Shrouding the Sky: The System Arrived Thirty Years Early

For Luo Qianqiu at this moment, this is definitely great news, as his early survival rate is greatly guaranteed.

The benefits a powerful weapon brings to a cultivator are self-evident.

Look at the Golden-Winged Roc King. In the early days, he carried his grandfather's Great Wilderness Halberd, and he was so domineering, soaring over the world.

This is only a high-level weapon, and it's still sealed. Yet it's so powerful that a mere graze would injure a low-level cultivator, and a single touch would be fatal.

The vajra and conch shell are genuine sacred Buddhist artifacts. Even if they are damaged, as long as they can be restored to one ten-thousandth of their peak strength, they are beyond the reach of powerful weapons.

Therefore, how could Luo Qianqiu not be excited?

"Phew, calm down, focus on the present moment, improving my cultivation is the most important thing."

Luo Qianqiu took a deep breath to calm his excited emotions and restarted the ancient scripture to open the sea of ​​suffering.

As time passed, the pale golden light of Buddha grew stronger and stronger. When the sun set and the sun went down, the light shone through the window and illuminated the entire courtyard.

The villagers of Ping'an Village quickly discovered this and couldn't help but exclaim in amazement, as if they had witnessed a miracle!

There, where Old Zhou's house was located, it was as if a sun had risen, illuminating the darkness.

That night, the villagers of Ping'an Village felt a long-lost peace in their hearts, no longer worried about the bandits from Qingfeng Mountain.

At midnight, the golden light grew even brighter, accompanied by the barely perceptible sound of the Buddha chanting sutras.

Bathed in the Buddha's light, Luo Qianqiu sat cross-legged, one finger pointing to the sky and the other to the earth, declaring, "I am the only one worthy of respect, above and below heaven and earth."

Gradually, the Buddha's light became more and more condensed, impervious to all laws. A very faint swastika appeared between Luo Qianqiu's eyebrows, solemn and vast.

His flesh and blood were undergoing a transformation, his entire body resembling gold cast from the Dao, yet imbued with a kind of solid, radiant, immeasurable perfection, auspicious and sublime Buddhist aura.

This is the golden body of Buddhism. After practicing it, one can greatly increase the strength of the physical body.

In the forbidden chapters of the Shakyamuni Sutra, there is a method called "The Sixteen-Foot Golden Body". When unfolded, it is impervious to all magic and has the power to suppress mountains and rivers with every move.

Of course, Luo Qianqiu is still far from achieving the sixteen-foot golden body. With his current cultivation level, he doesn't even have the qualifications to cultivate it. Only when the life spring emerges and a divine bridge is built can he begin to cultivate this unparalleled Buddhist Dharma.

His current golden body is simply due to the tempering of his physique through practicing the Shakyamuni Sutra.

Even so, it is still an unimaginable transformation, which is also the advantage of powerful ancient scriptures.

Whether it's the explanation of the Dao or the enhancement of combat power, it is incomparable to ordinary ancient scriptures.

Lin Jia slept peacefully on the bed. The Buddha's light has the power to purify the mind and remove worries. Under the Buddha's light, the worries of daily life are temporarily forgotten.

The bright, cold moon hung high in the sky, casting a silvery glow that seemed to drape the earth in a veil.

But Old Zhou's courtyard in Ping'an Village was an exception; the dazzling golden light domineeringly drove away the silver radiance and gradually spread outwards.

Inside the room, the "divine spring" in the mineral water bottle dwindled with time, until, at dawn, not a single drop remained.

The chanting of the Buddha grew louder and louder, like the morning bell and evening drum. The whole small house trembled slightly, and the blazing Buddha light shone on it. The figure sitting cross-legged, one finger pointing to the sky and the other to the ground, looked like a Buddha sitting there.

"Whoosh!"

Suddenly, Luo Qianqiu opened his eyes, his figure transformed into a golden light, and rushed out of the hut at a terrifying speed, like a golden lightning bolt, and in an instant he sat down by the stream.

"Boom!"

A dull thud resounded, and the calm stream surged violently, as if it had been scorched and boiled. The steam rose and turned into mist, lingering on the surface of the stream for a long time.

The brilliant Buddha light shone in all directions, intense yet peaceful and serene.

Luo Qianqiu seemed to transform into a blazing sun, radiating terrifying heat. The stream boiled even more, and the water level dropped significantly.

"Bang!", "Bang!", "Bang!"...

Suddenly, a series of rapid explosions rang out, sending stone chips flying everywhere. This was due to the intense heat causing the stones to shatter.

As dawn broke, many villagers were awakened by the commotion and got up to go outside.

Then they saw that the stream, which usually flowed gently, had dried up, leaving only some small puddles.

No, that's not right! It's not dried up, it's been cut off.

Upstream from the stream, a blazing sun radiated terrifying heat, capable of scorching mountains and boiling seas.

The stream upstream was still flowing, but it began to evaporate when it was about three zhang away from the sun, until not a drop remained and it stopped there.

Furthermore, the area around the sun was also a disaster zone, where all the rocks, regardless of size, were shattered into dust, leaving a huge crater.

This scene left all the villagers dumbfounded. They had never seen anything like it before. Many of them went limp and began to worship the sun.

This situation lasted for a full hour before the terrifying aura gradually subsided, the Buddha's light gradually receded, revealing a figure sitting cross-legged.

"Isn't this a bit too exaggerated?" When Luo Qianqiu opened his eyes and saw the destruction caused by his cultivation, he couldn't help but click his tongue in amazement.

But soon, this feeling was left behind, replaced by a heartfelt joy.

He could clearly sense that his body was full of vitality, and a vigorous flow of energy was circulating within him.

After a day and a night of arduous cultivation, and with the aid of most of a bottle of divine spring water, his sea of ​​suffering grew from the size of a longan to the size of an egg, several times larger.

In the Sea of ​​Bitterness, the number of "divine runes" increased dramatically, from two to eighteen, which was enough to meet the needs of casting artifacts.

With the memories of the Crocodile Ancestor's Divine Embryo, Luo Qianqiu knew that ordinary cultivators in the Bitter Sea Realm could only condense seven or eight 'divine runes' at best, and even those with special physiques could only manage about fifteen or sixteen.

And he actually condensed eighteen of them!

Clearly, this is the benefit of doubling one's physical strength and the immense essence of the divine spring nourishing the wheel of life.

"With my current strength, I should be able to deliver those bandits from Qingfeng Mountain without any problems. It's time to go and spread the Buddha's teachings." Luo Qianqiu's thoughts were surging.

As the saying goes, "He who has a weapon in his heart will naturally have the will to kill."

The bandits from Qingfeng Mountain were already on Luo Qianqiu's list of those he would definitely have to deliver. Now that their cultivation had become stronger and they were protected by powerful Buddhist artifacts, he didn't want to wait a moment longer.

Those scum deserve to go to the eighteenth level of hell. Let Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva deliver them from suffering. Even living a little longer in this world is an act of leniency towards them.

As for gathering information? Luo Qianqiu looked inward into the sea of ​​suffering and saw the two Buddhist artifacts that were emitting a faint light again after absorbing his divine power. He felt that there was no need to go to such trouble.

With the Buddhist artifact as a safety net, if the leader of Qingfeng Mountain were to feign weakness to deceive others, Luo Qianqiu would truly make him appear as a pig.

"I am not familiar with Buddhism, but I do know a little about martial arts."

Luo Qianqiu stood up and, amidst the awe-inspiring gazes of the crowd, walked to Lin Jia, whose eyes were filled with admiration. He took her hand, then looked at the young man from yesterday and said, "Take me to Qingfeng Mountain."