blueteamnovel Chapter 357 - 292: Fellow Daoist, Please Wait
Chapter 357 - 292: Fellow Daoist, Please Wait
The Spirit Ginseng child was very touched, and swung the Medicinal Hoe with even greater strength.
Zhou Yi was also deeply moved. As time passed and he lived longer, it was inevitable that his emotions became indifferent.
Old White, the ox, the Spirit Ginseng child, Clear Wind and Bright Moon, and others were the anchors that kept Zhou Yi’s humanity intact, preventing him from one day transforming completely into an existence like the "Dao".
That would be no different from death!
"I also owe thanks to Spring Breeze Building, Xiao Xiang Pavilion, Full Moon Pavilion, Phoenix Cry Pavilion, Yihong Courtyard..."
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From time to time, Zhou Yi would celebrate, which was also a way to soak in the mortal world and maintain his true nature.
Having left Kunlun Cave Heaven, he returned to the Mountain God Temple to cultivate in seclusion.
Ever since the Wish Power Beads helped him condense his Nascent Soul, Zhou Yi had not been involved with any form of incense, and the Wish Power Beads he obtained were all integrated into the Light Dividing Sword and two other Supreme Treasures, causing their Artifact Spirits to rapidly increase in intelligence.
For instance, the Light Dividing Sword’s original Artifact Spirit acted only on instinct, but now, it was capable of executing many sword techniques and arrays from the Spirit Sword Sect.
"Only this Mountain and River Cauldron has failed to produce an Artifact Spirit after all my efforts to refine it. Could it be that its nature is too inferior?"
Zhou Yi took out the Mountain and River Cauldron and played with it for a moment. Although this treasure’s power had far surpassed that of a top-tier spiritual artifact, there was no sign of an Artifact Spirit forming within it.
"The Mountain and River Cauldron has accompanied me for six thousand years. Every time I see it, I’m reminded of the past days in the heavenly prison and Fengyang Country. Regardless of whether it can ascend to a Spiritual Artifact in the future, this poor Daoist will not cease refining it!"
With his thoughts running wild, he took out a Bodhi Pill and swallowed it.
Tremendous Spiritual Energy nourished his meridians and soul, and Zhou Yi circulated the Taixuan Scripture to refine the energy into Mana, channeling it into his Nascent Soul.
...
The 110th year of the Yuan Ding era.
April.
Mountain God Temple.
Zhou Yi suddenly opened his eyes as the sword talismans in his sleeve hummed and vibrated, his Divine Sense sweeping across them, he heard Gu Xiao’s voice.
"Junior Brother Zhu, the Buddha’s birthday is approaching, and Yin Guang Luohan will be preaching in the Capital. Let’s go listen together."
"I’ve had some insights from my recent cultivation, may I be excused from going?"
Packing up the sword talismans, Zhou Yi took out a bamboo cup for divination and used eight years of his lifespan to divine.
The divination was auspicious.
"Indeed a high monk with great virtue!"
...
April 8th.
Capital.
East City Square.
With months of announcements, all the Capital’s Citizens knew that today a Luohan would be preaching.
For Qi Refinement practitioners and those at Foundation Establishment, a Luohan was no different from an immortal from heaven. Even just a glimpse was worth the journey, not to mention the chance to listen to the scriptures.
If they could comprehend a method or two, not only could it increase their cultivation and strength, but they could also claim to be disciples of Buddhism.
As dawn broke, the square was already swarming with people.
Those seated on the ground, standing on the buildings, and flying in the sky—all with millions of eyes focused on the platform set up in the center.
The platform was crafted from white jade, not a Spiritual Object, but ordinary white jade, shaped like a blooming lotus with a straw meditation cushion in the center.
"The place where the Luohan is to preach is so modest?"
"What do you know? It is said in the scriptures that wherever a Luohan or Bodhisattva travels, even desolate mountains and wilderness become a Spiritual Mountain Blessed Land!"
"I think there’s something wrong with that scripture. If it were really true, then why would the Buddhist sect occupy the top Spirit Veins and Blessed Lands? They could simply leave them and go cultivate in desolate mountains!"
"Don’t speak of things that would destabilize the Cultivation World!"
"..."
In front of the platform, dozens to hundreds of meditation cushions were empty—no one dared to get close.
These seats were reserved for high-level cultivators to listen to the sermon, representing the number of Nascent Soul Daoists openly acknowledged in the Daheng territory. Even if these Daoists might not come to listen, spots had to be reserved for them.
As noon approached,
It was as if on cue, the empty meditation cushions glimmered and suddenly, numerous figures appeared out of thin air.