Chapter 221: The Divine Weapon from Beyond, Bai Ze’s Incense Offering
Indeed, what is sealed within the box is the misfortune of the Bronze Ancient Palace.
When Yixiu the monk died, he entrusted Chen Changsheng with eliminating the misfortune within his body.
However, Chen Changsheng did not do so; he chose to leave the misfortune intact.
Over a prolonged period, Chen Changsheng conducted many experiments on this misfortune. Although he never found a way to eradicate it, he gained much knowledge about it.
The deeper his understanding of the misfortune, the greater Chen Changsheng’s fear became.
He discovered that this entity could not only devour vast amounts of energy but could also grow.
As long as there was even a sliver of its essence that spread, it would quickly develop into a terrifying existence.
Based on his calculations, if this entity’s growth and spread were not restricted, it could conquer an entire continent in just a hundred years.
Once it reached that point, even if Wu Li personally intervened, it might not be able to solve the problem completely.
Wu Li could annihilate all spirits within a continent and reduce its land to fragments.
But he could not completely erase that land from this world.
As long as there was a trace left, this entity would rapidly resurrect from the ashes.
It was precisely because of this understanding of its horror that he had said back then, “Whoever dares to touch this thing, one and all, will d*e!”
With this thought, Chen Changsheng kept the box close and began to meditate with his eyes closed.
During Chen Changsheng’s meditation, the collective spiritual energy of the Buddhist Nation was converging upon him.
Among the many great adepts in the Buddhist sect, his presence was foremost.
Chen Changsheng remained in the Buddhist Nation not only to “fish” for opportunities but also to validate his hypothesis.
That hypothesis was whether the boundless Buddhist teachings could indeed save the misfortune of the Bronze Ancient Palace.
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“Little Black, why are we here?”
Looking at the ancient temple in the distance, Chen Shisan asked in confusion.
However, Bai Ze drooled, saying, “Of course, we’re here to find Tianxuan a divine weapon!”
“That place ahead is Cloud Mountain Temple; though it has fewer people, its strength is among the best in the Northern Desert.”
“In the main hall of Cloud Mountain Temple, there is a vajra pestle, which is a divine weapon from beyond.”
“Years ago, Chen Changsheng wanted to acquire this item, but considering the strength and status of Cloud Mountain Temple, he ultimately gave up.”
Hearing Bai Ze’s words, Tianxuan’s face was filled with disbelief.
“Senior Bai Ze, if even Chen Changsheng couldn’t get it, how can we?”
“Besides, the divine weapon I like is not the vajra pestle.”
Upon hearing this, Bai Ze waved its claws and said, “I know, but are we in the same position as the former Chen Changsheng?”
“Back then, Chen Changsheng had a big picture to consider, but we don’t need that now!”
“Also, I never said the vajra pestle is the only divine weapon.”
“The divine weapon that Cloud Mountain Temple initially acquired was just a stick, and they spent countless resources to eventually refine it into a vajra pestle.”
“However, according to little news, Cloud Mountain Temple never truly melted that stick; they only wrapped it in some metal.”
“Don’t you like stick-type weapons?”
“This thing is perfect for you.”
Looking at Bai Ze, who was continually wiping its drool, Tianxuan still doubted the purpose of their visit.
Having spent some time together, he had learned about this “Senior Bai Ze.”
The concept of greed was deeply ingrained in its nature.
This trip to Cloud Mountain Temple was definitely not just for some “divine weapon.”
Thinking of this, Tianxuan tentatively asked, “Senior Bai Ze, is your only reason for coming here truly just for the divine weapon?”
Facing Tianxuan’s suspicious gaze, Bai Ze reined in its expression and replied, “Our purpose in this journey is, of course, for the divine weapon.”
“However, I’ve heard there is a lotus flower in the back courtyard of Cloud Mountain Temple.”
“Since there’s a lotus flower, there must be lotus roots and lotus seeds.”
“I’m going to burn some incense and donate some oil money; having a few bites of lotus roots shouldn’t be unreasonable, right?”
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At this, Qian Bao’er beside them became speechless in an instant.
“The Seven-Colored Lotus is the temple’s treasured artifact; you actually dare to have designs on it.”
“You wouldn’t want us to become the fertilizer for the Seven-Colored Lotus now, would you?”
“It turns out that’s the Seven-Colored Lotus!”
“This is my first time hearing about it. But let’s go in and take a look first.”
“Who knows, perhaps we have an affinity with Buddha, and those monks might directly gift it to us?”
Saying this, Zhi Ze excitedly dashed forward.
Watching Zhi Ze’s retreating figure, the three exchanged glances and followed behind, slightly exasperated.
No wonder the master often says Zhi Ze is unreliable; looking at it now, that statement feels very understated.
This guy is simply audacious!
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Cloud Mountain Temple.
“Ding~”
The melodious bell chimed into everyone’s ears.
The peaceful chiming alleviated much of their fatigue along the way.
“Four benefactors, have you come to offer incense?”
A little novice approached.
Usually lazy and greedy, Bai Ze now appeared drastically different.
It stood on two legs, with its claws clasped together in a solemn demeanor, saying, “Little Master pays respects.”
“We traveled from thousands of miles away to seek peace of mind.”
“Heard that Cloud Mountain Temple has deep Buddhist ties, we wish to contribute some incense oil.”
“Amitabha!”
“Since the benefactor is sincerely here to worship, please follow the little monk.”
With that, the little novice turned and led Bai Ze and the others along.
Everyone: “……”
For the first time, we gained a new understanding of the phrase “acting like a human.”
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“Benefactor, this is the main hall.”
“Add lamp oil to the left, and draw lots on the right; please feel free, benefactors.”
After saying that, the little novice turned to leave, but Zhi Ze stared fixedly at the vajra pestle before the statue.
This item was the primary goal of their visit.
“Snap!”
Zhi Ze promptly knelt in front of the statue, then pulled out three incense sticks the thickness of an arm.
“Master Buddha above, Zhi Ze offers incense to you.”
“I hope you bless me to pick up treasures on my journey, may all my enemies perish.”
“When my wishes come true, I will certainly build a grand golden statue for you.”
Saying this, Zhi Ze inserted the three thick incense sticks into the large bronze incense burner.
After offering incense, Zhi Ze pulled out three large jars, preparing to “add oil.”
Watching this behavior, Chen Shisan couldn’t help but twitch his mouth.
“Little Black, offering incense is about sincerity; can you really do it like this?”
“You little brat, what do you know? This is called ‘the more, the merrier’; it’s just playtime!”
As Zhi Ze immersed itself in its actions, Chen Shisan shook his head and began to sincerely offer incense.
“Benefactor, aren’t you going to offer some sticks of incense?”
The wandering Tianxuan was called by a voice.
Hearing this, Tianxuan turned around and smiled, saying, “All things come from oneself; if these clay statues were truly so spiritual, there wouldn’t be so much suffering in the world.”
“Moreover, the path of cultivation is inherently against the heavens; if the heavens intend to destroy us, could the Buddha truly save us?”
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