Chapter 836: Heads

“Help me, help me ……..”

Ethereal, guttural cries for help echoed like a call from hell.

With Xu Qi’an’s current cultivation and eyesight, fear wasn’t so much of a factor, he just felt that this cry for help was too netherworldly.

At the same time, the cry for help reminded him of the same cry for help he had heard, from Shinshu, when he was in Sampo.

The two voices aren’t the same, though.

“Help me, help me ………”

The pleas for help kept coming, lingering around the ears, but the sound was actually transmitted directly into the mind, similar to a voice transmission, not actually making a sound.

Xu Qi’an walked halfway around the Mother Bodhi Tree before locking onto a certain spot behind the tree, where curtain-like vines dangled down, blocking the thick main trunk.

He stretched out his claws, poking through the thick vines, and saw the main trunk of the linden tree, and also saw a face imprinted on it, wrinkled all over, and could tell it was an old man.

The features of this face were largely similar to those of Old Monk Taling, with slight differences in details.

The Faustus Pagoda hanging above Xu Qi’an’s head shook with a buzz, and then the excited shouts of the old monk Pagoda Spirit resounded in his ears:

“Master …….”

The old face on the trunk looked dull, like a flat carving, and muttered a repetitive murmur:

“Help me, help me ………”

It’s really Faji Bodhisattva, why is he here? Definitely related to this super character in the Aranta, what exactly happened back then ………..? Xu Qi’an stretched out his paw and pressed Fazhi’s “face”, sensing it.

“There’s only a remnant of a soul left.”

His words were addressed to Old Monk Taling.

The tower spirit, the old monk, was unable to leave the Floating Pagoda, but as its current owner, Xu Qi’an could sense its sadness.

“Do you have any ideas.” Xu Qi’an asked.

Although he practiced heart compulsion, heart compulsion was only a branch of the Yuan Shen domain, and he was unable to provide thoughts and ideas in the face of the situation at hand.

The old monk of the Tower Spirit spaced out for a few moments before initially stabilizing his emotions and transmitting his voice to reply:

“I can use the ‘Great Wisdom Dharma Phase’ to temporarily restore his sanity, whether or not I can subsequently repair his soul requires the help of a transcendent powerhouse from the Dao Sect.”

But even if the soul is mended, most likely it won’t regain its memory.

Because of Faji Bodhisattva’s current situation, most of those souls had already gone up in smoke. Even if they were mended, they were still different from before, equivalent to a newborn with some past memories.

I hope he still has some of his memories left ………. Xu Qi’an nodded:

“Begin!”

The Floating Pagoda shook down the golden light, and at the top of the pagoda rushed up a dharma figure sitting with lowered eyebrows and hands holding a flower, and behind his head was a round of seven-colored and brilliant light wheels.

The lightwheel rotates positively for the first time.

The rainbow-like rays of light transformed into a long bridge, guiding Dharma-ji Bodhisattva within the main trunk and bathing him in the light of wisdom.

Faji Bodhisattva’s stagnant face, visible to the naked eye, was animated, and his lax gaze gradually regained its divinity.

He first noticed the big hairless bear in front of him, and then looked at the Floating Pagoda floating in mid-air.

“It’s you ……..

“Where am I, why are you here, aren’t you in Leizhou sealing the God Shush limbs ………..”

Dharma Ji Bodhisattva asked these two questions out of instinct.

“Master!” The voice of the Floating Pagoda once again turned agitated and slightly trembled:

“You’ve been missing for more than three hundred years, and during those years, the Buddhist Sect couldn’t find you anywhere, so it turns out you’re here.”

“Where is this?” Faji Bodhisattva asked again.

The tower spirit replied in a low voice:

“This is the Zen forest, the place where the Buddha is in retreat, and you, you’re in the Bodhi tree with only a remnant of your soul left.”

Bodhisattva Faji froze and muttered:

“Zen Forest, in the Bodhi Tree …….. Zen Forest, in the Bodhi Tree ……..”

He mumbled over and over again, giving the impression that he was a dead walking corpse in need of a wake-up call.

Xu Qi’an asked smoothly:

“Bodhisattva Faji, do you remember what happened to you yourself?”

Faji Bodhisattva’s face twisted up and his voice turned shrill and mournful:

“Buddha is Shinshu and Shinshu is Buddha.

“It is He who eats me, it is He who eats me ……..”

“Why did the Buddha eat you?” Xu Qi’an hurriedly pursued.

Faji Bodhisattva didn’t answer and screamed in a maniacal and mournful manner:

“He is not the Buddha, He is not the Buddha.”

How Old Monk Taling felt, Xu Qi’an didn’t know, but he could clearly feel his goosebumps slightly protruding.

“Who is He?” Xu Qi’an asked aloud.

Faji Bodhisattva’s screams slowed to a halt, and the face that protruded from the surface of the tree trunk once again turned dull as murmurs came from it:

“Help me, help me ………”

The voice of the old monk of the tower spirit came out from the tower with sadness and silence:

“Time is up, I can only do this much. Take the trouble to draw out his soul and send it into the tower to warm it.”

As he spoke, the tower door of the Linglong Little Tower opened wide, and a streak of light was thrown out, transforming into a mutilated bronze mirror in Xu Qi’an’s palm.

The bear’s claws gripped the Muddy Sky Divine Mirror and shone it at Faji Bodhisattva.

The face “carved” into the main trunk was drawn out little by little, and during this process, Xu Qi’an instinctively spread his thoughts and opened his mind.

“The Buddha is Shenshu, this is the same as the information we got before ……… There are so many Bodhisattvas in the Buddhist sect, why did the Buddha eat Faji Bodhisattva? Is He not the Buddha because Faji Bodhisattva discovered the secret, or is there another reason?

