Chapter 12 The early stage of spiritual immortality
"Manjusri, you'd better think twice before you act. The nectar of the Heart-Eating Zhulan is a body-building treasure. Whether it is given to your subordinates or taken by yourself, it can help you accumulate wealth and reputation."
"Besides, the land in the West has always been barren. This spiritual plant is in the Golden Immortal realm. It has a strong foundation and a tenacious life. It will be an excellent help for you."
"In my opinion, why not plant this spirit in a corner first, and wait until you break through to the Golden Immortal realm in the future, and then take action to subdue it, wouldn't it be even more powerful?"
Bodhi persuaded with earnest words.
Ever since Manjusri said he wanted to kill Heart-Eating Zhulan, he was really shocked.
The resources of the West are exhausted, and there are a large number of low-level creatures, almost all of whom are involved in practicing physical skills.
If you can completely subdue these spiritual plants, you will definitely be able to win over people's hearts and increase your prestige.
"Manjusri, you'd better think carefully."
Bodhi emphasized again.
As the Gengdu Mountains were restored, the Second Saint's debt to Heaven and Earth was greatly reduced. Because of this, Bodhi issued reminders many times.
The sound of chains clanking sounded, as clear and sweet as the sound of nature.
The heart-devouring Zhu Lan, who was blocking out the sky and the sun, remained frightened and uneasy, and was sealed on the spot by densely packed runes.
The vast power of the saint turned into a dense chain to surround it, as majestic and heavy as a mountain, making it unable to even struggle.
The powerful and majestic Golden Immortal is now like a stripped chick, trembling with fear, waiting for death to come.
It exuded waves of begging for mercy, but it never made the plain white figure change its mind.
Manjusri was unmoved. He shook his head and said with deep eyes.
"Senior, I understand what you are saying, but the existence of this heart-eating chrysanthemum not only squeezes out the living space of a large number of natural and earthly treasures, but also binds and kills the passing creatures, while occupying a huge amount of land.
The damage it causes cannot be compensated for by a little nectar."
"Besides, I have never had any intention of cultivating my physical body. This spiritual implant is completely useless to me. In the future, I will have to waste time and carefully take care of it, and work hard to place and feed it. It is really useless in comparison.
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"From the perspective of a long stream of water, the existence of Heart-Eating Zhulan does more harm than good. Moreover, it is sinful, stained with blood, and cannibalizes countless passing creatures. If it is not killed, it will not be enough for the people to be angry."
Hearing this, Bodhi frowned slightly and gave up his intention to continue persuading.
He looked at Manjusri, his eyes full of disappointment.
"I hope you won't regret it."
Bodhi waved his sleeves with a dissatisfied look on his face, and the majestic power of heaven and earth descended.
Without any fancy spells, Heart-Eating Zhulan was directly crushed to pieces by Bodhi's terrifying power before she could react.
Bang!
The deafening explosion suddenly occurred to me, and the Heart-Eating Zhulan exploded like fireworks, with shattering fragments scattered all over the sky.
The majestic vines with a radius of thousands of miles, as well as those delicate and bright pink flowers, suddenly withered and shriveled.
They lose water at a speed visible to the naked eye, and as the breeze passes by, they turn into fly ash all over the mountains and plains.
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Manjusri bowed and saluted Bodhi, but the latter walked away with a cold face, as if he didn't want to get along with him at all.
The towering vegetation was shattered, revealing the huge round and wide roots below.
It was cut very flat, with a deep pit filled with cyan liquid hidden inside. When it was suddenly exposed to the sun, it emitted bursts of birdna smoke.
Manjusri took off his clothes, jumped directly into the cyan liquid, and reached out to touch it back and forth.
After a long time, he finally touched a soft object, and when he fished it out, it turned out to be a piece of sticky clay.
This is the heart of Zhu Lan.
Inside the heart, it contains the spiritual power accumulated through years of practice, as well as the vitality drawn from countless living beings.
Manjusri held it in the palm of his hand, and the breath of spring light came to his face.
The fresh and fragrant smell of life made him feel as if he was in a silent forest, surrounded by green ancient trees and vines.
Manjusri exhaled, slowly sat down in the cyan liquid, held his thick heart in his arms, and started to activate the exercises to absorb the majestic spiritual energy.
The vivid vision of transpiration appears along with the surge of spiritual power.
Continuous green vines condense around Manjusri out of thin air.
They are criss-crossed and turned into bird's nests, with a rich green light lying inside. There is no hint of killing, but instead they are flourishing and swallowing spiritual power.
Delicate petals fall from the sky, fragrant wherever they go, making the scene as beautiful as a dream.
The majestic and surging vitality flows through the body like rolling waves, making a deafening dragon roar, filling the limbs, bones and internal organs.
Manjusri feels like she is in a hot spring, her whole body is warm and feels indescribably comfortable.
Heart-Eating Zhulan reigned supreme here for several years, devouring more than a million innocent lives.
