Chapter 178 A Thorough Mess

When Wei Yuan was trapped in the illusion of Peach Blossom Spring.

In the deepest part of this Peach Blossom Spring, a contest had lasted for a full seven days and seven nights. Countless peach blossoms slowly fell, landing on the ground, only to be completely melted by golden Buddhist light. A young monk in black robes stood with one hand upright in front of his chest, a string of black sandalwood prayer beads hanging between his thumb and index finger, which he slowly rotated.

Faintly, countless chanting sounds echoed continuously, colliding with the sea of flowers in front.

And in front of him, in the place surrounded by the sea of flowers, was a man whose face was shrouded in black robes. This kind of clothing was commonly used by the people of the ancient Shenzhou borderlands and deserts to block wind and sand. Now, only his chin was exposed. He seemed to have no cultivation, but he could control this eight-hundred-li sea of flowers.

Yes, eight hundred li.

Under the supernatural power of the black-robed monk, it had already been determined that the specific range of this secret realm under the perception of ordinary people. The man opposite him said in a hoarse voice, "...It has already taken seven full days, Master Daoyan. The sea of flowers here is endless. Even if you destroy more, it will be meaningless."

Daoyan raised his eyes slightly and said, "Endless?"

The black-robed man replied proudly, "If we use the saying from your Buddhist scriptures, it is as numerous as the sands of the Ganges. If your Buddhist light can destroy one flower, two new flowers will be born in that time. With this ebb and flow, it will never be exhausted."

The black-robed youth withdrew his gaze, his eyes calm.

It was he who had previously handed over the ancient artifacts he had collected to Wei Yuan in the museum, only to discover that this guy simply didn't remember him. Theoretically speaking, it wasn't impossible to seek revenge in that situation, but Daoyan couldn't get over that hurdle in his heart.

So, he ran out to look for new ancient objects imbued with Wei Yuan's true spiritual aura.

He had mastered the Buddhist heavenly eye, and was initiated into the karmic eye.

So, he really found an ancient object with Wei Yuan's rich true spiritual aura.

While chasing it, he discovered this secret realm. For Daoyan, who was proficient in the karmic eye, leaving such a secret realm alone was probably equivalent to those playing games like The Witcher 3 seeing a bunch of question marks on the single-player map and ignoring them; or opening a software with a bunch of red dots and not clicking on them.

Generally speaking, could a normal person endure it?

Perhaps they could.

But he couldn't!

The black-robed monk entered calmly.

And Daoyan also discovered that this place was a vast and boundless secret realm. Many people had been bewitched into the illusion. In shock and anger, he used the Buddhist Lion's Roar, traveling eight hundred li, trying to awaken these people. And this led to him being noticed—

In fact, after arriving at this peach forest, being discovered was only a matter of time.

At this moment, that scroll with Wei Yuan's true spiritual aura was placed on the ground between him and the black-robed man.

The young monk stood with one hand upright, silently chanting the Buddhist Diamond Sutra.

Behind him were about a dozen ordinary people he had rescued. The monk's sleeves were wide and swaying.

A small child was hiding behind the monk, somewhat afraid.

If it weren't for these people, how could this so-called Peach Blossom Spring trap him?

Daoyan narrowed his eyes slightly, and his right hand turned the prayer beads, as if sighing.

Then he lowered his left hand and took the child's hand.

The black-robed man was silent for a moment, and then said:

"I'm actually a little confused. As far as I know."

When he said this, his voice paused, and then with a hint of mockery, "Master Daoyan, you are the master of the Pure Land Sect of Buddhism. Before, the seven sects of Buddhism and the Longhu Mountain of Taoism had a good fight, and no face was left, right?"

"Speaking of which, your Pure Land Sect's Buddhist Pure Land is no different from my Peach Blossom Immortal Village."

"Why don't you and I join forces?"

Daoyan shook his head and said, "You're wrong."

"You simply don't understand what Pure Land is."

The young monk's tone was calm and even:

"All beings have desires, things they seek but cannot obtain, things they cannot let go of. The Buddhist Pure Land is a place for all beings to store their desires and regrets. This humble monk naturally knows that Chan Buddhism's sudden enlightenment and Weishi's gradual cultivation are both supreme and wonderful methods that can lead practitioners onto the right path. However, there are mostly mortals in the world."

"Of those who attain sudden enlightenment in Chan Buddhism, fewer than one in a thousand succeed. Most are just empty talk about profound mysteries."

"And in the Weishi sect, how many have cultivated to the point of 'all things are consciousness' throughout the ages?"

"Since most people can neither let go of their attachments nor overcome their desires."

"Then let these attachments remain, and let these desires be entrusted to worshiping the Buddha."

"It is a 'false' letting go."

"Since one cannot let go oneself, then create something to entrust it to, and use this thing to place one's attachments there, and live one's life; this thing can be the Buddha, or other things, or even a bowl of noodles, it is just named Pure Land."

"This is the original origin of the Pure Land Sect."

"It's just that later, there were more and more disciples, and they were of mixed quality, and they went further and further astray."

"But no matter what, even this smoky Pure Land now."

