1112: Chapter 328 Husband_2 1112: Chapter 328 Husband_2 Yellow Autumn Temple is one of the Ten Major Immortal Doors, with a long tradition and profound background.
If Su He had entered while invisible, the monk he faced wouldn’t have noticed him, but the greater powers within the temple might have, given the countless number of measures set up over the years.
During such a special period, it was inevitable that troubles would arise; thus, entering openly was a better option.
The monk glanced at him and shook his head, saying, “Sorry, as someone of humble fortune and shallow connections, I do not recognize the friend from Jixia Academy.”
Su He frowned, “Is there a way for you to contact the elders within the temple?
Perhaps the elders could reach out to Jixia Academy.”
The monk first nodded then shook his head, “I can only contact the temple once, and that is in the event of an outsider invasion when the guarded location is compromised.
If I were to contact them in such a manner, friend, you would be marked as an enemy, and when the elders come, they would strike with Thunder Strike.
Do you still wish it?”
Su He was startled.
Was this monk of Stepping Sky Five-fold Tao Cultivation always so candid?
A toad leaped out from Su He’s forehead, stuck its tongue out at the monk, and turned to Su He saying, “Are you silly?
Show the seal!”
Although he didn’t want to reveal his Xuanwu True Body in public, the Gujing Pavilion Seal was surely not a big deal, for it was a top-notch universal pass in Mystery Huang!
Su He was startled and then realized what he should do.
He touched the point between his eyebrows, and the Buddha’s Son Seal surfaced, emitting a golden light directly into the sky.
Guiwang Mountain was the leader of Taoism, and Gujing Pavilion was the leader of Buddhism.
Which family in Mystery Huang Buddhism didn’t have ties with Gujing Pavilion?
The monk in the sky hesitated for a moment, then immediately brought his hands together.
“Amitabha Buddha!
It turns out it’s Buddha’s Son gracing us.
I pray for your forgiveness; as a monk residing within the Sect Protectorate Big Array, I cannot leave my post to welcome you from afar.”
Su He replied, “I dare not,” and then looked up and asked, “May I ask the master if I might enter the depths of the desert now?”
The monk returned the gesture with his hands together, “I dare not call myself a master.
Since you possess the identity of Buddha’s Son, you may first visit our temple, later…”
As he spoke, deep in the desert, a beam of golden light shot out, colliding with the monk’s forehead.
Momentarily stunned, the monk greeted again with his hands pressed together, “It turns out to be Friend Su He!
An elder from the temple sends a message; you may proceed directly into the depths of the desert.
The Thunder Rain is in the Valley of No Forget.”
Seeing Su He’s joyful expression, he said thanks and was about to proceed when the monk once again bowed with his hands together, “Wait a moment, friend.
The ancestral master sends a message.
Knowing you wish to seek Emperor Ma Shi at Thunder Rain, the ancestral master has just returned from there and saw no outsiders; Emperor Ma Shi has not yet arrived.”
Seeing Su He’s astonishment, he added, “However—the injuries Fairy Ji suffered, Yellow Autumn Temple might have a means.
The ancestral master has instructed this poor monk to inform you that deep in the desert, our temple has a Buddha altar which channels the force of ten thousand Buddhas across the world.
You might take Fairy Ji there, and it may resolve her afflictions.”
Su He was overjoyed but then heard the monk say, “Only…”
“What?” Su He asked, already prepared to pay any price.
An altar that could channel the force of ten thousand Buddhas was bound to be costly, but he was willing to give anything he had, or could find, to access it.
The monk slightly shook his head, “To reach the Buddha altar, one must pass through the Purification Ground.
It is fraught with disaster, and you cannot use Divine Skills or Magic Skill there; you might even need to actively suppress your body’s true essence.
Can you manage?”
Su He was silent for a moment; he was somewhat wary of monks, especially those who neither cursed nor ate roasted chicken.
The genteel demeanor of this monk naturally hit Su He’s guard.
Suppressing his entire Divine Skills True Yuan, how would he handle an emergency?
Seemingly sensing Su He’s hesitation, the monk touched his forehead, took out an object, and handed it to Su He, saying, “The old ancestor said you can reveal your true form while passing through the Purification Ground.”
Seeing what was in his hand, Su He was astounded, and without further doubt, he nodded his thanks, stepped past the monk, and followed the directions given, heading towards where the monk indicated.
The object in the monk’s hand was a colorless small pagoda, its purpose unclear.
But the material of the pagoda was Turtle Shell!
It was naturally shed as turtles grow and advance, and there was still a hint of consciousness from its owner on the Turtle Shell.
That Turtle Shell belonged to Thai Zu!
And Thai Zu’s aura could not be forged!
Yellow Autumn Temple was connected to Thai Zu!
The Old Turtle had known all along that there was a way here to solve his grandson’s issues, yet he had not disclosed it until they had come searching.
Su He leaped forward into the interior.
In a distant land, deep in the desert, there stood an abruptly rising green mountain with a thatched hut on top, fashioned into the semblance of a small temple.
Beneath the hut sat an old monk in meditation.
Beside the old monk, a novice monk looked at the imposing old monk and asked, “Ancestral master, do you recognize that winged friend?”
The old monk chuckled, “Perhaps I do!”
Not sure if he knows them?
“Then why did you lure him here, ancestral master?
Our Yellow Autumn Temple doesn’t have an altar that channels the force of ten thousand Buddhas.”
The old monk laughed heartily, seemingly very amused, “All Heavens’ myriad laws are Buddhist Law, all laws lead to Buddhism, and all can demonstrate the Buddha.
If the ancestral master controls all these laws, isn’t that the same as channeling ten thousand Buddhas?”
The novice blinked, thinking the ancestral master was being sophistical!
Wasn’t this something fake monks in the Buddha World enjoyed doing?
Was the ancestral master possessed by a demon monk from the Buddha World?
“Phooey!” the old monk chastised him with a flick on the head.
Rubbing his head, the novice asked puzzled, “Ancestral master, when that winged friend arrives and discovers there is no Buddha altar, what then?”
It may seem like that person was very proper now, but he might figure it out.
Once the guest realizes he’s been deceived, he’s absolutely going to go insane.
He definitely was not an easy one to converse with; he had an eye for judging people.
The old monk chuckled, “Once he arrives, even if this poor monk has to sacrifice his own Tao Cultivation, I will draw out the Divergent Buddhist Power from his wife.”