“Amitabha Buddha!”
Like flowing water, the bright and pure light of Buddha flowed from outside the Pavilion of Ten Thousand Blessings into the interior, shining immeasurably bright and bringing a sense of purity.
The crowd felt that this Buddha’s light was like the rising sun in the east, bringing endless light, and those who were not strong in their hearts even had thoughts of conversion.
“Humph. Zi Bu Bu Bu, strange power.”
With a furious hum of Confucianism’s “Hao Rang Zheng Qi” that dispelled the thoughts in the crowd’s minds, Ouyang Yan said disdainfully, “Pretending to be a god is nothing but false and empty coaxing words.”
The previous clarity of mind dissipated at the angry hum that stirred the scene, and even this immeasurable light slowly dissolved into nothingness.
However, the sudden appearance of the nine figures in the Pavilion of Ten Thousand Blessings caused a dark awe in the hearts of the many experts present who were of great merit.
At the sound of the Buddha’s trumpet, many people were already paying attention, but none of them noticed when these nine monks had entered the Pavilion of Ten Thousand Blessings.
Even Qing Yu, who possessed the ‘Heavenly Son Lookout Technique’, was the same. The nine monks appeared in the Pavilion of Ten Thousand Blessings in an instant, as if they had come by light, along with the bright and pure Buddha’s light.
‘This shouldn’t be.’ Qing Yu thought to himself.
These Tantric monks were still afraid of being strangled by the Zen Sect, and not a single strong person from the Tong Shen realm had appeared. The monk who led these nine monks, Monk Yuan Cheng, Qing Yu knew him, the highest realm among the experts who appeared in the Tantric Sect right now.
However, Monk Yuan Cheng’s realm was still at the True Dan realm, and he had not yet reached the Transcendent God realm, so even though Qing Yu’s “Heavenly Son’s Lookout Technique” could not see through his movements, he should be able to see some traces.
Moreover, not only did Qing Yu fail to see through it, but judging from the serious look on Ouyang Yan’s face in front of him, he should not have seen through it either.
Ouyang Yan was an expert of the same True Dan realm as Yuan Cheng, so it was completely impossible for Yuan Cheng to hide from him and instantly arrive in the Wanfu Pavilion with eight Divine Origin realm martial artists.
Yes, the other eight monks were all Divine Origin realm martial artists. Their situation, in Qing Yu’s eyes, was simple and clear, not to say that all their details were exposed, but they were considered to be nine out of ten.
These eight people, in theory, could never be concealed from Qing Yu and Ouyang Yan’s eyes. But they did.
But no matter what the people here thought, it was a fact that these nine Tantric monks had shown their authority. Feng Tian Ming, who was sitting on top, looked at the solemn-looking Ouyang Yan and said with a smile on his lips, “Master Yuan Cheng, thank you.”
“Amitabha Buddha,” said Yuan Cheng with folded hands, “Great Zhou has long been in peace, His Majesty is wise and holy, it is only right to recite sutras and pray for the blessings of Great Zhou and His Majesty, so there is no need to bother.”
Saying this, Yuan Cheng said to the eight monks behind him, “All of you, begin.”
The nine suddenly sat down on their knees, their bodies glowing with the same clear and pure Buddhist light as before, their true qi tied together in an inexplicable formation, and a formation diagram appeared under their seats.
”This is — the Nine Meeting Mandala.” Qing Yu looked at this formation diagram and had an enlightenment in his heart.
Just like the five Empyrean Sea people who had met at the Thousand Kungfu Fort before, Yuan Cheng and the other nine people had also taken advantage of this Tantric Sect’s supreme formation to completely unite their true qi into one, allowing Yuan Cheng and the others to possess a portion of the weather of the Tong Shen realm, which was why they were able to instantly arrive in the Manifold Pavilion without the True Dan realm’s Ouyang Yan noticing anything at all.
Now, Yuan Cheng and the others don’t know what they are going to do with this Nine Meeting Mandala Formation?
——”
As the words were chanted, the Buddha’s light on Yuan Cheng and the other nine became brighter and brighter, yet it did not give people a blinding impression.
Numerous golden swastikas came out of the mouths of the nine monks, circling upwards and converging at the top about ten feet away to form a large golden swastika.
The swastika, pushed by Yuan Cheng and the others, slowly rotated and flew above the jar filled with the congee, and the Buddha’s light, which was infinitely bright, slowly seeped into the congee.
This process lasted for a full quarter of an hour.
“Amitabha Buddha, go.”
Yuan Cheng suddenly opened his eyes and guided his fingers in an imaginary manner, lifting the long-prepared white jade bowl with true qi and suspending it in the air.
Subsequently, a golden light shot out from the large urn, and countless golden sand-like objects rushed out from the urn and flew into the various suspended white jade bowls in a staggered manner.
”Sh*t no, there really are glowing dishes.” With Qing Yu’s eyesight, he could clearly see that these golden sand-like substances were the staple food of this La Ba Ba Festival – La Ba congee.
After the unknown manipulation of Yuan Cheng and the others, this originally ordinary miscellaneous food was now glowing with a golden light, not unlike ordinary things.
After all the white jade bowls had been filled with the congee, they were pulled by their true qi and slowly dropped onto the table in front of each of them, landing right in the middle.
After this was done, Yuan Cheng got up and held the last two bowls of congee that had not been sent out by his true qi on his hands, and slowly walked up to the high platform and walked in front of Feng Tian Ming, handing over the two bowls of congee, “Your Majesty, Your Majesty, please!”
This monk was so cruel!
When everyone in the audience saw this scene, these words could not help but come to their minds.
An expert of the True Dan realm could already be called a “land god” and had embarked on the beginning of life’s metamorphosis. Even Feng Tianming, as the head of a country, could not make him do the work of serving porridge.
Now, however, Yuan Cheng had taken the initiative to do this job, putting down his stature as a True Dan realm martial artist.
At least at this moment, in Feng Tianming’s mind, the Tantric monk was much more understanding than the Confucian scholar.
At this scene, the faces of the crowd were different. Only Ouyang Yan, who was not as serious as he had been earlier, simply said calmly, ‘Drink your porridge’, and ignored this shocking scene.
‘It seems that there is something else going on here.’ Qing Yu thought to himself.
Then, he also ignored this scene and prepared to taste this enlightened congee.
Only, this ——
The golden Buddha’s light had completely dyed the congee golden, and now Qing Yu’s “Heavenly Son’s Lookout Technique” could still see wisps of Buddha’s light flowing in the congee, which looked like it was full of sacredness.
However, no matter how sacred it was, it could not conceal the fact that the congee was dyed golden and looked like the product of an upset stomach.
This sense of resemblance made Qing Yu not feel the urge to eat the congee, even though he knew that it should be good for him.
“Senior brother, what’s wrong with you?” Zeng Yue, who was beside him, saw Qing Yu staring at the enlightened congee for a long time and did not move, so he asked in a suspicious voice.
“Senior brother, I suddenly feel a bit sick to my stomach.”
At this moment, Qing Yu’s face was extremely rare and full of bitterness.
