"Amitabha Buddha. Amitabha Buddha. Amitabha Buddha."
The chanting of Buddhist mantras rose and fell, the continuous sound drilling into the ears and penetrating to the bone like nails. The accompanying Buddhist music sounded solemn and dignified at first, but after listening to it a few times, it made people feel cold from the bottom of their hearts, as if there was a sinister aura.
At this moment, alarm bells rang in his mind, and a dark aura spread and swirled in the world before him, the source of which was none other than the solemn and dignified "Bodhisattva".
"What on earth is this?!" Zhao Sheng groaned inwardly.
boom!
A series of intense tremors, an indescribable sense of danger, made Zhao Sheng's eyelids twitch. He subconsciously lowered his head to avoid being noticed by the other party.
He could almost sense that the approaching "Bodhisattva" was sitting languidly, its eyes indifferent yet eerie.
Her gaze had already fallen upon him and lingered there for a long time.
At that very moment, the book-loving old demon beside him suddenly shouted with a fanatical expression, "Could Your Excellency be the Bodhisattva of Great Vows from the Great Snow Mountain?"
"Amitabha!"
With a long, poignant, and strange chant that sounded like a man and a woman singing, the Buddhist music suddenly stopped.
"Good man, do you have any unfulfilled wishes?" the "Bodhisattva" on the lotus throne asked in a seductive voice.
"Bodhisattva, have mercy! My soul and two spirits were stolen by the Soul Refining Demon of Evil Immortal Island and refined into the Ten Thousand Soul Banner. From then on, my life and death are in the hands of others. I wish to be freed. I beg the Bodhisattva to have mercy and relieve my suffering." The Book-Loving Demon knelt down with a thud and pleaded bitterly.
"This wish is easily fulfilled! However, after this matter is resolved, you must take refuge in the Buddha to repay the karmic debt of your great vow. Good man, are you willing?"
Upon hearing this, the book-loving old demon hesitated for a moment, then his face hardened and he nodded, saying, "I am willing, please, Bodhisattva, lend a hand!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Zhao Sheng saw a golden light shoot out from the Bodhisattva of Great Vow, flash into the old man's forehead, and then a lotus-shaped golden mark appeared on his forehead.
"Thank you for your mercy, Bodhisattva!" As soon as the lotus mark appeared, the book-loving old demon's face immediately showed a devout smile.
However, Zhao Sheng saw a thick black aura suddenly appear on his body, connected to the source.
At this moment, that indifferent and ruthless gaze turned back to Zhao Sheng.
"Good man, do you have any unfulfilled wishes?"
The sound, as soon as it entered my ears, resounded in my mind like a great bell.
The voice seemed ordinary, but it carried an incredibly strong seduction and psychological suggestion, making people submit to the other party from the bottom of their hearts, feeling that the speaker was supreme and omnipotent.
"not good!"
The sound shook Zhao Sheng's mind and stirred his soul. He knew something was wrong and subconsciously activated his Absolute Rationality talent.
In an instant, Zhao Sheng's eyes lost their color and became extremely indifferent, his face expressionless, like a living dead.
Huh!
Suddenly, the Bodhisattva of Great Vows exclaimed in surprise, a strange light flashing in his eyes. An invisible yet powerful pressure emanated from him, causing the monks and nuns around him to freeze in place, like clay dolls.
Beside Zhao Sheng, the old monk Bujie suddenly stood up shakily, and in his cloudy eyes, he vaguely saw a three-headed white-feathered bird.
The strange bird has a vulture's head in the middle, but the head on the left is that of a long-haired woman, and the head on the right is that of the ugly old monk Bujie.
The next instant, his monk's robes rustled, and white feathers suddenly tore through his skin and grew haphazardly on his cheeks and hands. His neck twisted and lengthened, and his eyes turned blood red.
Just as the other party was about to transform into a demon, a rough and unrestrained voice suddenly came from the depths of the mist.
The owner of the voice undoubtedly possessed terrifying cultivation. As soon as he spoke, the old monk Bujie was so frightened that he quickly transformed back into human form and knelt down on the ground again.
