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Mount Sumeru.

In the dilapidated main hall, the wind blew in from the half-collapsed roof.

Zhunti sat on a moldy prayer mat, his right shoulder wrapped in a thick bandage.

Dark gold blood could still be seen seeping out from outside the medicated cloth.

He hasn't dared to get angry easily these days.

If I get angry, my right shoulder will explode.

Upon the explosion, the receiver immediately began to spit blood.

The entire Mount Sumeru is so poor that even healing pills have to be broken in half to be eaten.

Jieyin leaned against a broken stone pillar, his one eye half-closed.

The relics of Mahasthamaprapta Bodhisattva were placed in front of him.

There were traces of dark holy blood on the outside of the relic.

It looks unlucky.

The Bodhisattva of Sunlight squatted in the corner, head bowed, not daring to utter a sound.

He has become a professional at ransom people.

If he had to do it again, he thought he might as well apply for a job cleaning latrines in the underworld.

At least the salary is stable.

The main hall was eerily quiet.

suddenly.

A splashing sound came from the direction of the back mountain.

It's very light.

But for modern Western religions, this voice is even more stimulating than the preaching of the Taoist patriarch.

Zhunti suddenly opened his eyes.

"water?"

The one-eyed guide also opened.

"Where did the water come from?"

The two of them looked towards the Eight Treasures Merit Pool at the same time.

That pool has long since dried up.

The silt at the bottom of the pool had been ravaged by Kinnara chili powder, and later contaminated by various karmic backlashes, making its taste so complex that even the Arhats were unwilling to approach it.

There's actually a sound of water now?

Ignoring his shoulder injury, Zhunti dashed to the edge of the pool.

Jieyin also staggered along.

The Bodhisattva of Sunlight followed behind, his heart pounding.

He has developed a phobia of "sudden good things happening".

Recently, Western religions have been saying that every time they think they're on a winning streak, a huge pitfall is sure to follow.

At the bottom of the Eight Treasures Merit Pool.

The originally black silt actually seeped out light golden pool water.

Although not many.

But a faint ethereal light floated on the water's surface.

There is also the vitality of the earth's clear and moist veins.

Zhunti froze completely.

Then, his breathing became rapid.

"Senior brother."

"The pool water is back!"

The one-eyed guide stared wide-eyed.

"How is that possible?"

He reached out with trembling hands and scooped up a drop of water from the pool.

The outer layer of the pool water is clear and moist, carrying the spiritual energy of the earth's veins.

Although it cannot compare to the purity of the Eight Treasures Merit Pool at its peak, it is life-saving water for Mount Sumeru now.

A glimmer of light finally appeared in Zhunti's eyes.

There have been too many humiliations during this period.

The Investiture of the Gods has collapsed.

My disciple made the list.

The Great Power has become my mount.

Jin Chanzi faced nine deaths for every one he served.

Even his own incarnation was detained by the welfare home as a kidnapper.

Now, the Eight Treasures Merit Pool is actually replenishing its own energy.

What does this tell us?

This means that tomorrow the west will not be cut off.

This shows that the Daozu Pancake did not deceive them.

This suggests that there is still hope for the revival of Journey to the West.

Zhunti's lips trembled with excitement.

"I knew it."

"Although the Western religion has suffered calamities, its fortune has not been extinguished."

"This must be a sign of divine mercy."

The Bodhisattva of Sunlight felt a chill run down his spine as he listened from behind.

Has Heaven shown mercy?

They said the same thing last time.

Then Mahasthamaprapta lost his physical body.

But he dared not say it.

Be cautious when introducing new clients.

He stared at the pool for a moment.

"Junior brother, let's find out the source first."

Zhunti couldn't care less about anything else.

"This is the earth's veins flowing back."

"It seems that the hidden formations I set up back then have finally been activated."

"Perhaps it's a final burst of energy from the earth's veins over the Trapped Sky Mountain."

"That main vein of gold and water has a strong foundation. If it can be continuously nourished, the Eight Treasures Merit Pool can recover at least 30%."

Jieyin was tempted.

