The Wandering Immortal

Chapter 106 Demonic Forest

Cui Qinghe didn't understand what the immoral monk meant by shouting "Vajra Subdues Demons," and thought he was about to subdue the demons.

When she looked up, she immediately blushed and felt completely flustered.

Suddenly, countless men and women appeared in the sky and on the ground ahead, all of them disheveled and behaving in an indecent manner.

Cui Qinghe quickly closed her eyes, but it was too late. The scene was already imprinted in her mind, and her sweet moans and whispers surged like a tide.

Jiang Yuan sighed inwardly and slapped Cui Qinghe on the head with his palm, "Activate the Vajra Technique."

Cui Qinghe then activated the Vajra Technique, and golden qi appeared all over her body. She tried to dispel the illusions in her mind but could not, and her breathing became rapid.

The unscrupulous monk emitted a burst of light, revealing a relic, and said, "Recite scriptures with me."

"Shariputra, all dharmas are empty in nature, neither arising nor ceasing, neither defiled nor pure, neither increasing nor decreasing. Therefore, in emptiness there is no form, no sensation, no perception, no mental formations, no consciousness; no eye, ear, nose, tongue, body, or mind; no form, sound, smell, taste, touch, or dharma..."

The Heart Sutra, also known as the Prajnaparamita Heart Sutra, is circulated even in the mortal world. Cui Qinghe had naturally read it, but did not know its meaning. Now, after being disturbed by demonic influence, she has finally grasped its true essence.

Simply reciting these scriptures is probably not enough to dispel the demonic influence; it requires the Buddha's light from the relics to illuminate Cui Qinghe's mind so that her spiritual realm can gradually become clear.

Jiang Yuan couldn't help but wonder, could it be that the big monk went to steal the relic just to explore this mustard seed space? It couldn't be that coincidental, could it?
Jiang Yuan completely concealed his divine sense space, so such demonic intent could not penetrate at all. He then did his best to help Qinghe escape.

The immoral monk never stopped, and the lotus flying boat followed. Although Cui Qinghe was corrupted by demonic intent, she had not completely lost her mind and could still control the flying boat.

After about two incense sticks' worth of time, the illusions in Cui Qinghe's mind were completely cleared, and naturally, the demonic men and women could no longer be seen outside.

The unscrupulous master didn't even turn around. Knowing that Cui Qinghe was alright, he took the relic himself.

After flying for a while, a dozen monsters suddenly rushed out of the forest. When Cui Qinghe looked closely, she almost fell victim to them again.

Although these monsters walk on all fours and have long tails, they all have the faces and figures of beautiful women, are completely naked, white and fleshy, and are extremely ugly.

The wicked monk said, "These are the real deal, boys, go slay the demons and monsters!"

Upon hearing this, Cui Qinghe could no longer contain herself. With the Wind and Thunder Bow in hand, a loud hum resounded, and she fired twelve invisible arrows, followed by tens of thousands of peach blossoms.

Those monsters were originally extremely agile, but when they heard the sound of the bowstring, they were stunned for a moment. Just then, one monster took an arrow, and with the addition of peach blossom cutting, the twelve monsters were buried in flowers in an instant.

The unscrupulous monk then turned around and glanced back, exclaiming, "Wow, how impressive! With this look, he could easily shoot those fake Tibetan monks to death!"

Jiang Yuan also felt that this arrow carried the force of wind and thunder, as well as sonic power, and that an ordinary early-stage Nascent Soul cultivator would certainly not dare to take it head-on.

Cui Qinghe felt much better after venting her frustration.

Later on, more and more strange and grotesque demons appeared. The immoral monk never made a move; it was Jiang Yuan and Cui Qinghe who killed them, so they posed no great threat.

As I continued flying forward, I saw many lonely figures along the way: some were stuck in mud, some lingered on cliffs, some were lost in thought among flowers, and some were engrossed in reading books under trees.

Since it was harmless, the immoral monk ignored it, and Jiang Yuan was confident enough to keep his eyes open, but Cui Qinghe couldn't help but take a look.

As the story progresses, more and more human affairs unfold, and the scenes gradually become more complex.

Some people are obsessed with the mountains of gold and silver, stuffing them into their clothes until their sleeves and bags are overflowing, yet they have no intention of leaving.

