Twin Dimension Yin-Yang Mirror: Attaining immortality through the martial path
Chapter 589 - 485 Fantian’s Methods + - 486 Spirit Seed Ownership

Chapter 589: 485 Fantian’s Methods + Chapter 486 Spirit Seed Ownership

East of the Pagoda Forest, the bell tolled three times.

In the Bodhi Institute, two thousand monks were chanting scriptures, as it was time for the evening prayers.

The sound of the hymns filled the ears; in the great hall illuminated above, one could see a lotus platform forming in the air, a Buddha’s image surrounded by golden light, rippling out in all four hundred and eight directions.

This Buddha Light could invigorate the spirit, enhance wisdom, and even strengthen Qi-Blood, imparting great physical power.

Not only did the disciples never miss the morning and evening prayers, but the head seats along with various Masters were also present, forming a grand power field, creating a realm of their own right there.

Such a gathering for rest and practice had long been a tradition of the Dafan Temple.

Not just the Bodhi Institute, but the Prajnaparamita Hall, the Arhat Hall, the Precepts Hall, and the Zangjing Pavilion were all filled with resonant chanting, the radiant light soaring to the heavens, helping the entire Fuyuan Mountain Range, this blessed land of the Buddhist Sect, to resemble the Lingshan Dharma Realm.

Among the disciples was a young nobleman in his mid-twenties, his complexion slightly pale, his hands joined in prayer as he prostrated himself on the ground, "Now, my second brother grows ever more aggressive, my third brother brings even stronger reinforcements, while father remains inscrutably silent. I’ve heard he intends to send me to Chitong County to withstand the incoming assault of the Reincarnation Demon Sect. I beg of my respected teacher to save me..."

Li Zhanyuan’s eyes were filled with tears, his gaze brimming with a sense of grievance.

He simply could not understand.

His father, the Provincial Governor, who used to treat him as precious as if afraid he would melt in his mouth or break in his hands, how could he have become so despicable.

If he did not wish for him to covet the position of Provincial Governor, he could have simply never given him hope.

Yet, since the age of six, they had enlisted great scholars to teach him the art of governance, subtly hinting that he might one day take over the family’s legacy in Jiangzhou. They had even been concerned that his maternal family’s influence was too weak and had thus spent a great deal of resources for him to join the Brahma Temple and take Monk Xuanming, the head of the Bodhi Institute, as his Transmission Master.

Any way one looked at it, this was the genuine cultivation of a legitimate heir, the undebated successor.

But hearts change, unable to withstand the erosion of time.

Affection can spoil.

As the days passed by,

Li Zhanyuan realized he was no longer the only choice... until now, when his father surprisingly decided to send him far away to Chitong County to face the demons head-on.

It was said that the Reincarnation Demon Sect had invested a lot of effort in Chitong County, where the previous Prefectural Governor died under mysterious circumstances, with no clue as to what went wrong.

If he were to go and take up the post, he was likely to repeat the same fate, and if...

At that thought, Li Zhanyuan’s tears fell like rain, and he was unable to stop sobbing.

"Foolish child, the red dust of the mortal world, is precisely the time for great practice. Do not worry about this matter; your teacher has his own plans."

Atop the high platform, a monk garbed in white, appearing young with a dignified presence, sighed. He slightly opened his eyes, and it seemed as though a dark energy swirled within them.

He looked deeply at Li Zhanyuan and smiled, "Qinghe, follow your Ancestral Master Wen down the mountain. Before you leave, go to the Arhat Hall and request your Uncle Master Xuan Tong to come out of seclusion. Say that Guangyun is in turmoil, that the Arhat Hall must send disciples to join the expedition and subdue the demons."

Monk Xuanming said this, then turned to give an order, "Zu Shen."

"Your disciple is here."

A towering, stout monk bowed his head in response.

"The disciples of the Cloud Water Sect in Fuyuan City are getting increasingly out of hand; expel them from the territory. If they resist, act according to the situation."

"Your disciple will adhere to the law."

Monk Zu Shen’s face twitched, a fierce and sharp light flashing in his eyes as he responded in a deep voice.

His voice was thick and majestic, causing the hall to resonate.

Li Zhanyuan, listening at the side, did not know how these two orders would aid his own situation, yet seeing his own Master issuing commands, a departure from his usual compassionate and peaceful demeanor, immediately brought a flicker of joy to his heart.

He knew well that the Brahma Temple, which had always remained neutral and refrained from meddle in Jiangzhou’s internal affairs, might truly no longer sit idly by.

His Master, who he had nominally taken as a teacher, might truly become the powerful ally he had heard of since childhood.

He often ascended the mountain to listen to teachings and worship the World Honored One; he knew better than anyone the profound heritage and powerful forces within this temple.

It wasn’t just about wealth and luxury.

Seeing his Master speak no further.

Li Zhanyuan respectfully performed another Buddhist salute and followed Qinghe, who was as handsome as a worldly beauty, to the side hall.

This place was deserted.

Even the guards stood silently at a distance, daring not to turn around for even a glance.

Just as Li Zhanyuan was puzzled about the meaning behind his nephew Qinghe leading him to this cold and remote side hall, he saw the young monk draw out an orange incense stick from his robes.

The incense stick, as thick as a thumb, exuded a delightful fragrance that refreshed the mind and intoxicated the senses.

"This Youtan Incense, when you return, find an unobtrusive moment to light it in Mirror Garden. The matters that follow will be handled by us."

"Youtan Incense, isn’t that the treasured incense that summons the Buddha and Bodhisattvas, invoking Buddha Light for purification?"

Li Zhanyuan was somewhat puzzled within.

Of course, he knew of Mirror Garden. Recently, his father, Li Huaisan, the Provincial Governor, spent his evenings there for meals and rest, sometimes even playing the zither for enjoyment.

The Seventh Madame’s zither music is said to reach the divine, capable of purifying the mind.

For Li Huaisan, the place where he could find peace of mind and good sleep wasn’t plentiful, despite the fine dining and drinking.

Enticed by such divine music, it was only natural that he would linger and hate to leave.

Li Zhanyuan could not understand what this incense was meant for. Despite his perplexity, he took the incense stick and discovered that although it appeared solid, when held in his hand, it felt as light as smoke, devoid of any tactile sensation.