Lingyuan Immortal

Chapter 472: The Wasteland of Ten Thousand Souls Devouring Ghosts

Deep in Lingshan, in front of the Buddhist temple.

Lei Qi and Hui Yang stood side by side, their eyes meeting. They clasped their hands together, bowed, and said loudly, "Lei Qi, Hui Yang, I wish to see you, my uncles..."

The Buddhist temple was empty, and the two people's voices echoed for a long time, but there was no response.

Lei Qi frowned slightly, raised his eyes and looked away, but could only see the dazzling Buddha light inside, nothing else.

"Elder Lei, Uncle Huiyang, and my great-uncle have been in seclusion since the day before yesterday. They also ordered me to guard the front of the temple and told me not to report anything unless it's something serious..."

A monk on duty beside the Buddhist temple explained softly.

"Retreat at this time?" Huiyang lowered his eyes and thought for a moment. Suddenly, his eyes lit up and he looked at Lei Qi and said, "Could it be that the True Buddha has appeared and the Dao lineage has emerged?"

Lei Qi's expression remained unchanged. He nodded slowly upon hearing this and said, "It's almost certain. Only the dispute over the Buddha's true nature would force the abbot and his men to remain in seclusion for a long time, so that they could comprehend the true Buddha's whispers..."

"So, when the uncles and uncles come out of seclusion, that will be the day when the true Buddha will appear!"

Huiyang was delighted, and even the resentment he had just felt faded a lot.

Lei Qi waved his hand to dismiss the monks nearby, then said meaningfully, "At this critical moment, you should know what is most important. Don't let your momentary anger affect the important matters of the temple."

Upon hearing this, Huiyang's expression froze. He snorted and said, "Of course I know. The dispute over the Buddha's origin affects the prosperity of the temple for a thousand years. Even if I am indignant, I will still take into account the temple's plans...

As for Lingyuan, that Northern Plains cultivator, we'll deal with him later... humph!"

Seeing his reaction, Lei Qi just frowned slightly, turned around and flew away.

Only Huiyang was left there, his eyes flickering, and it was unknown what he was pondering.

"In the battle for the Buddha's origin, if I can defeat the disciples of his temple and make contributions to my master, perhaps I can also learn a little bit about the inheritance of the True Buddha's Taoism..."

……

The clouds rolled and dispersed, the wind was cold, and ten days passed in the blink of an eye.

Chen Mu dissipated the magical power in his hand and slowly opened his eyes.

The situation he expected did not happen. In the past ten days, not only did he not receive the summons from Master Kongjie, he didn't even meet Huizhen.

The days were uneventful, as if someone else had defeated Huiyang in the valley.

"This shouldn't be the case..." Chen Mu muttered, frowning.

"Even if Master Kongjie didn't intend to question me, Huiyang doesn't seem like someone who would easily compromise. How come he has disappeared too?"

The more he thought about it, the more he felt something was wrong. In addition, over the past ten days, people from his sect had been leaving in a hurry, and the Hundred Temples Dharma Discussion had been hastily concluded. He became more and more certain that something might have changed here.

"It was enough to keep the Nascent Soul cultivators busy, and all the disciples from the hundreds of temples hurried back..."

Chen Mu's eyes flashed: "The dispute over the Buddha's origin?"

He nodded slowly with certainty in his heart. If the battle for the Buddha's origin was really approaching, then this result would make sense.

It's just that the dispute over the Buddha's origin is a matter of the Western Desert Buddhist sect, and he doesn't care about it. The only thing he cares about is the murderous intent eroding deep in his sea of ​​consciousness.

If this matter cannot be resolved one day, it will be like a thorn in my throat, and I will have no peace.

"Kong Jie once said that if I could practice the Heart Mantra of the Ancient Buddha Dipankara, the murderous intent would naturally dissipate..."

