Chapter 842: Chapter 495: Defeating Immortals!
“I hope that Friend Moluo will not disclose this matter,”
“Naturally, I am not one to be talkative. If Benefactor Zuo indeed has the opportunity to break through, it would be a blessing for the world.” Moluo clasped his hands together in a gesture of agreement.
“Hmm.”
After a moment of silence between the two, Moluo suddenly spoke:
“On this visit, besides informing you about the Immortal Domain, I would like to ask for a favor from you.”
“Please tell.”
The Heavenly Master’s gaze gradually became solemn. From just one glance, he could discern some secrets about Zuo Chengzong, making it clear that this person was certainly not as simple as he appeared.
Possibly stronger than him, so naturally he did not dare to be careless.
“I would like to…”
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As Moluo and the old Heavenly Master of Wudang Mountain were discussing important matters, the discourse between Chen Yuan and Zuo Chengzong had also concluded. Although their discourse lasted only an hour, both gained a lot from it.
Zuo Chengzong was unlike others. When he previously engaged in discourse with Chen Yuan, either his cultivation was much stronger, or much weaker. There were very few who could converse with him as equals.
Engaging in discourse with such a friend, for Chen Yuan, made the journey worthwhile.
Zuo Chengzong’s understanding of Thunder Skill was profound, even touching upon the ultimate truths of the Dao, truly demonstrating to Chen Yuan the terrifying potential of a direct disciple of an Immortal Sect.
And for Zuo Chengzong, today’s discourse was equally beneficial.
After the discourse, Moluo had still not returned, so Chen Yuan did not rush down the mountain but, at Zuo Chengzong’s invitation, decided to stay overnight.
To experience firsthand the foundation of an Immortal Sect.
Among the rumored Wudang Seven Sons, Chen Yuan did not meet them all; he only met the Seventh Son, True Master Zhang, who greeted Chen Yuan warmly without any of the airs of a Yang Transformation True Master.
During the conversation, after obtaining Chen Yuan’s consent, Zuo Chengzong disclosed to that True Master Zhang that Chen Yuan had become the Golden Envoy of Liangzhou and had come to assume his post.
Faced with an official and Zuo Chengzong’s friend, that True Master Zhang assured Chen Yuan that if trouble arose in the future, he could come to Wudang Mountain for help.
Even King of Beiliang, Wei Jinfeng, would show some respect to Wudang Mountain.
Chen Yuan expressed his thanks.
Wudang Mountain held goodwill towards him, and Chen Yuan would not repay it with malice. He reciprocated their courtesy.
That night, Chen Yuan stayed in a superior guest room on Wudang Mountain, where the Heaven and Earth Primordial Energy was unusually dense, yet he had no heart for cultivation, constantly pondering why Moluo had not returned.
What were they talking about with that True Master Zhang?
Based on today’s revelations, Chen Yuan could conclude that the old Heavenly Master at the peak of Wudang Mountain must undoubtedly be an Earth Immortal; otherwise, Senior Moluo would not behave so.
Only martial artists of the same realm can truly treat each other equally.
It was nearly dawn when Chen Yuan suddenly opened his eyes and stared ahead, asking:
“Have you returned, Senior?”
“The discourse delayed me somewhat, making you wait for long,” the White-clothed Moluo’s figure slowly stepped out of the void, manifesting in front of Chen Yuan.
Thus revealing some circumstances to Chen Yuan.
But Chen Yuan naturally did not believe this; he did not think Senior Moluo came to Wudang Mountain just to engage in discourse with that Heavenly Master, especially after sending everyone else away.
There must be some unmentionable secrets involved.
Yet, if Moluo did not speak, he would not inquire too much but only smiled and said:
“You hide well, Senior. It never occurred to me, regardless of my considerations, that you would be the former leading Bodhisattva of Spirit Mountain, the Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva.”
“The past is like the wind, gone with the breeze. As I mentioned before, the Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva of Spirit Mountain has already fallen. Now, I am Moluo,”
Moluo clasped his hands together, emanating an invisible aura of compassion.
“You speak rightly, Senior. Yet I remain curious; was a Bodhisattva selected after you were suppressed by the people of Spirit Mountain?
If so, the foundation of Spirit Mountain is truly profound.”
“Spirit Mountain indeed has a profound foundation, but as for the latter Bodhisattva…” Moluo recalled the short figure and sighed, “The origin of that Bodhisattva is somewhat unique and does not come from Spirit Mountain.”
“Who, then?”
Chen Yuan asked.
Moluo pointed in a direction and said:
“That Bodhisattva comes from the Southern Border.”
“Could it be from the demon clan?”
Chen Yuan, observing Moluo’s demeanor, instinctively asked.
Previously, he would not have thought so, but today, having witnessed the Immortal Crane of Wudang Mountain and hearing from Zuo Chengzong that other Immortal Sects also have Sect Guardian Spirit Beasts, he began to wonder.
Moreover, as Moluo said, it was the Southern Border; besides Prince Zhen Nan and his generals, it was mostly the fearsome demon clan known for terror.
“Indeed.”
Hearing Moluo’s precise answer, Chen Yuan’s eyes showed a mix of surprise and curiosity. He did not expect that even a demon clan member could openly be called a Bodhisattva, proving Spirit Mountain’s distinctiveness.
“Could you talk about this person’s origin, Senior?”
Chen Yuan was personally curious.
Moluo hesitated for a while and pondered, saying:
“This demon was originally a Great Saint of the Southern Border’s demon clan, unparalleled in combat prowess, but for unknown reasons bore deep resentment toward the Buddhist sect. Five hundred years ago, they led the Southern Border’s demon clan across the southwest’s absolute land, intending to surprise the Western Regions and annihilate Spirit Mountain.
Unfortunately, two fists can’t defeat four hands. This demon was suppressed beneath Spirit Mountain by me, Manjusri, and others. After centuries under the Buddha Light, their ferocity gradually faded, ultimately converting to Buddhism.”
Chen Yuan frowned, startled by Buddhism’s power of conversion. That Great Demon, having led the demon clan against Spirit Mountain, must have had immense grievances.
Yet through transformation, they not only converted to Buddhism but also became one of the four Bodhisattvas of Spirit Mountain. It was an ironic twist for that Great Demon.
Spirit Mountain, however, gained significant strength.
“It seems Spirit Mountain’s ambitions are vast,” Chen Yuan couldn’t help but sigh.
The Western Regions, Central Plains, Southern Border, and he heard there was still overseas Japan; if the Northern Border’s Barbarians Clan were also involved, it would indeed be frightening.