%.

If even 30% of it were restored, Mount Sumeru wouldn't be the dilapidated temple it is now.

Even if an Arhat or Bodhisattva is lost, they can be cultivated again.

Even if the tradition loses its dignity, it can be slowly salvaged.

But the Merit Pool is the root.

You need a pond to have capital.

Zhunti raised his hand to activate the formation.

Beneath Mount Sumeru, a dilapidated Sanskrit receiving array lit up.

The suction force of the passage, far away in the direction of Trapped Sky Mountain, suddenly surged.

The shallow gold liquid at the bottom of the pool rises faster.

Zhunti was so excited that his whole body trembled.

"Senior brother, it's true."

"This humble Taoist can sense the vitality of the earth's veins."

Jieyin couldn't help but step forward.

"quick."

"First, introduce the core of the Merit Pool."

"Don't waste it."

When the Bodhisattva of Sunlight heard "Don't waste it," he became even more flustered.

He always felt that the water came at just the right time.

Seeing the expressions on the faces of the two sages, he could only keep quiet.

Zhunti sat cross-legged directly by the pool.

He opened his mouth and took a breath.

He inhaled a wisp of light golden pool water into his body.

As soon as the refreshing and invigorating outer layer entered my throat, the pain in my right shoulder actually eased a little.

Zhunti was overjoyed.

"efficient."

"It really works!"

Try ingesting a drop as well.

The weariness in his one eye had faded somewhat.

He breathed a sigh of relief.

"Junior brother, don't be too hasty."

"Refine it slowly first."

Zhunti was no longer listening to any of this.

He's lost a lot of money these days.

The sage's essence was burned, bitten, backfired, poisoned by his disciples, and tricked by unruly children.

Now that a tonic has finally arrived, I'd be doing myself a disservice if I didn't take a big gulp.

Zhunti formed hand seals and activated the receiving array to its maximum.

boom.

At the bottom of the Eight Treasures Merit Pool, shallow golden water surged out wildly.

The pool surface rose from one inch to three inches.

It's half a foot again.

Zhunti threw his head back and laughed heartily.

"Heaven has not forsaken the West."

"Lin Xuan, so what if you destroy my lineage?"

"I will make Western religion flourish sooner or later!"

Jieyin also showed a long-lost joy.

Even with one eye bleeding, his mind became lively.

"Restore the pool water first."

"The tenth reincarnation of Jin Chanzi."

"Although it's troublesome for Jiang Liuer to enter the Da Shang Welfare Home, as long as he's alive, there's still a chance for things to turn around."

"We'll guide him gradually as he grows up."

Zhunti nodded.

"good."

"This time, I must play it safe."

"We can no longer say it's fate."

When the Bodhisattva of Sunlight heard this, he almost choked on his saliva.

The martial uncle finally realized where the problem lay.

Zhunti continued to suck in the pool water vigorously.

For the first quarter of an hour, everything went smoothly.

The numbness and pain in my right shoulder have lessened.

The withered source seemed to be nourished.

Even the few dying spirit herbs around the dilapidated main hall sprouted tender buds.

The more you inhale, the more intoxicated you become.

He even directly channeled the pool water into the meridians of the Holy Body, preparing to repair the old wounds scorched by the Chaos Fire.

The guide frowned.

"Junior brother, slow down."

Zhunti waved his hand.

"It's alright."

"The earth's veins are rich in life force, though somewhat mixed, but my saintly body can refine them."

He had just finished saying that.

Zhunti's expression suddenly stiffened.

After that refreshing and vibrant energy, something from the second layer entered.

It's not vitality.

It's an impurity.

A grayish, decaying aura seeped into the sacred body through the meridians.

Zhunti frowned.

"Um?"

The guide should look at him immediately.

"What's wrong?"

Zhunti forcefully suppressed his discomfort.

"There's a bit of sediment."

"It's normal for there to be sediment after the earth's veins have been compressed for too long."

He continued refining.

next moment.

The third layer of items has arrived.

The old karma of the Heavenly Court.

That aura was extremely familiar.

