Chapter 222: Chapter 2: Immortal’s Creation, a White Lotus

The night deepened, and the rain poured harder.

Lu Chengfeng returned to a nearby ruined temple, which was originally built by monks from the Great Zen Temple during their travels. After the temple’s downfall, the monks were hunted by various factions, and the citizens avoided them like the plague, leaving the temple abandoned.

This temple wasn’t very large and quite dilapidated, with the wind and rain blowing in through the broken walls. Fortunately, the roof above the Buddha statue was still intact, providing a place for temporary shelter.

The Buddha statue held a Vajra Pestle in its left hand, formed a mudra with its right, and displayed an angry countenance. It was the Guardian Buddha Vajra King Buddha worshipped by the Great Zen Temple.

In this desolate and remote temple, the atmosphere seemed rather eerie and sinister.

A pile of firewood burned in front of the statue, adding a touch of warmth to the chilly night.

Crash!

As Lu Chengfeng opened the door, the fierce winds and heavy rain surged inside, causing the bonfire to flicker wildly, almost extinguishing it.

With a creak, the door was shut, blocking the wind and rain outside.

Lu Chengfeng turned around to see an old monk sitting with his back to him in front of the fire. He respectfully said, “Disciple pays respects to Master.”

The old monk wore an ochre monk robe, with no shaven marks on his head. He sat in the lotus position, holding a string of Buddhist beads, facing the Buddha statue with his back to the door.

An aged voice echoed in the room, “The time left for you is short. In seven days, Xiang Qingchi will return to Youdu.”

“The two kings of the North and South will rise together, the True Dragon will emerge, and the unification of the world is within reach.”

Lu Chengfeng hastily removed his bamboo hat and raincoat, sitting by the fire. Only then did he sit next to the old monk and smilingly said, “Master always tells me these things, but I really find it hard to believe. Is there truly someone who can control the fate of all living beings, influencing the fate of dynasties?”

The old monk kept his eyes closed, his figure emaciated, with waxy yellow skin and long grayish eyebrows drooping down, naturally exuding the demeanor of an enlightened monk.

“Not controlling the fate of living beings, but influencing it.”

“When they cast a giant stone into the long river of destiny, it will naturally stir up surging waves. If they cast two True Dragons, it will naturally affect all beings.”

“Some sit high above in the nine skies, overlooking all beings, manipulating the pieces. Whether you believe it or not, everything is happening.”

Lu Chengfeng was speechless. He had been in seclusion for three years at the Yuncang Sword Sect, fully absorbing the gifts he had received before, making his accumulation and foundation incredibly profound.

He now solely commanded the Five Elements Divine Light Talisman, Eight Desolates Divine Fire Dragon Talisman, Pure Yang True Flame Talisman, Red Flood Dragon Talisman, and Cloud Light Talisman.

Essence, Qi, and Spirit were polished to perfection, with a pure Spiritual Will.

Three months ago, he was already capable of condensing his Primordial Spirit, breaking through to the Celestial Human Realm in one fell swoop.

Yet, he encountered this old man.

This old monk appeared out of nowhere, silently appearing at his secluded cultivation spot.

Lu Chengfeng was naturally quite startled, immediately attacking him and displaying all his Divine Skills to their peak, but the old monk remained motionless, rendering all his attacks useless.

Realizing the situation was unfavorable, Lu Chengfeng used his Escape Technique to flee, but when the old monk said, “Benefactor, please stay,” he found himself unable to move.

This person’s strength was unimaginably profound, and during their subsequent interactions, he seemed even more unfathomable.

This mysterious old monk claimed Lu Chengfeng as his chosen one, wanting to take a gamble.

When Lu Chengfeng asked questions, he gave vague answers.

Lu Chengfeng initially wanted to break through to the Celestial Human Secret Realm and then investigate the old man’s background, but he was dissuaded by him.

“Your Divine Skills are profound but chaotic. If you break through like this, you will have no hope of reaching the Immortal Realm in your lifetime.”

Lu Chengfeng was thoroughly convinced, thick-skinned, and repeatedly sought his advice, addressing him as Master regardless of whether the old monk acknowledged it.

Yet, the old monk only said, “I am here to form a karmic connection with you. You just need to accept this White Lotus, and I can pass on to you the Taoism Orthodox Divine Skill, the Nanming Lihuo Sword Scripture. Forge a Sword Embryo with Nanming Lihuo and complete the Ninth Transformation of the Primordial Spirit to enter the Immortal Path.”

Lu Chengfeng was skeptical, fearing he might fall into a trap.

The old monk didn’t force him, but no matter where Lu Chengfeng went, the old monk always appeared within a ten-mile radius of him.

Even when he left Liangzhou for Yan State, this old monk remained persistently haunting him.

Lu Chengfeng looked at the old man with some frustration and said, “Master, your words are too convoluted. I really don’t understand. How about you speak plainly?”

“No matter what, today I will give you an answer, how about that?”

He was truly at a loss since he couldn’t win against this old man and couldn’t shake him off. This time coming to Yan State, besides the opportunity to eliminate Yan Tiefeng, the main aim was to see if he could rid himself of this old man.

Lu Chengfeng quietly left Yun Cang, hiding his identity and changing his appearance, changing horses twelve times, even crossing mountains and rivers, without using the Great and Small Celestial Cloud Light Escape Technique. Yet, no matter where he appeared, this old man would always appear nearby.

Thus, after completing his task and killing Yan Tiefeng, he came to confront this old man.

The Buddhist beads in the old monk’s hand slowly rolled. After moving thirteen beads, he slowly spoke, “Knowing too much is not necessarily a good thing. Only by having no fear can you find opportunities in chaos.”

“Since you insist repeatedly, it seems that it is destiny and creation at work, and this old monk cannot force it.”

