Chapter 359: Chapter 150: The ’Buddha?’ Under the Sea_3
"I don’t know." The clan leader still shook his head, not quite understanding these things.
He only knew that the Arhat taught them, and they practiced.
Just like how Zhang Feng now taught them martial arts and planting, they never asked, "Sir, why do you know so much?"
Because you never know which words might make someone annoyed.
...
Saying goodbye to the clan leader.
Zhang Feng is someone who can’t sit still.
Since he knew that the Arhat came here and cultivated in seclusion on the east of the island.
There might be some remnants or occasionally some insights recorded.
Regarding the masters of this world, spiritual cultivation masters.
So he had to take a look.
Anyway, just search.
Guessing is useless.
Zhang Feng swiftly moved towards the small island.
After descending the mountain.
Arrived at the approximate area indicated by the clan leader.
Zhang Feng saw there were no traces of human habitation here, surrounded by trees and weeds.
So, idle time is idle time.
Zhang Feng took off the machete from his waist, ready to dig.
Let’s see if he can unearth something.
...
Three days.
Zhang Feng turned the place upside down and found nothing.
It seemed people did not have the habit of hiding things or taking notes.
Thus.
Zhang Feng sat on the ground dazed.
Looking out at the distant coast, occasionally glancing at the soil he had turned.
It’s better to fill it up first, it’s overall unsightly.
But just by filling it, looking at the ground and then glancing at the nearby coast.
At this moment, Zhang Feng suddenly had an insight, thinking the Arhat might not have healed his wounds ’on the ground’.
After all, he was injured, what if his enemy isn’t dead?
If the enemy happened to pass by the island by boat, wouldn’t they easily spot him in the woods?
’Underwater, or underground!’
Zhang Feng thought for a moment, prepared to first search underwater.
Because there seemed to be no traces of caves or tunnels in this area.
Ran to the edge of the island.
Zhang Feng, holding a newly replaced machete, plunged into the sea.
Swimming around the shore.
Zhang Feng ignored the small fish around him and ignored the beautiful coral reefs, his eyes were focused only on the underwater perimeter of the island.
Swimming for about ten meters.
Zhang Feng saw a rock cave ten meters underwater on the perimeter of the island.
Seeing this.
Zhang Feng first emerged to catch his breath, then dived back underwater.
Because he had eaten spirit fruits and spirit grass, along with various martial arts practices, his constitution was now 63.
Plus the ’water attribute’ entry allowed him to catch his breath, and his spiritual thought could absorb water-attributed spiritual qi, providing some oxygen.
In normal conditions without using his hands, without significantly exhausting his gas, holding his breath for over an hour was simple.
If it were the Dan Jin world, peak Six Paths spiritual thought would allow holding breath for a day and a night.
Blub blub...
At the moment.
Zhang Feng neither caught nor exhaled his breath, just floated straight towards the cave.
Upon reaching here, sunlight was gone underwater, pitch-black.
The tunnel wasn’t wide, roughly one meter on both sides, one meter tall, couldn’t stand.
But fortunately, there were some glowing underwater plants on the rock walls, dimly lighting the area.
Continuing forward.
Zhang Feng swam about ten meters deep, feeling there seemed to be space above, the tunnel grew higher, gradually able to stand.
And after swimming another ten meters when resurfacing, there was air here.
Though still tunnel-shaped, there should be some kind of vent ahead, reaching directly to the top of the island, allowing air exchange.
Thus, dive, and continue swimming.
Start searching underwater.
Swimming another ten meters deep.
Zhang Feng suddenly saw a huge shadow ahead.
Upon cautiously approaching, when within three meters, bypassed to the wider front side.
Amidst the glowing water plants around, Zhang Feng saw that the shadow was a gigantic underwater stone Buddha!
It sat crossed-legged, two meters tall, covered with green moss, but its eyes were bright, resembling strange gemstones.
Seeing it made Zhang Feng tense his heart, suddenly finding such a carving in the deep-water tunnel was truly startling.
