Chapter 186 Return to Nothingness
Chapter 186 Return to Nothingness
The spiritual energy in the filled cracks is even more abundant than in other places in the Bodhi Temple.
This place has been nourished by the empress's spiritual energy. Even if there is residual spiritual energy, it is enough for Bodhi Temple to digest for a long time.
Amidst the vibrant life, lay the dying figure of An Shi.
His breathing was uneven, his cultivation level dropped sharply, his spiritual energy dropped to an almost unnoticeable level, and his breath was weaker than that of an ordinary person.
"He has been purified." Feng Budu took a look and explained, "He was born from Mingzeng's pollution. Pollution is the basis of his existence. Now that he has been purified, he will not live long."
Just as a monk loses his cultivation, a mortal loses his vitality, and An Shi loses the pollution that supports his life, he has lost the most basic support needed to exist in the world.
"Then, how do we save him?" Qin Baiqing was a little confused for a moment and asked blankly.
But she didn't need Feng Budu's answer. She had already figured it out and said to herself, "The cracks have been filled. There is no pollution that can save him."
"It's good to return to heaven and earth. Not many people can die truly cleanly. An Shi's death was considered lucky." Feng Budu said coldly without any sadness in his voice.
The two of them stopped talking. Zhu Fu stood quietly beside An Shi and chose to transfer spiritual power to him without any hesitation. The sound of chanting was closer to Qin Baiqing.
The entire temple was surrounded by compassion. The monks' chanting was chaotic but not disturbing. Qin Baiqing only felt sad as she listened.
"Is Zhu Fu unhappy?" She looked down at the two people, one standing and one lying, with a dull and dejected voice. She felt even sadder when she saw An Shi using his last bit of strength to push Zhu Fu away. She felt indescribably sad in her heart.
"Don't waste your energy," An Shi pushed away the spiritual energy sent by Zhu Fu and said with difficulty, "Spiritual power is the most useless thing to me. I was born in pollution, and now the pollution has been purified. You should be happy that I am dying.
It would be nice if everything is over once and for all.”
Zhu Fu remained silent, lowered his head, and stubbornly wanted to save him. The leaked spiritual energy carried with it unwillingness. This was the first time Qin Baiqing saw Zhu Fu show any strong emotion other than gentleness.
He never stopped chanting, and the Buddha's light continued to be input into An Shi's body, but his body, which was born out of pollution, now had no support. No matter how much Buddha's light entered, it was just a leaky body that could not store any spiritual power. The leaked spiritual energy was even greater than the spiritual power transmitted by Zhu Fu.
It is the result of his practice over the years.
Now that there is no pollution, even his own cultivation is leaking out.
If this continues, it won’t be long before the body is completely dried up, and death will come when the spirit is exhausted.
"But..." Qin Baiqing opened her mouth, wanting to comfort them but not knowing where to start. Everyone in the group fell silent.
"What's the point of being sad?" Feng Budu retracted his gaze and interrupted them. "It was all Hua Muyao's fault. She released the pollution and walked away. You don't need to blame yourself for her evil."
"Hua Muyao is not dead yet." An Shi shook his head and reminded them before he died, "Her soul has also been contaminated. She is probably still hiding in the temple. We should hurry up and leave before she recovers."
Unlike Anshi, she still has spiritual power in her body, and purifying the pollution alone may not cost her life.
"You can go now." An Shi closed his eyes and looked at Feng Budu deeply. He understood that he mentioned Hua Mu Yao to divert everyone's attention. So he simply told him the truth and let him go. Finally, he closed his eyes tiredly.
Whether Zhu Fu takes revenge or continues to be depressed next has nothing to do with him anymore.
"Not dead." Zhu Fu really stopped chanting and was no longer obsessed with transmitting spiritual energy. He thought: "She has committed serious sins and cannot be allowed to escape." It seems that he wants revenge.
An Shi understood, and with mixed feelings, he threw a string of Buddhist beads to Zhu Fu, "This thing can find polluted air. While there is still pollution left in her body, please find Hua Muyao to help me get revenge."
"I didn't expect that someone would avenge me after I died," he laughed at himself, thinking it was absurd, "You should avenge me."
The Buddhist beads emit a strange aura and have an atmosphere that does not belong to a Buddhist temple.
But after being held in Zhu Fu's hand, it did not seem out of place at all. It soon resonated with Zhu Fu's aura and emitted harmless Buddha light.
"Very good." An Shi's soul began to dissipate. He sighed, staring at his dissipating soul tiredly and woodenly, and said with relief: "You and I are from Ming Zeng, and we inherited his will. I should also be glad for my own death."
Until the moment before his death, he finally revealed his Mingzeng nature that he had been unwilling to admit before, and closed his eyes quietly.
His scattered soul flowed directly into Zhu Fu's body.
"Zhu Fu," Qin Baiqing suddenly exclaimed in a low voice, "Zhu Fu is advancing."
The monk holding the Buddhist beads suddenly had an epiphany. At the moment when An Shi lost his life, those scattered souls seemed to have found their master again. They poured into Zhu Fu's body and pushed him to the brink of advancement.
The spiritual energy was coming in with such force that it was clear that his advancement was unstoppable. However, after entering the realm of transformation, he had no intention of stopping and continued singing all the way into the Mahayana stage!
"How could it be so fast?" Qin Baiqing's sadness was mixed with a hint of bitterness. She felt that her cultivation was totally not good enough.
"They were originally one person. Now that Anshi has been purified, Mingzeng's power has all been returned to Zhufu's body. For him, it is just a recovery." Shiji spoke quietly, shaking his head and sighing, "It took a lot of effort to suppress the cracks. The remaining cultivation is only enough to keep Zhufu's cultivation at the Mahayana level."
"It can't be considered recovery," Feng Budu frowned, not liking Shiji's statement, and corrected him: "After the separation, they are two completely new people. Zhu Fu is not Ming Zeng. Ming Zeng died thousands of years ago, and his relics are all in the pagoda."
"That's right, benefactor." Shi Ji quickly got used to Feng Budu's offense and laughed, "I was thinking about it."
"It just absorbed the cultivation power." Qin Baiqing muttered indifferently.
"I can still absorb the cultivation of Sanqing Palace. I am not Sanqing Palace," she snorted. "Zhu Fu will not become someone else after waking up. I only know Zhu Fu, not Ming Zeng."
The two were somewhat disrespectful to their seniors.
Shi Ji sighed helplessly, knowing that the blooming and falling of flowers are all destined. Mingzeng would never come back, and it was a blessing that the clone he left behind could become Zhu Fu.
He did not dwell on it too much. The few of them watched quietly as the vortex around Zhu Fu began to subside. His cultivation level climbed all the way to the Mahayana level and then steadily stopped. Until An Shi's soul was completely absorbed, Zhu Fu suddenly opened his eyes.
A brilliant golden Buddha light flashed in a pair of cold pupils. Zhu Fu suddenly stood up and shot the Buddhist beads in his hand towards a certain place. Then a sharp scream resounded throughout the Bodhi Temple.
"what--!"
"Impossible, no one can see through it!"
The moment Hua Mu Yao appeared, she vomited blood. The Buddhist beads were still circling around her, bringing with them the last trace of pollution remaining in her body, turning her already unstable breath upside down.
(End of this chapter)