Don’t Mess with that Turtle
Chapter 377 - 377 68 Buddha_1

377: Chapter 68 Buddha_1 377: Chapter 68 Buddha_1 In Qianjiang, Su He’s consciousness awoke, and the chat area was dominated by bold characters on the screen, “Senior Nanming, the sacrifice altar is ready.”

A streak of light descended upon Su He’s small island and transformed into True Person Nanming.

Soon after, burst after burst of light cascaded down, bringing together over thirty individuals from Qianjiang on Su He’s small island.

A bubble above True Person Nanming’s head, “Young friend, are you about to start summoning the Divine Spirit of Qian Qianzi?”

The method of summoning had been transmitted to Su He by Ji Feixue earlier, along with the construction of the altar.

Su He shook his head, “I can’t perform that summoning dance myself.

My mermaid worshippers will summon it while I protect the ritual.”

“That is well!” True Person Nanming nodded in approval.

Indeed, as a Dragon Turtle, Su He was not suited for summoning Divine Spirits; his body’s True Yuan and Divine Skills were too domineering.

The main power for summoning spirits came from the altar itself, with the summoner merely acting as an initiator—a higher level of cultivation naturally being better.

But reaching the Demonic Realm would suffice.

Canchen Taoist, with an inscription carved on a half-destroyed Pill Furnace above his head, inquired, “Could you project the image of the altar into Qianjiang?”

“I can!” Su He nodded.

Backtracking playback was of his own memory, but whatever the eyes saw naturally remained in the mind as a memory.

Strictly speaking, real-time broadcast was not possible through backtracking as there was an imperceptible moment of delay.

Using backtracking, an image appeared before them, displaying the scene of the altar.

Su He’s figure was absent from it, as it was a broadcast from Su He’s perspective.

“The Spirit Clan’s Eclipsed Sun Spirit-Soul Altar?” Canchen Taoist was taken aback.

Among all clans throughout the All Heavens and Myriad Realms, if any were most thoroughly versed in the study of spirits, it was undoubtedly the Spirit Clan.

The Spirit Clan’s very existence was akin to that of spiritual souls.

True Person Nanming shook his head, “It’s just modeled after the Spirit Clan’s Eclipsed Sun Altar.

Fairy Ji has made alterations to the altar.

Otherwise, the original Eclipsed Sun Altar would take nearly sixty years to set up properly.”

Canchen Taoist nodded, recognizing that at a casual glance, the altar resembled that of the Spirit Clan.

Upon closer examination, however, one could discern the differences.

The Spirit Clan’s altars were far more sinister and shadowy.

After all, they were a race that thrived on cursing others.

“Fairy Ji would know more about this altar, it’s unfortunate that she’s not here.”

Just as the inscription appeared on Canchen Taoist’s Pill Furnace, everyone turned their attention to Su He.

Su He opened his mouth; he had no idea where Ji Feixue had gone.

She had been out of contact since leaving three months prior.

Su He looked around and changed the subject, “We might not have seen the Three Phases Monk for some time now.”

Ever since he had found out that it was possible to forcibly transform someone at Feng Yi Ju, the Three Phases Monk had helped clarify his doubts, but afterward, Su He seldom saw him.

It had been nearly a year since he last appeared.

Canchen Taoist burst into laughter without making a sound, but the quivering of the Pill Furnace above his head indicated his inner joy, “That colorful monk has made his ninety-sixth grand vow to cultivate the Immovable Ming King’s Body, and this time he has made a vow of silence and cannot appear.”

A Warrior Cultivator beside them also mimicked a laugh, a bubble above his head, “Guess how long the old monk will hold out?”

The Immovable Ming King’s Body, remaining unmoving for thousands, even tens of thousands of years—yet that old monk could hardly restrain himself.

Orchid Fairy, standing next to him, laughed, “Three years!

No less than that.

Last time, the Three Phases Monk had already persisted for three years.”

Canchen Taoist hummed twice, the Pill Furnace above his head transforming into a normal bubble, “Last time was special; he slept through it.

But this time, Master Guiyuan of the Gujing Pavilion will be personally guarding him.

He can’t sleep.

At most two years, no more!”

Su He was very confused.

He had some understanding of Buddhist cultivation in this world.

Those methods that required grand vows were akin to ascension—truly profound Buddhist Law.

And yet, the ninety-sixth grand vow…

Did he think grand vows were as common as cabbages?

Was this perhaps a fake monk?

Only uncultivated mortals dared to make vows recklessly.

Moreover, in the Buddhist practices, making grand vows was very similar to praying to the heavens and earth—the heavens and all beings didn’t necessarily respond to every vow.

Without a response, the Buddhist Law could not be practiced, and one risked divine retribution.

Canchen Taoist patted Su He’s shell, “Don’t compare yourself to that colorful monk.

That monk was born a Buddha’s Son, making vows as easily as drinking water, each vow readily answered.

He never adhered to any specific precepts, and the Gujing Pavilion still treasured him.

However…”

Canchen Taoist laughed even more cheerfully, “He wrought his own misery!

That colorful monk embraced Buddhism very early and has always been youthfully preserved.

But with each grand vow, he aged a bit more.

Three hundred years ago, he was a handsome young monk with the appearance of being in his early twenties, but now he is a wrinkled old man.”

The crowd chatted and laughed, but their voices gradually lowered, all turning their attention to Su He.

They all were beings who had cultivated for an indeterminate length of time, able to laugh even if they knew they’d ascend to immortality in the next moment.

However, the matter relating to a companion’s Divine Spirit inevitably weighed more heavily.

True Person Nanming spoke even more solemnly, having remained in Qian Qianzi’s Cave Mansion guarding the Guardian Golden Lotus, he could feel the state of Qian Qianzi more acutely than anyone.

He now fell completely silent, operating the Formation, ready to cooperate with Su He in summoning the spirit at any moment.

Su He nodded, and atop the altar, the Dragon Turtle let out a long chant.

Long Min arrived, leaning on his staff, bowed to Su He respectfully, and ascended the altar.

Su He stepped down from the altar, concentrating all his efforts to contain his own aura, to avoid disrupting the summoning.

Su Huanian arrived by sword and stood silently next to Su He, also concealing his Sword Qi.

Ascending the platform, Long Min placed a comb; it was Qian Qianzi’s personal belonging, which True Person Nanming had acquired from Qian Qianzi’s Cave Mansion and later passed on to Su He via the Profound Realm.

This would serve as the medium to summon the Divine Spirit of Qian Qianzi.

Long Min adjusted his breathing, a foot-long incense lit.

He bowed in all four directions, paid respects to heaven and earth, and leaped into a dance, his movements accompanied by song sounding like the chants of a witch or a priest.

Especially in sync with Long Min’s aged figure, he seemed almost possessed by the ritual.

The distant and ethereal chant filled the altar, not voiced by a person but rather a harmonious call from heaven and earth induced by the ritual of Long Min’s Witch Dance.