I Can See Your Combat Power-Chapter 1051 - 345 Yankongs Four Precepts

Chapter 1051: Chapter 345: Yankong’s Four Precepts

Chapter 1051: Chapter 345: Yankong’s Four Precepts

Moreover, his own spiritual power had already been completely corroded by the Blood Fiend, and his soul continued to languish within God’s Residence, without any means to resolve the divine symbols inside his body.

Just when he was at his wit’s end, the twenty-seven starlets revolving around the Star Core in his dantian suddenly began to rotate, gently and continuously drawing in spiritual power.

This feeling was all too familiar, exactly like the daily operation of the Star Pavilion, where ordinary starlets transferred spiritual power.

And with the 81 points of spiritual power, the empty Star Core had recovered enough to commence repairing his body.

After all, for the Star Core, repairing the body was the top priority, so once it was supplemented with spiritual power, it began to bind the spirits into threads once again. However, Tang Luo, who had just regained control over his spiritual power, stopped the Star Core from doing so.

The mere 81 points of spiritual power trying to repair his body at this time was like using a glass of water to extinguish a forest fire.

He needed to save his spiritual power for more important things. As for someone on the brink of death, the sequence of repairing his body could take a back seat!

Just as he was preparing to use the 81 points of spiritual power as a base to begin trying to cultivate and practice his powers, he suddenly heard a familiar voice that nearly caused him to deviate into an uncontrollable and destructive spiritual state.

It turned out that Yankong, whose Vajra Relics had been ruined by Old Xu, had been recuperating in Fuyun Temple all this while. He had finally completed the recasting of the relics and was ready to say farewell to Yanshan.

“Apologies for interrupting Brother Yun’s conversation with the master, I have come to bid my farewell!”

Upon hearing this, Yun Sun hurriedly left the side hall, leaving the space to the two brothers.

Once Yun Sun had gone, Yankong brought his hands together in prayer and bowed to Yanshan in a Buddhist gesture, “Brother, it is time for me to leave!”

If there was anyone in the entire Zen sect that Yankong admired the most, it was his senior brother Yanshan before him, whom the world proclaimed as a once-in-a-millennium Saint Child of Buddhism, someone who found the method of Visualizing the Sutra of No Suffering and Extinction by self-exploration and continued the lineage.

But Yankong knew in his heart that compared to his senior brother Yanshan, his own talents were minor, and the ignorant world could only see the surface shine.

Had it not been for Yanshan’s aspiration to reach the Buddha Position, he could have Visualized the Prajna Bodhisattva eight years ago. As with all top geniuses of the Zen sect, chased by the world like ducks after breadcrumbs, the Bodhisattva Position that was casually discarded by Yanshan, he, an unprecedented Buddha Son who didn’t find the way to Buddha after delving through 84,000 volumes of Zen scriptures, had taken to wandering.

Just as the sword cultivators of Yuanzhou once teased, the reason why the Zen sect remained stagnant year after year was because the true Buddha wandered while Bodhisattvas sat in temples.

This was not a compliment, as the mighty ones known as the Four-sided Buddha Lords had only managed to achieve the Bodhisattva Position.

The rare unparalleled geniuses of the Zen sect were all pursuing that unprecedented Buddha Position, and Yankong had boundless faith in Yanshan.

He firmly believed that his senior brother would attain that Buddha Position and lead the Wuxiang Zen Temple to the summit of the sacred lands, and he, would be his senior brother’s most loyal protector on this path!

In the more than half a year he spent recuperating in Fuyun Temple, he felt Yanshan’s unfathomably deep spiritual abilities, which further solidified his faith.

Even though Buddha’s Country had sealed him as a Buddha Son, and even though he came from Fierce Realm while Yanshan was merely shedding his worldly affiliations, his reverence for his senior brother remained unchanged, just as it was when Yanshan first explained the Sutra of No Suffering and Extinction to him.

Yankong’s respect was clearly noticed by Yanshan, but as his senior brother, how could he not understand?

His junior brother was extremely gifted, but obstinate by nature, and it was extremely difficult to change what he was determined to do.

From the perspective of cultivation, this tenacity might not be a bad thing, but from the angle of Zen practice, it could also be the greatest obstacle on Yankong’s path to the other shore.

