Dual Transmigration: Starting from being captured and brought to the Hehuan Sect!

After listening, Lin Mo nodded, a hint of disappointment on his face.

I was hoping to make another windfall, since Buddhism has such a long history, there must be a lot of good stuff. But now it seems I have to give up.

He put the Dragon-Subduing Pestle into his spatial storage, then selected the usable items from his storage ring and categorized them for storage. Afterward, he and the Queen Mother of the West stepped out and returned to the royal palace of the Kingdom of Tianzhu.

In the sleeping quarters, he sat cross-legged on the dragon bed covered with heavy fabric.

The Queen Mother of the West knelt down behind him with a tender expression, her fingers resting on his shoulders and back with just the right amount of pressure and rhythm.

Lin Mo was somewhat surprised by the Queen Mother of the West's thoughtfulness.

It seems that the subtle influence of Yin-Yang Gong is quite extraordinary. So what if you are a saint?

Day after day, I'm addicted to it, morning and night.

He took out the scrolls of martial arts techniques he had recently collected one by one and spread them out in front of him.

Those scrolls came from different lineages across the four continents. Some recorded complete systems of cultivation techniques, while others were fragments. After quickly scanning them, one could use top-notch comprehension to grasp their essence, and then activate the Gluttonous Devouring Technique to devour, integrate, and incorporate each chapter into one's own cultivation framework.

Several months later, Lin Mo slowly opened his eyes, a glint of light flashing deep in his pupils before quickly returning to normal brightness.

He stretched his shoulders and murmured to himself:

"Awesome. After absorbing so many cultivation techniques, I'm incredibly strong now."

He quickly reviewed the spells he currently possessed in his mind.

Elixirs, formations, beast taming, talismans, calculations, invisibility, transformation, immobilization, passing through walls, burrowing underground, moving mountains and filling seas, summoning wind and rain, shrinking the earth to an inch, becoming larger or smaller, turning beans into soldiers, and so on.

He had lost count of how many cultivation techniques he had incorporated, but the methods of using those techniques were clearly arranged in his perception, ready to be used at any time.

You could say he's now a walking encyclopedia of magic.

Lin Mo turned his head and glanced at the Queen Mother of the West, his lips twitching slightly:

"Let's try making it bigger first."

He pulled west Wangmu over, plugged her in, and silently recited the mantra in his heart while adjusting her outline.

The Queen Mother of the West noticed the change almost immediately; she reached out and patted his shoulder.

"You traitor, what are you doing? Stop right now!"

Lin Mo didn't immediately stop practicing, but asked with a hint of curiosity:

"What, you don't like it?"

Isn't bigger always better?

"No, that's not true!"

The Queen Mother of the West glared at him.

"You were already exceptionally gifted, and now you've added the power of magic. Do you think my muscles are too muscular?"

Upon hearing this, Lin Mo had no choice but to withdraw his spell.

"Alright, I thought Master was unfathomable, but it turns out he's not so great after all."

The Queen Mother of the West did not respond, but simply leaned back against his shoulder after he withdrew his magic.

Lin Mo didn't continue the topic. He took out the spirit storage units he had recently collected, handed a portion to the Queen Mother of the West, and then took one for himself, beginning to absorb its essence to further strengthen his soul.

The far west.

The news that the Arhat Subduing Dragon had been struck by a single palm and his soul was scattered was like a stone thrown into a pond, causing quite a stir.

It was initially the monks who were guarding the soul lamps who were greatly alarmed when they saw that the soul lamp of the Arhat Subduing the Dragon, who was placed at the head of the list, had gone out.

You have to understand that this person was the pinnacle of combat power in the entire far west, and yet he has fallen like this?

When the news reached the main hall, the previously calm atmosphere quickly changed. The monks, who had been striking the wooden fish and chanting Buddhist scriptures, suddenly froze and fell silent.

A moment later, an elderly monk sat down near the door, clutching a string of prayer beads that had long since stopped spinning.

"With the Arhat Venerable gone, how long can the far west hold out?"

A middle-aged monk nearby quickly chimed in:

"There are ancient formations in the far west, which rely on the foundation of innate spiritual treasures, so there won't be any problems in the short term."

But the question is, if the opponent can kill an Arhat, can they also break the formation?

"No way? I've heard that this ancient formation can only be broken by someone at the peak of a saint's power!"

"Reaching the peak of sainthood is only a matter of time. How many saints with three corpses are there in the eighteen levels of hell? As long as the Queen Mother of the West absorbs all those three corpses, reaching the peak of sainthood is just a matter of time."

The monks fell silent for a long time after hearing this, and then someone suggested another direction:

"Is it possible for our monks from the Western Paradise to temporarily retreat through the welcoming passage in the far west?"

After he finished speaking, the hall fell silent for a few moments.

Someone whispered:

"The passage is still there. But normally that road is only open to those who have attained enlightenment. If we really want to withdraw, we need permission from above."

"Now is not the time to be concerned with rules."

After a moment of silence, a monk stood up and walked towards the Buddhist hall in the side hall.

The message quickly reached Xiaoxitian through the Buddhist internal communication network, and a reply came back in less than half a day.

The passageway may be opened, but only for monks and nuns, not for outsiders seeking refuge.

When this decision was communicated to the monks, most of them did not ask many questions, but simply packed their belongings and gathered in the direction of the welcoming passage.

A few people looked reluctant. They stood at the edge of the corridor, looking hesitantly at the ordinary monks who were setting up temporary sheds in the distance.

One of the young monks whispered:

"They don't know yet..."

Another older monk, without looking at him, simply replied in a calm voice:

"What good would it do to know? You can't take it with you. Explaining it clearly would only make things more chaotic."

The young monk remained silent for a while, then did not speak again.

Those well-informed aristocratic families and disciples of prestigious sects quickly learned of the impending withdrawal of the Buddhist sect through their own channels.

The news spread faster than any official announcement, and in less than an hour, the atmosphere inside the resettlement area had changed.

An elderly man with a long beard stood at the corner of the corridor, tugging at a monk's sleeve and asking urgently in a low voice:

"Master, our Wu family has been devout Buddhists for generations. Now we only ask for a passage to safety. Is that too much to ask?"

The monk slightly turned his body to avoid his hand, his tone calm but indifferent:

"It's not that I'm unwilling, but that I'm unable to."

The passage to Little Western Paradise is only for those who have attained Buddhist enlightenment. Even if I, this monk, agree to accompany you, you will still be unable to cross that threshold.

The old man wanted to say something more, but the monk had already put his palms together in a gesture of respect, turned around, and left.

Another scion of a prominent family stepped forward quickly, carrying an open box that revealed several exquisitely crafted magical treasures:

"Master, these are my family's treasured possessions. I only ask that my family and I may bring them along!"

The monk shook his head, not even glancing at the box, and walked past it.

On the other side, several disciples surrounded a monk dressed in different robes, their tone clearly urgent:

"We have made many offerings to the Buddha of Bliss in the past, and the most beautiful women in our clan would make offerings every year!"

Now I only need one spot!

The monk looked down at them and shook his head.

The sounds around them gradually increased. Some people started to raise their voices, some tried to block the way, and some stood still, just watching those figures gradually disappear into the distance, their eyes filled with resentment and hatred.