stjorthotic Chapter 31 Tantric Buddhism
Chapter 31 Tantric Buddhism
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The Ghost Blade and the Cuojin Blade clashed, sparks flew, and a cold light flashed.
The four-armed ghost general, with the force of a thousand pounds, sent Fang Hongxuan flying. The ghost blade in his hand transformed into a javelin, viciously biting at Fang Hongxuan.
The ghost blade pierced the air with undiminished momentum, seemingly intent on pinning Fang Hongxuan to the wall.
With bloodshot eyes and a murderous aura enveloping his entire body, Fang Hongxuan used his knife to slam the ground, forcefully stopping his retreat.
A deep ditch suddenly appeared in front of it.
He then got up again and hastily used the move "Su Qin Carrying the Sword".
Although the speeding ghost blade was completely blocked, Fang Hongxuan felt a sharp pain in both hands. Upon closer inspection, he saw that the incantation on the hilt of the Cuo Jin sword was corroding his bloodless palms.
"It truly is a fine blade for slaying demons and eliminating evil," Fang Hongxuan praised repeatedly, completely ignoring his nearly scorching hands.
As he murmured, the resentful aura surrounding Fang Hongxuan grew even more intense, like an erupting volcano, endless and boundless!
"Never let your guard down!"
The blade flashed as sharp as lightning, yet also appeared only briefly.
The Ghost General's tattered armor was pierced by a skull the size of a bowl, but Fang Hongxuan ignored it and collapsed onto the Ghost General.
Its ferocious canine teeth viciously sucked at the ghost general's body, which was formed from resentment.
At the same time, a crimson golden bell completely enveloped the two of them. Sharp, blade-like barbs struggled to embed themselves into the ghost general's body.
Fang Hongxuan absorbed the continuous stream of resentment, which alleviated some of the pain throughout his body. His battered body was also healing at a visible speed.
The headless warrior, wielding a long spear, fiercely chopped off the head of the ghost general.
The once majestic and arrogant ghost general rapidly shrank after losing his head, leaving not even a single bone behind.
The already restless ghost soldiers went even more berserk, letting out howls and cries of agony. But they were all drawn back by the gate that led deeper into the darkness.
At this moment, Fang Hongxuan's hair was disheveled, and he was covered in blood. Even his robe had been ripped into strips, making him look extremely disheveled.
As for his injured hand, it had already recovered completely under the nourishment of the evil energy. Fang Hongxuan, who had shed his zombie state, did not suffer any backlash from the Cuo Jin Blade.
He staggered to his feet and walked to the shrine where Yan Chengrui was. He raised his knife with both hands, bowed deeply, and paid his respects.
"Thank you for lending me your knife, senior."
Yan Chengrui was not as indifferent as before, but his tone was still somewhat stiff, probably because he hadn't communicated with anyone for too long.
"These heretical Dharma forms can no longer be used. All your vital energy has been absorbed by these Dharma forms, and you cannot replenish it with your own body."
"In the short term, it's fine; one can replenish the losses with resentful energy and biological essence. But if it goes on for a long time, the aura will become mixed with the mottled energy, and one will completely lose their mind."
Yan Chengrui carefully chose his words, and in just a few sentences, he thoroughly dissected Fang Hongxuan's living corpse, which was comparable to a Saiyan transformation.
The headless warrior did not take the sword, but stood like a statue beside the shrine.
"As for this Cuojin sword, you can keep it," Yan Chengrui said, but in his heart he thought, "In this way, returning it to its rightful owner can be considered the beginning and end of a predestined relationship, and it will settle my knot in my heart."
Although Fang Hongxuan greatly admired the precious sword, he never considered keeping it for himself. Therefore, he insisted on returning it to its rightful owner.
The headless armored warrior removed the vermilion scabbard, engraved with mountains, rivers, birds, and beasts, from his waist and forcefully shoved it into Fang Hongxuan's hand. No matter how much Fang Hongxuan resisted, the headless armored warrior did not budge an inch.
