Daoist Master Of Qing Xuan Chapter 392 - The Bone's Fragrance

Chapter 392 - The Bone's Fragrance

Fang Yanying did not know how to reject her uncle-master's request. Thus, she asked, "What is it that uncle-master wants me to get?"
Shen Lian closed his eyes, and used his index finger to softly knock the Five Elements Magical Sword and said, "When you're there, you'll meet the monk in the temple, then you ask from him for a drop of ' Amrtod 1 '."
Fang Yanying bowed her head as a sign of respect. Then she prepared to leave without asking what was going to happen if the monk did not want to give it to her.
She went there just to take. If the monk did not want to give her she could still take it.
When he saw that she was going to leave, Shen Lian passed her the magical sword that was wrapped in a cloth and said softly, "Take this with you."
Fang Yanying got the sword then she left the mountain and approached the majestic city in front.
Her breathing was the same as the sword's breathing. When she walked past, she could feel the Qi of the heaven and earth like the tides were attacking her and the magical sword wrapped in a cloth in her hand. But she and the sword were like the bottomless black hole, despite being washed away by the spiritual tides, there were complete silence and no changes.
Looking from afar, she could already feel that the city was tall and enormous. When it was near, she felt it was even more magnificent.
When she walked into the city, she saw a board and then there were words appearing. She could not recognize the words but she understood the meaning of the words; 'Shengguan Temple'.
Fan Yanying easily got into the Shengguan Temple and she felt that upon entering, her uncle-master's attention on her disappeared.
She saw a monk who was in his old age, hunching his body and he looked as though he already had one foot in the grave.
"Why are you here, benefactor?" The old monk asked.
Fang Yanying spoke politely, "I'd like to ask for a drop of 'Amrtod' from master."
The old monk shook his head and said, "There's no 'Amrtod' here."
Fang Yanying knew that her uncle-master would not lie to her. She knew that there must be 'Amrtod' so she stared at the old monk. But if he did not want to tell, how should she tackle him?
The old monk did not feel irritated by her long stare but he suddenly laughed and said, "Do you know what 'Amrtod' is?"
Fang Yanying paused and spoke with honesty, "I don't know."
The old monk gave a mysterious smile and used an eerie tone and said, "That's Buddhist sect's drug of immortality, the same as the Daoist sect's immortal celestial elixir. When one takes a drop, he or she will be able to live forever. But in order for one drop to exist, it'd be an aggregation of countless powers of decease from the dead."
Then, Fang Yanying smelled a faint delicate fragrance, what came into her eyes was countless bones.
She finally understood that the smell came from the bones, and that was the bones' fragrant. The bones started moving and quickly piled up. The old monk sat on top of a small mountain made of the bones. His shriveled skin was filled with flesh, there was a crackling sound. His skeletons were transforming, and he looked extraordinarily tall and big.
This was a glorious scene formed from bones, a temple for the dead people. Suddenly, the old monk's soul and aura changed, there was an arrogant and autocratic aura in him.
He spoke loudly, "If you don't want to leave, then you can stay here."
Fang Yanying finally realized why a temple as huge as a city could be built in this wilderness. People in this temple did not have a concern about daily routine because even if there was somebody here, the person would be a dead one.
Those bones used to be living creatures but they were then dead.
The monk was only wearing a ragged robe but at this moment, there was a glow as soft as water running out from his sleeve, and it had covered the entire Shengguan Temple with sheer.
Fang Yanying could clearly feel the magnificent mighty force in the monk. It was very different from the Daoist sect's mana from Buddhist sect's power. He had profound Dharma but Fang Yanying was unclear if he was a dead person.
Somewhere far away, Shen Lian was standing at the top of the city wall. Fang Yanying could not feel him and even the monk could not sense him. He was quietly watching everything inside, the soft white Buddhist ray penetrated through his body as though he did not exist in this place.
A long time ago, Shengguan Temple was quite an enormous temple in the north, there were countless of Bhikkhu living inside. Until one day, a senior monk passed away and everyone in this place became dead people overnight. There was no religious ceremony performed to expiate the sins of the dead, so there was huge resentment in there.
Then, all the resentment concentrated on the dead senior monk's body and that helped to shape a ghoul. Because he had attained both Dharma and the deceased's resentment, there was a unity of good and evil. Therefore, it was difficult to deal with him, regardless of whether the connoisseurs are from the Daoist or Buddhist sect. Moreover, he could not leave Shengguan Temple. Thus, as time passed by, he was left forgotten at the faraway north.
Even if there was any living creature nearby, one also realized that this was not a place that living things could go and therefore, there was nothing in this wilderness.
Also because he had not met any living creatures for a long time, thus the ghoul had spoken a little more than he was supposed to.
There was a red glow in the ghoul's eyes, and the bones under him started to have red blood color. Then, the deceased souls crawled out of the bones.
One group followed by another group of deceased souls were surrounding Fang Yanying. She held the sword tightly and did not dare to let down her guard.
She could already defend the Temple of Killings without her uncle-master. Moreover, now her supernatural power already improved, there was also the Five Elements Magical Sword.
In her alertness was the brightly-lit heart of the sword. She could clearly sense every deceased soul's emotions, dissatisfaction, resentment, and the unbearable feeling buried deep inside the heart.
It was because the majority of the deceased souls were Bhikkhu in Shengguan Temple and so they were filled with mercy.
Fang Yanying sighed from the bottom of her heart. Although she did not know the deceased souls' origins, they were just human beings after all and they might have committed some sins in their past lives.
She tore the wrapping cloth apart. The sword's body was dull like the quiet water, there was no dazzling riot of colors.
Fang Yanying's slender finger gracefully flicked on the sword. The soft Buddhist ray emitted from the ghoul's body was instantly swallowed by a black hole. The heaven and earth sunk into darkness.
It was followed by an impressive ghost fire which almost burnt Fang Yanying's shirt.
Accompanied by a low-pitched chant, the soft Buddhist rays that were swallowed, accompanied by the infinite tides of heaven and earth's Qi of vitality, were pouring like the sea water. In an instant, the tides surged and the entire Shengguan Temple was drowned in the tides and all the deceased souls and bones were washed into pieces.
Fang Yanying's body floated in midair, and the tips of her feet pointed on the high tide. She was feeling calm and peaceful. All of a sudden, there was a finger thrusting out from the tides and at that moment, it transformed into a divine peak that was so tall that it could reach the sky and the clouds, as though it was bound to destroy the small Fang Yanying.
Just one attack and it was already at the Golden Luohan's level of capability. Thus, Fang Yanying knew that she would not be able to defeat the other party.
But she still wanted to give it a try.
At this moment when she was facing this attack transformed from the mighty Buddhist power, her thoughts drifted away. She suddenly thought of the days when she used to follow her uncle-master on their journey to the north. In every cold and chilling night, her uncle-master would hold his sword while facing the Purple Forbidden enclosure, the infinite star power was even more magnificent than the mighty mana of this person right in front of her. Her heart was in a quiet and peaceful state. The stars at the Purple Palace's bier lighted up. Those were the Purple Forbidden enclosure stars sparkling. The mighty mystery of the universe was her toughest shield.
The Qi of vitality tides which flooded the entire surroundings were inspired and cl.u.s.tered near the Five Elements Magical Sword. It looked wonderful just like a sky of stars. 阿弥利都 - Extracted from the Rebirth Mantra.