Longevity and Immortal Cultivation: Starting from Controlling Your Own Essence.

Chapter 227 Tongxing Arhat and Ze Patriarch
Mani Kingdom, the central land.

The majestic and solemn Mani Temple is located here, covering an area of ​​hundreds of miles, like a large city.

Hundreds of thousands of monks and novice monks recite Buddhist scriptures with morning bells and evening drums;

The source of Buddhism in the [-] temples, the source of the country's title of the Buddhist kingdom on the ground, and the well-deserved ancestral land of thousands of monks.

"Om mani padme hum..."

The dull sound of chanting mantras and scriptures resounded all over the field, causing the sky to shake, and the pale golden light rushed straight into the bullfight, reflecting pieces of golden auspicious clouds.

Among the golden auspicious clouds, there are countless Buddhist secret mantras fluctuating up and down, flying up and down, spreading a misty luster like a thin veil, and dipping down like spring rain.

No matter ordinary people or powerful monks, when they come under the golden clouds and enter the Mani Temple, they can suddenly feel a lot of peace in their hearts, as if they have obtained eternal joy and stability.

And in the depths of the Mani Temple:

A majestic and majestic palace, located in a quiet and uninhabited courtyard.

Inside the palace is a wide jade wall covering an area of ​​tens of feet, on which is a map of the entire Mani Kingdom, with mountains, rivers, and cities dotted with Buddhist temples.

On the whole map, the golden light and black air can be seen permeating with the naked eye. The two are entangled with each other and fluctuate. Sometimes the golden light rises and the black air dims, and sometimes the black air surges and the golden light slumps.

Looking around:

In the entire Mani Kingdom, with a territory of 10,000+ miles in length and width, the golden light and black air are changing all the time, and seem to maintain a state of opposition and balance forever.

"Huh, huh..."

The long breathing sound like a dragon's chant echoed in the empty hall, like a dry old tree sighing in its twilight years.

An old monk with a white face and beardless but long white eyebrows sat cross-legged in front of the huge jade disc, watching the entanglement of golden light and black air, his eyes were like deep pools.

"...Master."

The sound of footsteps came from far and near, Zhenhui prostrated herself at the entrance of the hall, and whispered:
"Taoist Tianshuang, who is guarding the Devil's Cave of Mingze, has just sent a message through the Immortal Tournament Formation, saying that he is going to go out for a few years temporarily, and asks the temple to send someone to replace him."

"I see."

The old monk spoke slowly, his voice hoarse and dry:

"According to my decree, go to your senior brother Zhenliang, and ask him to replace Taoist Tianshuang and temporarily sit in the Nether Ze Devil's Den."

"Yes."

Zhenhui saluted respectfully before getting up and leaving the palace quickly.

The Dajue Hall, ranked first among the twelve halls of the Mani Temple, is responsible for monitoring the world's magic caves and earth turbidity. Its power and status are so high that it is faintly above the abbot of the Mani Temple.

The golden-bodied arhats who managed the Dajue Hall in the past are often the most valued successors of those great arhats, and this generation is no exception.

It's just that times have changed:

Tongxing Arhat has been in charge of the Dajue Hall for three years, but he has not yet achieved the realm of the Great Arhat. Seeing that his life span is over [-], there will inevitably be a lot of criticism in the Mani Temple.

And for all of this, Accelerator Arhat in the center of the vortex knew it clearly, but he didn't care, he just looked at the vast jade map and sighed silently from time to time.

"Da da da……"

Not long after Zhenhui left, there was another sound of steady and powerful footsteps.

From the sound of footsteps, Tong Tong seemed to have judged the identity of the person coming, his brows were slightly frowned, and he suddenly said:

"Junior Brother Tong Yuan, you are here."

"Is there any explanation for those master uncles and grand master uncles?"

"Correct."

