasure, but rather the initiation of a self-absorption, a complete exile. Individual experiences, knowledge, and even the cognition of the "self" are like old photographs soaked in weak acid, the colors beginning to dissolve, blur, and fade.

The trajectory of thought, like footprints on a sand dune, is silently and imperceptibly smoothed over by this tide of "forgetting." Impressions and entanglements of people and events outside the tower are the first to be affected, quickly weathering into unrecognizable dust.

These are the three strongest abilities of the pagoda, and upon closer inspection, you will find that they are almost all manifestations of cause and effect.

Long ago, Buddhism had a bad reputation, which troubled its leaders. Therefore, when they were refining the pagoda, they added many special blessings, such as the power of forgetting.

If Buddhism had truly intended to help people forget their past and start anew, then so that they might be able to do so.

Whether it was a lucky accident or just bad luck, it doesn't matter.

The nameless pagoda truly possesses the ability to make people forget, a truly rare ability.

Wu Chan suddenly realized that she could no longer perceive anything, and she didn't even know when this ability had appeared.

If he doesn't resist, the influence of the pagoda will become more serious if he continues to be affected for a long time, such as forgetting who he is, his identity, and what he is supposed to do.

Then he truly converted to Buddhism.

The invisible and intangible threads of cause and effect that entangle all things outside the tower are swallowed up and dissolved by the "true meaning of oblivion" flowing inside the brickwork once they touch the tower's glazed walls.

Those who enter the tower have their own existence and cause and effect forcibly "isolated" by the invisible domain formed by the true meaning of these three words. Any attempt to explore their past, present, or future through deduction, divination, or retrospective supernatural powers will only result in a chaotic blur of light and shadow, or a complete void, making it impossible to clearly capture the traces and destiny of the person in the tower.

If they are trapped inside the tower, no information from the outside world can penetrate the tower walls.

Whether it's scanning with divine sense, prying with supernatural powers, or directly transmitting signals through light and sound waves, all of these are isolated and absorbed by the seemingly warm and smooth glass on the surface of the tower.

Those inside the tower who are not granted access are also prisoners within the tower, completely losing all contact with everything in the outside universe.

The Power of Oblivion: The Dust-Locked True Name: This is the most terrifying power of this tower. It directly affects the "existential cognition" of those who enter the tower, and even the "collective memory" of those who enter the tower from the outside world.

All those who enter the tower will have all their deeds, identities, and social relationships outside the tower slowly washed away and diluted by the pervasive tide of "forgetting" within. The longer one is away from the tower, the more blurred their image becomes.

Ultimately, it became a vague symbol in the annals of history, leaving only an empty human silhouette in the memories of others.

Manipulated active forgetting: The tower owner can utilize the profound meaning of annihilation within the "Bodhi Lamp of Fortune" at the top of the tower to perform a powerful forgetting operation on a specific target—

When the "Severing Edge Cutter" ritual is performed, the flames of the lamps surge like the golden sun.

An invisible giant guillotine, formed purely from the true meaning of the words "severance" and "forgetting," slashed at its chosen target like shearing grass.

Where the guillotine passes, it does not sever flesh and blood, but rather the "memory imprints, emotional entanglements, and existential resonances" that are entwined with it.

The body of the severed person will flow with invisible golden-red "blood". The part of the severed person in the memories of all living beings, along with the corresponding memories and emotional experiences of those related to them, will be completely severed, faded, and eventually stripped away!
If relatives forget their names, close friends forget their kindness, fellow practitioners forget their vows, and even the words in historical records and classics disappear on their own... the roots of their "existence" are ruthlessly severed.

This tower lacks the dazzling divine light and murderous aura of typical magical artifacts; it is more like a "black hole of existence."

The entire tower exudes an unparalleled sense of tranquility and deathly stillness.

The outside world is turbulent, entangled in cause and effect, filled with love, hate, and grudges. But as long as it touches the void shrouded by the power of these three words, it is like a giant wave thrown into a bottomless abyss, unable to stir up the slightest echo.

"you?"

"I?"

Wu Chan seemed to be trapped in a maze.

"Wu Chan, why don't you quickly convert to Buddhism?"

"Wu Chan, why don't you quickly convert to Buddhism?"

Wu Chan finally discovered this terrifying scene, but she was slowly forgetting herself, forgetting who she was, what she was supposed to do, and whether she should resist.

At that moment, a shock that struck straight to the soul swiftly broke through the lock on his mind and spirit.

Wu Chan Xie Fo began to tremble, his face contorted involuntarily, and black threads continuously flowed from his facial features and orifices.

Instead, the golden light of the nameless pagoda surged in, as if the light was vying with the black threads for control of the cicada.

This is how Buddhism addresses the issue of Wu Chan.

The so-called killing is not about punches landing with flesh, fighting until the seas dry up and the rocks crumble, fighting until the oil runs out and the lamp goes out, fighting until the heavens and earth are shattered.

That was a battle below the third rank. At the fourth rank True King level, the laws possessed primordial spirits, divine powers formed trees, and laws condensed.

This is no longer a battle that ordinary people can understand.

Just like this at this moment.

...(End of chapter)