"Master!"
Xu Changsheng shouted nervously. He immediately supported the old monk and sat down on a stone bench in the courtyard of the ancient temple.
The old monk adjusted his breath slightly. His usually ruddy face turned as white as a sheet of paper.
His strong muscles deflated like a deflated balloon.
His burly body returned to its previous skinny appearance.
The old monk's breath was weak. His eyes flickered as he said,"This old monk comes from the Great Xuankong Temple in the Central Plains. My Dharma name is Huiming. I followed my master into the mortal world to train since the Mortal Realm and have almost traveled all over the Central Plains.”
"After I cultivated to the Sarira Realm, I left the Great Xuankong Temple to look for the demon who killed my master.”
"Master…"
Xu Changsheng listened attentively to the old monk's recollection and told his story.
This tone, this state.
Xu Changsheng had a bad feeling. He was afraid that Old Monk Hui Ming could not hold on any longer and would pass away in the next moment to meet the Buddha of the Western Paradise.
"When I was in the Yan Country, I passed by the Black Mountain and saw the demonic qi soaring into the sky in the deep mountains, so I wanted to subdue the demons in the Black Mountain.”
"I didn't expect the Witch of the Black Mountain to be so powerful that I couldn't subdue it directly.”
"Thus, I settled down in this ancient temple to keep the Black Mountain under control. I didn't want the old demon of the Black Mountain to harm others!”
The old monk put his palms together and lowered his eyes. His long white eyebrows dragged on the ground as he chanted,""Amitabha…"
After a while.
The old monk did not move.
Xu Changsheng nudged Old Monk Hui Ming.
"Master?"
Xu Changsheng's heart skipped a beat, and his expression changed.
"Not good, Master has passed away!"
The old monk suddenly woke up. His white eyebrows trembled a few times, and his breath drifted as he said,"Master…Master hasn't passed away yet…"
Xu Changsheng slapped the old monk's face and said hurriedly," Master, you can't sleep!"
"She fell asleep and might never wake up.”
The old monk nodded and circulated the Six Wisdom Brahma Heart Sutra to regulate his breathing.
Buddhist chants lingered in the air. Black smoke rose from the top of the old monk's head, forcing out the demonic power of the Witch of the Black Mountain. A faint Buddhist light appeared on his skinny upper body.
The sudden appearance of Buddha light was one of the characteristics of a Buddhist expert who was about to enter the Buddha Light Realm!
If the old monk had not met the Witch of the Black Mountain, perhaps he would have been an expert of the Buddha's Light Realm by now.
Unfortunately, the old monk was seriously injured. It would be difficult for him to survive, let alone enter the Buddha's Light Realm.
Xu Chang was afraid that the old monk would fall asleep, so he chatted with him.
"Master, what realm is the Witch of the Black Mountain at? He is so powerful that he can't even defeat Master, who is in the Sarira Realm?”
The old monk replied in a low voice,"The Witch of the Black Mountain was originally a tree demon. I'm afraid it's only a few hundred years old."”
"However, because he grew up in a mass grave and absorbed the resentment, fiendish aura, and demonic nature of the mass grave day and night, his cultivation base is comparable to a thousand-year-old demon!”
Demons were not like humans, who took a hundred years to grow.
After gaining intelligence, it was equivalent to the Wisdom Root Realm or the Qi Refining Realm.
Three hundred years of cultivation, but he was only in the Mortal Realm or the Foundation Establishment Realm.
Five hundred years of cultivation, comparable to the Mirror Pedestal Stage or Mortal Shedding Stage.
A thousand years of cultivation was equivalent to the Sarira realm or the Golden Core realm.
Fiendish demons cultivated so slowly that they had accumulated a lot of experience. They were generally more powerful than humans in the same realm.
The Witch of the Black Mountain had only been a demon for a few hundred years, but because of the mass graves, he had become an old demon with a cultivation of a thousand years.
As a result, even the old monk from the Great Xuankong Temple might not be a match for the Witch of the Black Mountain.
