Lingyuan Immortal

Chapter 463: Journey to Western Desert and Buddhist China

The sky is vast and the scenery is picturesque. Beneath the mist and auspicious clouds lies a vast desert that seems endless.

Although the Western Desert is adjacent to the Northern Plains, its distance to the Fushan River is not close.

Several months passed while Chen Mu was flying like a cloud.

It was also because he was dividing his attention to cultivate the magical power of Qingtian Jueyun that it took so long.

It was not until today that they managed to cross the area separating the two continents and enter the Western Desert.

As soon as he entered this place, Chen Mu immediately discovered the difference between the Western Desert and the Northern Plains.

Although Taoism flourished in Beiyuan, it was limited to the sect.

However, the Western Desert was filled with Zen sounds and Buddhist teachings. He had only been there for half a day when he passed by no less than ten ancient temples, and the sound of chanting Buddha's name was endless.

What is even more amazing is that even the monsters in the Qi Condensation Realm have lost much of their hostility here. Not only do they not attack human cultivators, they also wander around the ancient temple, hoping to go in and listen to the scriptures and practice Buddhism.

Seeing all these things, Chen Mu frowned and felt extremely confused.

"Could it be that the power of Buddhist teachings is really so mysterious?"

He pondered secretly, feeling a bit curious. He sent his spiritual sense to a passing mundane town below, then slowed down his speed and quietly descended from the clouds.

The town is not big, only ten miles in radius, but even in such a dilapidated and secular city, there is still a temple covering a large area in the center. Many people come and go, which shows that it is very popular.

Chen Mu walked outside the temple. Perhaps he suddenly sensed the presence of a stranger. A colorful tiger demon that had been lying quietly outside suddenly stood up and roared at Chen Mu ferociously.

"Ah... Zen Master, help me..."

Chen Mu was not panicked, but the common people who came and went to burn incense were frightened to death and hurriedly called out to the Zen master who was presiding over the ceremony.

Although the tiger demon was at a low level, it was still an intermediate-grade demon beast. It was no wonder that they panicked when it suddenly displayed its ferocity.

Chen Mu frowned, realizing that his aura was not revealed, and he was just like an ordinary mortal. How could he cause a monster that was only in the early stage of Qi Condensation to roar?

He sent out a ray of spiritual awareness and immediately discovered a faint spiritual light flickering between the tiger demon's eyebrows. Tracing its source, he saw the Zen master slightly pinching his fingers...

"Interesting..." Chen Mu sneered, but said nothing, waiting for the Zen master's reaction.

"Help, Zen Master, help me..."

The people had not yet calmed down, and they looked at the tiger demon that was roaring and almost pouncing on them, shouting for help.

The Zen master, dressed in a golden and red cassock, quietly withdrew his power upon seeing this, clasped his hands together and smiled faintly, saying, "Don't panic, benefactor..."

Before he finished speaking, he turned to the tiger demon and shouted angrily, "Evil beast, don't you wake up!"

With a shout, it was like a tiger-subduing King Kong appeared. The tiger demon immediately howled non-stop, looked frightened, and lay down obediently again.

"Amitabha……"

The Zen master smiled his holy smile again, like a reincarnated living Buddha, saving all living beings.

"Thank you, Master, for your help. Amitabha..."

The people also cooperated very well, sighing and bowing repeatedly with their hands clasped together, while taking out silver and offering incense money.

Seeing this, the Zen master's smile widened, and he murmured, "If you want to gain the true benefits of the Dharma, you must seek it in reverence... My fellow donors, the Buddha knows that you are respectful."

As soon as these words were spoken, the people who had offered incense and money became even more delighted, and they kowtowed and chanted "Buddha, have mercy on you"... For a moment, the people in coarse linen shirts or even tattered clothes kowtowed continuously to the Zen master who was wearing a golden and red cassock and looked very noble. The breeze blew by, but it could not blow up their bent backs.

Chen Mu was watching the excitement from the side. Although he did not understand Buddhist principles, he knew that the scriptures said that one must seek with respect, and that did not mean respect for money.

The Zen Master's smile remained unchanged. He had long since noticed Chen Mu's arrival. Even the tiger demon's disturbance just now was because he appreciated Chen Mu's elegant attire and wanted to show off his Buddhist teachings in front of him...

He bowed from a distance and said with a smile, "Where does this donor come from, and where is he going?"

Chen Mu sneered in his heart, but replied, "Of course it comes from far away and goes to far away."

The Zen master's smile froze when he heard this. He narrowed his eyes and looked at him carefully, but still could not figure out Chen Mu's true identity.

He shook his head secretly, smiled again and said, "What you said is quite insightful. It shows that you have a connection with Buddha!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Chen Mu had not yet responded, and the people who were kneeling below raised their heads and looked at Chen Mu with envy in their eyes. They must have hoped that they would have a connection with Buddha.

"Oh?" Chen Mu remained calm, intending to observe the teaching methods of the Western Desert Buddhist Dao, and then asked, "Then why is it the right fate?"

The Zen master smiled but said nothing. He just put his hands together and bowed towards the main gate of the temple. At the entrance of the main gate, there was a piece of incense and merit paper.

The meaning is self-evident...

Chen Mu felt bored. He thought the monk in front of him would use some other methods, but in the end he treated the same way as ordinary people. It can be seen that he can only "educate" ordinary people.

He shook his head, losing interest. After taking a deep look at the people who were still bowing, his mind moved quietly, erasing his own existence from their memories. The Zen master did the same thing, and it was not uncommon for him to do so.

Seeing that everyone in front of him had confused expressions, he turned around and hid away, disappearing in the blink of an eye.

After a while, the Zen master put his hands together, smiled and said nothing, while the people seemed not to notice and went about their business, burning incense and kowtowing non-stop.

But not long after Chen Mu escaped, the Zen master's body suddenly trembled, and there was a sound echoing in his mind.

"Foolish boy, please send a message to Lingshan. The battle for the Buddha's origin is approaching. Now that the monks from Beiyuan have come here, please send someone to educate him and increase the foundation of Lingshan..."

The Zen master was stunned for a long time. Although he didn't know why the abbot assigned him this task because his memory was erased by Chen Mu, he did not hesitate at all. He immediately took out the Lingshan token and passed the message to the ancient Lingshan Temple thousands of miles away.

After the matter was accomplished, he did not ask the reason, but just bowed in the direction of the temple's meditation room.

"squeak……"

Deep in the temple, the wooden door of the meditation room slowly opened. An old monk in a gray robe clasped his hands together and looked in the direction where Chen Mu was leaving for a long time without saying a word.

If Chen Mu knew the situation here at this time, he would be horrified.

It was only because, with his soul comparable to that of a perfect golden elixir, he had been completely unaware of the gray-robed monk just now...

……

In the blink of an eye, another two months passed. In the westernmost part of the Western Desert Continent, a sacred mountain rose from the ground in a place that was well-known to the people of the Western Desert but whose exact location was unknown.

It is said that if one sits here for a long time, even stubborn stones will nod and become wise. If a practitioner encounters obstacles, he will naturally become clear-minded and realize the truth after practicing here for a period of time.

Because this place is full of spirituality and is the origin of Mahayana Buddhism, people in the Western Desert also call it Lingshan.

Chen Mu didn't know whether the rumor was true or not, but when he personally went there, he found that the killing talisman deep in his sea of ​​consciousness had indeed quieted down a bit...

(End of this chapter)