Chapter 13 Fox Daoist

Fox Daoist stood trembling, not knowing what this Real Person wanted to do.

By the dry well, An Qisheng paused for a moment, then shook his head slightly.

This well was unfathomably deep. With his senses, even if a stone fell to the very bottom, he would hear it. What's more, the stones he dropped were stained with his own mana.

This well truly led to the Netherworld.

The Netherworld Realm was not an underworld, but another dimension attached to the human realm.

Once, not only Yin Division ghosts and gods, City Gods, and ghost messengers, but even some small Real Persons who had entered the Dao could travel to the Netherworld.

But many years ago, after the change of heaven, except for a few Yin Division ghosts and gods, even the City Gods could not pass through the Yin Division, let alone living people.

That Changlin Daoist encountered at the Yin Division Tavern had already attained the Dao, yet he still needed the Yin Division Tavern to enter the Netherworld.

However, the Yin Division Tavern only appeared once every hundred years, and its location was uncertain, so ordinary people could not find it at all.

This well, however, was a real passage to the Netherworld, and its value was extremely high.

However, An Qisheng naturally had no intention of going to the Netherworld at this time. Not to mention the unfathomable and inscrutable Bai Wuchang (White Impermanence) Xie Qi, there were many other ghosts and gods in the Netherworld.

He would not do things he was not sure of.

"Real Person, you..."

After standing for a while, Fox Daoist carefully opened his mouth.

An Qisheng turned around and glanced at these foxes. There were vicious people in the world, and naturally there were kind demons. These foxes had a rare clear aura and were not stained with bloody karma.

"This temple is not a place to stay for long. After today, do not return."

With a casual tap on the dry well, An Qisheng did not stop. With a wave of his hand, the yellow dog was already in his grasp.

Incidentally, a small red fox clinging tightly to the yellow dog was also brought over.

Squeak, squeak ~

This little thing was not afraid, curiously looking at An Qisheng, naturally only able to see a cloud of mist.

It was not afraid, but Fox Daoist was so frightened that his face turned green, and his heart was in his throat.

'My ancestor, you are truly my ancestor!'

Fox Daoist almost cried.

How dare you act recklessly at this time?

"Interesting little thing, but raising one is troublesome enough."

An Qisheng flicked his finger lightly, and the little fox flew out spinning, then landed lightly.

Fox Daoist breathed a sigh of relief. Looking again, the courtyard was already empty, and even a shadow could not be seen.

The little fox whimpered with some disappointment.

Its soul was intelligent and its wisdom was extremely high. It could vaguely sense that following this white-clothed Daoist would bring great benefits, but it seemed to have been seen through.

Fox Daoist picked up the little fox and sighed softly, "Such an expert is not someone we can touch. Following him might be a blessing, or it might be a disaster. Peace and security are good."

Old people become refined, and foxes are no exception.

He could see through the little fox's thoughts. In this world, to gain something, you must lose something. Following an expert might bring good fortune, but there was a greater possibility of danger.

He had seen in some human books that true powerhouses were often cursed stars, afflicting parents was commonplace, and there were those who caused death wherever they went.

Wherever they passed, there would be腥风血雨 (a storm of blood and gore).

Even if this white-clothed Daoist had entered the Dao and become a Real Person, daring to offend the Ruyi Monk who had already attained the Golden Body, the consequences were unpredictable.

Missing out might not be a bad thing.

Squeak, squeak ~

At this time, the little fox suddenly let out a series of rapid cries.

Fox Daoist's expression changed.

He saw the little fox jump out of his arms, roll several times on the ground, during which its small body sometimes swelled and sometimes shrank, its muscles and bones constantly rubbing.

"Washing marrow and transforming the body?"

Fox Daoist originally wanted to take action, but he was surprised and delighted.

Although he had never seen this state, the books recorded that it seemed to be washing marrow and transforming the body, which was a great blessing.

.......

Dong ~

Dong ~

The sound of a bell broke the silence of the night and, together with the rising sun, pulled Qingdu City out of its silence.

Wisps of smoke rose from the Rulai Monastery.

Qingdu lay on a plain, its city walls were tall and long, stretching endlessly from east to west, and its population was large, more than the entire population of some small countries.

Rulai Monastery was located in the south of the city, occupying a vast area, with temples and pavilions stretching endlessly.

On the wide stone steps of the monastery, small monks strode like the wind, running among the many temples to light incense.

In a quiet courtyard of the Rulai Monastery.

An emaciated old monk sitting by the pond suddenly frowned and looked at the thirty-three-story Sharira Pagoda, nine meters high, in the backyard.

At this moment, clouds billowed above the top of the Sharira Pagoda, spreading hundreds of miles, like the waves of the sea, and the surging momentum made people palpitate.

"The abbot's mind is fluctuating..."

The old monk put down the bait in his hand. Without any visible movement, he had already arrived in front of the Sharira Pagoda.

The Sharira Pagoda was solemn and grand. In front of the pagoda stood dozens of tall monks, like Vajras.

These monks were like statues made of gold and iron, motionless, but with a powerful deterrent force.

These great monks were Dharma Protectors Vajras created by the Ruyi Monk using secret methods, and each one had the power to destroy cities.

"I want to see the abbot."

After bowing slightly, the old monk did not wait for these Dharma Protectors Vajras to respond and hurriedly walked into the Sharira Pagoda.

After passing through layers of Sharira Pagoda, the old monk stopped before reaching the thirty-third floor:

"Abbot, what is disturbing your Qingxiu (quiet cultivation)?"

