Lingyuan Immortal

Chapter 467 Pinggu Debate
Spring goes and autumn comes, and in the blink of an eye it is already March.

In the dim abode, Chen Mu slowly opened his eyes. Suddenly, the sound of rushing water could be heard, a cold light suddenly appeared, and a flash of compelling brilliance passed by.

After a moment, he slowly exhaled a wisp of essence and put away the Dragon Ancestor Scale that he was holding tightly in his hand.

Over the past three months, apart from the fact that he had difficulty in expelling the murderous intent, his skills and supernatural powers had improved a lot.

Especially after using the dragon ancestor scales given by Ao Yi, his water magic skills can be compared to three days' practice in one day!

This is just using it as a spiritual object. If it is truly refined into a golden elixir, then his talent in water magic will be even more terrifying.

But he was not too anxious. The progress was already going quite smoothly. If he sped up further, it might cause the foundation to become unstable.

What's more, the Dragon Ancestor's scales are precious, and if we keep them, they might be useful in the future...

Chen Mu was certain in his heart, but while thinking about it he remembered the matter of the killing talisman, shook his head and sighed.

Huizhen would cast a spell for him once a month, but the progress was very little, almost non-existent.

If he hadn't been grateful for the difficulty of coming here, he would have left long ago to find another way...

After sighing for a long time, Chen Mu's expression straightened up. He stood up, strode out the door, and walked out.

Outside the temple is a cliff and a valley. Under the shade of green trees, a gravel staircase winds its way into the valley.

There is not much vegetation in the flat valley, only a few scattered green pines and cypresses, below which are fragrant flowers and dancing butterflies, and a clear stream gurgles, falling along the cliff into the valley bottom. The artistic conception is quite elegant.

He walked slowly along the stone steps without stopping. There were many monks coming and going, but none of them were familiar to him. They just nodded slightly and passed by.

This was his first time leaving his retreat in three months, all because Huizhen had been inviting him out, saying that today was the climax of the Western Desert Dharma Forum, with hundreds of temples gathering and eminent monks and Zen masters appearing one after another, and it was not to be missed...

Seeing how spectacular it was, Chen Mu no longer refused and just wanted to watch the fun and broaden his horizons.

While he was thinking, he came to Pinggu. Pinggu was very large, but at this time, several groups of monks had gathered there. Most of them were Buddhist disciples in the foundation-building stage. They were looking at the enlightened monk who was preaching with red faces.

There were also quite a few cultivators in the Golden Core Realm, but they all had their own cushions to sit on, so at a glance, they were more conspicuous than the Foundation Establishment disciples whose numbers far exceeded theirs.

Chen Mu did not go to the front, but stood at the end with his hands behind his back, watching the excitement in front with interest.

"Bodhi has no flowers, and the lotus pedestal has no buds... You have arbitrarily altered the meaning of the sutra, deceiving your true heart. Aren't you just looking at flowers and tying yourself up in a cocoon?"

"Zen is profound, wisdom is boundless. I wait patiently for the flowers to bloom and the illusions to dissipate. Why should you cling to the scriptures?"

"Ridiculous, ridiculous..."

On top of the boulder, two monks wearing different robes were arguing fiercely.

One of them was wearing a platinum cassock and holding a Tianlong Zen staff. He was none other than Master Jingyun, whom Chen Mu had met three months ago. His face was flushed red, his eyebrows were almost raised, and it looked as if he wanted to kill the person in front of him on the spot.

His opponent was a young monk in a white robe. He seemed unknown and was a monk in a small temple. However, when facing the indignation of Jingyun and the onlookers, he remained calm and always adhered to his own ideas.

Chen Mu smiled in his heart. This kind of scene was rare. Both of them were great monks who had achieved the Golden Elixir stage, but now they were arguing with each other like ordinary monks. This would have been unimaginable in Beiyuan.

"Which Buddhist sect does he belong to?"

Hearing this, the young monk who was watching the excitement suddenly felt unhappy. He turned around in displeasure, but found that the person asking the question was of an unfathomable realm. His attitude suddenly changed, and he quickly replied:

"I don't know much about him. I only heard that he is the abbot of Mingyue Temple. I don't know where he got the confidence to debate with Senior Jingyun..."

