Cultivation: I Can Reincarnate Into Various Worlds
Chapter 89, Dragon Transformation Technique (seeking continued reading)

Chapter 89: 89, Dragon Transformation Technique (seeking continued reading)

Entering a new world was not quite what Xu Xing had initially imagined.

On the gold-clear mirror surface, the Destiny in the [Taoist Fruits] column kept flickering. It seemed he had experienced countless lives before finally matching his Destiny with that of a suitable person.

The son of Grand Chancellor Wen Guang...

The Reincarnation of Bright King, as foretold by the Heavenly Dragon Temple...

Since childhood, he displayed extraordinary literary talent.

Until the age of nine, Grand Chancellor Wen Guang passed away, and the New Emperor exterminated the entire Wen Family. Master Fa Hui, who had deep ties with Wen Guang and was compassionate, couldn’t bear to see the Wen Family left without descendants. So, he secretly arranged a switch, bringing Wen Xing to the Heavenly Dragon Temple to be raised...

Now, at twenty-four, he is a True lineage disciple within the temple.

In Heavenly Dragon Temple, before the Daxiong Treasure Temple, a young monk in a grey robe knelt before a Buddha statue. He tapped a Wooden Fish, lost in thought about his origins.

Undoubtedly, being the son of the Grand Chancellor was related to his Bright Yellow Destiny [Thief Official].

The Reincarnation of Bright King corresponded to his [Bright King Body] and the cultivation school he practiced.

As for literary talent... that was his Red Fate [Wenchang].

If I had cultivated Daoist Internal Power... I probably would have been reincarnated into a Daoist School by now.

Xu Xing looked at his shiny bald head and sighed endlessly.

Of course, he was just musing. It was already fortunate to have a Cultivation Method to practice; he couldn’t afford to be picky.

It wasn’t that he hadn’t obtained Daoist Internal Power before; quite a few Cultivation Methods from the Xiaoyao Sect circulated in Reality. However, none of these methods could compare with Xuanji Temple’s signature scripture, the Eight-Armed Vajra Sutra.

Besides, with the Bronze Ancient Mirror accompanying him, switching to other Cultivation Methods in the future wouldn’t be difficult. It’s just a temporary appearance, nothing to worry about.

CREAK—

The hall door was slowly pushed open.

Master Fa Hui stepped inside, whispering to Xu Xing, "Zhi Xing... the time has come for you to avenge your father. The Empress Dowager is tormented by nightmares and finds it difficult to sleep. She has invited many High Monks into the Imperial Palace to perform rituals, but to no avail. She has also read that you possess Buddha Bone..."

He had a benevolent face, with two long, white eyebrows drooping to his jowls, clearly a High Monk of great attainment. At this moment, he gently lifted his yellow monk’s robe and sat on a Cushion near Xu Xing.

"Nightmares?" Xu Xing paused, puzzled.

In his memories, the Dayan Dynasty was far more powerful and prosperous than Fengxi Country. The Royal Family openly had three Innate Martial Artists. Within and outside the Court, only imperial power reigned supreme. With the abilities of Innate Martial Artists, ensuring the Empress Dowager slept soundly should not be difficult.

If demons were truly causing trouble... the Empress Dowager wouldn’t have issued an edict requesting High Monks to preach...

Master Fa Hui knew this disciple of his possessed innate wisdom and had been a child prodigy. He spoke in a calm tone, "When the former emperor was alive, the Empress Dowager was intensely jealous and drowned many imperial descendants. However, the former emperor always doted on the Empress Dowager. He only punished her lightly, and the matter was dropped. Now, she observes a vegetarian diet and recites Buddhist scriptures. As time passed, demons naturally arose in her heart to torment her..."

Xu Xing nodded. Ruthless in her youth, then fasting and chanting scriptures in old age, only to be plagued by nightmares. It seemed absurd, yet it wasn’t hard to understand. It’s quite normal for a person’s character to differ at various stages of life.

"For a humble monk like myself, merely entering the Imperial Palace is already a stroke of luck. What method is there to avenge my father?" Xu Xing, feeling hesitant, asked the crucial question.

He had entered this mortal body for Cultivation and to attain the Dao, not for revenge. If an opportunity arose where he could easily exact vengeance, he wouldn’t mind avenging this life’s father. However—at this time, he was not yet an Innate Martial Artist. Rashly confronting the Imperial Court would not be wise. Destiny was Destiny; it didn’t equate to strength, which he needed to build step by step through Cultivation.

