Chapter 41: The Seal of the Myriad Buddhas

  Xiao He Shang Wutu's physique was plump and round, but when he moved, he was extremely light and agile, like a flying goose feather swiftly sweeping through the forest, Tang Yan and Ailin had to use all their strength just to avoid being left far behind.

  Along the winding mountain road, the three of them darted back and forth in the densest part of the forest, constantly changing direction. Later on, Tang Yan and Ailin were so dizzy from being led around that they no longer bothered to keep track of their route, and simply chased after Wu Zhen.

  Wu Zhen seemed to have a special guide, flying swiftly in front with a smile, and always managed to cleverly avoid the habitats of certain super powerful demons. Along the way, they didn't even see any pursuers from the Wang Fu.

  After browsing through a dozen or so towering mountain peaks, the sky gradually darkened, and Wu Zhen stopped in a quiet valley.

  Here, shrubs are dense and tree roots are intertwined, with sturdy ancient trees coexisting in a tangled mess. The ground is piled high with thick dry leaves, and deep within the valley, there are simple thatched cottages faintly visible, but all have fallen into disrepair. The entire valley is eerily quiet and dim, as if it hasn't been set foot in for hundreds of years.

  As soon as Tang Yan entered the valley, his attention fell on a secluded corner where weeds grew wildly and stones were piled up in disorder. There were stone carvings of double-winged tigers roaring at the sky, three-headed lions looking around with the wind, three-eyed monkeys stepping forward crazily, and clever celestial cranes holding pearls and flapping their wings. Each image was vivid and lifelike, as if they were living creatures.

  Under the ravages of time, they have become dilapidated and worn out, some with broken wings, others with shattered heads, deeply buried in the weeds, covered with moss and dust, like a group of stone carvings.

  It's hard to imagine how they came and how many years have passed.

  At the moment he saw them, Tang Yan felt a sense of familiarity and nostalgia deep in his heart, as if a traveler who had been lost for a long time had finally found familiar relatives.

  This feeling was very strange, yet it caused Tang Yan to become distracted and walk over there involuntarily.

  "Tan Yan..." Elinda was about to call out when Wu Zhen softly interrupted.

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

  "You deliberately brought him here, just for this?"

  "It was he who brought us here." A benevolent-looking old man in a hemp robe walked slowly towards them, looking ordinary and kind, just like a neighbor's grandfather from the mountains.

  "Master." Little Fatty and the monk bowed respectfully.

  Ailin's heart skipped a beat as she looked at the old man who had walked up to her, still on high alert, yet somehow hadn't noticed when he appeared. What surprised her even more was that she couldn't sense any spiritual energy fluctuations from him, just like he really was an ordinary person.

  Master? Is this some powerful figure from the Dusty Fate Pavilion?

  The old man quietly watched Tang Yan's back as he walked away, feeling a bit disheartened and bewildered. After a long time, he let out a soft sigh: "Fate is tied by fate, life is ended by fate, everything is predetermined by heaven, good or bad."

  "Master, Master Shu has... passed away..." A hint of sadness flashed across Little Pang's face.

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

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

  "It was he who guided us here to do what we should, Madam, you need not worry, once this good deed is done, we will leave of our own accord. The rise and fall of fate are all predetermined by heaven."

  Tang Yan walked into the stone carving group, his fingertips lightly stroking each dilapidated stone carving. In the depths of his heart, some ripples involuntarily surged forth. A golden pattern began to emerge from his dantian and qihai, spreading throughout his bones and acupoints. At the same time, a clear Buddha seal appeared on his forehead, shining brightly.

  "That's......" Eriinda stared at the scene in front of her, Tong Yan's robust body faintly revealing golden stripes that gradually spread and clarified, as if possessing life, crawling towards his brow.

  On Tang Yan's ancient copper-colored back, the golden pattern spreads out to form a faint outline, as if Buddha is meditating with his knees crossed, exuding a solemn and majestic aura.

  "That is... Master Shu Zu..." Xiaopang's body trembled slightly, staring fixedly at the blurry outline, his eyes flashing with a hint of confusion. He lost himself for a moment, then clasped his hands together and bowed deeply, his expression solemn.

  "Indeed... indeed... Master Du Kong... it's been a hundred years... " The old monk sighed again, closing his eyes to cover up the pain and memories.

  Tang Yan was unaware of the changes in his body, nor did he notice the golden glow. He was immersed in a profound and mysterious realm, continuing to walk deeper into the stone statue group. As his fingertips passed over them one by one, each stone statue crumbled, turning into dust that silently dispersed into space. In the end, only two statues remained at the deepest part.

  A majestic tiger with its head thrown back and roaring loudly, a lone butterfly dancing in the air with broken wings.

  Tang Yan stood before them, lost in thought for a long time, respectfully bowing his head and saluting. He sat cross-legged before them, and at this moment, two dazzling golden lights suddenly burst forth from the stone carvings, shining brightly and majestically, like the radiant sun, completely enveloping Tang Yan within.