“But in the days to come, you will certainly face tribulation because of this.”

Lu Chengfeng watched him with a hint of sarcasm in his eyes, having already cursed him inwardly, but outwardly he showed no sign, “Rest assured, Teacher, I would rather be an informed ghost than be manipulated in ignorance.”

The old monk shook his head, “The place you are is originally named Red County, a peninsula suspended overseas, one of the treasured lands of the Divine State.”

“A thousand years ago, the Great Power Peacock King massacred the Four-direction Dragon Monarchs and sacrificed to refine the Five-Colored Divine Light, which enraged the Demon Race Great Power. A great battle broke out in Red County, causing the island to crack and split completely from the Divine State.”

“Since then, Red County has drifted at sea, difficult to find.”

“I was originally a cultivator of the Divine State, unexpectedly stranded on this island, fell for a dark scheme, and was severely injured, only recovering in recent years.”

Lu Chengfeng’s heart stirred slightly, asking, “Could it be that Teacher is the rumored Immortal?”

The old monk said, “What you call Celestial Human is known in the Divine State as Primordial Spirit Realm, also referred to as True Man, with the Ninth Transformation of the Primordial Spirit, they might achieve Ascension.”

“What is called an Immortal is one who pursues the path.”

“When one’s body is insufficient, one seeks externally, borrowing illusions to cultivate reality and accomplish the Great Tao.”

“In ancient times, most immortals were Sword Immortals, monks, or Daoists, achieving the path with magical treasures or flying swords, comprehending divine techniques and Taoist skills, seeking immortality, known to the world as immortals.”

“This old monk had already achieved the Dharma Body of an Arhat, and attested to the Dragon-Subduing Divine Techniques, but fell for a dark scheme, dropped from the Immortal Realm, and can no longer be considered an Immortal.”

Lu Chengfeng heard this and felt his heart race wildly. He had some guesses about this old man’s identity, and it turned out he really was an Immortal. Even a wounded Immortal is still an Immortal.

He immediately wanted to bow in worship but paused for a moment, asking, “Who schemed against you, Teacher? Could it be that there are still immortals existing in this Martial World?”

He subconsciously thought of the Immortal who received Princess Consort Xiang’s born Immortal Embryo but deliberately refrained from mentioning it, just asking with intent.

The old monk, who had attested to divine techniques as an Arhat, clearly saw through Lu Chengfeng’s small intentions but seeing he was useful, chose to ignore them.

“Red County once witnessed a great power battle, leading to a broken Taoist path and lost laws, yet three divine techniques remain in the world, known as the Five-Colored Divine Light, Heaven and Earth, and Qianyuan Golden Tripod.”

“There are two people who schemed against me, one practicing Heaven and Earth, the other practicing Qianyuan Golden Tripod.”

“In this world, the Taoist path is severed; no one should be able to achieve the Immortal Path. However, the Peacock King slaughtered the Four-direction Dragon Monarchs back then, sacrificing to refine divine techniques, the battle unfurled before achievement, leaving behind creation.”

“The Four-direction Dragon Monarchs were all Great Powers, though exterminated, their dragon bodies are undying.”

“Those two individuals obtained the creation left by the North Desolate Xuanyuan Dragon Monarch and the West Desolate Taiwu Dragon Monarch, attained divine techniques, and ascended to the Immortal Position.”

Lu Chengfeng listened intently; what the old monk spoke about was unheard of to him, involving the creation of becoming an immortal, how could he not take it seriously.

“Back then, I sailed across the sea, stranded on a desolate island, unsuspecting of the two’s schemes, forced to hide for survival.”

“Yet through this, I discerned many hidden secrets.”

“Red County is far from the Divine State, the Four-direction Dragon Monarchs represent four kinds of creation for immortality.”

The old monk narrated leisurely, “Among them, two creations have already made two immortals.”

“Two creations remain, trapped in the Yuncang Sword Sect in the form of the Red Dragon and the Cyan Dragon under the Massacre of Ten Thousand Forms.”

“The two attempted to take the creation with divine techniques, but I obstructed them in secret. The True Dragon’s body, though millennia old, still holds an undestroyed spirit. I utilized the Secret Technique of Buddhist Rebirth to reincarnate the two Dragon Monarchs.”

Lu Chengfeng almost cursed out loud, inwardly feeling discontent, “So it turns out the so-called Red Dragon Rebirth is the work of this old man.”

“The two Dragon Monarchs reincarnated, but their dragon bodies contain incomplete creation; even if refined, it’s difficult to ascend to the Immortal Position.” The old monk’s Buddhist Beads slowly rotated, as the campfire in front of him crackled and popped.

“Therefore, the two will surely seize the opportunity to help the two Dragon Monarchs regain their dragon bodies. They’ve already set numerous preparations, waiting for the right moment to seize the creation.”

By now, Lu Chengfeng had a rough grasp of the story the old monk told, but he believed only about thirty percent of what he said.

The real sorcery would be if the old monk had no ulterior motives or schemes, yet not a word of it was mentioned between the lines.

“This old monk has also set a few means in advance; within this White Lotus is sealed a wisp of the Red Dragon’s True Spirit by my secret technique.”

“No matter what those two plan, as long as the True Spirit is incomplete, the reincarnated Dragon Monarchs could not possibly ascend to the Immortal Position.”

“If you acquire this White Lotus, you will be qualified to engage in this world chess game.”

“If you slay the Red Dragon, you can gain its creation and ascend immediately to Immortality.”

“Of course, there are immense dangers involved.”

The old monk finally opened his eyes, within his pupils, a pale golden Buddha Light flowed, looking at Lu Chengfeng, saying slowly: “Will you accept this White Lotus?”

He extended his left hand as he spoke, a White Lotus blooming at his fingertips.

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