We agreed to go to Taishan Sect and you will pull the coffin for me.

Chapter 159 Lingshan Magic
Lu Heng's feelings were even more profound. He saw ray after ray of Buddha's light rising up and gathering over the sky of the Western Desert, like a vast golden ocean, surging and sweeping across the sky, shaking time and space.

Seeing this, his face was shocked. The power of faith was endless and had been accumulated over hundreds of thousands of years. He could faintly sense the thoughts of billions of creatures in the Western Desert. Compared with the infinite faith accumulated by the church on Earth, it seemed like a drop in the ocean.

This is because the belief in Buddha in the Western Desert not only has a longer history, but also has believers and monks who are not bound by the level of their cultivation. Even great saints, holy kings, and sages pray day and night.

If you take a normal cultivator, who values ​​life and only seeks immortality for himself, who would have nothing better to do than eat vegetarian food and chant Buddhist scriptures?

"The barren environment of the Western Desert is also partly to blame, creating a trend of mortals praying to Buddha and gods. Other large regions are full of vitality and have no shortage of food. How can hundreds of millions of mortals be so sincere?"

"The Great Emperor Amitabha is indeed far-sighted. He saw hope in the barrenness and chose this area to preach."

Lu Heng sighed at this. No wonder Amitabha Buddha was so confident in his divine fetus. He wanted to lead the teachings to ascend to heaven. The birth of the divine fetus was only a small part of the infinite faith. If there was a supreme method to fully utilize this power, it would probably lead to the level of a true immortal.

For example, the belief in the Immortal Emperor and Ye Fan’s belief in the Ancient Heaven, the power of faith they collected may not be as great as that of Amitabha Buddha.

Neither of them believed in the afterlife and never forced their subordinates to worship them. Most of the mortal cultivators were more in awe of them, and only a very small number of them who had received favors worshipped them. They only accidentally collected the power of faith to forge into a divine fetus and that was it.

In the original timeline, Ye Fan came to Western Desert several times to look for An Miaoyi, and he always had an inexplicable premonition that the entire Western Desert had a sense of illusion and vagueness, as if it was about to transcend this world at any time.

"Speaking of which, Buddhism also has a [Bodhisattva Realm] that is forged with endless faith. Anyone who wants to attain the path of a Bodhisattva must go there. There are many Buddhist traditions left there. The original An Miaoyi had traveled there."

As he pondered, he increasingly realized that the Bodhisattva world of Buddhism and the virtual god world of the ancient chaos were similar in that one had to travel through the spirit to enter this mysterious world, regardless of where in the Western Desert.

The disadvantage is that it is quite dangerous. If you get lost in the Bodhisattva Realm, your soul will be scattered. Secondly, the range is much smaller than the Void God Realm.

This is natural, the former was only created by the saints and sages of Buddhism, while the latter was jointly developed by the ancient immortal kings in order to train their descendants, and they cannot be compared at all.

"The fairy-tale version of the Internet?"

Lu Heng had a strange look on his face, his mind was full of ideas, but he did not covet this convenience, he already had a mirage, in terms of sophistication and perfection it was not inferior to the Void God Realm, but its power was far inferior, and it was usually useless to him, so he rarely used it.

What he was thinking about was the power of the Bodhisattva Realm. If he could communicate with this realm, in time of battle, one side of the realm would press down and trap the soul, with unparalleled destructive power. He probably could use this to create a forbidden imperial technique, like the Golden Emperor's Golden Divine Treasure version.

"There is such a huge power of faith. How can we take a bite of it?"

Lu Heng thought, there is no good solution, just take it one step at a time.

However, as the group got closer and closer to Mount Sumeru, some mysterious sensation suddenly arose in his body, and his mind was shaken and he immersed himself in the changes.

Buzz!
Then he saw something unusual. In the depths of the immortal body and the sea of ​​consciousness of the primordial spirit, strands of gilded liquid flowed, and some broken immortal runes flickered, full of Buddha's light, sacred mercy, and Sanskrit sounds.
The number of Sanskrit characters in this part is extremely small, only dozens. Even the five-colored runes derived from his internal organs cover it, but it is hidden so well that you may not be able to find it if you don't look carefully.

