Chapter 41

Little monk Wuzhen, with his plump and round figure, moved with incredible lightness and agility, like a feather floating through the forest. Tang Yan and Ailinda had to exert all their strength to keep up with him.

Following the undulating mountain path, the three of them darted through the densest part of the forest, constantly changing directions. Eventually, Tang Yan and Ailinda were completely disoriented and no longer tried to keep track of their path, focusing only on following Wuzhen.

Wuzhen seemed to have a special guidance, smiling as he led the way, skillfully avoiding the habitats of super beasts. They didn't even encounter any pursuers from the prince's mansion. After crossing over a dozen towering peaks, the sky gradually darkened, and Wuzhen stopped in a quiet valley.

The valley was overgrown with shrubs and intertwined tree roots, with ancient trees standing strong and intertwined. The ground was covered with thick layers of dead leaves, and in the depths of the valley, dilapidated thatched huts could be seen, though they were in ruins. The entire valley was silent and dim, as if it hadn't been stepped on for centuries.

As soon as they entered the valley, Tang Yan's attention was drawn to a secluded corner where weeds grew wildly, and broken stone carvings were scattered haphazardly. There were fierce tigers with wings roaring to the sky, three-headed lions with a majestic presence, three-eyed monkeys stepping wildly, and graceful cranes holding pearls in their beaks. Each figure was vivid and lifelike.

Over time, they had become severely damaged, with broken wings and shattered heads, deeply buried in the weeds, covered in moss and dirt, like a graveyard of stone carvings. It was hard to imagine how they had come to be there and how many years they had endured.

At the sight of them, Tang Yan felt a deep sense of familiarity and sorrow, as if a long-lost traveler had finally found a familiar relative.

This feeling was very strange, but it made Tang Yan lose himself, and he walked over involuntarily.

"Tang Yan..." Ailinda was about to call out, but Wuzhen quietly interrupted.

"Everyone has their own destiny, and this place belongs to him."

"Did you deliberately lead him here for this?"

"It was he who led us here." A kind-looking old man in a hemp robe walked over slowly. He looked ordinary, like a grandfather from a village, exuding a sense of warmth and kindness.

"Master." The little fat monk bowed respectfully.

Ailinda's heart skipped a beat, looking at the approaching old man with surprise and suspicion. She had been on high alert but hadn't noticed when he appeared. What was even more surprising was that she couldn't detect any spiritual energy from him, as if he were just an ordinary person.

Master? Is this one of the greats from the Dusty Edges Pavilion?

The old man watched Tang Yan's back as he walked away, looking somewhat sad and lost. After a long while, he sighed deeply, "Fate is bound by destiny, and destiny ends with fate. Everything is determined by heaven, and goodness is also destiny."

"Master, Uncle Ancestor has... passed away..." The little fat monk's face showed a hint of sorrow.

The old man sighed deeply, "At least he left behind a Buddha's heart."

"Do you know Tang Yan?" Ailinda felt confused. What were these two monks talking about, and what did they want to do?

"He led us here to do what we should do. Lady, there's no need to worry. Once this good deed is done, we will leave. The rise and fall of fate are all determined by heaven."

Tang Yan walked into the cluster of stone carvings, his fingertips gently tracing each broken statue. Deep inside, he felt a ripple of emotion. Golden patterns began to appear in his dantian and spread throughout his body, and a clear Buddha seal appeared on his forehead, shining brightly.

"That's..." Ailinda watched in shock as Tang Yan's muscular body gradually revealed golden patterns, spreading and becoming clearer, as if they had a life of their own, climbing toward his forehead.

On Tang Yan's bronze back, the golden patterns formed a vague outline, like a Buddha in meditation, exuding a solemn and majestic aura.

"That's... Uncle Ancestor..." The little fat monk's body trembled, staring at the vague outline, his eyes misting over. After a moment of shock, he clasped his hands together and bowed deeply, his expression solemn.

"Indeed... indeed... Brother Dukong... It's been ten years..." The old monk sighed deeply again, closing his eyes to hide his sadness and memories.

Tang Yan didn't notice the changes in his body or the golden light, lost in a profound state. He continued deeper into the cluster of stone carvings, and as his fingertips traced each one, they shattered and turned to dust, silently dissipating. In the end, only two remained at the deepest point.

A tiger with wings roaring to the sky and a broken butterfly dancing gracefully.

Tang Yan stood before them, lost in thought for a long time, then bowed respectfully and sat cross-legged in front of them. At that moment, two brilliant golden rays burst from the stone carvings, shining like the sun, enveloping Tang Yan completely.