Chen Mu nodded slowly, then said no more and fell into deep thought.

At this moment, Jingyun, perched on the boulder, could no longer suppress his rage. His previously proud cultivation of Qi was shattered by this fellow who distorted Buddhist texts. "You are so stubborn, yet I will enlighten you!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the Tianlong Zen Staff in his hand flew up and when it broke into the sky, it suddenly turned into a platinum Tianlong shadow and rushed towards the person opposite ferociously!

"Eight Heavenly Dragons!"

"No, to be more specific, it should be the second of the Eight Heavenly Dragons, the Dragon Guardian..."

Suddenly, a change occurred, and the interest of the onlookers became high. Except for the ascetic monk who was frowning and pondering Buddhism, everyone else was happy to see this scene.

How can a dry debate on Buddhism be as interesting as the methods of subduing demons?
"Senior Jingyun, please teach the True Meaning Evil Monk of Mingyue Temple a lesson. He is truly heretic and shouldn't have done that..."

What's more, there are already transformed demon cultivators who are afraid that the scene will not be lively enough, and they are trying their best to exaggerate the atmosphere.

"Roar!"

The shadow of the dragon rode on the clouds and mist, and in the blink of an eye it was close to the true meaning. Its ferocious mouth was like the abyss of the devil, ready to swallow him up at the first sight.

"Hmph, a guy who relies on his age to bully others!" Zhenyi was not willing to tolerate Jingyun, and threw away the Buddhist beads in his hand the moment he saw this.

The Buddhist teachings of Tianlongyuan are profound and far beyond the reach of Mingyueguan, so if he wants to break the impasse, he needs the help of Buddhist treasures.

The Buddhist beads rotated gracefully, with the sky as the curtain, stirring up ripples and raising a broken moon.

The shadow of the Heavenly Dragon charged forward, and just as it was about to succeed, Broken Moon held it in place with an inexplicable force. Its eyes, as large as lanterns, moved back and forth with a certain intelligence, as if puzzled as to why it could not move...

Seeing this, Chen Mu was thoughtful and found that the magical powers of the Western Desert Buddhist Sect were indeed worthy of praise, and in some aspects they were even more advanced than the Northern Plains magic.

There was a roar on the stone and the group of cultivators were making noise. For a moment, neither of them could do anything to the other and the situation was deadlocked.

Chen Mu shook his head, feeling that he had lost interest. When he turned around to leave, he suddenly noticed a figure walking towards him.

He was certain in his heart and turned around to look, only to see a fat, bare-chested monk with a smile on his face. He was full of demonic aura, obviously a demon cultivator in disguise, and dressed as a monk, which seemed a bit out of place.

"This fellow Daoist looks so unfamiliar. May I ask where he is from?"

While he was thinking, the bare-chested monk had already walked up to him. After making eleven random bows, he asked with a smile.

Chen Mu remained calm and said softly, "My Taoist name is Lingyuan."

"My name is Chikong, nice to meet you, Taoist Lingyuan..."

The monk's smile widened, his eyes almost narrowed into slits.

Chen Mu looked straight at him and asked, "Fellow Daoist Chikong, do you have something to ask me?"

"No, no!" The monk waved his hand quickly and continued with a smile, "I just wanted to make friends with you. When I left, my master specifically told me to make more friends, especially outstanding cultivators from other continents like you..."

Chen Mu frowned when he heard this, unable to guess the monk's intentions.

"The late stage of the Golden Core..."

He made a brief investigation, chuckled quietly in his heart, and asked, "Daoist Fellow Chikong has a profound realm. I wonder which Buddhist temple he is practicing in?"

The monk replied very quickly, and said quite complacently: "I am the abbot of the Prajna Hall of Baoguang Temple."

"Baoguang Temple?" Chen Mu recalled the list of the 100 naturalized temples in the Western Desert that Huizhen had introduced to him, but Baoguang Temple wasn't one of them...

(End of this chapter)