Xu Changsheng laughed out loud and slapped a leaf of autumn.""You have a pure heart."
"In time, your golden core will definitely be formed!”
Autumn Leaf said happily,""Master Xuan Kong, is that true?"
"I've been stuck at the advanced stage of the Mortal Shedding realm for several years. Master said that I'm stupid and haven't condensed a golden core yet.”
Xu Changsheng put his palms together and chanted,""Amitabha. Monks don't lie. Patron, you're only half a step away from forming a Golden Core.”
"Right, what realm is the Nether Spring Blood Demon you mentioned?”
Autumn Leaf thought for a moment and replied in a deep voice,""I heard that he's at the advanced stage of the Body Integration realm. However, this time, he's making a comeback and has plundered the spiritual power of heaven and earth and the fate of the righteous path. I'm afraid he'll break through to the Tribulation realm!”
"The Body Integration Realm, the Tribulation Transcendence Realm…
That's equivalent to the Buddhist cultivation's Hinayana Realm or Nirvana Realm.”
The Buddhist cultivation realms, from low to high, were: Wisdom Root, Dust, Mirror, Sarira, Buddha's Light, Golden Body, Hinayana, Nirvana, Perfection (Mahayana).
The cultivation realms, from low to high, were: Qi Refinement, Foundation Establishment, Rebirth, Golden Core, Nascent Soul, Soul Clone, Body Integration, Tribulation Transcendence, Mahayana.
As for demons and mountain spirits, their cultivation realms were determined by years.
For example, a thousand-year cultivation was equivalent to a Golden Core realm cultivator, and a three-thousand-year cultivation was equivalent to a Nascent Soul realm cultivator.
Five thousand years of cultivation was equivalent to the Soul Clone Realm.
If it was a ten-thousand-year-old demon, it would be the same as a Body Integration Realm cultivator.
But in reality, demons of the same realm were slightly stronger than cultivators.
Seeing Fu Qingfeng and Fu Yuechi riding away, Xu Changsheng hurriedly said,""Patron, let's set off quickly.”
"If we don't hurry up, they'll run away without a trace.”
"Alright, let's set off quickly."”
The two of them were flying and easily caught up with Fu Qingfeng and Fu Yuechi.
Fu Yuechi rode his horse closer to her sister and whispered,""Sister, look, Master Xuan Kong and Autumn Leaf are catching up.”
Fu Qingfeng looked back and exclaimed,""He is indeed an expert."
"If we had such cultivation, wouldn't it be easy for us to save father?”
"After we rescue Father, why don't we take Master Xuan Kong as our master?" Fu Yuechi said.”
Fu Qingfeng rolled his eyes at Fu Yuechi and said unhappily,""Do you want to be a nun?"
Fu Yuechi said indignantly,""You can't say that. We can cultivate with hair!”
Fu Qingfeng shook his head and said,""You're dreaming. You're still cultivating with your hair on.”
"The Buddhist Sect has strict rules. How can it be as easy as you think?”
"Sister, look, Master Xuan Kong has two female ghosts by his side, so how could he not have two beautiful sisters like us?"
Fu Qingfeng glanced at his mischievous sister and laughed."You're so smug."
Fu Yuechi giggled and changed his tone."Speaking of which, don't you think Master Xuan Kong is very handsome?”
"We've seen so many young elites, but we've never seen anyone as handsome as Master Xuan Kong.”
"Oh my god, sister, do you know? I never thought that a bald man could be so handsome.”
Fu Qingfeng rolled his eyes at Fu Yuechi."Flower Addict."
Then, she looked at the official road in front of her and whispered,""But sister is right. Master Xuan Kong is indeed quite handsome…"
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Yan Du.
Compared to the poverty and decline of the surrounding towns, as the capital of Yan Country, it was unexpectedly prosperous.
Xu Changsheng noticed that most of the people on the streets and alleys were Buddhist devotees, and they were constantly chanting the Heart Sutra of the Prajna Paramita.
"Buddhism is prosperous and there are many good men and women. Why is there a demonic aura in the sky above Yan City?”
Xu Changsheng said with a frown.
He patrolled the area and looked at the magnificent and dazzling temple built against the mountain.
Looking at it with the naked eye, it was a grand temple that was covered in golden light and auspicious clouds.
Once Xu Changsheng opened his Dharma Eye between his eyebrows, the temple immediately revealed its original form. The green-black demon qi and the dark red karma intertwined into a wolf smoke that reached the sky.
Looking at the position of the temple, it was just opposite to the Royal Palace of Yan City. It was a rival in terms of structure and vaguely stole the luck of the Royal Palace.
"What a strong demonic aura!"
"The great fiendish demon hiding in the temple is probably much stronger than the Ancient Fiend of the Black Mountain. His cultivation is at least three thousand years old!”
Xu Changsheng thought to himself as he heard Fu Qingfeng's voice.
"Master Xuan Kong, it's close to 35 AM. We'll go to the execution ground first.”
Xu Changsheng nodded and said,"You guys go to the execution ground first. I saw a temple in the Capital of Yan that was flourishing with incense. I'll go and pay a visit."”
"Alright, then we'll go!"
Fu Qingfeng and Fu Yuechi nodded. They pulled the reins and led the others to the entrance of the market.
After parting ways with Fu Qingfeng, Fu Yuechi, and the others, Xu Changsheng went to the temple that was filled with incense alone.
Along the way, Xu Changsheng saw many good men and women. Their faces were pale and thin, but their eyes were filled with infatuation. They were chanting the Heart Sutra of the Prajna Paramita.
"This demon has done a lot of harm!”
"A fake monk dares to use Buddhism to harm people. He's courting death!”
"Hmph!" Xu Changsheng snorted coldly. His calm aura was restrained, and his deep starry eyes shone with a sharp light.
He arrived in front of the grand temple.
A white marble staircase extended from the foot of the mountain to the top.
The stairs alone were incomparable to the winding paths of Black Mountain's Huiming Temple.
Not to mention incense, the number of devotees and believers coming and going was as many as the hair on an ox.
Xu Changsheng took a step forward, wearing a brocade kasaya.
He took a second step forward and wore the Vajra Bodhi Prayer Beads around his neck.
He took a third step forward and gripped his purple-gold staff.
He took a fourth step forward and lifted the Daluo Golden Bowl with his other hand.
After four steps, Xu Changsheng had already arrived in front of the majestic mountain gate.
Golden walls, red tiles, and a plaque hung high up. On it were five large golden words written with iron hooks and silver strokes-
Pudu Cihang Temple!
"Pudu Cihang, what big words.”
"Let This Penniless Monk see what kind of monster you are!”
Just as Xu Changsheng was about to step through the gate, the guardian at the side immediately stepped forward to stop him.
"The Buddhist Sect is a pure place. No other fake monks are allowed to trespass!”
Xu Changsheng looked ahead and crossed the threshold of the temple, ignoring them.
"How dare you!"
The four or five protectors beside him drew their swords and stabbed forward.
"You are the bold ones! A mere demon dared to pretend to be a member of the Buddhist Sect and even dared to show off in front of an expert!”
Xu Changsheng was like an angry Vajra. Thunder exploded from the tip of his tongue. At the same time, he raised his purple-gold staff and slammed it on the ground.
"Thump!"
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