From a Zhengyi Taoist Child to a Master of All Laws

Chapter 329: The Devil and Buddha in the World
On the peak of Jianxing, between the cliffs,

As far as the eye can see is the frost and snow that has not changed for thousands of years. The howling wind on the grassland passes through the hollow cliffs, making bursts of ghosts crying and wolves howling.
Apart from that, the mountain was very quiet. Apart from the sound of frost and snow falling from the sky, there was no other noise in the mountain peaks.
There should be some sound, but since a strange guy came to the mountain four days ago, all the snow leopards and Tibetan foxes in the mountain have become silent, and even the hunting and fighting have become less frequent.

In many cases, animals' instinct to seek good fortune and avoid danger is much stronger than that of humans. They cannot explain the changes in the mountains, but they can feel that there is an extremely mysterious aura rising in the mountains.

This aura made them tremble, a fear that came from the instinct of their souls.
In the snow on the mountain, there is a figure who has been sitting cross-legged in the same position without moving for four days.
His whole body was buried in the snow, and only his chest was still warm.
I can't explain what it feels like.
His perspective keeps changing.

Sometimes it was a chaos, and everything was pitch black.
Sometimes it seems as if you are sitting in the clouds, overlooking the countless creatures on the ground from another perspective.

He even felt that sometimes he had turned into a six-sided snowflake, falling from the sky along with countless snowflakes.

He is the world, all things, and himself.

During this process, Li Yang gradually forgot many things, forgot himself, and forgot that there was a True Lord of Miaofa in the world.

Until the end, the perspective finally began to freeze

He was suspended in mid-air, looking around blankly.
He saw herdsmen driving cattle and sheep, and wolves hunting prey.
He also saw a monk in white robes floating down from a snowy mountain in the distance, circling the mountain peaks for a few times, and then returning in dismay.

He saw two Taoist-looking guys searching everywhere in the mountains, looking anxious.
Who are they looking for?
Who is the Miaofa Zhenjun they are calling?
Suspended in mid-air, this powerful creature suddenly felt a sharp pain in his head.
"Li Yang..."

He finally heard the name.

"Who is Li Yang?"

He felt that he was naturally familiar with this name.
"Li Yang... it's me..." Many memories began to come flooding back like fragments of good fortune.
"I am breaking through the Yang God."

"I am... the True Lord of the Human World!"

Above the sky, a huge golden shadow began to condense as he whispered.
In the snowy peaks, the young man who was buried deep in the snow moved his fingers.
The system panel that had been stagnant for several days suddenly lit up with a thousand-foot golden light.

A wild yak with muscles as strong as iron was wandering in the mountains. It seemed to have sensed something, and with a long "moo", it ran towards the direction of the golden light with waves of white waves...
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Mount Kailash, Qizhen Monastery.

The most crucial part of the seven-day blessing, the Snow Mountain Baptism, officially began. Forty-two children lined up and entered the cave one by one for baptism.

Gao Miao and a dozen lamas set up the ceremony in the cave.
The first thing is to pour all the snow water collected by these children into wooden barrels so that they can use it as needed.
The next step is to arrange the stones with runes in an orderly manner in the cave. In addition to the stones, the entire cave wall is also covered with scriptures and mantras.
These scriptures are very ancient, and the characters are very strange, which are very different from the Chinese Sanskrit. Even Gao Miao could not recognize most of them.
The only thing he could recognize was the six-syllable mantra - Om Mani Padme Hum.

According to the monks who accompanied them, many of the scriptures engraved on the cave walls have been lost, and even they are not clear about them. Only Mijue Dorje knows how to arrange and engrave them.

This cave has been used as a venue for snow mountain baptism ceremonies for hundreds of years.

Today Gao Miao did not meet the handsome white-robed lama again. According to Mijue Dorje, he was reading Sanskrit scriptures in the house.
Gao Miao then realized that after several days, he didn't even know the name of this white-robed lama, and no one around him had ever mentioned it to him.

When he asked Mijue Dorje about the white-robed lama's Dharma name, the white-haired Mijue Dorje smiled strangely.
"I won't explain this for now, but you won't need to ask me in a few days."

No? Can I know it myself?

Gao Miao had to suppress some of the doubts in his mind for the time being.
Xiao Zhuoma was in the middle of the team and was unusually uneasy at the moment, so Gao Miao had to comfort her first.
Giving a strange look to Xiao Zhuoma and Gao Miao, Mijue Dorje put his hands together and walked straight into the room.
His hunched body straightened up.

After unlocking the door, the white-robed lama who was supposed to be reading a Buddhist scripture was wrapped in chains all over his body. He sat cross-legged in the middle of the room quietly, with his brows lowered.

"You don't have to be so wary of me."

Hearing the sound of the door opening, the white-robed lama smiled calmly without looking up. Mijue Dorje snorted coldly: "Who told you to be too active these days, and it seems that you have too much contact with that kid."

"After hundreds of years of planning, success or failure depends on today. I can never be too cautious."

The white-robed Lama raised his head, his features somewhat vicissitudes: "I never thought that so much time has passed."

"How many times has this happened?"

Mijue Dorje said indifferently: "The ninth time."

"Is this the last time?" The white-robed lama smiled miserably.

"This is the last time!" Mijue Dorje's face was full of excitement and joy: "Don't worry, I will keep my promise. No matter what, there will be a true master coming down the mountain this time."

After saying this, Mijue Dorje turned and left, closing the door heavily.

He was here to do a final check. The more critical the moment, the more important the details.
Seeing that the only guy who could change the situation had accepted the result and that his hundreds of years-long wish would finally come true, Mijue Dorje felt his whole body trembling.

As the door closed heavily, the white-robed lama closed his eyes again.

"I come from you, but I am not you.

“I hope my choice is the right one.”

After he finished speaking, the white-robed lama clasped his hands together and chanted Sanskrit, as if he couldn’t bear to watch or think about it any longer.
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At this time, at the foot of the mountain, Zheng Zhaoyuan, Chen Xiyan and a group of armed soldiers were walking up the snowy mountain road.

The snow was up to the knees, and it took a lot of effort to get out.
In just a few days, Losandani seemed to have aged several decades. He walked in front with his hands clasped together, leading the way.

Zheng Zhaoyuan and Chen Xiyan checked their own magic tools and talismans, feeling very uncertain.

"Has the retreating Li Zhenjun still not been found?"

Xie Yu was wearing a leather jacket and holding a gun in the middle of the team.

Zheng Zhaoyuan and Chen Xiyan shook their heads.
"And Daoist Master Qi is far away in Sakura Country right now, and he can't come here for the time being."

"Time is urgent and we can't wait any longer. With the help of us and Master Losandani, we should be able to handle it!"

After listening to their analysis, Xie Yu frowned and said, "How sure are you?"

"Fifty percent."

"so little?"

Zheng Zhaoyuan and Chen Xiyan looked at each other and smiled bitterly: "It's not low anymore."

"After all, we are facing an old monster that is suspected to have survived for thousands of years..."

(End of this chapter)