The Immortal Seeker: Legend of Bronze Mirror-Chapter 838 - 388: Living Buddha

The night wind atop Shaoshi Mountain, carrying the sounds of the ancient temple's bells and chimes from millennia past, swept across Xu Qing's gray Daoist robe.

He stood with his hands behind his back on the flying eaves of the Scripture Pavilion, the moonlight outlining his lean silhouette, merging with the vastness of the heavens and earth.

The tremors of enlightenment continued to resonate within his heart.

At the same time, the primordial spirit in Xu Qing's sea of consciousness emanated a green glow, reflecting scenes of the vast desert: Wuhua kneeled on a sand dune, behind him a gigantic statue formed by Buddha light devoured the stars and moon, creating an eerie and terrifying sight.

"So that's how it is." Xu Qing murmured softly, his voice carrying a hint of sudden realization mingled with solemnity.

He arrived at the rooftop of the Heavenly Lake Abbot's meditation room, drawing his fingers like a blade lightly across the glazed tiles, which parted at the touch, revealing a Beidou Seven Stars Array Pattern beneath the surface of the Cold Jade Bed, etched away by Xu Qing's Innate Finger Power.

"The Ice Soul aura on the Cold Jade Bed actually shares the same origin as the Jade Buddha on Wuhua."

After Xu Qing whispered to himself,

suddenly purple qi surged from the northwest sky, like a strange curtain slowly unfurling across the night sky.

Xu Qing's pupils shrank, seeing within the purple qi faintly the soul-hooking Netherworld Lock Chain of the Underworld's emissary, emitting a cold glimmer that sent chills down one's spine.

"The Underworld?" Xu Qing's heart tightened, instantly grasping the mystery within. 𝓯𝙧𝓮𝓮𝒘𝓮𝙗𝙣𝒐𝒗𝒆𝓵.𝓬𝓸𝒎

The End of Dharma era was about to end, as gods, ghosts, immortals, and buddhas awaken, an unprecedented upheaval quietly approaches.

He sensed it, looking towards another direction, then lightly tapped his toe, his form descending like flowing clouds, landing in front of an old monk in a blink of an eye.

It was the person from the heavenly peak.

"This is the compilation of your monastery's Nine Yang Technique from my humble self, as a token of gratitude for the disturbance caused in your Scripture Pavilion over many days." Xu Qing casually took out a scroll and handed it to the person from the heavenly peak.

The person from the heavenly peak took the scroll, and with just one glance, couldn't help but tremble slightly.

The scripture on the scroll, with its majestic and vigorous strokes, far surpassed the profundity and mystery of Shaolin Temple's Nine Yang Technique, seemingly combining the Golden Bell Shield and Nine Yang Technique into a brand new martial arts system.

"This... this is..." the person from the heavenly peak was shocked beyond words, wanting to say something, but found Xu Qing had already left under the moon, disappearing into the night with only a faint silhouette remaining.

The primordial spirit in Xu Qing's sea of consciousness emanated a green glow, reflecting scenes of the vast desert: Wuhua kneeled on a sand dune, behind him a gigantic statue formed by Buddha light devoured the stars and moon, creating an eerie and terrifying sight. He sighed in his heart, knowing that a catastrophe was inevitable, and he feared he could not remain uninvolved.

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Deep in the desert, yellow sands filled the sky.

Shi Guanyin's bronze carriage sped over the flowing sands, pulled by eight corpses of experts from the Western Vajra Sect. These experts, in their lifetime, were external experts, diligently practicing Shaolin's Golden Bell Shield, Great Vajra Finger, and other external powers, training their skeletal structure to a faint golden hue. Yet now they had become mindless zombies, manipulated by Shi Guanyin's mysterious spell as they raced through the desert.

At this moment, Shi Guanyin no longer the beautiful enchanting woman she once was; but a fusion of an Evil Buddha within the Jade Buddha and Shi Guanyin, exuding an aura both sinister and powerful.

She walked barefoot over the carriage floor's Mandala Array, the silver bells on her ankles emitting a crisp sound, like a call from the Yellow Springs.

Wuhua, pierced through the clavicle by Buddha Light Chains, kneeled inside the carriage, watching helplessly as his blood dripped onto the floor, forming eerie patterns.

His eyes were filled with pain and despair, yet also holding a sliver of defiance and stubbornness.

"Do you know why this Buddha chose you?" Shi Guanyin's voice came from all directions, like an invisible shackle seizing Wuhua's throat.

The fierce wind suddenly fell still, sand grains suspended in the air, forming countless Dharma Forms of Buddha, appearing solemn and grand under the moonlight, yet exuding an indescribable strangeness.

Wuhua lifted his head, seeing his mother's brow manifest a swastika blood seal, his heart wrenching with pain.

"Because you are the child of Buddha and demon," Shi Guanyin chuckled softly, her fingertip gently tapping Wuhua's forehead, "Back then, when I carried you, I saw in the Aurora..."

Her words abruptly halted as a cold light suddenly tore through the void like a bolt of lightning, slicing through the desert darkness. The golden bell tied to the sword tassel shattered the myriad sand buddhas, emitting a clear sound.

"Supreme."

Shi Guanyin suddenly screamed, her incomparably beautiful face crawling with web-like cracks, her entire being seemingly aged decades in an instant. The gigantic Buddha light statue behind her collapsed with a crash, turning into countless sand grains that scattered with the wind.

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In the Capital, this first grand city of the time, meticulously managed by Kublai for over ten years, appeared exceptionally prosperous under the afterglow of the setting sun.

On the streets, people bustled about, streams of people and carriages passing by, merchants among the Semu people and Han people shouted loudly in different languages, selling various goods. Taverns, teahouses, pawnshops, silk shops, and other stores lined the streets, with signs swaying in the wind, creating a lively scene.

Yet beneath this prosperous facade, countless undercurrents and crises were hidden. The Great Yuan Emperor Kublai sat on the Dragon Throne, his expression heavy, his heart filled with worry. His Crown Prince Zhenjin had fallen seriously ill, and among his sons, the only one who could inherit his legacy, in Kublai's mind, was none other than Crown Prince Zhenjin.

Zhenjin was unlike the typical Mongolian royal family. Kublai deeply understood the principle of 'gaining the world on horseback cannot govern the world on horseback,' so very early on he entrusted Zhenjin's education to the Han Confucian scholar Yao Shu. Later, as Yao Shu accompanied Kublai on a campaign to Dali, he ordered Dou Mo to succeed as the teacher, becoming Zhenjin's second mentor.