Chen Mu stood up and walked out of the temple. Since he couldn't get the "Heart Mantra of the Ancient Buddha Dipankara" from the Great Leiyin Temple, he might as well take a risk and go find Chikong and give it a try.

He hadn't forgotten that ten days ago, the Burning Lamp appeared between Chikong's eyebrows...

Besides, if you stay here for a long time, nothing will be accomplished, and you will also have to worry about the consequences of being planted in your mind by Buddha's thoughts. It is better to go and find Chikong as soon as possible, and make plans later whether you succeed or not.

While thinking, Chen Mu quietly disappeared. When leaving the mountain, he looked back at Lingshan again.

This trip was inspired by Patriarch Tianxing, and he found a solution as he expected. However, he did not expect that Master Kongjie, to whom he owed a favor, was quite unkind.

With the battle for the Buddha's origin approaching, it is understandable that he is unwilling to expend his energy on casting spells for Chen Mu, but hinting openly and covertly that Chen Mu should become a monk, isn't this poaching his former benefactor?
He even had to make up an excuse that he had a connection with Buddha. Whether or not he had a connection, didn't Chen Mu himself know...

"If Patriarch Tianxing were to learn of this, he would definitely call it blind..."

Chen Mu shook his head and smiled, then he didn't linger any longer. He turned around and turned into a faint water light, and disappeared in the blink of an eye...

……

The escaping light was as fast as water, making no sound at all. It crossed tens of millions of miles and finally approached the Wasteland of Ten Thousand Souls as mentioned by Chi Kong.

During the journey, Chen Mu noticed that all the monks coming and going were cautious as if a storm was about to come, and no one would easily escape. It was obvious that the day when the true Buddha would be born was indeed at hand.

At this critical moment in the entire Western Desert, he, a cultivator from the Northern Plains, felt a bit awkward being out of the loop.

But for the sake of his own path, he had no choice but to bite the bullet and rush to the Wasteland of Ten Thousand Souls.

After an unknown amount of time, the Wasteland of Ten Thousand Souls finally appeared before his eyes.

The sight is full of desolation. The pitch-black desert is dotted with scattered bushes and grass. In addition to the monsters that can be seen everywhere, there are also a few ghosts floating around from time to time, which looks creepy.

Chen Mu's heart moved, and he noticed some unusual movement in the soul flag in the storage bag.

He flicked his hand back, and the Yakshas, ​​demons, and other ghosts immediately appeared. They immediately pounced on the wandering ghosts, devouring them with their sharp teeth...

The sudden scene made him stunned, but he reacted in an instant and stopped their actions with a move of his soul.

Fortunately, the ghosts such as Yaksha did not lose control. They stopped their actions immediately and looked at Chen Mu with extremely eager eyes.

He frowned, sensing some information from the soul imprint, and said slowly, "Are you saying that the spirits here are quite beneficial to you?"

The Yaksha and other ghosts nodded quickly. Judging from their expressions, if Chen Mu hadn't spoken, they would have already searched the sky for the ownerless ghost...

"Actively devour ghosts?" Chen Mu's eyes flashed and he fell into deep thought.

Devouring each other is indeed a way for ghosts to advance, but in these years, he has never seen Yaksha and others actively seek to devour ghosts.

What's more, there are many low-level ghosts in the soul flag. Even if they want to devour them, why would they go so far away?
Could it be that there is something special about the ghosts here?

He had an idea and turned his mind to focus on a homeless ghost in the distance.

"The peak of Qi Condensation... there's nothing special about it?"

He shook his head and did not agree to the request of Yaksha and other ghosts as the situation was unclear. He waved his hand and put them into the soul flag.

Although the help provided by Yaksha and other ghosts to him has been greatly reduced since he formed the golden elixir, they are not something that can be discarded at will.

It would be fine if he could devour the ghosts here without any harm, but if he ended up killing the Yaksha and the demon who were hoping to obtain the golden elixir, then the loss would outweigh the gain...

(End of this chapter)