It was poor, hard, and broken.

It still carried the filthy smell of the Lingxiao Palace's latrine that hadn't been properly cleaned.

Zhunti's stomach churned violently.

"vomit."

Jieyin's expression changed.

"Junior brother!"

Zhunti wanted to stop.

But he just set the receiver array to too high.

Mount Sumeru is like a tattered sack with its mouth wide open, frantically swallowing everything in the passage.

Even more critically, Lin Xuan added a pressure port on the Trapped Sky Mountain side.

As soon as Zhunti stopped, the passage pushed the impurities that had been sucked in earlier back into his body.

The causes and effects of the decline deep within the Heavenly Court's degraded veins have finally erupted completely.

Haotian's resentment after his home was destroyed.

The stench of Maitreya cleaning the toilet.

The toxic residue of the aged silt at the bottom of the Immortal Transformation Pool.

The repeated attempts to reinforce the South Heavenly Gate have failed, leaving it with a sense of defeat.

There were also the mournful cries of the Heavenly Court's array eyes left behind when six immortal veins were forcibly severed.

All of them flowed along the Eight Treasures Merit Pool and entered the original meridian that Zhunti had just opened.

Zhunti's eyes widened suddenly.

"This is not the life force of the earth's veins!"

Jieyin's face turned deathly pale.

The pale gold sheen on the surface of the pool water began to turn gray.

The original refreshing taste turned into an indescribable foul odor.

The Bodhisattva of Sunlight was so frightened that he took three steps back.

"Master Uncle, the pond water tastes different now."

Zhunti was no longer listening to reason.

His right shoulder wound suddenly burst open.

The newly grown granulation tissue was washed away by the waste vein impurities and instantly turned into blackish-gray rotten flesh.

The sage's origins flowed backward.

Zhunti felt a sweet taste in his throat.

"puff!"

He spat out a mouthful of dark golden holy blood.

Not finished yet.

The karmic forces of Heaven surged wildly through his meridians, like a group of unpaid heavenly soldiers rebelling within his sacred body.

Zhunti clutched his chest, his face turning from blue to black.

"The aura of Haotian?"

"The Heavenly Court's depleted meridians?"

"Who connected the Heavenly Court's ruined veins to my Pool of Merit!"

Jieyin was about to help him suppress it.

Suddenly, a gurgling sound came from the bottom of the pool, and a gray bubble rose to the surface.

The bubbles burst open.

A mixture of foul air from the Heavenly Court and the filth of the latrine smeared half of Jieyin's face.

The one-eyed guide rolled his eyes.

"puff."

He spat it out too.

The Bodhisattva of Sunlight was completely numb.

He finally understood.

Western religions should not believe in windfall gains.

It was especially wrong to believe it while Lin Xuan was still alive.

Zhunti frantically made hand seals, trying to break the spirit-drawing array.

The more you try to suppress it, the more severe the backlash from the formation becomes.

The chaos at the other end of the passage made it impossible for him to find the source.

He could only sense that the garbage from the Heavenly Court's degraded veins was being dumped all over Mount Sumeru.

Zhunti roared angrily.

"Lin Xuan!"

"It must be you!"

Far away in the Trapped Sky Mountain.

In front of the water mirror.

Hearing the angry roar from afar, Lin Xuan calmly turned the water mirror down a little.

"Quarrel."

Li Jin'er looked at Zhunti spitting blood in the water mirror and, for the first time, felt no fear.

She said softly, "He drank it."

Lin Xuan nodded.

"He drank it quite quickly."

"It seems that Western religions are truly thirsty."

In the direction of Mount Sumeru, the array's fluctuations began to jump wildly.

That's Zhunti breaking the connection.

But he had already inhaled quite a bit.

That'll make him suffer for a long time.

Lin Xuan raised his hand, preparing to cut off the passage on this side of Trapped Sky Mountain to prevent the waste vein from backfiring.

Just before his finger fell, an extremely sharp tremor of fortune suddenly came from the heavens.

That's the direction of Heaven.

Lin Xuan looked up.

"Haotian has also woken up."