Chapter 66

Xiao'er's brother roared in anger and leaped into the air: "This bald guy, he's the real fox spirit!"

"Damn it, he even wants to squeeze the life out of us fox spirits before he's satisfied."

He wrapped himself in a layer of yellow light, pretending it was the Buddha's light, as the color looked similar, and quickly flew into the alms bowl. Before the people of Ninghai County could react, he had already shrunk his body and lay comfortably inside the bowl.

He whispered to Master Mila: "Hey, baldy, I've already put myself in the bowl. Quickly take your magical treasure back. This treasure has been bathed in the Buddha's light for a long time, and it's most effective against our demon race. I can't bear it for too long."

Master Mila also wanted to retrieve the bowl, as the fox spirit had already delivered himself into the magical treasure.

He just needed to put on a show, and the fame and profit of capturing a demon would be his.

However, Xuan Kong's magical power was too profound, and how could he break through it?

Master Mila was so anxious that he was sweating profusely. Suddenly, he sat down on the ground, performing an action that made everyone gasp. His face showed determination, and he clenched his fists, striking his own crown heavily.

Wang Qi laughed: "Brother Zhang is so desperate that he's even using such a skin-breaking, scoundrel's method."

At this time, some poor families would pretend to be beggars and come to the door to ask for money or goods. If they didn't get what they wanted, they would often take a brick and smash it on their own head. They would let the blood flow without bandaging it, sitting at the rich man's door, and would eventually get some money.

Xuan Kong, however, saw through the trick and whispered in surprise.

Could it really be that thing?

He had been thinking about it all along, but he couldn't figure out how to break the golden core and form an infant. Seeing Master Mila's actions, it reminded him of some cultivation novels he had read. Could it be that he had really mastered the secret of breaking the core and forming an infant?

Seeing a large hole in Master Mila's head, Wang Qi exclaimed: "Goodness, Brother Zhang really went all out!"

However, the hole didn't bleed. Master Mila sat in a lotus position and roared: "Great Heavenly Dragon, Bodhisattvas of Wisdom, open my primordial spirit, command!" He poured all his true essence into his purple palace and dantian, and his body immediately glowed. A beam of light shot out from the hole in his crown.

A tiny infant, about an inch tall, surrounded by Buddha's light, appeared. Although its eyes were closed, it clearly resembled Master Mila.

Its eyes, ears, nose, and tongue were exquisitely detailed.

Wang Qi, upon seeing this, felt as if he had lost his parents, and his mouth turned bitter: "Well, well, it turns out Brother Zhang has already cultivated a primordial spirit and achieved the Dao of Heavenly Immortal. What can I compare myself to him?"

Xuan Kong, however, frowned and shook his head: "No, this is not the primordial spirit of a celestial or a Buddha."

Wang Qi, dejected, said: "Master, there's no need to comfort me. Although Wang Qi is unworthy, I have still received instruction from my master on Mount Laoshan. How could I not recognize my own primordial spirit when it's right in front of me?"

Xuan Kong said: "The three treasures of the human body are essence, energy, and spirit. Cultivators refine essence into energy, gather energy to form spirit, and ultimately achieve a bit of primordial light, returning their soul to its original state. This is the primordial spirit, the essence of the human body, and the foundation of cultivation. Once formed, it is the core of one's life cultivation."

"But look at Master Mila. His light is mottled, and it's still a physical form. I suspect it's more like a寄托物 (paraphernalia) refined from a ghost spirit, which cannot leave the physical body and has no myriad transformations. It's just an imitation of a primordial spirit."

He thought to himself: "Could this be the true form of the primordial spirit as described in later generations?"

He couldn't help but feel a bit disappointed. Compared to the primordial spirits of ancient immortals and Buddhas, this so-called primordial spirit was indeed crude and inferior. However, Xuan Kong then thought, wasn't he trying to find a path to immortality and ascension for the countless mortals in the world?

If one were to cultivate like the ancient sages and Buddhas, even a thousand years would not be enough to achieve the Dao of Heavenly Immortal.

As the world's spiritual energy gradually evolved into a later state, even after cultivating for ten thousand years, it would be difficult to form a primordial spirit and ascend to the heavens. At this moment, he needed to find a way to restore the cultivation system from his past life.

As for the strength of the immortals after cultivation, there was really no way to compare.

Even a farmer knows that effort and harvest are proportional. The ancient gods and Buddhas were born at the beginning of chaos and went through countless tribulations to achieve the Dao of Heavenly Immortal. There was no reason for a cultivation system he casually devised to catch up with them in just a few hundred years.

Thinking this way, he no longer felt that Master Mila's imitation primordial spirit was so inadequate.

He looked at it with an appreciative eye, examining the details of the monk's primordial spirit.

This was just the most basic form, but Xuan Kong was confident that once he obtained the key to breaking the core and forming an infant, he could perfect and evolve this system into a cultivation method that didn't depend on one's innate talent. The prosperity of the Laoshan Sect also depended, to some extent, on this trickster monk.

Xuan Kong chuckled sinisterly, making Master Mila, who was inside his primordial spirit, feel very uncomfortable. The feeling of being schemed against made him tremble. This primordial spirit was his ultimate technique, an imitation of the immortals' primordial spirit. Although it was far less powerful than the immortals, it could still use some divine spells.

He opened his primordial spirit's eyes, stretched his tiny hands and feet, and sat cross-legged in the air.

He raised his hands to the sky and began to recite the Heart Sutra: "Avalokiteshvara Bodhisattva, when practicing the profound Prajna Paramita, saw that all five aggregates are empty, thus transcending all suffering and distress... Therefore, know that the Prajna Paramita is the great mantra, the great bright mantra, the supreme mantra, the unequaled mantra, which can remove all suffering, truly and not falsely..."

"Therefore, the Prajna Paramita mantra is spoken, the mantra is: Gate Gate Paragate Parasamgate Bodhi Svaha!"

A grand golden Buddha light slowly appeared behind Master Mila's primordial spirit. Xuan Kong nodded inwardly. The monk's cultivation was originally on par with Wang Qi, but once he used this method, his magical power fluctuated similarly to the Shen Hui Zhenren he had fought that day.

Although Xuan Kong was certain that Master Mila couldn't maintain this state for long, it was still an impressive spell!

After all, aside from his own unique bone structure, Shen Hui Zhenren had cultivated for more than a hundred years under the Pure Brightness Sect. The Pure Brightness Sect inherited the techniques of the sages, but after several hundred years, Shen Hui Zhenren had only barely reached the peak of a wandering immortal, and the Dao of Heavenly Immortal was still out of reach.

How long had Master Mila been cultivating? What techniques had he learned? In such a short time, he had almost matched the combat power of the Twelve True Men of the Pure Brightness Sect!

Even if Xuan Kong were to judge fairly, Master Mila, who could create such a spell, was far more outstanding than Wang Qi. This made Xuan Kong even more interested in Master Mila's background. No matter what, he had to make Master Mila reveal his cultivation methods.