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Chapter 677 - 36: I Really Should Die [Seeking Monthly Tickets!]_1

Chapter 677: Chapter 36: I Really Should Die [Seeking Monthly Tickets!]_1

Cloud Heavenly Palace, the highest order of Buddhist Law.

Even within the Nine Heavens and Ten Lands, this legendary Buddhism holy land is scarcely understood. Chu Liang was visiting Yunque Temple for the first time. The sight of it from afar was overwhelming.

Below lay a vast and dense Cloud Sea which supported the palace buildings above. These structures glowed with a brilliant gold, emanating an awe-inspiring aura. The prominent character for "Buddha" was inscribed on the main wall, involuntarily invoking reverence in anyone who saw it.

Chu Liang had heard of the mystique surrounding Yunque Temple, but only upon actually seeing it could he comprehend its awe-inspiring reality. Looking at the floating Cloud Sea, he expressed his astonishment, "Is this not the result of divine formation?"

Supporting such a large temple high in the sky could indeed be accomplished through combat array, albeit an extremely powerful one. At the same time, if this was a natural occurrence, it would be astonishing.

"Indeed, it’s not." Pu Shan laughed and said, "It was accidentally discovered by the previous Ancestor Master. If the effect of divine formation can achieve such a scale, wouldn’t all the Nine Heavens Immortal Sect be using it? To sustain such a formation for thousands of years would consume an immense amount of spiritual power."

Hearing him, Chu Liang also fully agreed.

If it’s a matter of temporarily lifting a mountain or a building using combat array, then it’s not a big deal and many could do it. However, to keep it steadily suspended high in the sky, without falling the slightest bit throughout these countless years, only the grandeur of heaven and earth could possibly do this.

"So, what exactly is inside the Cloud Sea?" Chu Liang asked, looking deep into the boundless Cloud Sea. He speculated there must be a potent source of spirituality within.

"I don’t know." Pu Shan replied, "Many senior monks have tried to delve deep into it. Yet, even the great and virtuous Ancestor Master with the highest cultivation in our temple’s history could merely catch a glimpse of it from the edge of the Cloud Sea’s core, separated by the chaos of the cloud layer. He claimed that what he saw, upon that briefest of moments, was... a humanoid figure."

"A humanoid figure?" Chu Liang was intrigued, "In the deepest part of the Cloud Sea?"

"Indeed." Pu Shan nodded, "But this Cloud Sea has existed for tens of thousands of years, and the person inside could not possibly still be alive. Therefore, our master speculated that the Cloud Sea might be the immortal burial site left behind by a Ninth Realm God. And, this godly person seemed to have some relation to our Buddhism, as the vibrant spirituality here embodies the power of Buddha’s light."

"But, the Buddhism lineage was introduced to the Nine States only recently..." Chu Liang blinked and then suddenly realized something... "Could it be that its lineage predates further back?"

Pu Shan smiled. Chu Liang was a smart man; he had hit the nail on the head.

"The previous Ancestor Master’s speculation was similar to your guess. From their perspective, although the current Buddhism lineage was transmitted from regions beyond the Far West Land, they believe that in the distant past... it might well have been spread from the Nine States Land! Apart from this Buddha’s Light Cloud Sea, several secret realms from at least ten thousand years back, containing the Buddhism lineage, have been discovered over the past thousand years, further strengthening this speculation."

"If it’s as you say, then a long time ago, there must have been a Buddhist god who chose to bury themselves in this Cloud Sea, eternally drifting in the sky at the time of their demise. But, for some reason, the Buddhism lineage in Nine States Land was completely severed, almost eradicated..." Chu Liang grew increasingly intrigued the more he pondered.

This seemed to align with some of the history he had heard. The fall of the mighty Ninth Realm God, whose very existence was completely erased. What could have led to the downfall of these towering figures?

Who were the people performing such deeds?

...

As they conversed, the wind roared, and they soon arrived at the main gate of Yunque Temple. Chu Liang and the others left their Flying Boat and walked into the temple.

A gaunt elderly monk, donning a large kasaya, was waiting at the main gate. His white eyebrows danced in the wind. As soon as he saw the parties from the Shu Mountain Sect and Heavenly Gang Sect, he immediately came over to greet them.

This old monk was Master Shenjie, the chief of the Zen temple, and also a senior monk.

Actually, the current ’headliner’ of Yunque Temple should be Pu Shan’s master, the God Traveling Zen Master. Yet he was pursuing deep meditation, so he was unsuited for handling the visitors, tasking Master Shenjie to take care of these important matters. Thus, freeing God Traveling Zen Master to concentrate on his cultivation.

The elders walked in the front, while Pu Shan and Chu Liang slowly followed, taking in the surroundings.

Chu Liang asked, "Your master’s deep meditation, how long has he been practicing?"

"In pursuit of the grand dao, my master has chosen silence. Only when the grand dao is achieved will one have words to share." Pu Shan replied.

"Will you ever reach this stage?" Chu Liang asked with a smile.

"Hehe." Pu Shan laughed and looked back at the main gate, then suddenly asked, "Actually, I’ve never liked leaving through the main gate, do you know why?"

"Why?" Chu Liang asked cautiously, while bracing himself for the answer.

"From a young age, I never saw my parents; I only had a grandfather." Pu Shan began telling his story, "When I was young, my master was roaming around and saw that I had a potential for becoming a Buddhist, so he brought me to the sky to cultivate. Three years after coming up to the mountains, I never once saw my grandfather, as it’s quite difficult for him to visit me at Yunque Temple. I always thought that once my cultivation reaches a certain level, I could leave the temple freely and visit him more frequently."

