Chapter 114 Self-Calculation

Wei Yuan rode his shared bicycle back to the museum, leisurely.

Then he headed straight for the kitchen.

Frankly, he hadn't dared to eat his fill at the barbecue stand.

After all, the appetite of a martial arts cultivator was like a ruthless rice-eating machine. If he ate barbecue, it was very likely that he'd eat his fill, and no one else would get another skewer. Yuanjue might have to sell himself to wash dishes to pay for his meal.

Wei Yuan returned home and had a solid meal.

Disanxian (braised potatoes, eggplant, and green peppers), white rice. It was a little oily, but it really made the rice go down.

Actually, besides disanxian, you could also choose braised eggplant, or shredded green peppers with pork. Putting a chopstick of it in your mouth with rice, that kind of satisfaction… one bite of vegetables, one bite of rice, your chopsticks simply couldn't stop. Finally, when you were full, your stomach eighty percent full, you still had to have half a bowl of rice, pour it onto the plate of vegetables, and carefully scoop it up with your chopsticks.

You had to mix every last bit of the sauce into the rice, unwilling to let go of the most essential part, letting the white rice be dyed a translucent light brown. Only then, picking up the plate and finishing the last bit, was that a true foodie's awareness, the final finishing step.

"嗝儿..."

Wei Yuan was full and satisfied.

He flipped his hand and took out the Mountain God Seal. About a day had passed since his return, and this empty Mountain God Seal was finally full. However, Wei Yuan considered that, while it was full, there was still a considerable distance between the human world and the *Shan Hai Jing* world.

There might still be divine power being transmitted along that distance.

He couldn't waste it.

Wei Yuan estimated the time and calculated the approximate rate at which the divine power filled the seal using a simple equation.

Then he found the remaining jade talisman materials and prepared several Mountain God decrees for himself, temporarily consuming about seventy or eighty percent of the divine power in the seal, and then went to sleep peacefully.

When he got up the next day, the seal had already recovered about eighty percent.

Based on the principle of sustainable use of divine power, Wei Yuan tried to draw another talisman.

Then he instructed the water ghosts to watch over the museum, while he rode a shared bicycle out. After arriving at the river, he used an illusion to conceal his divinity and jumped directly into the water, traveling against the current, heading straight for the place he had previously guessed.

That is, during the Black Ice Terrace period, the place where Yuan himself had broken his spear and left.

It was where Sangha took away the remnant of Wei Yuan's true spirit from the jade dragon pendant.

…

Beside the Huai River.

At the location very close to the Xiang River.

Wei Yuan had emerged from the water, the water flowing away naturally without wetting his clothes. He stood on the bank, quietly looking at the scenery, slightly lost in thought. What he saw here was already completely different from what he remembered in his true spirit's memory. Looking into the distance, the place where three thousand convicts had once been ordered by the First Emperor to destroy mountains and temples had once again become lush and green.

He wondered if the two goddesses of the Xiang River had recovered.

The enmity of thousands of years ago shouldn't be remembered for so long…

Besides, although they were alive in the era of Yuan, he shouldn't have met them.

Hmm? Wait, when Yu got married, did they go to Tushan?

Yu seemed to be a minister at that time.

Was it a little too conspicuous when I smashed that can back then…

Wei Yuan pondered.

Immediately, he mocked himself in his heart.

How could a real man be so hesitant and timid?!

Wei Yuan felt at ease and moved two steps to the side.

After thinking about it, he quietly moved another step.

Then he took out the jade dragon pendant. There was very little spirituality left in this jade pendant, but when it reappeared in this particularly special place for the jade dragon pendant, it still stimulated some of the remaining traces in this ancient object. Wei Yuan clasped the jade pendant in his fingers, closed his eyes slightly, and actively contacted these few traces of spirituality.

…

Soon, Wei Yuan opened his eyes again, frowning slightly.

Unlike when he came into contact with ancient objects containing the aura of Wei Yuan's true spirit.

The jade dragon pendant could not allow Wei Yuan to recall what had happened before. There was no doubt that Sangha and the Buddhist sect had done a thorough and absolute job, truly understanding the essence of cutting grass and digging up roots. Wei Yuan had expected this. He took out the jade talisman and activated the Mountain God decree in his hand. 138 Chinese network reading

After killing the Sakurajima divinity, Wei Yuan's attainments in illusion techniques had improved greatly.

He created a square illusion to isolate himself, preventing the leakage of his aura.

Then he personally grasped the remaining trace of true spirit on the jade dragon pendant.

Generally speaking, to divine the whereabouts of something or someone, one needs something related to that person.

That is, the so-called object of affinity.

Wei Yuan felt that if he wanted to divine the location of his remaining true spirit, nothing could be more effective than himself.

This is me using myself to divine myself, Wei Yuan silently complained in his heart, but the movements of his hands did not stop.

The decree transformed by the divinity of the age of gods, coupled with a divination object with an extremely high degree of compatibility.