Fang Hongxuan accepted the sword with a wry smile. Looking at the intricately carved scabbard, he couldn't help but feel overjoyed and a little smug.
"Senior, why do you refer to my living corpse as a heretical Dharma form? Is there perhaps some other explanation behind this?"
"Although I don't know what happened to you, I have never heard of such an anomaly as you."
"It can perfectly maintain the state of a living person, and also perfectly display the characteristics of a living corpse. In this respect, it is somewhat similar to the heretical forms described by the Tantric Buddhism of the Western Regions."
"I am not entirely clear about the key points either. If you have the opportunity, you should make a trip to the Western Regions to completely resolve this heretical Dharma form that has not yet fallen into demonic ways."
"If I don't use this so-called external path Dharma form, I won't even be able to circulate my true energy. Although I look no different from an ordinary person, my internal meridians are obstructed and blocked, making cultivation impossible."
Upon hearing this, Yan Chengrui's expression became more serious.
"I have heard that there is a supreme temple of the Western Regions Tantric Buddhism called the Great Snow Mountain Great Wheel Temple. The temple houses various secret teachings and Buddhist scriptures."
The most renowned of these is the *Mahaparinirvana Sutra*, which is on par with the *Great Perfection of Light Empowerment* and the *Great Seal of Buddhahood*.
"It is said that this sutra has the effect of reshaping the meridians and reversing life and death."
"Find a Hutuktu to bestow initiation upon you. Then you will be qualified to practice the 'Mahaparinirvana Sutra'."
At this point, even Yan Chengrui was somewhat speechless.
For an ordinary person, to have the chance to meet a Hutuktu is already an immense blessing, let alone to be fortunate enough to receive the Tantric initiation that requires the expend of everything to perform.
Regardless of how one obtains the scriptures, all these factors constitute the qualification for practicing the Mahaparinirvana Sutra.
With all these conditions combined, it is only possible to achieve this through the reincarnation of deities or Buddhas in Tantric Buddhism.
Fang Hongxuan was not discouraged upon hearing this. Instead, he sighed and put all the previous thoughts behind him, no longer dwelling on them.
Sensing the subtle tension in the room, Yan Chengrui quickly changed the subject.
"Judging from your swordsmanship, I knew you were a master. Why then was there no weapon in sight? And how did you end up in this state?"
As he stroked the scabbard in his hand, Fang Hongxuan recalled the raging fire and the corpses scattered all over the ground last night.
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Around the wellhead lies a village called Gejia Village. The villagers, unable to bear the attacks and destruction of the grave tigers that devoured them and ravaged their fields, and unable to escape from there, migrated with the entire village to the top of a steep cliff.
Since they could not cultivate the land, they had to draw lots to decide who would stay and who would leave. Those who left were stripped of their tendons and marrow, disemboweled, and turned into meat to feed the rest of the people.
When Fang Hongxuan arrived, the people of Gejia Village planned to use one tiger to devour another, thus completely eradicating the threat of the Tomb Tiger. However, Fang Hongxuan had already seen through the truth.
The people of Gejia Village had no choice but to strike first and tie Fang Hongxuan up.
They would proceed slowly, making a few cuts each day and eating wild vegetables to prolong the days of drawing lots.
If it were an ordinary person, they would have succeeded this time. However, Fang Hongxuan, though appearing to be a living person, was in reality a living corpse.
The consequences of a living person consuming the flesh and blood of a living corpse are unimaginable.
Fang Hongxuan feared that the zombies would spread and wreak havoc on humanity. Therefore, he had no choice but to behead all the zombies and burn their remains to prevent future trouble.
Upon hearing this, Yan Chengrui finally understood. Ordinary iron would chip and dull after only a few dozen rounds of fighting, let alone beheading dozens of people.
"Hmph, they're nothing but a bunch of scum who deserved to die. You have no reason to feel guilty about such behavior."
"What does that mean?"
Fang Hongxuan wasn't a bad person, but he had a very flexible moral bottom line. As for this matter, it was just a minor incident.