Unwilling to see Yanshan suffer from business obstacles, Yanshan put his hands together and asked, “Junior Brother, where are you going?”

“Reporting to Senior Brother, Junior Brother is going to Longxi to take disciples.”

“The Buddha Seed has been removed, and Junior Brother, your connection with Tang Benefactor has ended, why insist?”

“Reporting to Senior Brother, Junior Brother believes that the cause and effect of the world is not determined by the heavens.”

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After bowing to his most respected Senior Brother in a Buddhist salute, Yankong shared his epiphanies from the past half year, “Cause and effect are mysterious and profound, yet they come down to but two words—striving. If one desires but cannot obtain, it is not that the laws of cause and effect are lacking, but rather that one’s efforts are insufficient!”

“Tang Xing is fated with the Buddha, born with the roots of wisdom. Even without Junior Brother, he will unconsciously draw close to the Buddha. Instead of letting him waste half his life in the mortal world, it is better to guide him into the fold, that he may glimpse the other shore sooner.”

Still unaware that Tang Xing had been taken into the Xu Clan of Yuanzhou as kin, Yankong refused to give up the notion of taking a first disciple. However, Yanshan, who possessed deep mastery of the Peeper of Prophecy, knew well the extent of causality Yankong would stir with this journey.

Yet such is the marvelous nature of causality in this world—all admonitions are due to the rule-makers having seen what others have not. Alas, the problem is that even if you see it, you cannot dissuade them.

Not only can you not dissuade them, but the more you try, the faster they go, turning minor dangers into great perils, and great perils into colossal disasters. Who can you share such sorrow with?

Let it go, let it go, a bow with joined hands should be considered a parting, and Yanshan did not speak a word.

But Yankong was not as free and easy. Centuries had passed in the world of cultivation, and quite often a goodbye meant not knowing when you would meet again. The thought that he would not hear Yanshan’s teachings for a long time saddened Yankong, who said with sorrow, “Senior Brother, Junior Brother is leaving. Whether this trip is successful or not, I must return to Zhongzhou to establish a sect and spread the true teachings of the Sutra of No Suffering and Extinction. Now that we part, I do not know when we will meet again. Senior Brother, do you have any words for Junior Brother?”

After a moment of silence, Yanshan raised his head and said to Yankong, “Fortune should not be exhausted; words should not be spoken to exhaustion; power should not be used to exhaustion; rules should not be followed to exhaustion! Anything taken to the extreme will inevitably exhaust the connection early. Junior Brother, have you taken note of this?”

Without any pomp of spiritual power infusion, without the awe of Buddha’s universal light, it was just a simple four lines. Yet they contained the ultimate truths of Buddha and Dao, making Yankong startled and overwhelmed for a long time.

Even his stagnant Buddhist cultivation hinted at breakthroughs, and many principles that were once unclear suddenly became illuminated.

Bowing deeply to Yanshan in a full prostrate, Yankong turned and left.

…

Beimang, Lingxiao Sect.

Under the influence of Daoist Priest Qing Wei from the Xuanji Sect, the Lingxiao Sect naturally and magnanimously lent out the Mysterious Nether Coffin.

The spirit coffin, infused with ten thousand years of Mysterious Nether energy, could freeze everything. Even a Spirit Seed balanced with yin and yang, covered by this divine object, was frozen.

Watching Yun Sun’s physical body stop decomposing after being placed into the Mysterious Nether Coffin, Wang Fuling finally showed a hint of a smile.

Having expressed their thanks to the bearers from Yang Kangzong, a very pleased Wang Invincible even lectured at the Lingxiao Sect for three days.

The peerlessly unrivaled Wang Fuling lectured, attracting all the reclusive elders and visiting dignitaries of the Lingxiao Sect, and it even disturbed many of the secluded masters of the Xuanji Sect.

If it weren’t for the dispersal of Wang Fuling’s Star Dharma Image after three days, Lingxiao Peak would have almost been overwhelmed by the powerhouses from Beimang.

After all, for them, witnessing a figure like Wang Invincible demonstrate techniques could benefit their own martial paths to some extent.