Chapter 39

After capturing the old vulture, Lin Feng felt relieved. As for the black-clothed swordsman and the middle-aged man in white, he could only say he was powerless to help them.

His mind was now focused on the object in his hand, which was neither a pestle nor a cone, but a Buddhist ritual implement.

After searching through the exchange system, Lin Feng confirmed that this ritual implement was the Thunder Zen, one of the ten great Dharma weapons of the Buddhist sect, known as the Thunder Zen.

The ten great Dharma weapons of the Buddhist sect were all treasures of immense power, capable of causing earth-shattering effects. When the ten Dharma weapons were combined, they formed the "Ten Directions World," a treasure used by the Great Thunder Sound Temple to suppress the mountain gate.

True Dharma weapons were all high-quality magical treasures, which could only be refined by cultivators with a spirit core.

However, the method for refining Dharma weapons was widely known within the Great Thunder Sound Temple, and monks of various cultivation levels could refine them. However, Dharma weapons refined by cultivators below the spirit core level were only considered imitations.

Hui Ku's current refinement of the Thunder Zen was one such imitation.

Lin Feng was slightly disappointed: "It turns out it's not a damaged treasure, but rather that this great monk hasn't completed the refinement yet."

Although it wasn't fully refined, the power of this ritual implement was still impressive, living up to its name as a Dharma weapon of the Thunder Zen.

According to Buddhist scriptures, in ancient times, there was a ruler who was foolish and tyrannical, and his people were all indulged in wine, women, and wealth, causing a great calamity to befall the land.

The kingdom suffered a severe drought, with sandstorms burying the entire kingdom underground. Heavy rains caused floods, and plagues spread, affecting thousands of miles, leading to the death of all living beings, creating a hell on earth.

The Buddha came to preach, unable to bear the suffering of the living beings, and was willing to sacrifice himself to take the calamity upon himself. A thunder god in heaven, with a violent temper, cast a magical weapon down, piercing through the Buddha's head.

However, the magical weapon was moved by the Buddha's compassion and transformed into a powerful Dharma weapon, splitting the earth to create channels, guiding the floodwaters to the sea, and resolving the great calamity.

This ritual implement is the Thunder Zen.

Lin Feng didn't believe in this obviously self-aggrandizing legend of the Buddhist sect, but it didn't prevent him from recognizing that the Thunder Zen's primary function was not active attack but rather the deflection of others' attacks, with its remarkable defensive power being its true strength.

Lin Feng carefully examined the Thunder Zen, which was a Foundation Establishment level ritual implement that hadn't been fully refined. Despite this, it had withstood the full attack of the Northern Pole Celestial Magnetic Sword, another Foundation Establishment level ritual implement. Although it was damaged, it wasn't destroyed, demonstrating its formidable defensive power.

As Lin Feng was thinking, the Thunder Zen suddenly trembled in his hand, as if some force was trying to pull it away from his control.

"It's Hui Ku; this monk has freed his hands." Lin Feng's mind raced, and he made a few gestures in the air, casting the Heavenly Cage Seal to bind the Thunder Zen.

Hui Ku was a Foundation Establishment level cultivator, and the Thunder Zen was a Foundation Establishment level ritual implement. Even with the Heavenly Cage Seal, Lin Feng, at the Tenth Layer of Qi Condensation, couldn't normally bind the Thunder Zen.

However, the Thunder Zen hadn't been fully refined and had already been hit by Lin Feng's Northern Pole Celestial Magnetic Light. Although it struggled, it couldn't break free from the Heavenly Cage Seal.

The moment the Heavenly Cage Seal was cast, it immediately severed the connection between Hui Ku and the Thunder Zen, preventing him from communicating with it and making it impossible for him to sense Lin Feng's and the ritual implement's exact location.

No matter how furious the great monk became, Lin Feng, along with his two disciples and the old vulture who had been beaten senseless by Little Point, circled around the valley and continued to pursue the Windstorm Society and Zhu Yi from another direction.

On the way, Lin Feng continuously studied the structure of the Thunder Zen, discovering that this ritual implement was refined using a Buddhist sect's magical technique, with the traces of Hui Ku's refinement still intact within it.

"This makes things easier." Lin Feng smiled. Others couldn't understand the magical technique from these traces, even other Buddhist sect cultivators. But for Lin Feng, it was simple.

Opening the magical technique analyzer in the system, Lin Feng just needed to wait patiently.

"Analysis complete." A moment later, the system's voice sounded in Lin Feng's ear, and the magical technique analyzer listed detailed information.

Magical Technique Name: Lesser Cycle Technique

Category: Spell

Effect: Distinguish right from wrong, perceive cause and effect, guide others' attacks to deviate from their original trajectory, thus achieving a defensive purpose.

Through the magical technique analyzer, Lin Feng quickly understood the principles and essence of this spell, and then mastered it.

Lin Feng took out the snake blood collected by Little Point and Xiao Yan. After being nurtured by the Thunder Zen, the giant python's blood was a light golden color, very viscous but not coagulated, shimmering with a faint glow.

After separating a portion of the snake blood, Lin Feng immersed the Thunder Zen in it and began to use his own magical power to activate the Buddhist sect's Lesser Cycle Technique, continuing Hui Ku's unfinished work to refine this Dharma weapon.

The surface of the Thunder Zen continuously flashed with golden light, as if it were a living being, breathing and absorbing the spiritual energy contained in the snake blood.

Hui Ku's refinement of this ritual implement was already at the final stage, and it would have been completed in a few more days. However, his greed in pursuing Xiao Yan led to Lin Feng benefiting from his efforts.

Lin Feng now spared no effort, and within two days, he successfully refined the Thunder Zen.

The fully refined Thunder Zen was entirely golden, radiating a brilliant golden light, emitting a fragrant sandalwood scent, and the sounds of Buddhist chants could be heard continuously.

When placed, the entire ritual implement was enveloped in Buddhist light, with countless images flickering within the light.

Buddhas, Arhats, novice monks, flying celestial beings, dragons, elephants, and treasure trees... countless images rose and fell.

Because Hui Ku had already completed 99%, the final step, although carried out by Lin Feng, a Qi Condensation level cultivator, still resulted in the Thunder Zen being a Foundation Establishment level ritual implement, which was the most satisfying part for Lin Feng.

After refining the Thunder Zen, Lin Feng threw it to Xiao Yan, as he had promised. This ritual implement could effectively enhance his disciple's strength.

Little Point looked at Lin Feng with pleading eyes, shaking his hand: "Master, I want a Foundation Establishment level ritual implement too."

Lin Feng smiled: "Don't you like that hammer?"

Little Point held the bone hammer, scratching his head and smiling: "I do like it, but it's broken. Master, can you help me fix it?"

Lin Feng nodded: "I'll have time later. Right now, I have some important things to do." He then picked up the unconscious old vulture from the ground.

The poor bald old man had already been beaten to a pulp by Little Point. When Lin Feng used lightning to wake him up, his first reaction wasn't to open his eyes but to instinctively try to protect his head with his hands.

Unfortunately, Little Point was already prepared, and the old vulture was tied up like a dumpling with animal sinew ropes.

After struggling for a while without receiving the customary hammer blow, the old vulture was so surprised that he almost cried.

The poor old man usually woke up and was knocked out again within a second. This time, he remained conscious for longer than all his previous awakenings combined.

Lin Feng watched this scene with amusement, cleared his throat, and asked: "How many people did the Xuan Ji Marquis Manor send into the mountains to pursue the Windstorm Society?"