Chapter 396: Originally a Mountain Traveler, Staying in Xuanshui
As Maha's golden body was completely refined, he revealed a look of pain in the lotus, his face slightly distorted. Even with years of meditation skills, he could not endure such severe pain.
"You are also a great master, why do you have to humiliate me? Please give me a quick death!"
Facing death, the Turkic national teacher, Evil Buddha Maha, did not lose his masterly demeanor. He did not scream or beg for mercy, and his eyes even showed a hint of relief and calmness.
He said something that left Li Daoxuan puzzled.
"Finally, I can no longer hear that disturbing Buddhist chant."
Li Daoxuan frowned, not knowing why he said that. After all, there was no Sanskrit sound around at the moment. His supernatural power of hearing could hear the chirping of insects hundreds of miles away, but he did not hear any chanting.
"snort!"
An old voice sounded, and the old Taoist priest appeared on the top of the mountain, leaning on a cane, his Bagua Taoist robe fluttering in the wind.
He stared at the Maha Yang God in the True Fire and said coldly: "Tell me where Mara is, and I will give you a quick death."
Maha's physical body had been completely burned by the true fire, leaving only a layer of yang spirit with a flowing glow, but it was also becoming weaker and weaker in the true fire.
After a cultivator enters the Yang Shen realm, his soul changes from pure yin to pure yang, and his resilience is ten thousand times greater than that of ordinary people. Not only can he leave his body freely under the sun, but he can also extract the essence of the sun. The flames that can burn evil spirits to death are like hot springs to the Yang Shen.
But unfortunately, what Maha faced was not ordinary flames, but the Samadhi True Fire which was famous in Taoism!
Under the true fire, Maha was enduring the pain of being burned by the flames every moment, and his yang spirit was evaporating inch by inch.
But the strange thing is that after losing his golden body, he became much more indifferent. He was no longer obsessed with life and death, and even smiled, which was quite Zen-like.
"Amitabha, I would like to thank you all for giving me the long-lost peace."
"As for the Moruo Cult Master..."
He hesitated for a moment, and finally shook his head and said, "This old monk cannot tell."
Seeing that Maha remained calm under the burning of Samadhi True Fire, the old Heavenly Master looked deep in his eyes and sighed, "Maha, you are also a man. It is not easy to have your current cultivation. Why do you want to be buried with Mara?"
"I can promise you that as long as you tell me where Moruo is, I can't spare your life, but I can let you reincarnate. Maybe in your next life, you can still continue to practice, and even have a greater fortune."
The old Taoist's words were very tempting. To a powerful being in the Yangshen realm, death might not be scary. What was really scary was the scattering of the soul, without even the chance of reincarnation.
Being able to reincarnate means there is a glimmer of hope.
Maha's eyes moved slightly, but he still refused. He seemed to have let go of some obsession and felt relieved.
"Amitabha, even if I reincarnate ten more times, I am afraid I will never encounter such a great fortune as this life. In fact... I don't want to practice anymore."
He clasped his hands together, looked serious, and suddenly recited a Zen poem.
"I was originally a guest in the mountains, staying by the dark water."
"I met a monk on the river by chance, and accidentally formed a relationship with him."
"Ninety years of Buddhist chanting, endless dreams."
"Today I am alone, dancing three thousand times."
Golden light appeared on his thin soul. Although it was not as bright as the previous golden body, it appeared very pure. Even in the Samadhi True Fire, it still did not change its red color.
But this is more like a last glimmer of light, a sudden enlightenment before death.
At this moment, Maha seemed to have truly possessed the aura of a great monk, but unfortunately, no matter what kind of enlightenment it was, he could not escape the burning of the Samadhi Fire.
Lady in green frowned slightly. It was easy to kill Maha now, but the problem was how to force him to reveal the whereabouts of Mara?