A vicious man abused his wife and children with cruel and heinous methods, causing the women and children to scream and wail in agony.

People fought over the valuables, resulting in a violent brawl that escalated to the point of mutual injury with swords and knives.

Some people live in grand mansions and have three wives and four concubines, enjoying the bliss of having multiple wives.

Cui Qinghe had learned many illusion techniques, but she could not see through their illusions. Those people and events were not on the roadside, but in her heart.

Jiang Yuan couldn't interfere either. This was the ascetic journey of a great monk, and everything he saw, heard, thought, and felt was left behind here. What seemed like ordinary worldly affairs were actually filled with greed, anger, ignorance, pride, and doubt.

Cui Qinghe had already realized that closing her eyes and ignoring it was not an option; she could only pretend not to see it and not take it to heart.

It's probably not easy to gain any insights from just passing through it; to not let it disturb one's mind is already a sign of strong willpower.

Jiang Yuan began to wonder if following the immoral monk was too reckless. After all, he had the foundation to ascend to immortality, while Qinghe had only a few decades of life experience. Even though she had the cultivation of a Golden Core, she still couldn't see through the ways of the world and people's hearts.

To everyone's surprise, Cui Qinghe actually made it through.

Flying over this vast world, one arrives at the yellow desert, where there is nothing but yellow sand.

At first, Cui Qinghe felt much more relaxed, but after flying for a while, she became afraid, not knowing how far away, how fast or slow, or whether there was an end.

Once asked how big this place really is, anxiety begins to creep in.

Fortunately, there were three of us traveling together; otherwise, if I were alone in this desert, I would have to endure loneliness.

Jiang Yuan thought to himself, even if he gained nothing this time, Qinghe's ability to temper his Dao heart would make the trip worthwhile.

I don't know how long we flew, but the yellow sand gradually turned into gold leaf, shimmering with light and auspicious signs, and the sound of Buddhist chants could be heard from afar.

High-ranking monks and virtuous masters opened the altar to preach the Dharma, amidst the swirling sandalwood incense and the sounds of wooden fish and bells.

Hundreds of monks sat cross-legged at the lower part of the room, concentrating intently, while tens of thousands of devout men and women also gathered.

The scene was quite strange, as if it existed only in my mind, yet I also felt as if I were actually there.

The unscrupulous master finally made a move, pointing his withered wooden stick into the air, and the runes spread out like ripples in water.

"Stay close to me, monk, and don't listen to those false scriptures!"

It would have been better if he hadn't spoken of it; the more he tried to ignore the sutras being chanted by the high monk, the clearer they became.

Cui Qinghe suddenly realized that she and her husband were also sitting among those devout men and women, completely absorbed in their worship. She was startled awake, but they were still traveling on the lotus flying boat.

Knowing that Cui Qinghe's mind was disturbed, the unscrupulous master suddenly spoke, "Om..."

There seemed to be an invisible wall in the air, rippling under the impact of the sound waves, and gradually becoming more intense. With a "crack", the sky shattered completely.

The three of them arrived at a paradise, where flowers bloomed in abundance, phoenixes sang in harmony, and all the devout men and women and all living beings were happy and content.

Ahead stood a gigantic lotus flower, towering thousands of feet high, its golden light dazzling.

The immoral monk then walked steadily with his cane, and Cui Qinghe also put away her lotus flying boat and followed behind Jiang Yuan side by side.

Unexpectedly, someone bumped into Qinghe, and with a face full of apologies, sincerely apologized, "My apologies, my apologies!"

Cui Qinghe thought she was being disturbed by an illusion again, but the immoral monk turned around, put a finger to his lips, and made a shushing gesture.

Jiang Yuan couldn't tell if it was an illusion or not; the characters and scenes were too real, like a bustling market.

For a moment, Jiang Yuan seemed to have a strange feeling, as if he had returned to the shopping district of a tourist attraction in his previous two lives, where crowds thronged, goods were displayed in abundance, and people were shouting and bargaining.

Cui Qinghe naturally dared not touch anything casually, but the immoral monk didn't care about that and picked up everything to look at.

The unscrupulous monk transmitted his voice, "Look carefully, everyone can only take one item."

Jiang Yuan and Qing He looked at each other in disbelief. Was this market really not there?

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