After all, the Great Xuankong Temple was one of the three ancestral courts of the Buddhist League!
As the old monk was talking to Xu Changsheng, his white eyebrows trembled violently.
"This is bad. The Witch of the Black Mountain is still trying to test us!”
"You've just been repelled, yet you're still here to probe?"
Xu Changsheng frowned.
The old monk said,"Buddhists cultivate the heart. When they cultivate to the Mirror Stage Realm, they will be able to clean up the dusty Mirror Stage in their hearts. They will also have a strong sense of inspiration (the sixth sense).”
"If my inspiration appears, it will be very effective.”
"Xuan Kong, hurry up and bring out the water vat from the side hall!" the old monk urged.”
Since it was a matter of life and death, Xu Changsheng did not hesitate at all. He turned around and ran into the side hall.
The water tank in the side hall was huge and almost as tall as a person. It was responsible for the old monk and Xu Changsheng's daily meals and washing.
Xu Changsheng had just filled the water tank today.
With the water in the water tank, it weighed at least 1000 pounds.
However, it was not a problem for Xu Changsheng, who had cultivated the Tendon Changing Classic to the third level.
Xu Changsheng's arms were as wide as an ape's. He hugged the water tank and shouted in a low voice.
"Rise!"
The heavy water tank rose.
The clear water in the water tank swayed.
Xu Changsheng strode forward and carried the 1000-pound water tank. He walked swiftly to the old monk and put it down with a thud.
The old monk stood up and suddenly cut open his left palm with his fingers, letting his blood flow into the water vat.
The clear water in the water tank quickly turned red.
Xu Changsheng was so shocked that he hurriedly stopped him. He said in anger and doubt,""Master, what are you doing?"
The old monk pushed Xu Changsheng aside with one hand and continued to bleed him while explaining,"
"I'm almost at the Buddha Light Realm. Although my body doesn't have any fragrance, my blood is Buddha blood and has the power of Buddha.”
"Later, I will teach you the Shurangama Mantra of the Great Buddha.”
"When the time comes, I'll use my kasaya and dip it in the water that has been infused with Buddha's blood. I'll write as many Shurangama Mantras as I can on the walls, pillars, and stone steps of the ancient temple!”
"There will definitely be a death tribulation tonight. If we survive it, the two of us will die!”
The old monk's tone was solemn. Xu Changsheng knew that this calamity was most likely going to be disastrous and that he would have a slim chance of survival!
After dripping the Buddha's blood, the old monk's aura became even weaker. He could not stand at all and almost fell to the ground.
Fortunately, Xu Changsheng held the old monk in time and made him sit in the lotus position. Then, he began to impart the Shurangama Mantra.
The old monk's injuries were too severe. His dry lips could only move a few times, causing his voice to be too soft.
Xu Changsheng could only listen to the old monk's words and memorize them with his heart.
" All Buddhas of the Ten Directions were born. The Ten Directions Tathagata gained the supreme consciousness because of this mantra. The Ten Directions Tathagata held this mantra and subdued all demons and evil…"
"... At that time, the Blessed One, from the bun of flesh, a hundred treasure lights surged out. The Thousand Leaves Treasure Lotus had transformed into the Tathagata. It sat in the treasure, emitting ten rays of light from the top, and the hundred treasures were bright..."
The complex and awkward Sanskrit chants entered Xu Changsheng's ears.
Then, they turned into golden Sanskrit that lingered in Xu Changsheng's mind.
After reciting it once, the old monk stopped and asked,""Have you memorized the first time?"
"I know it's very difficult. Back then, I had to memorize it for three days and three nights, even copying it from the back.”
"However, time is of the essence. Once night falls, the Witch of the Black Mountain will definitely launch a probing attack. There is not much time for you to memorize, so you must memorize it!”
"I'll read it to you again…"
"There's no need, Master. I've memorized it.”
Xu Changsheng said to the old monk who was about to recite the Shurangama Mantra.
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