Shi Tianwu shared with you the magnetic field rotation

Chapter 358 Mortal Body
After walking five or six miles up the mountain path of Lingshan, a river blocked Chenxiang and his companions' path.

The river was eight or nine miles wide, with surging waves. There was only one log bridge ahead, with the words "Lingyun Ferry" written on the side of the bridge.

"I'll go first."

The monk stood on the log bridge and shook it; the log bridge was just a single piece of wood.

Even with the monk moving quickly and in small steps, crossing the eight- or nine-mile-long single-plank bridge was a challenge.

When the monk reached the middle of the river, he suddenly slipped and almost fell into the river.

With his hands hanging from a log, the monk looked into the water and suddenly realized he had fallen in.

The monk struggled in the river, being swept downstream by the surging current.

In a daze, the monk saw that he seemed to still be standing on the log bridge, and that falling into the water was just his illusion.

……

The monks successfully crossed Lingyun Ferry. Chenxiang and Pingping saw a bald man struggling in the river as he was swept away by the current.

"Come over here too." Monk Dayuan waved to Chenxiang and Pingping from the opposite bank of the river.

"You go first! Don't wait for us!!" Chenxiang shouted to the monk.

“Alright, I’ll go up first!” the monk replied.

The river water crashed against the banks, making a huge noise, and people on both sides of the river had to shout loudly to communicate.

“Chenxiang, I just saw a monk being swept away by the water,” Pingping said to Chenxiang.

"I saw it too."

"It must be a monk from the Great Thunderclap Temple upstream. He must have accidentally fallen into the water," Chenxiang said.

"Let's cross the river first and then talk about it."

Pingping nodded and stepped onto the log bridge, with Chenxiang following closely behind.

The monk walked alone up Mount Ling and disappeared on the mountain path in the blink of an eye.

Pingping carefully moved to the center of the bridge, but felt dizzy and her feet suddenly slipped, and she was grabbed by Chenxiang.

"This river water can make people dizzy..." Pingping didn't dare to turn her head, she only dared to look at the opposite bank of the river.

"Don't be afraid, I'm here to protect you," Chenxiang comforted Pingping.

After dawdling for a long time, Pingping and Chenxiang finally reached the other side of the river. At that moment, a wet monk appeared on the other side of the log bridge.

"Hey!! Chenxiang!!"

"Um?!"

Chenxiang looked at the monk across the bridge who was calling him and felt like he had seen a ghost.

The monk Dayuan was soaking wet. He took off his shoes by the bridge, intending to cross the log bridge barefoot.

"Didn't you already come over?" Chenxiang asked the monk, puzzled.

"What did you say?" The monk tilted his head, not understanding what Chenxiang meant.

"come here……"

The sound of the water was too loud, and the monk had just climbed ashore from the river. Chenxiang decided to let the monk cross the log bridge before explaining the strange scene to him.

The barefoot monk was much bolder on his second attempt at crossing the log bridge, and soon he reached the other side of the eight or nine-mile-long bridge.

"I'm here. What do you want to say to me?" The monk took off his robe and wrung out the water forcefully.

“I say, you just crossed this log bridge, so how did you fall into the water and have to cross it again?” Chenxiang said to the monk.

You're saying I crossed the bridge?

"But I clearly fell into the water in the middle of the bridge!"

"Could it be a demon impersonating me?" The monk scratched his head.

“Prove yourself first,” Chenxiang said.

"Look……"

The monk raised his hands, and his fingers began to generate electricity.

Monks use the demonstration of their magnetic field power to prove themselves.

"See, no demon can imitate my magnetic field cultivation, can't they?" the monk said.

Chenxiang threw a punch at the monk, who did not dodge the punch to his abdomen.

Chenxiang felt the magnetic field power emanating from the monk with his fist.

“Then, the one who crossed the bridge first was the imposter who was impersonating you…” Chenxiang said.

"A demon has dared to impersonate me; I'll teach him a lesson!" The monk rushed towards Mount Ling, intending to deal with the demon impersonating him before entering the gates of the Great Thunderclap Temple.

"Is that right?" the little fox asked, even more puzzled.

"This is at the foot of Mount Ling, how could there be demons committing evil?"

"This is probably a case of the eye being blind to what's right under your nose," Chenxiang said.

Chenxiang and Pingping weren't in a hurry and climbed the mountain at their own pace.

There are more than 50,000 steps from Lingshan Mountain to Daleiyin Temple. Chenxiang won't get tired, but the little fox will.

The monk jogged all the way and caught up with another version of himself halfway up Mount Ling.

"Stop right there! Monster, don't you dare leave!!"

The monk turned around and was puzzled to see another version of himself.

"Who are you? Why are you impersonating me?" the monk in front asked the monk behind.

"Ha! You're the imposter."

“I fell into the water when I was in the middle of the bridge, and that’s when you took the opportunity to impersonate me,” the monk behind shouted to the monk in front.

"No!! I saw someone floating in the water from the bridge, you're the imposter!!" the monk in front shouted.

"You're an imposter!"

"You're an imposter!!"

The two monks were entangled together; one was dry, and the other was soaking wet, making them easy to tell apart.

"Demon, if you don't show your true form soon, I'll make my move!"

The monk, his clothes soaked through, clenched his fist, and a magnetic field was brewing in his hand.

"Om—!!!" The monk drying his clothes didn't waste any words and uttered Buddhist mantras.

If the monk in wet clothes is a demon in disguise, then this Buddhist mantra will surely elicit a response from the demon.

"The demons at the foot of Mount Ling are truly extraordinary; they can even utter Buddhist mantras."

The monk in wet clothes punched the monk in dry clothes, knocking him to the ground.

"Ha! Without magnetic field power, you really are an imposter," the monk in wet clothes shouted.

"Am I an imposter?" The monk drying his clothes looked incredulous.

The monk in dry clothes tried to resist, but was easily subdued by the monk in wet clothes and was beaten violently while pinned to the stone steps.

The monk in wet clothes beat the monk in dry clothes until his head was swollen like a pig's head.

Suddenly, something incredible happened.

The monk who was drying his clothes was beaten until he was in a daze, but a Buddha-like light emanated from him.

The monk with dry clothes stood in mid-air and gently pushed the monk with wet clothes away.

"Stop..." The monk Dayuan, who was drying his clothes, spoke in a loud voice.

“Neither of us is a fake,” the monk said, adding his own response.

"After crossing Lingyun Ferry, one sheds the mortal body."

"You are my mortal body." The monk in dry clothes pointed at the monk in wet clothes.

"What?" The monk was stunned.

“In the past, when people crossed the river, they shed their mortal bodies, and those bodies became nothing more than corpses. But you, as my mortal body, retain your consciousness…”

"This is no small phenomenon."

"You are me, and I am you."

"I have awakened..."

"I am Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva..."

A full moon-like halo appeared behind the monk in dry clothes, and the appearance of the merit wheel confirmed to the monk in wet clothes that he was Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva.

On Lingjiu Peak, a great bell rang, its sound waves spreading in all directions.

As the bell rang, Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva looked solemnly up at Vulture Peak of Mount Ling.

A tear fell from the eye of Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva.

The great bell in the Great Thunder Temple was struck one hundred and eight times.

(End of this chapter)