Free Web NovelChapter 440: Chapter 262: 1,000 Hands and 1,000 Eyes—Master Will Take Care of You_2
"The Immaculate Scripture" contemplates, no wonder today I inexplicably listened to the sound of Dao, it turns out that opportunity has come knocking.
How could such a seedling appear for no reason in the Inner Scenic Land of He Mountain Dao?
Could it be that a pie has fallen from the sky, landing right by my mouth?
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"Evil rises an inch, Dao rises a yard! With the blessing of the Yellow Springs Dao Seed, even the deities of the Four Reversals Demon Sect can’t confuse me!"
Bai Qi’s eyes were clear and bright. As the shadow of the Pimo King was shattered, all arising illusions cracked like a mirror, gradually disappearing without a trace.
There was no more noise in his ears, no more obstacles in front of him, and he was finally able to complete his breakthrough.
The Divine Soul that broke out of the shell emitted strong waves, enveloping the surrounding area for several meters. The gloomy airflow was scattered, transforming into various different forms.
There were Flood Dragons with claws and fangs, the ceaseless Yellow Springs, as well as tigers and dragons, clouds and winds, the sun, moon, and stars... rapidly flowing, like a revolving lantern.
From illusion to reality, they descended from a painted scroll of Immortals, Buddhas, Gods, and Demons, vivid and incredibly full.
"One yard and seven feet, actually taller than the Buddha’s one-yard-six-height golden body."
Bai Qi’s mind was filled with joy. It is said that in the West, there was a Buddha who preached to monks, with their golden bodies cast to about one yard and six feet.
Hence, "one yard six" is used within cultivation as a measure of "Dao achievement."
If the Divine Soul does not transform, it usually emerges from the shell after a hundred days of gestation at about four or five feet tall.
Through diligent cultivation day and night, it can "grow" to the height of an ordinary person, about six or seven feet high.
Exceeding nine feet, taller than a yard, is extremely rare!
"Is it still not over?"
The Divine Soul completely separated from the corporeal shell. Although they stood together with the same facial features, they gave an entirely different impression.
The former was dressed in white robes, carefree and detached, extraordinarily refined; the latter was more intense, in strong attire with a Profound Robe, majestic in demeanor.
But soon, the white-robed image changed again, like a cloud being blown apart by the wind, then reformed.
The features began to blur, behind which emerged thousands of densely packed arms, forming seals, making gestures, holding objects. It seemed to encompass all things in the world, bursting with radiance in the vast void, as if a vertical eye opened, seeing through the nine heavens and earths.
"Thousand Hands Thousand Eyes!"
Bai Qi was shocked, having read several Buddhist scriptures, knowing well that in the Buddhist Sect, "thousand" signifies boundless and perfect.
Thousand Hands represent vast magical power; Thousand Eyes signify unimpeded wisdom.
Thus came the saying "Hands and Eyes that Reach the Heavens."
"Legend has it that the Thousand-Hand Thousand-Eye Bodhisattva can protect all sentient beings and see throughout the world. Each hand has different powers: holding a Duster to remove worries; grasping a Vajra Pestle to subdue all enemies; wielding a sacred sword to subdue all ghosts and spirits..."
Bai Qi carefully sensed the true form of the Divine Soul revealing the Thousand Hands and Thousand Eyes, finding it still imperfect. Many arms were thin and faint, seemingly lacking sufficient "Dharma" and "Logic" to support and form an infinitely vast "Dao."
"Condensing the Divine Soul is just the first step."
He put aside his complacency, secretly warning himself.
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"Thousand Hands Thousand Eyes! One yard and seven high! Indeed, this boy has some connection with the Buddhist Sect. As soon as the Divine Soul Embryo was successfully nurtured, it exhibited such extraordinary qualities!"
"The Immaculate Scripture" grew more and more delighted. In the Four Reversals Sect, the Dharma Guardian Spirit is revered.
Whether it’s the Muscle Bodhisattva, Bone Asura, the Pimo King, or the Vajra of Flesh, they exist in the minds of believers, enshrined in temple shrines, relying on incense and fire, manifesting in billions, not personally descending in usual manifestations.
It is said they are hidden within the Turbid Tide, comprehending the Path to Immortality of the Longevity Secret Realm. Even figures like the Holy Son and Saintess of high rank find it difficult to meet them. Only the Sect Leader has the opportunity to communicate through grand sacrificial rites.
The last appearance of the four divine spirits can be traced back to when Kou Daozi of the Meridian Sword Sect willingly plunged into the Turbid Tide.
"Marvelous, marvelous. This boy wasn’t subdued by the shadow of the Pimo King. Instead, he took the opportunity to advance further, strengthening the Divine Soul, achieving the true form of Thousand Hands Thousand Eyes. He’s a good prospect!"
"The Immaculate Scripture" cheered joyfully. If presented to the Lord Sect Leader, it might become another Kou Daozi, capable of stirring the four divine spirits to personally confer blessings.
At that time, it might benefit itself, receiving grace and transforming again, ascending to become an instrument of the great Dao.