Based on the numbers that appeared in his mind, Wei Yuan casually drew a *bagua* (eight trigrams) on the ground, unlocked the *bagua*, and then closed his eyes. His soul entered a dream, vaguely grasping the location of his true spirit. In a trance, Wei Yuan vaguely saw that 'self', wearing a deep red monk's robe, with one hand raised in front of his chest, barefoot on a lotus flower.

A handsome falcon perched on his shoulder.

He looked like a Buddhist martial god, with both compassion and wrathful demon-subduing intent.

Wei Yuan's eyes froze, and then became even more deep and silent. This true spirit itself came from the end of the Qin Dynasty. He had experienced the emergence of heroes in the late years of the Six Kingdoms, and he had also experienced the magnificence of the Qin Dynasty conquering the world. He had arrogantly conquered beyond the East Sea, and he had also been displaced and wandered in the troubled times. Finally, he stubbornly fell on the road during his revenge.

Throughout his life, he fought for his country.

After death, part of the traces left by his true spirit flew into the jade dragon pendant.

However, it was extracted and refined by a foreign monk during the Tang Dynasty, and turned into his guardian deity.

Even the Iron Eagle War Sword of the Black Ice Terrace of the Great Qin Dynasty had been transformed into the divine beast of this guardian deity. That was the Black Ice Terrace that spread its wings over China, fighting for the Great Qin Dynasty, but it had become a guardian deity who followed a foreign monk. This alone made Wei Yuan subconsciously raise his right hand, clench it subconsciously, and want to draw his sword.

It wasn't until he touched empty air that Wei Yuan calmed down.

He realized that he was now Wei Yuan, and that there was no longer that Great Qin war sword behind him.

He closed his eyes and calmed his mind.

In the picture he divined, this guardian deity was in a place that radiated light everywhere.

After thinking about it, Wei Yuan tried to connect with his true spirit again, not to instantly merge it, but to see from a bystander's perspective what the situation was with his true spirit, to integrate the knowledge within, but not directly assimilate the true spirit, so that he could obtain the knowledge and methods he needed, and also avoid exposure.

At that moment, Wei Yuan's eyes lit up, as if he had truly arrived at a spiritual mountain paradise.

Jade palaces, Qionghua flowers, everything was available.

The lotus platform was like white jade, and the Buddhist instruments were decorated with gold powder.

Golden lotuses emerged from the earth, and heavenly flowers fell in disorder, a beautiful sight to behold.

It looked extravagant, rich and solemn, a magnificence that did not exist in the human world. Everywhere was white jade, and of course, it looked very pure, but how could this be considered pure and free? The guardian deity, who was originally among the Buddhas and gods, opened his eyes, looked around at the Buddhas, and saw that these Buddha statues were illusory and not real.

He saw that their cores were all *śarīra* (relics).

These *śarīra* emitted a soft golden Buddha light, which eventually converged into Buddha statues, and then evolved into this Buddhist spectacle.

*Śarīra* were the manifestation of the cultivation of Buddhist monks.

And this so-called Buddhist Pure Land, was it built with the *śarīra* of Buddhist predecessors? Ban Dingyuan had led martial arts disciples to create a true Western Regions Great Wall, and Zhang Daoling had created the Great Dream Heavenly Court of thousands of years of true cultivation based on the cultivation of successive generations of true cultivators. That was people-oriented, the last effort made by successive generations of true cultivators to protect the human world.

And what Wei Yuan saw before him was almost a real creation of the Western Paradise, the Buddhist Pure Land.

Based on the inheritance of the remains of many Buddhist monks and Zen sects.

Creating Buddhas and Bodhisattvas who were higher than all living beings, creating true 'gods'.

And this was completely different from the Taoist talisman Heavenly Court, a Pure Land dominated by gods.

Without the Buddhas, there would still be many hidden dangers and influences left behind. Only the Chan sect cultivated the mind. Now that they had truly taken advantage of the era of spiritual energy recovery to create 'Buddhas', wouldn't they want to spread their way in the territory of China? What were these Buddhist disciples trying to do?!

Wei Yuan's emotions surged in his heart.

Even if he instantly realized that something was wrong and immediately restrained himself, it was still a little late.

That trace of emotion, at this moment, in this spiritual mountain Pure Land, seemed extremely jarring and noisy. The solemn and vast chanting sound froze for a moment. The gods, who were sitting cross-legged on white jade lotus platforms and holding golden Dharma instruments, turned their heads, their faces as compassionate as one, like stone sculptures carved out of a millstone, covered with sacred gold powder, sitting upright on the white jade lotus platforms.

They looked at the guardian deity who showed humanity in his eyes.

Wei Yuan suddenly realized that compassion without fluctuation was no different from being expressionless.

If there was no warmth in the eyes, what was the difference between gods and demons?

These sacred Buddhas were not as real and lovable as the monks who argued loudly with him about getting barbecue.

One of the majestic and powerful Buddhas seemed to perceive the reason, put his hands together, and solemnly shouted:

"Who goes there?"

"Dare to窥视(peep) my Western Paradise, Great Thunderclap Temple!"

"Why don't you quickly surrender!"

After saying that, he reached out his hand to grab Wei Yuan.

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