At the same time, the golden patterns in his dantian and meridians emitted even brighter light, spreading rapidly and connecting tightly.

The dantian was filled with endless light. Deep below the surface, the sleeping blood doll suddenly woke up, staring in horror at the surface. After a moment of shock, a fierce roar echoed through the depths: "Old bald monk, you're ruthless!! You're ruthless!! Ancestor underestimated you, you actually led the people from the Dusty Edges Pavilion here!"

The blood doll struggled wildly, but the golden patterns on the surface rushed down, like golden swords, piercing the blood doll densely. Instantly, blood mist spread, and fierce roars echoed, filling the dantian with a violent aura, which was quickly purified by the golden light.

In the end, the golden chains on the blood doll disappeared, replaced by dense golden runes. His originally chubby body became extremely thin, trembling weakly before falling into a deep coma, leaving only a faint trace of resentment in the dantian.

Tang Yan sat cross-legged among the weeds, focusing on the golden runes that suddenly appeared in his mind, fully absorbing the golden energy in his meridians. After a moment, the tiger statue shattered, and countless golden rays condensed into a solid '卍' (Swastika) Buddha seal, imprinted on Tang Yan's forehead.

A loud boom echoed in Tang Yan's mind as the golden light dissipated, and he felt as if he were in an endless starry sky or immersed in a golden sea. Countless strange creatures coexisted, whether fierce, wild, gentle, or graceful, whether enemies or foes, all existed calmly in this strange space. Each creature had a clear '卍' mark on its forehead, emitting a distant and profound Buddhist light.

The Ten Thousand Buddha Seal, representing the cycle of life and rebirth, gathering the pure and good thoughts of all creatures, with the Buddha seal always present and the Heavenly Geng always guarding, promoting the ancestral lineage of the Ten Thousand Buddhas, advancing the new principles of the Geng Seal, when all creatures gather, the Ten Thousand Buddhas gather, when all seals converge, the Ten Thousand Gengs converge!

This was a unique martial technique that gathered ten thousand Geng Seals, absorbing the characteristics of ten thousand beasts and combining them with the Buddha seal, creating ten thousand different Geng Seals—such as the Tiger Seal derived from the tiger, the Sunbird Seal derived from the sunbird, the Sea-Taming Seal derived from the whale shark, and even the Life and Death Seal derived from dark creatures!

Ten thousand Geng Seals, gathering ten thousand methods!

Each Geng Seal had its own unique characteristics and was powerful due to the integration of the 'Buddha Seal.' After absorbing a hundred types of Geng Seals, they could be combined into the Hundred Buddha Geng Seal, with the power to split mountains. After absorbing a thousand types, they could move mountains and fill seas, and after absorbing ten thousand types, they formed the true Ten Thousand Beast Heavenly Geng, suppressing all evil!

Tang Yan quietly sensed, immersed in a selfless state. The golden Buddha seal slowly invaded his bones, and the golden light also permeated his dantian and meridians, as if a new transformation was slowly but powerfully taking place.

Roar!! A tiger roar shook the dantian, and a golden, winged tiger appeared at the edge of the dantian and the chaotic space, roaring to the sky, exuding a majestic and heroic aura. As the Buddha seal was gradually absorbed and the golden light in the meridians permeated, the golden tiger was also gradually suppressed, eventually solidifying at the edge of the dantian.

After a moment, the stone butterfly shattered, and countless rays of light converged into a '卍' seal, hidden in Tang Yan's forehead, with golden energy infusing his entire body. In the sky above the dantian, a giant golden butterfly danced, stirring the waves in the dantian, exuding a mysterious and beautiful charm. Similarly, as the Buddha seal was slowly absorbed, the golden butterfly was suppressed in another position, at the boundary of the dantian and the chaotic region.

Tiger Seal! Enchantment Seal!

The two seals appeared in his mind, and Tang Yan focused on them, striving to become familiar and understand them. One was fierce and dominant, the other light and enchanting, like two extremes colliding yet blending harmoniously.

When the night sky was filled with stars and a crescent moon, the valley became silent. The shimmering golden light disappeared, and everything returned to stillness. Tang Yan slowly regained consciousness from his absorption and refinement. The surroundings were dim and quiet, with only the dappled moonlight filtering through the branches. Wuzhen stood in front of him, smiling and carefully observing him.

PS: Wishing everyone a happy Mid-Autumn Festival!

During the new book period, I sincerely request your recommendations and collections. Brothers and sisters... Little Mouse thanks you.

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