If it was the soul of an ordinary person, even the Yin God of a cultivator, she could cast a spell to forcibly search the soul, but Maha was a top cultivator in the late Yang God stage. His Yang God was stable and as solid as a rock, and the soul-searching technique simply would not work.
Li Daoxuan was thinking about Maha's Zen poem. He always felt that there was some big secret hidden in this poem.
Li Chunfeng once gave him information about Maha.
This person appeared almost out of nowhere. When he first showed his talent, he had already reached the level of Yangshen. He used his great supernatural powers to help Jili Khan quell the civil strife among the Turks and became the national teacher of the Turks.
It stands to reason that any powerful Yangshen has his own growth trajectory, but Maha is an exception. Before he appeared in the Turks, there were almost no records or traces about him.
This person seemed to have appeared out of nowhere, and his first half of life was completely blank.
If the secret of Maha can be uncovered, I believe the truth about the Moro Sect will also be revealed. Li Daoxuan can now basically be sure that Maha is the deputy leader of the Moro Sect!
"Haha, sister, please put away the Samadhi True Fire first. Don't burn him to death by accident, otherwise your Qingming Envoy will be unhappy."
Just when everyone was silent, Taizhen suddenly spoke up and teased with a smile.
The old Taoist priest glanced at her, the wrinkles on his face smoothed out, and he smiled and said, "Girl, you have the most ideas. So, you must have thought of a way to make him speak?"
The misunderstanding of that year has been resolved. Taizhen has returned the treasure to the master and explained the reason why she stole the book.
Over the years, the old Taoist priest had gradually let go of the grudge. In a dream, he told his wife about Taizhen's story. After listening, his wife asked him a question.
"Are you angry now because she stole the treasure, or because she didn't trust you and Qian Yang?"
The old Taoist thought about it carefully at the time and felt that the reason why he was so angry was probably the latter.
He considered himself not to be a pedantic and inflexible person. For example, there were rules in Longhu Mountain, and the "Shangqing Dadong Sutra" could only be practiced by a Heavenly Master. However, he integrated it into his boxing and tried to pass it on to Zhenlian in order to fulfill the other party's long-cherished wish.
If Taizhen really had her own reasons, after discussing it with him, he might give her the Zhengyi Mengwei Talisman.
But this child who grew up in Longhu Mountain had too many secrets. In the end, she did not trust her master and grandmaster, but chose to do it herself.
However, after learning about her difficulties in stealing the Zhengyi League's talisman, the old Taoist priest's disappointment and anger faded a lot, and he even felt a lot of pity for her.
"As expected, nothing can be hidden from you, Grandmaster!"
Taizhen smiled sweetly, and then stepped forward and said, "I once accidentally saw a spell that tortured people. It could turn a person's soul into a pig, dog, cow, sheep, or even a stinking stone in a toilet. And the spell has no time limit. Once it is cast, unless I unlock the spell, he will only be a stinking stone for the rest of his life."
Hearing this, Li Daoxuan felt a chill on his back.
This spell is really evil. Back then, my master liked to suppress his enemies in the toilet. How come my senior sister also has this hobby?
Is this the unique temperament of Master's lineage?
At this moment, a warm and mellow voice sounded, easy-going and friendly.
"Amitabha, all the true masters, can you please give Maha a quick death for my sake?"
A figure fell from the sky, wearing a tattered yellow robe, with his chest and belly exposed, with a simple and honest face, and a smile on his face all the time, like a living Maitreya.
"Master Sanle!"
Li Daoxuan's eyes lit up. He didn't expect to meet an old friend in a foreign land. Master Sanle would actually appear here.
Master Sanle was a high monk whom he respected, but he still shook his head and said, "Master, Maha is very likely the deputy leader of the Mara sect. We can't just let him go."
Sanle put his palms together and looked at Maha's thin yang spirit with pity.
"Little friend Li is wrong. He is not the deputy leader of the Moro Cult."
"How does the Master know?"
Sanle sighed deeply.
"Because I am the one."
