The Mummified Corpse Before the Buddha
Translator: CinderTL
Si Ming turned his gaze to the ten giant flying ships in the sky, his eyes filled with sorrow and despair.
He had believed that Si Shan's resurrection was an opportunity for the Si family's revival. Little did he know, it would become the root of their destruction.
He had always held immense respect for Si Shan and the Mixed Yuan Temple.
He thought it was the aid of the Mixed Yuan Temple that allowed the Si family to survive in the chaotic Yishi Ridge until now, even giving rise to a Golden Core cultivator like himself.
But it turned out, it was all a conspiracy.
"Benefactor, please do not attempt to resist. Lead your tens of thousands of Si family members and enter the Spirit Offering Formation below. Your flesh and souls will merge with Zen Master Fayan, which is an unparalleled honor for you. Do not be ungrateful," Xiao Chan said with a smile.
"Absolutely not!"
Si Ming, filled with grief and indignation, shouted loudly.
"Run! Everyone, run! The evil monks of the Mixed Yuan Temple are planning to use our Si family as a sacrifice. Si Shan's resurrection is a scam, a scheme to use the flesh and souls of our Si family members to enhance his cultivation and prolong his life..."
Xiao Chan's smile vanished abruptly, replaced by a ferocious expression.
"Hmph! Still thinking of escaping? Wishful thinking!"
As soon as he finished speaking, a sharp aura erupted from Xiao Chan, instantly enveloping Si Ming.
Si Ming was horrified to find an immense pressure bearing down on him, as if a mountain was crushing him.
He immediately lost control of his body and plummeted from the sky, falling towards the golden formation below, which radiated with Buddhist light.
At the same time, the cultivators from the Mixed Yuan Temple on the ten giant flying ships also acted simultaneously, subduing more than ten Foundation Establishment cultivators of the Si family.
Next, members of the Si family, regardless of whether they were cultivators or ordinary people, men or women, old or young, were all thrown off the ships like livestock.
From a distance, it looked as if a 'rain of people' was falling from the sky.
The Spirit Offering Formation in the Jie Mountain Market was like the gaping maw of a primordial beast, mercilessly devouring the members of the Si family.
The golden patterns of the formation gradually took on a bloody hue, appearing extremely eerie and devoid of any sense of righteousness.
The essence and souls of the Si family members were forcibly stripped away by the Spirit Offering Formation and then, through the formation, were forcefully infused deep into the earth's veins.
Beneath the Jie Mountain Market, at an unknown depth, there was a dark and deep cave.
Inside the cave, a small temple had been built.
The temple was tiny, with only one Buddha hall.
In the Buddha hall, an ancient statue of Buddha, ten feet tall, sat on a lotus throne.
At the feet of the Buddha statue, a mummified corpse clad in monastic robes leaned crookedly against the lotus seat.
The entire cave and temple were devoid of any light or sound, as dark and silent as hell.
Suddenly, golden light filled the Buddha hall, like the first rays of dawn, turning the entire hall into a golden hue.
Under the golden light, the Buddha statue appeared especially solemn and majestic.
Even the mummified corpse beneath the Buddha statue seemed transcendent and otherworldly.
A pillar of blood pierced through the thick rock, descending abruptly from the cave's ceiling.
The blood pillar pierced the roof of the Buddha hall and landed on the mummified corpse.
At that moment, the slumbering corpse was awakened.
The corpse, like a long-dry field, greedily absorbed the blood and souls within the blood pillar.
The dry skin clinging to the bones gradually showed signs of life under the nourishment of the blood pillar.
Beneath the dry skin, blood-red lines as thick as fingers surged like small snakes, writhing wildly.
They weaved through the flesh and bones, and the withered corpse gradually became plump at a visible rate.
Suddenly, the chest of the withered corpse began to rise and fall rhythmically.
A faint light flickered in the hollow eye sockets of the corpse, as if the flame of life had been reignited within.
It abruptly opened its eyes, revealing a pair of cold, emotionless eyes, as hard as steel.
The corpse made no movement, silently continuing to absorb the endless stream of blood pouring into it.
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Above the Jie Mountain Market.
Xiao Chan watched as members of the Si family were continuously devoured by the Spirit Offering Formation, a look of compassion on his face as he chanted the Rebirth Sutra.
Suddenly, two figures sped over from the distant horizon.
"Xiao Chan, your Mixed Yuan Temple dares to set up such a grand formation in the Jie Mountain Market. It seems the injuries you sustained in the great battle between good and evil a hundred years ago weren't severe enough to teach you a lesson."
The newcomers were Tai He and Hao Kong from the Nine Palaces Sect.
Even from a distance, Tai He's voice, infused with spiritual power, boomed across the sky.
Seeing Tai He and Hao Kong arrive together, Xiao Chan's expression darkened, and a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes.
It seemed he hadn't expected the Nine Palaces Sect to send two Nascent Soul cultivators at a time when the Yin Soul Hall was about to open.
"Tai He, in the hundred years since the great battle between good and evil, our sects have maintained a peaceful coexistence. Now, we haven't set foot in the Jie Mountain Spirit Stone Mine. Are you trying to provoke a conflict between our sects?"
The revival of Zen Master Fayan still required time, and Xiao Chan deliberately feigned weakness to buy time.
Tai He wasted no time on words. A sickly green banner suddenly appeared in his hand.
This banner was his life-bound treasure, known as the Plaguefall Banner.
With a light wave of the banner, a sickly green mist rose.
The green mist transformed into ten massive green serpents, surging toward the formation in the market.
The mist serpents targeted the ten Mixed Yuan Temple monks operating the formation.
Killing just one of them would forcibly terminate the Spirit Offering Formation, interrupting Fayan's revival.
Xiao Chan grabbed his kasaya and yanked it off, sending it flying into the air.
The kasaya expanded with the wind, quickly becoming a massive canopy that blotted out the sky.
Like a towering wall, the kasaya plunged into the ground, blocking the path of the poisonous mist serpents and the Jie Mountain Market.
"Boom!"
The ten mist serpents slammed into the kasaya.
The serpents shattered, dispersing into a vast cloud of green mist.
The mist spread, and any vegetation it touched instantly turned into black ash, devoid of life.
The surface of the kasaya glowed with a faint Buddhist light.
The light was vast and pure, embodying righteousness.
Under the illumination of the Buddhist light, the sinister green poison mist began to show signs of dissipating.
"Hao Kong, circle around to the other side of the market and attack the ten Golden Core cultivators setting up the formation. I'll hold off Xiao Chan."
As Tai He spoke, the Plaguefall Banner moved again.
The scattered poison mist quickly gathered, forming a massive, sickly green dragon several miles long, roaring as it lunged toward Xiao Chan.
Xiao Chan frowned, not daring to underestimate the attack. He quickly activated the kasaya, directing it to envelop the dragon.
The kasaya radiated intense Buddhist light, like an indestructible fortress, meeting the roaring dragon head-on.
The collision erupted in a deafening roar.
Buddha's radiance and poisonous mist intertwined, eroding and dissolving each other.
(End of the Chapter)
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