"I must find every way possible to secure this boy!"
"The Immaculate Scripture" made up its mind, adopting a more amiable demeanor, with the characters like living creatures jumping up, floating before Bai Qi’s eyes:
"Little brother, didn’t I... I didn’t lie to you. Joining our sect, favored by the heavens, wanting to comprehend the great Dao is no more than an easy task.
"Replace it with the five contemporary Taoist Sects, various cultivation techniques of different levels, and such opportunities to witness the heavenly principles and Daoist traces, enhancing the comprehension of true meaning, not even the true inheritance can enjoy them."
The aspect of the Thousand Hands Thousand Eyes Divine Soul returns to the flesh shell, like a splash of ice water on a sweltering summer’s day, thoroughly refreshing.
The body of Qi Blood Yang is combined with solid thoughts, making all 108,000 pores around the body feel light and agile.
"No wonder ancient texts before the Dao’s decline describe the state of becoming immortal as ’ethereal’."
Bai Qi suddenly comprehends, breaking through the Three Realms of Dao Skill, his Divine Soul can nurture the flesh shell, the strong and vigorous Qi Blood, akin to a Divine Sword tempered and sheathed.
"Diminish the sharpness, resolve the confusion, harmonize the light, and blend with the dust... This is entering the Dao."
He did not immediately pay attention to the "Scripture of Purity," but silently mulled over his cultivation insights. With the Divine Soul achieved, he could roam freely under the sun, further imitating and contemplating the myriad spirits of immortals, demons, divine Buddhas, and others, seizing them for personal use, controlling water and fire, spewing wind and thunder.
This, in mundane terms, counts as half an "immortal."
"A Martial Artist is ultimately shackled by the flesh shell, unable to dive into the sea, burrow underground, or soar. Whereas the Daoist cultivator’s Divine Soul can reach the nine heavens to grasp the moon, dive into the ocean to catch turtles, and harvest those rare treasures.
This is also why Daoists constantly speak of ’freedom.’
Moreover, unlike thoughts, the Divine Soul is extremely difficult to scatter, even harder to obliterate completely."
Bai Qi introspects himself; a bright light emanates from between his brows, illuminating the entire flesh shell, every inch of skin, every thread of Qi Blood incredibly clear, the complex routes of various cultivation techniques are like a dense and intricate mesh.
"How unexpectedly beneficial the Divine Soul’s true light is."
He nods with satisfaction at this meticulous grasp of his own palm-veins, which countless Martial Artists dream of.
After all, examples of miscounting in practice, accumulating latent injuries, and hence going astray in cultvation are numerous.
"Uncle Scripture, is there any faster cultivation method in the sect? I’m dull in aptitude, inherently lazy; sitting meditation bores me, I nod off while entering states of concentration. Is there a technique that allows me to enhance my magical power even while lying down?"
Intentionally snubbing the "Scripture of Purity" for a moment, Bai Qi steps aside, sincerely asking.
The attitude of this ragged scripture dramatically changed, it clearly bit into the bait, no longer worrying about its sudden escape.
"Ah, this... sheer wishful thinking!"
The "Scripture of Purity" hesitated for a long time, finally swallowing the filthy words.
Why don’t you think of becoming the Immortal Xiyi before the Dao’s decline, attaining Dao in dreams, sleeping for a century, ascending during the day!
"You Demon Cult, aren’t you too outdated, Uncle Scripture? Before worshiping God, I need perseverance and diligence in cultivation, and after worshiping, still maintain the same spirit.
If that’s the case, then isn’t this God worshiped in vain?"
Bai Qi spoke confidently with sound reasoning.
"That kid speaks nonsense... It sounds quite reasonable."
The "Scripture of Purity" pondered, it seems it really is so.
If disciples of the Four Reversals Sect are more diligent than the true disciples of the upper sect in Taoist Sects, why bother entering the Turbid Tide?
Do they prefer unearned gains?
Alright, alright, let’s see how this old man deals with the kid, entice him to take the bait!
The "Scripture of Purity" spun around several times in the air, suddenly lit up, displaying two words:
"Wait for me."
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Within the Puzzle Cave, Mao Yichang remained contemplating and meditating, receiving the favor of the Pimo King, the blessings from the "Scripture of Purity," without a moment’s sloth over several years, fearing to miss out on the only opportunity in this life. freёwebnovel.com
Contrarily, his practice became more diligent, his cultivation became more earnest!
"Who? Who stole the fruits of my laborious cultivation?!"
Suddenly, Mao Yichang’s Divine Soul emptied, as if all sparkling thoughts suddenly were extracted, disappearing hundreds in number!
The anger of having one’s hard-earned fruits seized by others raged like a substantive fire, rolling vigorously.
Woo, woo, woo!
The Divine Soul shook violently, almost like a gloomy wind howling, scattering large swathes of stone dust.
He was allowed to open his eyes, only to see the "Scripture of Purity" returning. freēwēbnovel.com
From the stone cover of the book jumped out a few lines:
"Borrow your cultivation for a time!"