"Arhat holy fruit, Bodhisattva divine fruit..."

Lu Heng's eyes were deep and his mind was shocked. He thought of the sacred tree on Lingshan Mountain. The Buddhist aura was exactly the same. He couldn't help but grit his teeth: "Buddhist things are not easy to take." These golden Sanskrit characters could not even reflect the Hongmeng Immortal Scripture and Dayan Dao Jue, and they had been reborn several times, but they could not be worn away.

In the past, Lu Heng was captured by an old demon from the demon clan. Even though he clearly possessed fragments of the Buddhist path, he was still judged to be a mortal body. There was no abnormality in his blood and divine power, which was hidden deep enough.

He suspected that the life essence and Dao pattern essence contained in the Arhat Holy Fruit were secondary, and the Sanskrit imprint was the most fundamental, which was absorbed into his body as he swallowed it.

Because their state is very special and mysterious, at first glance they seem to be rooted in the body, yet transcend it, as if separated by two pieces of time and space, without interfering with each other, and quantum entanglement.

If he had not stepped into the Western Desert this time and been inspired by his boundless Buddhist faith, which resulted in many strange phenomena, he would probably not have been able to notice it.

As for why he had been exposed to the Western Church's beliefs on Earth before but was not stimulated to manifest, it is unknown.

What Lu Heng didn't know was that the number of golden Sanskrit characters was weak, and the power of faith had not reached the level to condense the divine fetus and could not be stimulated to manifest, and the source of faith had to be consistent.

Although the Buddhist scriptures of Zhatian are different, their essences are similar. They all emphasize faith, afterlife, and reincarnation, which is why they can be barely used.

Fortunately, the golden Sanskrit in his body was influenced by the power of faith, and it seemed to be ready to penetrate the membrane of time and space and absorb the infinite Buddhist faith of the Western Desert, thus revealing his whereabouts.

From then on, he could use the Buddhist faith to grasp these great Sanskrit words. At least the Hongmeng Immortal Scripture and Dayan Yingzhao Jue could present these Sanskrit words. The divine mark of Purple Gold Pagoda and Nine-color Fairy Linglong in his body also absorbed their true meaning at the same time and evolved their natal immortal scripture.

Although Da Dao Sanskrit has mysterious means and is good at hiding, he is not invincible if he is exposed. The origins of Hong Meng Immortal Scripture and Dayan Dao Palace are also first-class and sophisticated.

Moreover, when Lu Heng consumed the holy fruit produced by the sacred tree at Lingshan, he only stopped at the Bodhisattva fruit and did not swallow it in large quantities, so the Sanskrit text he obtained was incomplete.

"The essence of Buddhist and Sanskrit is extraordinary. If I can completely refine it, I should be able to transform the Bodhisattva Seal and Arhat Fist into my own innate magical power and awaken some kind of top-level physique."

Lu Heng was not panicked. He regarded it as a test and an opportunity. He pondered his own path of killing. He had to swallow up all the fortune in the world, sever all connections, and turn it into his own. Now he was not far from reaching the late stage of the second level of the Holy Lord.

This Sanskrit version of the Great Dao came at the right time, acting as a whetstone to carve out a brilliant path.

So halfway through the journey, Lu Heng said to Gai Jiuyou and the others, "I have some enlightenment, and I need to practice for a few days."

There is nothing wrong with the Nine Netherworld, and the opportunity to gain enlightenment is rare.

Soon, Lu Heng found a temple, which could be found everywhere in the Western Desert. The abbot was very friendly and invited everyone in.

Boom! Lu Heng was practicing in seclusion, secretly activating the Arhat Fist that had not been used for a long time. The fist emitted an immortal golden light, and his blood and energy were overwhelming, but his power was hidden. In a trance, the sound of Zen was vast, coming from the Pure Land of Bliss, with a far-reaching artistic conception.

He pushed slowly sideways, as if Mount Sumeru was flying towards him. The world could not withstand this terrifying force and began to shake violently.

(End of this chapter)