The current abbot of the Mani Temple, Tongyuan Luohan, who was dressed in brocade red and black gold cassock, sighed, put his hands together, and said in a low voice:

"Uncle Guangming Taishi, let me tell you a word, brother."

"He said that if you are unwilling to get enlightened and let go of your knots, you can only give up the Hall of Great Enlightenment and resign from the position of arhat in charge of the hall, so as to give the younger generation a way to make progress."

"He's only going to give you another 20 years at most."

"..."

Accelerating Arhat's eyelids drooped, and he was silent for a while before slowly saying:

"Do you really think... this is a way to make progress?"

"I do not know."

Abbot Tong Yuan said calmly:
"I have long lost hope of becoming a great arhat. I was ordered to take charge of all the affairs of the Mani Temple. I have been working hard for many years, and I have also extinguished the desire to make progress."

"But the great arhats of the past dynasties have almost all achieved enlightenment in this position, and now there are far more than one or two senior brothers who are staring at this position..."

Accelerating Arhat smiled lightly, and said slowly:
"Since they want it so much, I'll just give it up."

While speaking, he was about to get up and leave the futon without any hesitation, as if he had been waiting for this day to come.

"Wait a minute!"

Abbot Tong Yuan stopped him, shook his head and said:
"Brother, why are you so impatient?"

"Since Grand Master Uncle has spoken, then 20 years will be 20 years."

"The 20-year period is not over, then you can't let it go; even if you let it out, no one will dare to take it."

Hearing the words, the passing arhat was silent for a long time before shaking his head and saying:

"They shouldn't have hoped for me anymore."

"why not?"

Abbot Tong Yuan's voice was low:
"Three years ago, senior brother, you were qualified to become a great arhat, but you have been delayed until now."

"I've always wondered why you insist on obsessing over these insignificant things, and are so reluctant to be enlightened and make progress..."

"Small thing?!"

Hearing the words, Accelerator Arhat abruptly interrupted his words, raising his voice a bit:
"The well-being of all beings, how can it be a trivial matter?"

Abbot Tong Yuan looked at him expressionlessly:
"First there are Buddhas, and then there are sentient beings."

"If you don't become a Buddha first, how can you be qualified to save sentient beings? Brother, don't you understand?!"

"..."

Accelerating Arhat's face twitched, took a deep breath, then let it out slowly, and said in a hoarse voice:

"You go."

Abbot Tong Yuan turned around and left, the black gold cassock on his body was extremely dazzling in the sun, and the voice came from afar, revealing a trace of indifference:
"Brother, please remember, you still have 20 years."

…………

In the blink of an eye, three months have passed.

On this day, Zhang Yao was sitting in the Demon Sealing Hall of Changle Palace, with his legs crossed and his eyes closed, focusing on three tasks:
A ray of divine sense controls the magic power, continuously dissipating the demonic energy; a ray of divine sense is thrown into the magic circle, chatting and communicating with golden core monks and golden body arhats from all over the place.

And most of the mind and energy are used to comprehend and practice the supernatural power of 'Tianfeng Wutang', and strive to push the progress to perfection as soon as possible.

"Ok?"

Suddenly, Zhang Yao seemed to notice something and opened his eyes.

"Which fellow Taoist is visiting?"

As soon as the words fell, a heroic laughter came from the outside:

"Hahaha... Fellow Daoist Qingxu, it's me."

Hearing this, Zhang Yao immediately recognized the identity of the person coming from the voice, and showed a smile:
"It turns out to be Fellow Daoist 'He Ze', please come in quickly."

As he spoke, he got up and left from the futon, and went to greet him outside Changle Palace.

Outside Changle Palace:

A middle-aged Taoist with long black robes and a high crown, stood in front of the palace gate, the hem of his robe fluttered when the mountain wind blew.

His face was slightly dark, and he had three long beards under his chin. The aura around him was as deep as the sea, and it was like an invisible vortex, constantly stirring.

"Fellow Daoist Heze, you and I have finally met."

