Chapter 61

After the wailing ceased, the water churned violently, white waves surged to the sky, countless droplets were thrown into the air, and eventually fell back into the lake. In the Dao Sea, it was as if a heavy rainstorm had just passed.

The lake surface gradually calmed down, and the monster with countless tentacles at the bottom of the lake never appeared. The three mountains returned to their original positions, still floating in the air above the Dao Sea. The enormous illusion that had just shocked the world had already vanished, as if nothing had happened.

On the peak of Xuandu Peak, a huge rock protruded from the mountain waist, forming a massive platform. On the platform stood a palace, with the three large characters "Daozu Hall" inscribed on its plaque. Around the palace, immortal cranes flew, and spiritual apes played, creating a lively and blessed atmosphere. Clouds and mists swirled around, forming a grand and mystical scene.

In front of Daozu Hall, a vast open space was paved with blue bricks. Two cushions, one large and one small, were placed there, one for the main and one for the secondary. At this moment, a person sat on the larger cushion, wearing a black Daoist robe, with white eyebrows and silver hair, a white beard reaching his chest, and a green dragon-shaped jade hairpin in his hair. A silver silk duster hung from his right shoulder. He sat with his eyes closed, exuding a noble and transcendent aura. His face was that of the old Daoist who had just appeared as the enormous illusion on the three mountains!

Wearing a dragon-shaped jade hairpin, holding the duster of the head of the Xuan Sect, with such great powers and a dignified demeanor, and residing on the three mountains, there was only one such old Daoist in the cultivation world. He was the supreme master of the Daoist sect, the current Wuxing Tian—Dixuan Lan, revered by cultivators as Dixuan Tian!

"Old man, you didn't cripple Little Kun, did you!" A carefree voice sounded, and a young man appeared beside Dixuan Lan, kicking the smaller cushion to his side and then sitting down.

This young man looked to be about seventeen or eighteen years old, with a face like jade, eyes like stars, a captivating aura, a handsome brow, and a bright complexion. At first glance, he was even more beautiful than the most beautiful woman in the world. His attire was elegant, enhancing his regal and luxurious appearance. His every move exuded charm, but there was a hint of frivolity in his eyes, and he did not seem to take others seriously.

The young man called Dixuan Lan "old man," pulled over the cushion, and leaned against the old Daoist, completely lacking in respect. However, Dixuan Lan was not angry. His eyebrows moved, his eyes opened, and a divine light shone in them. He said, "Brat, you finally came back to the mountain. All you do is play with those little demons all day."

Although his words were scolding, there was no anger in his tone. The young man laughed and said, "A beautiful woman understands the heart. Do you want me, a handsome young man, to sit here with you, an old man, all day? That would be too boring! ... By the way, what's wrong with Little Kun today? He didn't even recognize me. Could he be in heat? What should we do? Where can we find a mate for him!"

Dixuan Lan, hearing his jest, gently scolded, "Stop talking nonsense! When the Kun fish strikes the water, something significant will happen in the cultivation world! I need to leave the mountain for a while. Stay on Xuandu Mountain these few days."

The young man's eyes lit up with excitement and said, "What significant event? Old man, you're so old. As an elder, you should stay here and guard the home. Let me, a young man, handle it for you!"

Dixuan Lan waved his duster, sweeping away the overly flattering face before him, and pretended to be angry. "Handle it for me? Brat, you just want to sneak out and play! In the entire Daoist sect, you are notorious as an 'unworthy son.' Do you want to drive me, an old man, to my grave? Stay on Xuandu Mountain and don't disgrace the Xuan Sect!"

The young man, realizing he had no chance of leaving the mountain, showed a lazy expression and fell backward onto the ground, supporting his head with his arms. "The Xuan Sect's reputation isn't on my face. Guarding the home is fine. I can also create an avatar to stay here, ha ha!"

Dixuan Lan stood up and laughed, "Brat, you reminded me!" He casually waved his duster at the young man, and silver threads danced, piercing the young man's body before he could react.

Feeling the change within his body, the young man cried out, "Old man, you're too shameless! You actually sealed my three transformations!"

Dixuan Lan grunted, "Don't be shameless. Do you dare call your little trick an avatar? I sealed your powers. Stay here and study the Profound Scripture. If you try to sneak out, I'll break your bones! Hmph!"

With that, he transformed into a stream of light and disappeared.

The young man shouted, "Old man, you didn't tell me where you're going... Hey, you left so quickly!" He looked at where Dixuan Lan had disappeared, his face showing a hint of farewell, and sighed, "Old man, I'll miss you..."

Suddenly, his expression changed, and a mischievous smile spread across his face. He muttered to himself, "Hehe, old man, you're too naive. You think sealing my powers will stop me from going to Qingdu Mountain? How foolish. I can call the seven of them to Xuandu Mountain. Hehe, I should tell Xiaoqiu to bring her zither."