Because of this, the vitality contained in the heart is so rich and majestic.
Feeling the majestic aura and the gradual improvement of his realm, Manjusri's state of mind was full of bitterness.
What a loss.
Bodhi’s advice is indeed reasonable.
How could he not know that directly killing Heart-Eating Zhulan would be a loss-making business?
But Manjusri had no choice.
First, his practice reached a bottleneck.
Breaking through the immortal world is not that simple.
Even if you start over, the improvement of your realm requires countless resources from heaven and earth, and you must hone your foundation over time and slowly polish it over an extremely long period of time. Only then can you finally break through the shackles.
Unfortunately, what Manjusri lacks most is time.
The sequelae caused by the Jiuqu Yellow River Formation have not yet been completely resolved.
The hidden wound of lack of life turned into a sharp sword blade, sticking tightly to Manjusri's neck.
If he cannot improve his realm quickly, his body will age at an extremely fast speed. It will not take long at all before it will rot into mud due to aging and be completely lost in the long river of history.
Only by breaking through the immortals as quickly as possible can we get a chance to breathe, and the vitality of Heart-Eating Zhulan is Manjusri's only choice.
Secondly, his resources cannot make ends meet.
The Gengdu Mountain Range is being repaired in full swing, but behind it are a lot of natural materials and treasures, which were caused by recklessly smashing in.
As the ferocious beasts and poisonous plants are gradually cleared out, hundreds of abandoned dojos emerge, which requires a large amount of resources to be organized and planned to transplant resources.
If it weren't for the constant help of a few golden immortal friends, I'm afraid I would have stopped long ago due to lack of money.
However, this situation is inevitable and was expected by Manjusri.
Now is the initial cultivation stage, and the aura of the land has not yet had time to relax. It requires patient waiting and continuous dedication to cultivate it into a fruitful treasure land.
Eighty percent of the Gengdu Mountain Range has been restored, and all the seeds planted are the seeds of natural and earthly treasures, and all the cubs raised are the cubs of birds and beasts.
Manjusri once made a rough calculation and found that the first batch of resources will be harvested in the spring four months later.
Ordinary winter plants will usher in a bumper harvest, animal cubs will wake up from their slumber, and the output will skyrocket as the dojo's foundation improves.
However, during this period of time, Manjusri had no other progress except the Eight Treasures Merit Pool, so he had no choice but to wait.
Only by breaking through the shackles and reaching Lingxian can we get more opportunities.
Besides, Lu Chuan’s inheritance is right in front of you.
The cultivation of the light path is imminent, and only after you have stepped through the threshold of spiritual immortals can you begin to study it.
Every piece of planning is based on the realm of spiritual beings.
The novice monk beat the wooden fish and recited some harsh ancient scriptures in his mouth. As the blue liquid gradually dropped, the breath of Manjusri became thicker and thicker.
As time went by, a large number of birds flew out of his seven orifices.
The birds come to life, with red halos appearing behind their backs, and their breath is bright and warm.
They flapped their wings and flew in the air, following a special trajectory to form a mysterious formation and slowly rotate.
The dazzling and vast brilliance of the sun exudes the purest charm in the world, and the formation condensed by the birds calls the world between heaven and earth.
The light penetrates the soil domineeringly and shines on the bones in the deepest part.
These are the corpses of creatures that fell here.
They were brutally devoured by the Heart-Eating Julan, and their bones were not spared. They were buried in the deepest part and used as nourishment for the growth of the root.
The fear of death, the desire for life, and the resentment of this place turn them into cruel and cruel injustice.
Such an existence cannot be saved and reincarnated by the underworld.
They will remain in the human world and harm all sentient beings. If they are not killed in advance, they will cause a huge range of devastation.
The magnificent and powerful radiance of the sun is the greatest nemesis of these evildoers!
The dazzling light penetrated the soil domineeringly, shining on the wronged soul, burning it into holes.
They melted instantly like ice and snow, and the smoke emitted into the bird's eye swaying into the sky.
At the same time, the mysterious formation where the birds gathered suddenly began to tremble violently.
They gathered together on top of Manjusri's head and emitted a dense and loud cry!
Under the cry, golden light suddenly spread all over the sky.
Birds, like mud cows, merge into the sea and become the sun, suddenly swallowing Manjusri inside their bodies.
The sun is rolling like a dough, and the powerful aura rises and falls like waves.
In an instant, a big three-legged bird whose body was gilded flew out of the sun.
Its wings are slender, its body is elegant, its feathers are exquisite and luxurious, and its eye sockets are burning with bright flames. It holds Manjusri firmly and flies high towards the sun star.
Inside the heavens.
The "Vajra Prajna Sutra" shone brightly and was slowly opened in front of the novice monk, and countless golden Buddhist texts floated out.
As the earth's veins tumble, wind, rain, thunder and lightning, clouds, mist, ice and snow appear simultaneously in the vast sky.