Zhang Yao stepped forward to greet him, looked at the figure of the middle-aged Taoist, and couldn't help but wonder:
"Fellow Daoist Heze's skill is really ingenious and exquisite!"

"With my divine sense and insight, I can't even see any flaws in this puppet body of Fellow Daoist, it's perfect!"

That's right, the Golden Core cultivator 'He Ze Patriarch' in front of him is actually a puppet.

Among the many foreign Golden Core monks in the Mani Kingdom, most of them are in the early and middle stages of Golden Core, and there are only two in the late Golden Core, namely 'He Ze Patriarch' and 'Bai Yu Niangniang'.

The ancestor of Heze, who sits in Panlong Mountain, is said to be from Donglang Prefecture, one of the nine prefectures in Tianzhou, and is proficient in the extremely rare puppet technique.

And it's worth mentioning:
This ancestor of Heze is the one who has stayed in the Mani Kingdom for the longest time among many foreign monks. It is said that he has stayed for almost 150 years.

Every Jindan monk from outside will basically order an incarnation puppet from the ancestor Heze to maintain his daily travel needs. Many Jindan monks also rely on the puppet incarnation.

"Hahaha...Fellow Daoist Qingxu is absurd."

Patriarch Heze stroked his beard and smiled, and said:

"The puppet incarnation you ordered from me earlier, I spent three months, and finally succeeded in refining it, and today it is here to deliver it to your door."

"Why don't you check and accept it first, and after confirming that there is no problem, let's talk about other things?"

"Something else?"

Zhang Yao's expression moved slightly, and he suddenly understood in his heart——

The old ancestor Heze came to visit today, and it seems that he is not only sending an avatar puppet, but also has other things to ask him.

"Okay, then do as you wish."

Zhang Yao nodded in agreement, stretched out his hand sideways and said:

"Fellow Daoist, let's go in and talk."

Soon, after the two entered the front hall, the host and guest were seated separately, and Patriarch Heze released the puppet incarnation he had brought.

With a wave of his sleeve, a lifelike portrait suddenly appeared in the hall, almost identical in appearance and physical characteristics to Zhang Yao's deity, completely indistinguishable to the naked eye.

"Tsk tsk tsk, it's amazing..."

Zhang Yao was amazed. After using his divine sense to investigate carefully, he found many differences in details, which could prove that this is a puppet and not a real person.

However, this is a state that has not been refined. If it is refined with mana and spiritual thoughts, it will be difficult to detect pure spiritual thoughts, unless there are special verification methods or direct hands.

Zhang Yao unearthed a ray of divine thought, penetrated into the core of the avatar puppet, and refined the central source.

"Buzz!"

In an instant, the puppet incarnation suddenly moved, opened its eyes, and met Zhang Yao's eyes.

With a thought, Zhang Yao tried to manipulate this puppet body, and found that it was almost as convenient and smooth as the real body.

The most amazing thing is that the body is obviously made of metal, but the various senses are basically the same as the flesh and blood body. If it is replaced by a mortal, I am afraid that it will not be able to tell the nuances.

The only difference is:

Zhang Yao's real body is extremely powerful, and his mana is unparalleled, but the strength of this body is very poor, similar to ordinary spiritual weapons, probably equivalent to the body training monks in the early and middle stages of foundation establishment.

Moreover, the mana that this body can carry is limited, and its combat power is not strong. For Jindan monks, it can only be destroyed with a flick of a finger.

Of course, this is only used for travel and communication, and it is not a fighting puppet itself.

The inside of this kind of puppet is also engraved with a series of complex formations. As long as it is not too far away, beyond the range of one hundred thousand miles, it can always maintain the control of spiritual sense.

"how?"

Patriarch Heze stroked his beard, revealing a hint of complacency:
"This incarnate puppet, fellow Taoist Qingxu, is he satisfied?"

(End of this chapter)