He turned and whistled, and a celestial crane landed gracefully. The young man patted the crane's back and instructed, "Go to Qingdu Mountain and tell Xiaoqiu and the seven of them to come to Xuandu Mountain!"

The crane, understanding his command, called out three times and flew toward Qingdu Mountain.

The young man turned to look at Daozu Hall and said, "It's too quiet here. Daozu, let me, your junior disciple, keep you company!"

While Dixuan Lan was talking to the young man, in another mysterious place in the cultivation world, a towering peak pierced the sky. From a distance, it looked like a giant standing in the wind, gazing into the distance, with his clothes fluttering, a vivid and lifelike image that made one imagine it was a giant transformed into a mountain.

At the base of this giant, countless white lotuses sprouted from the ground, even growing on the cliffs and rock walls. The white lotuses densely surrounded the mountain, forming a huge lotus platform for the giant to stand on. Each lotus, swaying in the wind, exuded a fragrant and distant aroma.

Near the mountain waist, approaching the summit, two mountain ridges rose, one circling the mountain from the left waist, piercing the sky, and the other spiraling down from the right shoulder to the mountain belly, reaching the earth. They resembled the giant's hands, one pointing to the sky and the other to the earth, with an extraordinary presence.

As the mountain waist ascended, a section of the mountain peak suddenly narrowed, forming a huge stone column, which was the giant's neck. On top of the column was a large, oval-shaped stone ball, the giant's head. Behind the large head, a cloud of mist always lingered, like a halo behind the giant's head. The stone ball was covered with lush trees, their layered canopies resembling the giant's curly hair.

On the front of the stone ball, a bare cliff face, devoid of vegetation, formed the giant's eyes, nose, and mouth, making the giant's features clearly visible. The face was vivid and lifelike, with a white circular stone at the center of the forehead, evoking a sense of peace, tranquility, and solemnity!

Standing on lotuses, one hand pointing to the sky, the other to the earth, with a halo behind the head, this giant peak was actually a colossal Buddha statue! It was unknown whether it was carved from the entire mountain by a master craftsman or if it was the physical body of the Buddha left behind after his nirvana!

If one climbed from the base of the mountain to the summit, they would find that the rocks on the mountain, wherever there was no vegetation, whether on the cliff faces or in the forest, were carved into various Buddha statues, some sitting in meditation, some lying down, some standing with mudras, all with serene and dignified expressions, possessing the thirty-two marks and eighty excellent qualities.

Besides the Buddha statues, there were also various statues of bodhisattvas and arhats on the mountain. Some had gentle and compassionate expressions, as if preaching the Dharma, while others had fierce and angry eyes, as if wielding various Dharma instruments against demons. Some had a thousand hands and a thousand eyes, symbolizing their great powers, while others had unusual features, indicating their profound wisdom. There were also various demons and spirits subdued by the Buddhist sect, with various forms, making the scene dazzling.

The mountain, carved into a Buddha, with the entire mountain being a Buddha, was known as Buddha Mountain!

In addition to being carved into statues, countless caves and grottoes were also carved into the mountain rocks, serving as meditation chambers for monks. There were also numerous temples and monasteries scattered among the cliffs and forests, truly a place where the morning bell and evening drum moved the wind and clouds, and the chanting of the Dharma and the sound of the bell echoed through the mountains.

At the highest point of Buddha Mountain, on the head of the giant Buddha, stood a tall black-gold tower. The tower was a single structure, with a square base and a pointed top, divided into four levels. Each level was engraved with various patterns and Dharma instruments, inlaid with gems of different colors, exquisitely crafted. The first level was circular, the second square, the third triangular, and the fourth in the shape of a treasure umbrella, with the top being a blooming red lotus!

At the moment when the golden light shot up from the Rizhuyue Pavilion, a middle-aged monk in a red robe, with thick eyebrows and large eyes, suddenly opened his eyes while meditating in the first level of the black-gold tower and exclaimed, "The Heaven-Earth Array is open? Something has happened at the Rizhuyue Pavilion!"

The middle-aged monk immediately stood up and walked out of the tower. Standing at the peak of Buddha Mountain, he used his Heavenly Eye to see the golden light shooting up from thousands of miles away, which then disappeared, and the Rizhuyue Pavilion was nowhere to be seen. The middle-aged monk's thick eyebrows furrowed, as if he was thinking of something. Then, his figure moved, and he disappeared from the spot.

If someone could hear from multiple places, they would be surprised to find that after the golden light shot up from the Heaven-Earth Pavilion, Le Zhongping in Danci Mountain, Dixuan Lan in the Dao Sea, and this monk on Buddha Mountain all sensed the change almost simultaneously and transformed into streams of light to rush to the Rizhuyue Pavilion!

This monk was naturally the master of Buddha Mountain, the current supreme master of the Buddhist sect, revered by cultivators as Lianhua Zun, Lianhua Bumie.

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