"There is a change in Liang Prefecture, but unfortunately the heavenly secrets disturbed by the Youming Fu Jun (Netherworld Magistrate) have not been restored, so I cannot know the details..."

From within the tightly closed door came a heavy sigh, like a mountain:

"The matter of Liang Prefecture may have changes..."

"Should we send someone there?"

The old monk suppressed the surprise in his heart and asked himself again.

"There is no need."

From within the tightly closed door, the Ruyi Monk slowly opened his mouth: "This time, the battle with the Heavenly Intent Sect, the victory or defeat does not lie in one state or one prefecture, but only between him and me. It does not matter whether the affairs of the state and prefecture succeed or fail."

"We have not returned to the country for long, and the former reputation of the Rulai Monastery is long gone. If we do not do well this time, I am afraid it will be detrimental to our reputation."

The old monk hesitated.

Although the Rulai Monastery did not rely on incense and vows, it still accounted for a large proportion. Incense and vows were related to the cultivation of many monks and were of utmost importance.

"Everything, wait until I have cultivated Prajna! Otherwise, I will not be able to overcome the nine questions of Heavenly Intent."

The Ruyi Monk replied indifferently and said no more.

Prajna is the mother of all Bodhisattvas, who can give birth to all Buddhas and hold Bodhisattvas, the most noble in Buddhism.

It is the highest secret method in the Rulai Monastery, along with Mahavairocana.

Prajna and Tathagata, the two combined, are the Buddhist Dao pursued by the Rulai Monastery for countless years.

All kinds of scriptures and exercises, with the Dao as one.

It is also the highest pursuit of all cultivators.

Hearing this, the old monk nodded and bowed:

"Yes!"

He was about to retreat when he heard the Ruyi Monk speak again from within the door:

"Watch the actions of Heavenly Intent. If he sends someone, you also send someone. Heavenly Intent wants to kill, I want to save. Heavenly Intent wants to save, I want to kill!"

The old monk's heart trembled, and he slowly retreated.

After a long time, a voice came from within the empty and unmanned door:

"Not immortal Dao spiritual opportunity, not demon, not monster, not ghost, nor Buddha...

Who on earth is this person?"

.......

Da Qing's north is the most respected, and Qingdu faces south. In Qingdu, the royal city also faces south.

However, since a hundred years ago, the northernmost part of Qingdu was no longer the royal city, but a Taoist temple.

The Taoist temple was magnificent and luxuriously decorated, with white jade everywhere and gold and copper everywhere, even more magnificent than the royal city.

In the very center of the Taoist temple was a thatched hut enclosed by a fence.

Behind the thatched hut was a hundred-zhang artificial mountain, and in front of it was a clear spring drawn from a mountain thousands of miles away. Every inch of soil was taken from spiritual soil in various holy places, and what was planted was the true material of the world.

What was irrigated was the rich, almost substantive, incense and vows.

The fruits it bore were naturally rare treasures of the world, treasures that cultivators dreamed of, which could strengthen the soul, nourish the spiritual machine's life, and increase mana and Dao practice. They were the top spiritual objects in the world.

They were known as the Grass Returning Pill.

Hu ~

A middle-aged Daoist hurried over and stopped outside the fence, not daring to step into it:

"Sect Leader, Xiao Feng requests an audience."

Inside the fence, by the clear spring, a Daoist was sitting fishing. Hearing this, he did not turn his head and said lightly: "Ignore him. That old thief monk is just feeling something. How easy is it to break through?"

"That old thief monk is, after all, the number one of the Rulai Monastery for thousands of years. Why does the Sect Leader have to wait for him to leave seclusion? Why not..."

A cold light flashed across Xiao Feng's face.

He was the director in charge of the Heavenly Intent Sect's external affairs. In recent years, the Rulai Monastery had risen, relying on the secret support of some people, and he had suffered a lot, wishing to uproot the Rulai Monastery.

"Alright, no need to say more."

The Heavenly Intent Daoist unhurriedly lifted the empty fishhook, baited it, and gently cast it back into the water:

"The Rulai Monastery has a long inheritance, and no one in the cultivation world can compare with it. Although it has declined due to the sudden emergence of the Youming Fu Jun (Netherworld Magistrate), it has not been destroyed for so many years. How can it not have any reliance?"

Xiao Feng's throat surged: "Then what do you mean?"

That Ruyi Monk had already achieved the Golden Body and was a Yuanshen-level figure. Could it be that there was an even stronger reliance?

Since ancient times, the ten great demon ghosts of the Sovereign Heaven Realm have been known as the Ten Atrocities, born from grievances and煞 (baleful aura), immortal and indestructible. They are the oldest living demons.

They are recognized as peerless fierce demons stronger than Yuanshen.

In nearly 100,000 years of the Sovereign Heaven Realm, only eight people have been able to surpass them.

Of course, now there are only two left.

"Let it go."

The Heavenly Intent Real Person's voice was calm, flowing like water:

"No need to pay attention."

"Isn't it too aggrieved..."

Xiao Feng gritted his teeth, unable to bear it.

"If he wants to compete with me, let him! Just as that Youming Fu Jun (Netherworld Magistrate) once said, 'Water benefits all things without contention, so no one in the world can contend with it.' How can the Rulai or the Prajna compare to this bright heaven?"

The Heavenly Intent Real Person's tone was leisurely:

"Thousands of schemes, ten thousand kinds of thoughts, are ultimately just dreams and illusions. Even so, why bother to burst them?

After all, there is much suffering and sorrow in the world, and it is rare to have a dream. This is my compassion."