The area of the heavens suddenly expanded several times, and the pearls of light circulated in the morning, adding spirituality to the heavens and the earth.
Incense burner, treasure lid, sword of wisdom, bell.
The four treasures suddenly rose into the sky and spread out in the grassland wind, east, west, north and south, with the prototype of the light group gestating in the center.
The treasures inside quickly condensed, and the illusory long prototype was looming.
Katcha~
As if an eggshell was broken, numerous cracks appeared on the outside of the light mass, and a translucent white porcelain bottle floated out from the inside.
Container!
At this time, Manjusri sat on a three-legged bird and rushed up into the sky.
As he shuttled through the vast sea of clouds, his lofty ideals arose spontaneously, and the shackles that plagued his realm were boldly broken.
The early stage of spiritual immortality!
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Chishui River.
Huge hailstones hit the wide water surface, making a dense muffled sound.
The heavy snowflakes fall slowly along with the hail, rendering it into a world covered in silver.
The ice and snow lasted for several days.
Fish and shrimps are hiding at the bottom of the river, gathering together to keep warm and avoid the sudden severe cold.
Dozens of spirits show their magical powers to change the traces of falling hailstones, thereby protecting the fragile water-clearing corals.
Youjie sat in front of the palace door, looking up at the water with deep eyes.
Winter is here.
Ever since the news of Ao Xing's death spread back to the east, Youjie's mood suddenly dropped to rock bottom.
His current situation is like those wild beasts without nests, helplessly heading towards death in an environment of ice and snow.
"Father."
You He looked worried and walked out of the palace.
"I heard that the South China Sea has been quite uneasy during this period. Many princes and princesses of the Dragon Clan are fighting openly and secretly to seize and divide the waters of His Highness Ao Xing."
Youjie sighed, full of regret.
"When a tree falls, the monkey will scatter. This is an unchangeable truth. Fortunately, the Chishui River will belong to the Thirteenth Princess in the future. Otherwise, how would we have survived?"
"However, the Ao Li family is weak and has a pure and kind character. It is difficult to escape from the whirlpool of the struggle. If it were not for the support of His Highness's former followers, I am afraid that even the Chishui River would belong to others."
When Youjie said this, he felt frightened.
He is too old, his body is gradually decaying, and his soul is turbid. He is like a dying old man, lingering in his last days.
Ao Xing missed the friendship in the past and did not dislike it because of it, so that You Jie could comfortably retire again.
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But if the master changes, who would be willing to use an old guy like him? I'm afraid they can't wait to support their confidants.
Because of this, he felt terrified.
Thirteenth Princess, Ao Li.
She is Ao Xing's favorite sister. She has the blood of the horned dragon flowing in her body, and she was recognized as the owner of the innate spiritual treasure Baisha when she was born.
Now, Ao Li has obtained Ao Xing's legacy. In addition to a large area of water, there are also many confidants and pursuers, and the limelight is booming.
Her mother clan benefited a lot from this, and her grandfather took the initiative to wake up from her deep sleep, taking her with her and teaching her carefully.
This new star will rise slowly in the South China Sea and even reach an insurmountable height in Aoxing.
Thinking of this, You Jie suddenly felt lonely. He gently pulled You He's sleeve and said.
"Child, let's go and leave Chishui River."
Hearing this, You He immediately asked in confusion.
"Father, why do you want to drive me away suddenly? Ao Li is His Highness's most trusted sister. She will not kill us or eliminate dissidents."
Youjie shook his head helplessly and said earnestly.
"Child, your ideas are too naive."
"The Dragon Clan seeks merit by moving clouds and spreading rain, and controls the ancient rivers, lakes and seas. The benefits are more than meets the eye. The power struggle here is like a swamp that swallows up all things."
"They have always respected strength, and the weak will be thrown into the corner at will. Ao Li has a kind and upright character, but her grandfather has been released from seclusion. After being coaxed by her elders, who can guarantee that her mind will not change?"
"How tragic the Nanhai Rebellion was, as a father, I saw it clearly. The top management was indifferent, ruthless, mediocre and cunning. As Ao Xing's old troops, we definitely had no chance of survival. Silly boy, take this opportunity and leave quickly.
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You He was quick in thinking and immediately understood the reason.
He quickly knelt on the ground and held Youjie's hand.
"Father, let's go together."
"No, it can't be done." Youjie coughed twice and continued.
"My body has been branded with the Dragon Clan's mark. I can't escape even to the ends of the earth. Besides, I am the owner of the Chishui River. A sudden escape will definitely lead to pursuit. Only by staying here can I force the other party to fight for you first."
What a machine."
"Besides, I have devoted all my efforts and youth to this body of water. It would be the best place for me to die here when I die. Don't worry, I'm too old. They won't even bother to do anything to me. Instead, they will send new ones.
The river master took care of me until I died, to show the dragon clan’s caring heart.”
"But, father, where can I go?"
"Xingfang, where are you? There is still an unresolved relationship."