At the same time, on the nearby wall, Zhang Feng saw a line of words, ’Spiritual beings shall obtain, spiritless shall retreat.’
Couldn’t understand, but there must be good stuff.
Happened to be a ’spiritual being’.
Although not strong yet, only one path, but it’s something.
Whoo—
Zhang Feng adjusted his mindset, continued to swim towards that side.
But just then, when two meters away from the Buddha statue, the statue’s mouth strangely opened and closed, vibrating out a visible wave.
Clang~
Simultaneously, a sound using seawater as the medium instantaneously surged towards Zhang Feng.
This sound wasn’t the Buddhist ’Aum, ma, chi,’ or other mantras, but a heavy broadsword striking steel’s deafening clash.
In an instant, Zhang Feng’s ears deafened, tiny blood spots mixed with seawater in his ears, and it seemed ’blub blub’ resounding around, the water flow seemingly morphed into haunting ghosts.
’Magic sound skill?’
At this moment, Zhang Feng knew what he had encountered, but his mind was dizzy, his strength depleted by half, temporarily helpless, could only relax and float in the water.
Whoo~
Naturally floated up from the water, reached the tunnel’s top.
Zhang Feng lay on the water surface, took a breath of air, rubbed the base of his ears with both hands.
’Didn’t expect the Buddha statue to have a mechanism?
Fortunately, I had inner strength and spiritual thought to protect myself, and also entries enhancing resistance against unconventional methods.
Otherwise, if completely hit by this sound skill, even if not deafened as a fool, my ears would have been damaged.
Despite this, now my hearing has decreased by at least 30%, need three or four days of resonance to heal.’
Thoughts surged, Zhang Feng felt the Buddha statue must be related to the Arhat’s ’main cultivation technique’.
Recalling the words ’spiritual beings shall obtain’.
Possibly, the Buddha statue’s mechanism contained training methods for this sound skill!
Regarding this sound skill, after experiencing its powerful effect, Zhang Feng was determined to obtain it.
Relying solely on spiritual qi, this sound skill could ’harm others across distances’.
With his mindful lung resonance, capable of strengthening the air flow, combined with the inner strength, boosting the quality of the air flow.
Finally, with powerful constitution and spiritual qi.
Any cultivation technique he acquired would yield effects more overwhelming than the ’holder’s’.
Possibly, using his knowledge of sound skills, could infer the nascent form of a sword pill.
The more Zhang Feng thought, the more excited he became, after resting a little, tore two small pieces of cloth, plugged them in his ears, then submerged underwater again.
Though this ’sound skill assault’ was mostly a mix of spiritual and spiritual qi impact, simply blocking ears was ineffective, mostly required personal spiritual qi defense.
But plugging strips in could at least reduce the secondary vibration damage from substantial sound waves in his ears.
Whoo—
Continued swimming towards the Buddha statue.
Zhang Feng chose not to bypass its top because if the Buddha statue’s top held any mechanism darts, unexpectedly triggered midway, it’d be unforeseeable.
Thinking was easy, Zhang Feng still took out his machete, keeping it in front of his body as he ’drifted’ past.
Slowly approached.
It seemed the Buddha statue had only that roaring mechanical power.
When Zhang Feng was half a meter away, no sound was heard.
Ping ping...
Zhang Feng poked it up and down with his knife, nothing happened.
Slowly approached.
Swam to its side.
Zhang Feng realized why nothing occurred, because it was in the ’charging’ interval.
There were several enigmatic symbols on its side, and near its neck were several similar drainage mechanism holes.
These symbols, these "whistle-like" mechanisms, gathered sea-bottom spiritual qi, creating a weakened sound skill effect.
Otherwise, if a superb master were here, and delivered a strike.
Given his current constitution of 60-some, he’d be shaken to death instantly.
Thinking about it, Zhang Feng circled to its back, prepared to scrutinize its mechanism layout, but found dense small characters engraved on its back.
On it were five words engraved:
"Demon-Banning Spell of Arhat"