"At least everything in life is dominated by human beings themselves, and everything in life is real and not false. The process of worshiping the Buddha is not for others, but for oneself. The origin is also some eminent monks who wanted to help ordinary people let go of their attachments, but they ultimately failed to understand human desires; and this so-called Peach Blossom Spring is just a terrible dream, everything is illusory, a so-called fulfillment that is manipulated by others, and from the beginning, it did not treat people as people."

The young monk's tone was cold: "It's just an illusory bubble."

"Not worth refuting!"

"You... good!"

The black-robed man's face was slightly cold. The plan of the gods was actually refuted by a monk from Shenzhou. Enraged, he snorted coldly, and with a wave of his sleeve, he summoned the boundless sea of flowers, intending to exhaust this young man to death. The peach blossoms of Peach Blossom Spring were endless, and this monk had spent seven days and seven nights for these ordinary people. A little more time would be enough to exhaust him to death.

But at this moment, an accident suddenly occurred.

The previously endless sea of flowers had originally condensed into the appearance of ferocious beasts and waves, but when it was about to crash down, it suddenly stagnated. Then, with a gust of breeze, the sea of flowers that rushed towards Daoyan slowly turned into dust. From a distant place, a faint sound of swords could be heard.

Daoyan was surprised.

Then, as if he had thought of something, his expression became more calm, and he said lightly:

"Is this, the so-called endless, inexhaustible supply?"

"This humble monk has really learned something."

The black-robed man's eyes sank slightly, knowing that someone else had come. He said coldly, "Just now, I only used the power of one peach forest, and suffered a slight hidden loss. Master Daoyan, why are you in such a hurry to sneer? Is it that you can't hold on any longer? Since that's the case, I might as well tell you clearly that this is the power of a venerable god, endless, as numerous as the sands of the Ganges, and countless."

"How dare you, a small Pure Land Sect monk, refute it?"

The man waved his sleeves, and the sea of flowers was vast, surging like ferocious beasts. There is such a saying in Buddhism, "One flower, one world; one leaf, one universe; a drop of water in the palm, ten thousand eight thousand insects." But now, the number of flowers here is far more than ten thousand eight thousand.

Each peach blossom carried the power to stir people's desires and attachments.

Even true cultivators of Buddhism and Taoism would probably fall into the boundless sea of suffering because of this.

Then, each peach blossom became more and more vibrant. This represented that these seas of flowers had already taken effect, reading memories, and recreating what was sought and held onto. At first, the peach blossoms of about ten trees lit up, and Daoyan's expression was peaceful, which could be considered calm. Then it was a hundred trees, one hundred trees, two hundred trees, and even a thousand trees, two thousand trees. Daoyan frowned slightly.

The black-robed man was calm and indifferent, standing with his hands behind his back.

"This is the god's..."

Just as he was about to speak, the peach blossoms all dimmed, and then in the next moment, the sea of flowers within a hundred miles became bright together, as if blooming in the spring. Wisps of baleful aura hidden beneath the illusion gathered together. This represented that the arrangements of the Peach Blossom Spring within a hundred miles had all been activated, boundless and magnificent for a time.

Then, a hundred miles of peach blossoms fell into the mud, slowly scattering.

Silently, but even more magnificent because of this, carrying a kind of unspeakable great terror.

As if everything was withering.

A full hundred miles, a sea of flowers that could make countless people sink into dreams.

After only three breaths, it completely withered and turned into mud.

And it actually didn't recover anymore.

There was a hint of surprise in Daoyan's eyes.

This didn't seem like the formation was forcibly broken... It was more like it had completely exceeded the limit. The entire Peach Blossom Spring, such a secret realm of the Age of Gods, had slowed down in an instant, and could no longer recover... How many people had come in? Could it be that all the disciples of Longhu Mountain had come?

The black-robed man was silent for a long time, muttering to himself, "This, how is this possible..."

Daoyan learned from the medic in his memories, smiling and repeating:

"Endless, inexhaustible."

"As numerous as the sands of the Ganges, and countless."

"Amazing, amazing."

The black-robed man gritted his teeth, a trace of anger and a trace of terror appearing in his eyes.

He was faintly connected to this peach forest.

He was the master of the Peach Blossom Spring formation.

And at this moment, the will that was fed back to him by these gathered peach forests, countless formation nodes, was actually—

Overfed?

Along with the noisy static, streams of will appeared in his mind, almost bursting his head.

Unable to accommodate!

Unable to accommodate!

Deduction in progress—unable to complete!

High-level existence detected, unable to evolve.

Abandon.

Power at the level of the Heavenly God detected, unable to evolve.

Abandon.

A large number of creatures with good fortune detected...

Doubt, doubt.

The length of the target's era of survival is problematic... Locking onto the lifeform, attempting to analyze—

Warning: crossing time length.

Target has a type of solidified soul that is extremely close to the human race's war ███

Attempting to separate from the target's desires.

Separation…

Finally, in the feedback from the formation, there was even a trace of fear—

"Disqualified from separation, stripped from the dream."

"Unable to separate."

Peach Blossom Spring Formation · Seven of Three.

Completely annihilated.

Wei Yuan opened his eyes.

Sitting quietly in the wheelchair, a hundred miles of Peach Blossom Spring turned into powder, surrounding him, slowly dissipating.