"Bodhisattva Hongyuan, I heard that you were born in the Great Snow Mountain, and your original form was a carrion-eating vulture. Because you devoured the flesh and remains of 100,000 monks and nuns over a thousand years, you were able to transform into a human by refining the corpse energy and Buddhist power."
Later, it was taken into the Sacred Heart Temple and granted the status of a Bodhisattva, with the Buddhist name 'Hongyuan'.
I've also heard that you made a grand vow to guide 100,000 immortal beings and spirits to Buddhism, thereby resolving the resentment of the deceased Buddha and ascending to the Pure Land.
"But you are, after all, a scumbag beast. Right in front of me, you actually dared to forcibly 'convert' a junior of my sect. Do you think you can disregard me just because this is your territory? Do you want me to pluck the hair from your beautiful body and draw your blood before you're satisfied?"
As the sound rang out, the mist that shrouded the sky and earth dissipated, and Zhao Sheng stopped using his talent, his mind returning to normal. However, his eyes remained cold, and his face showed almost no emotion.
Over the years, the aftereffects of repeatedly stimulating his absolute rationality have finally begun to appear. His emotional desires have greatly diminished, and his rationality has far surpassed his emotional cognition.
Looking around, this place was actually a small world, not very large, only a dozen miles in size, with clouds and mist rising and rippling at its edges. Most of the ground was paved with jade, and in the depths stood a magnificent pavilion that resembled a celestial palace.
Above it stood a high platform with carved railings and jade steps, where a banquet was being held. The feast was piled high with delicacies, the aroma of wine filled the air, and celestial music filled the air.
Most of the seats were empty, with only a few occupied.
But every guest who sat down had an extraordinary presence and unique abilities, and each seemed to possess unfathomable strength.
Zhao Sheng could tell from the look that the strength of the people present was probably no less than his own.
After a brief glance, Zhao Sheng felt a flutter in his heart.
He didn't recognize any of the other people at the table.
However, Zhao Sheng had only seen one of the women, whose skin was as white as snow and whose appearance was pure and holy, once before.
Not long ago, I encountered that "insect woman" on the street.
Zhao Sheng had personally witnessed the dense, transparent thread-like worms covering the woman's body, along with the strange, red-cloud-like Gu.
A Gu cultivator at the Golden Core stage is someone no one would ever forget.
"This 'Bodhisattva of Great Vows' is actually a vulture in human form. The person who spoke is probably a powerful Nascent Soul cultivator as well. Add to that a bunch of demonic Golden Core cultivators, and this is likely more than just a high-level trading event."
Having grasped some of the truth, Zhao Sheng's mind raced with conflicting thoughts.
He lowered his head to minimize his presence, but out of the corner of his eye he saw the book-loving old demon still kneeling on the ground with a devout expression, and he couldn't help but be amazed at the brilliance of that Bodhisattva of Great Vows' methods.
A moment later, he sensed something was wrong. Although the powerful figure on the high platform of the Heavenly Palace had spoken, the Bodhisattva of Great Vows seemed not to have heard him.
She straightened her posture, looked directly at Zhao Sheng, and a strange light gradually appeared in her eyes.
"Tsk tsk! This Bodhisattva is afraid of you, Li Wufeng?"
"Besides, he's just a junior member of the Sea Demon Clan, and he's only cultivated the Blood Soul Scripture. How did he become a member of your Blood Soul Sect?"
"Li Wufeng, aren't you worried about yourself? Instead, you're meddling in other people's business. I've heard that the Blood God's body is almost completely rotten. You should be the next backup option!"
As the Bodhisattva of Great Vow spoke, all the evil spirits and heretics turned their peeping eyes toward the person sitting in the main seat at the banquet on the high platform.
At first glance, it was a human giant, about forty years old, with a face like a red date, blood-red eyes, and crimson hair and beard. He was covered with a blood-red robe, and countless expressionless, pale, dead faces appeared on the surface of the robe from time to time.
Although his appearance wasn't ugly, it was clearly different from ordinary people. Moreover, his incredibly eerie blood-red robe sent chills down one's spine, causing one to involuntarily avoid his gaze.
Clearly, this was Li Wufeng, one of the two Nascent Soul elders of the Blood Demon Sect, nicknamed "Blood Sea" Ancestor.