"But one day, he suddenly came to visit me. I was shocked when I heard the news, and I immediately ran to the main gate to see him. He stood there, laughing and talking to me. But at that time, I was in a silent meditation and couldn’t say a word. I wanted to ask him if he was doing well recently, how his health was, if he was still so tired..."

"But in order to cultivate, I didn’t say a word or call his name. He knew about my cultivation and didn’t ask me much, just gave me a lot of advice."

"Soon after he left, I got a message that he had passed away. That’s when I learned that he had been seriously ill for a while, knowing his days were numbered, which was why he spent several days at the foot of the temple asking a monk to bring him to Yunque Temple. As a mortal, he endured the harsh winds during the journey, just to see me one last time before departing... Yet I wasn’t even able to greet him by his name, let alone answer his words."

"When my period of silent meditation ended and I could finally speak, I ran to his grave and wept uncontrollably. But he could no longer hear me." Pu Shan gave a bitter smile, "So, since then, I decided to talk more to the people who matter to me. I know you guys think I speak too much, but... who knows which conversation will be the last one? Who knows when I... won’t be able to say a word anymore?"

"..."

This story from Pu Shan left them all silent.

It turns out...

Pu Shan had such an experience. Well, that does explain his garrulity. They were friends, and the way they had previously treated him was inappropriate.

Thinking of how he had been selectively interacting with Pu Shan until just now, Chu Liang almost felt the urge to slap himself. At this moment, the thoughts of the others were probably similar to his.

It’s guilt, self-reproach indeed.

After a pause, Chu Liang handed Pu Shan a token.

"What is this?" Pu Shan asked.

"An Immortal Circle..." Chu Liang said, "A place where someone will always listen to you."

"Ah? Does everyone have this?" Pu Shan asked.

"Eventually, everyone will." Chu Liang nodded.

"That’s wonderful." Pu Shan took the token, as if he had gained a treasure. He turned around and began exploring it as he walked.

Seeing his cheerful back, Chu Liang gnashed his teeth again. What mistake did he make for being a little enthusiastic?

I really deserve to die.

...

When everyone arrived at the square where the Buddha’s light was shining, they saw that a group of Immortal Sect people had already arrived earlier, including people from the Nine Heavens and Ten Lands.

The situation at this moment was uneasy.

The leader of the Heavenly King Sect was a robust middle-aged man. He wore a golden-edged white outfit, had bulging muscles, and a flat head.

Chu Liang had never seen him before, but Lin Bei recognized him. He said that this man was the cavalry position of the Heavenly King Sect, named Zhang Kui. However, he sat there as if he didn’t care, instead pushing Feng Chaoyang forward.

It seemed that the Heavenly King Sect was now fully cultivating Feng Chaoyang.

At this moment, he was confronting the man in front of him. That man had a fierce face. It was Wei Tiandi from Thunder Fortress.

The initial dispute between the two sects originated from these two, resulting in casualties on both sides. Now encountering each other in such a scene, they naturally regarded each other with jealousy.

However, Wei Tiandi seemed to be somewhat fearful, suppressing his anger, but his gaze was unwavering.

Feng Chaoyang was more aggressive, with an aura of arrogance, and he said loudly, "With Du Wuhen’s case, in my opinion, it’s just retribution. If you say I did it, you need to provide the evidence."

"Huh." Wei Tiandi sneered, "You know in your heart whether you did it or not."

It turned out that the news of the Heavenly King Sect hunting down Du Wuhen last time had already spread in the Jianghu. Du Wuhen hadn’t appeared for many days, which naturally confirmed he had been killed.

Wei Tiandi’s hatred came from this.

"Two!" Several young monks from Yunque Temple were whispering their persuasion, "Please keep your tempers in check."

"Hmph." Feng Chaoyang turned around and said, "I respect the monks of Yunque Temple, and I won’t give you a lesson here. But I have a word of advice for you, those who dare to offend my Heavenly King Sect will not end well."

Before his words faded away, a voice came from the other side.

"Not necessarily."

Turning to look, it was a young man in brocade and jade, tall and slim. He held a folding fan and walked over slowly.

"Yang Yuhu?" Upon seeing this familiar face, Chu Liang naturally recognized him immediately.

The leader of the Penglai Upper Sect who came over was Daoist Xuan Lu. However, at this moment, Yang Yuhu was standing at the forefront of the team, smiling at Feng Chaoyang.

"Did your owner come to back you up again?" Feng Chaoyang cruelly mocked Wei Tiandi.

We Tiandi was filled with rage, but he didn’t retaliate.

It was clear to the Immortal Cultivation World that if it were not for the death protection of the Penglai Upper Sect, the last incident would have resulted in a catastrophe for the Thunder Fortress. Since he was attacked on this point, he really had nothing to say.

"Penglai only supports fairness." Yang Yuhu smiled and said, "Only the aggressive and domineering will regard us as enemies."

"Aren’t you ashamed of saying that?" Feng Chaoyang sneered.

Even if others were afraid of Penglai, the Heavenly King Sect was absolutely not afraid. In fact, they were energized as soon as they saw Penglai.

"I don’t know who should be ashamed. We had already agreed not to pursue Du Wuhen’s issue last time, but you still tried to revenge against him quietly afterwards." Yang Yuhu shook his head, "Fortunately, my Master Uncle Xuan Lu anticipated this and gave Du Wuhen a life-saving Magical Treasure."

"Huh?" Feng Chaoyang’s face sank, "He didn’t die?"

He had just made bold statements. If Du Wuhen was not killed, it would inevitably embarrass the Heavenly King Sect.

"Du Wuhen was seriously injured and has been saved by Master Uncle Xuan Lu. He has become a disciple of Penglai Sect. From now on, he is our fellow sect member." Yang Yuhu met his gaze and proudly said, "Whoever dares to hurt him even a bit, don’t blame the Penglai Upper Sect for falling out with him!"