“If the superlative within Arantha is not a Buddha, who could it be? Oh no, Shenshu has entered the Zhenmu Stream ………”

…………

Aranta, the main peak.

Garuda Tree Bodhisattva awakened consciousness from his meditation, opened his eyes, and his first action was to pinch up the Seal of the Unmovable King of Brightness before scanning his surroundings with a sense of reassurance.

In this Bodhisattva’s eyes, at this moment in Aranta, everything is full of Buddha-nature, even a tree, a stone, an inch of earth, all possess deep Buddha-nature and emit a faint Buddha-light.

This is caused by the Great Sun Chakra Dharma. Wherever the Buddha’s light shines, it is the Buddha’s kingdom.

At the same time he awoke, so did Asuro, who was close at hand, and without saying a word, the renegade took a prancing leap and quickly pulled away.

The Gala Tree did not pursue and maintained his pinch stance, he had yet to see where Xu Qi’an was, much less if Shenshu was watching from the sidelines.

“Shinshu is gone!”

At that moment, he heard Liuli’s pleasantly ethereal, but emotionally lacking voice.

It was then that the Gala Tree withdrew its Immovable King Dharma phase, its face cold and majestic as it rose and slowly swept behind it.

In sight, was a charred black humanoid, maintaining a forward running posture, and judging from the Zhen Guo sword held in the charred corpse’s hand, it was Xu Qi’an correctly.

No breath of life, dead? Gala Shu retracted his gaze, noticing that Liuli and Guangxian’s gazes were not on Xu Qi’an, but rather staring at a certain place, which was a row of huge footprints, blackened with oil, so one could imagine that the owner was enduring the pain of the scorching heat as he marched forward.

The footprints disappeared into the depths of Arantha.

Shenshu has gone to Zhenmujian to look for his head.

Gara Tree’s heart fluttered, not letting go of this opportunity, and his leg muscles swelled, erupting with powerful momentum as he catapulted towards Xu Qi’an.

Glazed Bodhisattva took advantage of the situation to unfold the colorless glazed field, the black and white field spreading like water against the ground, and wherever it passed, everything receded in color and turned into black and white.

Click!

A metal carousel rises above the head of Guangxian Bodhisattva, the Sanskrit character for “human being” lights up, and the swastika at the center of the carousel is facing the permission of the Seven Annes.

Those fleeing Transcendents were ignored for the time being, they had to combine their efforts to take care of this most threatening First Grade Martial Artist before heading to the Zhen Demon Stream to deal with Shenshu.

……….

Devil’s Stream.

The headless Shenshu dispersed his dharma and came to the bottom of the abyss, standing at the entrance of the cave.

The surface of Shenshu’s body was covered in scorched blackness, gradually condensing a thin shell of ice.

The temperature of the Zhen Demon Stream was extremely low, and when a mortal was in it, his lungs would be frostbitten if he took a breath.

The place was terribly quiet, not a single monk in sight, as if it were an extremely cold hell.

Without hesitating, Shenshu lifted his foot and entered the underground cave.

His pace was firm, not too fast, not too slow, and within a few moments, he heard the sound of a long, drawn-out breath, reaching out from the darkness.

A gust of cold wind hit his face like a dragon’s spit.

Shinshu raised his finger and ignited the chi, and the fire went “poof”, dispelling the darkness and illuminating the surroundings.

He saw the scene around him, and it was a creepy picture.

The stone walls of the grotto were tender red flesh and blood, strewn with veins that were rising and falling rhythmically, like the beating of a heart.

Right in front of Shenshu, on the “flesh and blood stone wall”, there was a head embedded.

It was a typical Shura appearance, with a square face, high nose, lips that were not too thick and not too thin, and raised eyebrow bones without eyebrows, looking extremely heroic.

I think that in the Shura clan, it is also a rare and beautiful man.

The sound of breathing was coming from the head, which was submerged in the flesh and blood, growing in the flesh and blood, or to be more precise, the sound of breathing was coming from this huge “monster”.

“There you are!”

The head opened its eyes and looked at Shenshu coldly and mercilessly.

“You shouldn’t have come!”

The head spoke again, its voice low and laced with a sigh.

The two voices before and after, with their obvious mood swings, did not seem to come from one person.

The voice that opened afterward continued:

“He has been waiting for this day for five hundred years.”

Then the head said indifferently:

“Ready to return to my body.”

The sneer that followed the opening:

“Return? It’s eternal suppression, isn’t it. Five hundred years have passed, and you’ve built up enough power.”

The previous voice said indifferently:

“You have no choice.”

Shinshu’s body said angrily:

“Shut up! I’ll take it away today, no one can keep it.”

He ran over to the head in stride, wrapped his hands around the head set into the wall of flesh, and yanked hard.

The wall of flesh was instantly pulled out of shape, but the head was still firmly embedded in it, and with Shinshu’s monstrous strength, he hadn’t managed to yank it out.

“Drink!”

His navel cracked open and he let out a loud cry, the muscles around his body instantly exploded, and his qi rolled and rushed through his meridians, filling them with surging power.

With all his strength, the head embedded in the flesh and blood, which was pulled out a little bit, a little bit out of the wall of flesh.

At this moment, the surrounding “stone wall” suddenly came to life, violent writhing, stone shells “clattering” falling, peeling off the stone shells, is still tender red flesh.

The entire cavern seemed to be the interior of some vast being.

The flesh wall contracted crazily and extended a tentacle that wrapped around Shenshu.

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PS: Typos are corrected after the first change.