"Foolish Child," Master Fa Hui said with a faint smile. "Do you know why our Heavenly Dragon Temple is called Heavenly Dragon Temple?"

Seeing Xu Xing’s uncomprehending expression, he clarified, "Before Buddha Shakyamuni attained enlightenment, he once cut his own flesh to feed an eagle. This flesh was called the heart of anger and hatred, which transformed into a Naga. The eagle was one of the eight classes of demigods who followed the Buddha, named Garuda.

"Our temple possesses a Secret Technique called the Dragon Transformation Technique.

"It involves severing a person’s heart of anger and hatred, transforming the Five Poisons, transforming them into a Naga, and then into a Heavenly Dragon..."

He explained each point.

Xu Xing frowned at first as he listened, then gradually his expression cleared.

In Buddhism, it’s rumored that those with intense anger and hatred will reincarnate as snakes, scorpions, or centipedes after death. And Naga, in Buddhist scriptures, are serpentine demigods—long-bodied, scaled, legless beings, one of the eight classes of demigods. So, Master Fa Hui’s Dragon Transformation Technique involves severing a person’s heart of anger and hatred, transforming it into the Five Poisons, and then using Heavenly Dragon Temple’s Dragon Transformation Technique to turn it into a Naga, one of the eight classes.

"What should this Disciple do?" Xu Xing asked, his eyes glinting.

His intuition told him Master Fa Hui’s motives might not be simple. Helping Wen Guang by looking after his orphaned son was commendable, but there was no need to gamble Heavenly Dragon Temple’s foundation and offend the Royal Family. However, when you’re under someone else’s roof, you have to bow your head. The best plan was to feign agreement first, then proceed with caution.

"Zhi Xing," Master Fa Hui began, "you possess the Bright King Body and are destined for Arhat Status. Anger and hatred cannot affect you. This time, this humble monk will go with you to the Capital..."

At this point, Master Fa Hui struck the Wooden Fish, his face full of compassion. "As your Master, I am willing to feed myself to the demon, to transform into a Heavenly Dragon and devour the Luck of their Dayan Dynasty, to avenge your father. And during this period, you will be the one to awaken my mind."

He instructed.

"This..." Xu Xing was momentarily stunned, then quickly recovered. "To avenge the Wen Family... is this disciple’s heartfelt wish! Thank you, Master, for your profound kindness!"

He put on an expression of tearful gratitude.

Of all the things he had calculated, he hadn’t figured on being the villain himself. This ’feeding oneself to the demon’... to put it nicely, was for revenge. To put it bluntly, it was coveting the Luck of the Dayan Dynasty. If it was truly about revenge, couldn’t he just enter the Imperial Palace and emulate Jing Ke? Why insist on ruining the Dayan Dynasty’s Luck? Once its Luck declined, it wouldn’t just be the Royal Family that suffered, but countless common people too.

"A teachable child," Master Fa Hui nodded.

...

「Leaving the Daxiong Treasure Temple.」

Xu Xing trod on the golden carpet of fallen Ginkgo Tree leaves outside the hall, making his way down the mountain path.

The Daxiong Treasure Temple was the Main Hall of Heavenly Dragon Temple, enshrining various Buddha Shrines, and was situated atop Lian Shi Mountain. The monks’ Zen Rooms, however, were on the mountainside. Master Fa Hui had likely come to find him at the Daxiong Treasure Temple because he was worried about prying ears in the Zen courtyard. While the Daxiong Treasure Temple appeared solemn and majestic, few people lingered there for long. Entering the hall to strike the chime stone three times was his, a True lineage disciple’s, everyday morning lesson.

At this time, early Autumn had just passed, and the mountain air was growing chilly. Yet, the monks of Heavenly Dragon Temple wore only thin robes, carrying wooden buckets full of clear water up and down the mountain paths. Everywhere, devotees and guest-prefect monks could be seen conversing by the roadside.

"Senior Brother Zhi Xing..."

"It’s Senior Brother Zhi Xing!"

"Senior Brother Zhi Xing, finished with your morning lessons?"

As Xu Xing descended the winding mountain path, many monks greeted him, their words warm and enthusiastic.

In this life, Xu Xing’s birth name was Wen Xing. After Master Fa Hui brought him to Heavenly Dragon Temple, he was given the Dharma name Zhi Xing.