  At the same time, the golden threads in the dan tian, qi hai and jin mai emitted an even more dazzling brilliance, as if imbued with life, accelerating their spread and tightly connecting them together.

  The air was filled with endless brilliance, and at the deepest point below the sea surface, the blood doll that had fallen into a deep sleep suddenly woke up. Its frightened gaze looked up towards the sea surface, and after a moment of daze, a violent roar echoed through the seabed: "Old bald donkey, you're ruthless!! You're ruthless!! Old Ancestor underestimated you, you actually led the people from Dusty Pavilion here!"

  The blood dolls struggled frantically, but the golden stripes on the sea surface rapidly rushed to the seabed, like a series of golden sharp swords, densely piercing the blood dolls. In an instant, bloody fog filled the air, with loud roars one after another, and a violent aura filled the depths of the ocean, but was soon purified by the golden light.

  Finally, the golden chain on the Blood Doll's body disappeared, but dense golden runes were distributed all over it. Its originally chubby body became abnormally thin and weak, swaying a few times before falling into a deep coma, with only a hint of bitter resentment lingering in the depths of its Qi Sea.

  Tang Yan sat cross-legged in the midst of the weeds, concentrating his mind and sensing the golden runes that suddenly appeared in the depths of his brain. He was refining the golden aura that filled his meridians with all his might. After a moment, the stone statue of the fierce tiger suddenly shattered, and countless golden lights condensed into a solid '卍'-shaped Buddhist seal, which was imprinted on Tang Yan's forehead.

  Tang Yan's mind flashed with a deafening roar, the golden light dissipated, as if he was in an endless starry sky, and like being immersed in a golden ocean. Countless strange creatures coexisted, regardless of whether they were majestic or fierce, gentle or agile, or even sworn enemies, all existed quietly in this strange space. On each creature's forehead, there was a clear '卍' mark, emitting a distant and profound Buddhist aura.

  The Ten Thousand Buddhas' Seal, unfolds the wheel of life and death of all things, gathers the good and pure thoughts of sentient beings. With the Buddha's seal forever following, with the heavenly net forever settling, it promotes the ancestral pulse of the Ten Thousand Buddhas, advances the new principle of the Seal, when the ten thousand creatures are formed, then the ten thousand Buddhas gather, when the ten thousand seals are closed, then the ten thousand nets converge!

  This is a strange martial art that gathers all kinds of seals, absorbs the characteristics of all kinds of monsters and combines them with the Buddha's seal, giving rise to 10,000 different seals - there are tiger seals derived from fierce tigers, Yang seals derived from fierce sunbirds, sea-calming seals derived from whales, and even life-and-death seals derived from dark creatures!

  Ten thousand dharmas return to the one; all phenomena converge in this single reality!

  Each of the Buddha's seals has its own characteristics, and because it incorporates the 'Buddha's seal', it is extremely powerful. After refining 100 types of Buddha's seals, they can be softened and suppressed, gathered into a hundred-Buddha seal with the power to split mountains. After refining 1,000 types of Buddha's seals, one possesses the power to move mountains and fill seas, and after gathering ten thousand types of Buddha's seals, a true Ten Thousand Beast Heavenly Seal is formed, suppressing all evil events!

  Tang Yan was quietly sensing, immersed in a state of selflessness, the golden Buddha seal slowly infiltrating her bones, and the scattered golden light also permeating her dantian and meridians, as if a new transformation was unfolding slowly but powerfully.

  ROAR!!! A tiger's roar shook the air, a golden light burst forth as a majestic double-winged tiger appeared at the boundary of the air and chaos. It let out a mighty roar, its extraordinary grandeur awe-inspiring. As the Buddha seal was refined bit by bit, as the golden light permeated the meridians, this golden tiger was also suppressed bit by bit, finally solidifying in place, standing guard at the edge of the air.

  A moment later, the stone butterfly shattered, and the countless lights converged into a '卍' seal, hidden in Tang Yan's brow. Golden energy poured into every bone in his body. Above the dantian qihai, a huge golden butterfly fluttered up, stirring up waves of air, beautiful and mysterious, emitting an extraordinary magic power that stunned everyone... As the Buddha seal slowly refined, this golden butterfly was suppressed to another position, also at the intersection of the qihai and the primordial region.

  Fierce Tiger Seal! Soul-Confusing Seal!

  Two great seal scripts appeared in his mind, Tang Yan concentrated and pursued them, diligently familiarizing himself with and sensing them. One was a powerful and overbearing script, the other was light and soul-stirring, like two extremes colliding, yet bringing about a fusion like water and fire.

  That night, the sky was filled with stars and a crescent moon. The valley became quiet and still, and the glittering golden light disappeared. Everything returned to silence. Tang Yan slowly woke up from his epiphany and refinement. The surroundings were dark and quiet, with only dappled moonlight filtering through the trees. Xiao Pang and Shang Wu Zhen stood in front of him, smiling and carefully examining themselves.

  P.S: Wish brothers and sisters a happy Mid-Autumn Festival!

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