Chapter 67 Breaking the Curse Chapter 64: Breaking the Curse In Zi Xuan's opinion, the old monk's previous cultivation level was very terrifying, definitely more than just the middle stage of the Nascent Soul. Therefore, his words at this moment sounded a little sad to her. It is not easy for any peak powerhouse to accept the reality of falling back to a lower level of cultivation due to an accident. "This time, the master is naturally sincere!" After hearing what the old monk said, Zixuan nodded in agreement. Then she asked: "But, Master, could you please answer a few questions first to help me resolve my confusion?" The old monk was stunned for a moment, then smiled bitterly and said, "It seems that you are still worried! Well, ask! I will tell you everything I can tell you!" Zi Xuan was stunned. She didn't expect him to be so easy to talk to. Did he really want to help them? But, they didn't even know him!
"That's the best! We don't even know what to call the master?" The old monk was not surprised at all by this question. He smiled and replied, "My Buddhist name is Zhiyuan, and I am the abbot of Linyin Temple. Before I became a monk, people called me Old Man Xuanji." "Zhiyuan? Elder Xuanji?" Zixuan murmured. The name of this Elder Xuanji sounded unusual. However, Zixuan racked her brains but could not remember such a person. The old monk seemed to see the doubt in her heart and smiled calmly: "Little girl, you were probably not even born before I became a monk, so how would you know my name! But, no matter what, that was a long, long time ago..." Zi Xuan nodded, took a deep breath, and then asked: "How do you know our origins and identities?" She finally asked the question that had been weighing on her mind. "How do you know? The reason is very simple, because like you, I also come from the upper realm!" The old man smiled indifferently. "Are you from the upper realm too?" All three were shocked. "Then do you know how to go back?" Xiaojing asked. The old monk said lazily, "If I knew, would I still be here?" Xiaojing was stunned for a moment, not knowing what to say. "Then how do you know we just came from Xiangguo Temple? And you know we are in trouble..." Lan Lan thought for a moment and asked. "That's easy!" The old monk was startled when he heard this, and then he slowly recited a sentence: "To see through the secrets of heaven and connect the past and the present, only vertical and horizontal can do it!" Faced with this irrelevant answer, Zixuan and the other two looked at each other in confusion. Lan Lan blurted out, "What does this mean? I don't understand!" "The answer you want is in there." The old monk's expression suddenly became a little gloomy. He said indifferently, "You may not understand it now, but you will understand it in the future." "You--" Xiaojing wanted to say something else, but was stopped by Zixuan's eyes. Zi Xuan thought to herself, it seems there are some things he still doesn't want to say. The old monk looked at the three of them and sighed, "If there is no problem, let's start breaking the curse?"
"Master, are you okay as you are now?" Lan Lan asked in confusion, "This undead curse has already taken shape, and the monks of Xiangguo Temple are powerless. What is your strength?" “Just because those idiots in Xiangguo Temple can’t do it doesn’t mean I can’t do it.” The old monk chuckled, with a hint of pride in his words. "Although my magic power is not enough, don't worry, I still have this!" The old man pointed to the huge rock next to him. Under the puzzled gazes of the three people, the old man turned his hands, formed a strange seal, and then flicked his fingers, and a white light shot into the boulder. The boulder immediately shone brightly, revealing its original appearance. The boulder was green in color, like a piece of green jade. The stone was covered with strange lines, which meandered all the way to the bottom of the boulder. Faintly, the huge rock seemed to be moving with their breathing. Zi Xuan felt that the ground seemed to be trembling slightly. A strange and powerful wave rushed towards the stone, and the breath of the heaven and earth elemental force in the air diffused in this space. The three of them heard it clearly. A rhythmic "dong dong dong" sound came faintly from inside the boulder, which was like the beating of a living heart. Zi Xuan was surprised and asked: "This stone... could it be a magical weapon?" "Yes!" The old monk nodded, "This is a top-grade magic weapon, and it can be regarded as the energy source of Linyin Temple. Its main function is to absorb the spiritual energy of heaven and earth and turn it into its own use." After the old monk finished speaking, he waved his sleeves and a beam of energy light whizzed out from the stone, then intertwined above the hillside and turned into a light array. The light array then slowly fell down, gradually