With Countless Qualities Bestowed Upon Me, I Shall Ultimately Become Immortal-Chapter 811 - 608: Lotus Heart, Sealed Lips, Obsession, Dharma Realm!

Chapter 811: Chapter 608: Lotus Heart, Sealed Lips, Obsession, Dharma Realm!

"Donor, this old monk implores you to keep your recent promise."

Meng Chuan slightly raised an eyebrow, instantly understanding his words.

After pondering for a moment, he nodded.

Delaying time would be futile.

Not to mention that the essence of the mountain’s whisper remains in the universe, even if the great ceremony succeeds, its power in the Dharma Realm will not vanish.

Taking ten thousand steps back, even if its essence perishes, the remnants will persist, time will not reverse.

Only by adhering to Divine Dragon Taoist’s teachings, using the opportunity of "Divine Communication to prove the Dao."

To rebuild the Dharma realm and reshape the golden body.

Seeing that he agreed readily, the old monk, too, was adept at leveraging opportunities.

He again bowed low, speaking sincerely:

"Please, Donor Meng, enlighten this old monk. What method... might prevent the monastery’s martial temple reformation?"

Meng Chuan shook his head, the meaning obvious.

Guyue anxiously surged forward, eyes full of concern:

"Can’t blocking the Dharma realm’s loopholes solve it?"

He replied leisurely:

"Who said so, Shaolin said it?"

Guyue remained silent, Meng Chuan’s national status apparent, neither party dared to offend.

But he tacitly acknowledged it.

"I helped you get inside, did the Dragon Respected One not explain it clearly?"

Guyue lamented:

"The Respected One... the Respected One told me to abandon such thoughts..."

"Then just follow the Respected One’s words, why always disobey?"

"..."

Guyue said no more, slowly retrieving a small box from the bag at his waist.

Meng Chuan secretly nodded, finally reminding the old monk not to forget the benefits entrusted by the Respected One...

Taking it and opening it, he listened as the other explained:

"This item is a hundred-year-old [Bodhi Lotus Heart] produced by our temple, scarce in stock, with only three left in my possession."

"What is its use?"

Meng Chuan probed its aura, revealing no rich essence, perceiving it seemed not to be a natural treasure.

The old monk surely wouldn’t fool him with an ordinary lotus seed, like an old longevity god hanging himself out of boredom.

The abbot’s gaze lingered with reluctance, yet the Respected One’s order must be followed...

"Keep it on your person for calming the mind. Bite it open in your mouth, it can break severe spiritual illusions, returning one to reality. Consider it a precious dual-purpose wonder, Donor should keep it well."

Indeed, a fine object.

The moment Meng Chuan held it, he felt a surge of coolness coursing through his body.

After calming down, his senses seemed all the clearer.

A spiritual illusion pressed by Spiritual Power could be dispelled in one use with this lotus seed.

A precious dual-purpose wonder, truly something money cannot buy.

It must be Dragon Respected One, his words carry weight.

This time, the old monk surely sacrificed greatly...

"Taking this item, some matters I ask the donor to keep confidential, do not disclose..."

Meng Chuan flipped his hand, putting it into his waistband, casting a sideways glance at the old monk:

"The Respected One spoke before you were able to take it out, right?"

"..."

This old monk, too cunning, hardly fair.

With the item in hand, Meng Chuan couldn’t be bothered to further engage with such people.

But for the sake of this lotus seed, he tossed out his last words and got up to leave.

"The reform of the martial temple is truly an inevitable trend, active cooperation is the survival strategy."

Apart from matters of faith, solely on gains and losses, Eight Immortals Monastery is a living example.

Upon completion of reform, the state is not without subsidies.

For individuals like Taoist Monarch Wuyang, such top tier powers may not be affected.

But for the monastery’s lower ranks, it’s definitely benefit outweighing harm.

Guyue and Chen Xin, like himself, are only the third threshold of the Martial Arts, rightly belong to the category of universal reform in the martial temple.

But such things, Meng Chuan didn’t wish to elaborate.

He’s not some benevolent saint, the two’s continued deception and offense earlier upset him.

"The Horse King" withholding wrath already constitutes benevolence.

...

Standing by the window, watching Meng Chuan’s figure leave on a cloud, Abbot Guyue remained silent.

The third threshold already mastering flight capabilities...

Ultimately belong to two different worlds.

Thinking of this, he turned to look.

Precisely as Junior Master Chen Xin awoke, staring at him in bewilderment.

After a long time, Chen Xin rubbed his face, as the brain’s spiritual fragmentation sensation eased slightly, then approached him, asking in a low voice:

"Senior Brother Abbot, did that boy... the donor take the Jade Pendant?"

Abbot Guyue nodded.

How could they dare to obstruct, both would be blood-stained on the spot.

"Goodness—did you just consult him?"

Guyue understood his meaning, shook his head:

"You and I both thoroughly offended him earlier, even if he knew, he wouldn’t tell."

Chen Xin plopped to the floor, ignoring the mess dirtying his robes, grasping his head and murmured:

"The martial temple reform just ruins everything, what to do... must we resign to fate?"

The abbot remained silent, dragged a stool over, sat beside him, casting a long shadow on the ground.

In silence, unknown how long passed.

He suddenly spoke slowly, breaking the stillness.

"Junior Brother, when you fetched the Magic Artifact, how was the situation with the Shaolin group?"

Chen Xin returned to his senses, waited as he repeated, then answered:

"In response to Senior Brother, according to my observation, they are still in the Dharma realm."

Abbot Guyue nodded, leaning on the Zen Stick to stand slowly.

"Senior Brother, do we still need to continue supplying them with Cloud Water Pills?"

Chen Xin lifted his neck, pursuing the question.

In this "self-rescue," Zishou Temple was responsible for logistical support.

Every seven days, Cloud Water Pills were used to replenish Shaolin’s group’s spirits, nine people required nine pills.

Accumulating over time, even considering Zishou Temple’s finances, it amounted to a significant expense.

A trace of reluctance flashed in Guyue’s eyes.

Thinking about it, once the martial temple reform took place, all this would vanish into thin air.

Yet he gritted his teeth, fiercely declaring:

"Continue supplying until the Shaolin group emerges from the Dharma realm! If they dare deceive us, this old monk will go to Lingshan and file a complaint against the Buddha Hall!"

...

February 16th.