shrinking and adjusting, and then covered the three people on the hillside. The old monk then pressed his palm on the boulder, and a rich spiritual energy flowed into his body. His originally weak aura gradually began to become thick and powerful. Seeing this, Zi Xuan couldn't help but smack her lips in amazement. She had seen many top-grade spiritual tools, including some used to assist in cultivation. However, she had never seen one that could absorb the spiritual energy of heaven and earth like the stone in front of her, and could be temporarily converted and used directly for her own benefit. A few minutes later, the old monk's aura, through absorbing spiritual energy, had reached the peak of the middle Nascent Soul stage. Zi Xuan knew that although the old man had this to assist him, he couldn't absorb it endlessly. His meridians had dried up and shrunk, and he couldn't absorb any more spiritual energy. If he forced himself to do it, his body would burst because he couldn't bear the weight. "Although this is only a small amount of progress, it should be enough to deal with this blood curse of the undead." As Zixuan expected, Zhiyuan quickly withdrew his hand. His eyes narrowed slightly, full of depth and wisdom, and he whispered, "Which of you two will go first?" Xiao Jing glanced at Zi Xuan and said, "Let me go first!" Zixuan nodded. Xiaojing's cultivation level was low, so it should be easy to deal with. Besides, if Xiaojing came first, she could watch from the side to avoid any accidents. After all, she was not sure about the methods of this Master Zhiyuan. Zhiyuan was not surprised when he saw this. A smile appeared on his old face and he said: "In that case, let's get started now!" Xiao Jing nodded, and then sat cross-legged in front of the boulder. She lifted up her shirt, revealing the bloody pattern on her back. Zhiyuan looked solemn, and then he sat cross-legged behind Xiaojing. After sitting down, he clasped his hands together, looked solemn, and kept chanting mantras in a low voice. After these mantras came out of his mouth, they actually turned into tiny runes, like fish swimming out of a spring. After touching Xiaojing's body, they disappeared, as if they had entered her body. Lan Lan looked at it nervously, but couldn't see clearly what the rune was, nor could she understand what he was repeating over and over again. But Zixuan had some knowledge of Buddhism. Master Zhiyuan was reciting the six-syllable mantra of Buddhism at this time: Om Mani Padme Hum! This six-syllable mantra, also known as the six-syllable great bright mantra, is the most revered mantra by Buddhists. It is said that chanting it regularly can eliminate illness, suffering, punishment, achieve good results, and even complete merit.
After Zhiyuan chanted the mantra several times, a faint golden light suddenly appeared on his body, and his appearance was solemn, like a golden arhat. At the same time, Xiaojing's whole body trembled slightly, as if she was enduring great pain. A faint blood mist emanated from her body along with the chanting. Zhiyuan chanted faster and faster, and the mantra turned into a tide of runes that poured into Xiaojing's body. The blood-colored pattern on Xiaojing's back suddenly twisted and rolled, and the red stripes were thicker and larger than before, and the color was bright and vivid. They gathered together and turned into a hideous huge skull, with a distorted face, eyes wide open, and a roaring sound coming from its mouth. However, the sound was faintly trembling and fearful. What a powerful curse! Zixuan and Lanlan looked at each other and were secretly shocked. Just when they thought they would have to wait a long time, Zhiyuan suddenly stopped chanting and shouted coldly: "Duh!" At the same time, his right palm suddenly slapped on the ferocious giant face. Ah! A shrill scream suddenly rang out, filled with anger and unwillingness. At the moment Zhiyuan's palm slapped the skull on Xiaojing's back, a cloud of blood mist exploded and then slowly dissipated into the air. After a while, Zhiyuan let out a long sigh and stood up. His face was pale, and it was obvious that breaking the curse had consumed a lot of his energy. He said to Xiaojing who was still sitting, "It's ok, get up!" Zi Xuan pulled Xiao Jing up and quickly examined her back. The extremely hateful bloody skull that was like a thorn in the bone was indeed gone. "Sister, what's wrong?" Xiaojing asked hurriedly, unable to see behind her. "It's okay now!" Lanlan said with a smile. Xiaojing was overjoyed when she thought that this disgusting thing was finally no longer on her body. "Thank you, Master!" She bowed to Zhiyuan to express her gratitude, then turned to Zixuan and said: "Big sister, come too!" Zixuan nodded and then sat cross-legged on the ground. Seeing this, Zhiyuan beside him suddenly said: "Wait a minute!" …… (End of this chapter)