Chapter 982: Great True Master

Chapter 982: Chapter 707: Great True Master

On the second day after the Nirvana of the Arhat Miao Shan.

The sky was filled with a sweeping snowstorm across the Snowfield, the cold biting to the bone.

A barefoot figure advanced swiftly across the snow, his robe fluttering wildly in the icy wind.

It was Wuxiang Head Monk, who had received the news while wandering outside, hurrying back day and night.

Inside the grand hall.

Wuxiang paused before the altar, his eyes filled with reflection and solemnity, bowing deeply with a sincere gesture.

“Disciple Wuxiang, here to bid farewell to uncle-master.”

Standing quietly on one side was Chen Sheng, serene and dignified, nodding slightly.

Wuxiang had lost his mentoring master at a young age and never formally established a master-disciple relationship with Arhat Miao Shan, but constant companionship, guidance, and care had long equaled that of master and disciple.

“Brother need not be deeply mired in grief.”

“I have preserved the breath of master’s True Spirit, so that one day we can track and guide their reincarnation.”

Wuxiang’s emotions eased slightly: “In the next life, I will guide uncle-master!!”

After a moment, he appeared hesitant:

“I don’t know how long we must wait for a reunion?”

Chen Sheng spoke up:

“The Netherworld’s cycle is bound by iron laws, even a True Monarch of Gold cannot forcibly interfere to alter the trajectory of reincarnation.”

“According to the laws of heaven and earth, it will take at least two to three hundred years for a stable entry into the cycle for rebirth.”

Wuxiang, hearing this, lowered his head silently.

The lifespan limit of the Dao Foundation is five hundred years, and now having lived over three hundred years, his remaining time is scant, barely able to await uncle-master’s return.

Chen Sheng saw the concerns in his heart and calmly offered guidance:

“I observe that your cultivation has accumulated deeply, only a final layer remains for the Perfection of the relic, once achieved, the attainment of the Arhat Fruit Position will no longer face any hindrance.”

Wuxiang gently shook his head, his eyes somewhat despondent.

The Buddhist Sect of the Great Snow Mountain has had thousands of years of inheritance, throughout endless ages, only Miao Shan has cultivated the true achievement of Arhat.

Wuchen himself was reincarnated from the Purple Mansion, unable to serve as a reference, excluded among them.

“It appears to be only a thin distance away, but in reality, the chasm of the Realm is challenging to surpass.”

Though he appears carefree, he knows the difficulty of the path, lacking much confidence, his mind momentarily dipped into gloom.

Seeing this, Chen Sheng immediately grasped the root of the issue, and with a sudden utterance released a deep and profound syllable.

“Om——”

The divine sound reverberated through the hall, penetrating the Heart Spirit.

The obscure ancient words of the Buddhist Sect flowed with the sound, golden patterns appeared out of thin air, weaving into a solemn Treasure Banner suspended mid-air.

Within the banner’s body, countless cultivation doctrines, insights into the Profound Gate were fully revealed, directly pointing to the fundamental essence of cultivation.

“The mind observes without stain, seeing nature is not emptiness…”

“Breaking attachment as key, wisdom is the foundation…”

“Ignorance fully eradicated, heart light naturally merges.”

With each utterance, there entered a golden line into Wuxiang’s brow.

He felt that the past century’s obsessions, bottlenecks, and perplexities were layer by layer stripped away by the divine sound.

“All conditioned phenomena, like dreams or illusions…”

In a moment, Wuxiang’s Heart Spirit was clear, shackles shattered, relic brilliance erupted from his brow…

Past cultivation barriers and unresolved knots became entirely clear and comprehensible.

The long-standing bottleneck walls confining himself were washed away by the divine sound’s doctrines, layer by layer, and his blocked path of cultivation suddenly opened up.

The light within the hall slowly gathered, and after a long time, Wuxiang gradually opened his eyes.

The look in his eyes had shed its gloom, clear and lucid, at his brow, an immaculate relic formed, its luster warm and complete.

It was the Great Success of the relic!!

With deep respect in his expression, Wuxiang solemnly kneeled and bowed:

“Thank you for the Abbot’s enlightenment, Wuxiang shall forever remember this immense grace.”

Chen Sheng raised his hand to gently support him, demeanor calm and composed:

“No need for formalities, this Perfection is ultimately due to your years of diligent cultivation, I merely cleared the mist as the situation allowed.”

Wuxiang continued to prostrate himself, heartfelt and grateful:

“Without today’s guidance, who knows how many years I would remain trapped at the bottleneck.”

Chen Sheng, no longer exchanging pleasantries, began to carefully analyze the direction of subsequent cultivation:

“Relic Perfection is only the beginning… next is to refine the Divine Techniques!”

“When uncle-master Miao Shan was still alive, he hoped you would ascend to the position of Arhat. Now that the relic is perfected, you should begin preparation.”

“I also have some cultivation experiences to share with Brother…”

Soon, Chen Sheng explained in detail the laws corresponding to the Arhat Fruit Position, the rite of ascension, and the Technique for gathering one’s aura.

The Divine Techniques of this realm correspond to Dharma Seed!

Chen Sheng has deduced within his body world countless eras.

In this aspect of understanding, even the True Monarch of Gold of this world is likely inferior to him!

Formless Concentrates and Listens, the more he listens, the more his heart trembles, clearly understanding that this guidance is invaluable, making the path ahead instantly clear and bright.

“Thank you, Host, for sharing so generously.”

Chen Sheng nods slightly:

“Focus on deepening your cultivation, and patiently await the good news of Senior Brother reaching the Arhat Fruit Position.”

Not long after.

Watching Formless Head Monk leave, Chen Sheng nods lightly, thinking to himself:

“I have finally repaid the favor from when I was introduced to join Great Snow Mountain!”

…

Years pass swiftly, and in the blink of an eye, more than forty years have gone by.

On the edge of the vast snowfield, there lies a human kingdom.

Outside the royal city, on the altar, the king leads thousands of citizens in sincere worship of White Water Monarch.

“We earnestly ask White Water Monarch to bless the land with peace, no disasters or calamities…”

“May the gentle rain often fall, the crops flourish, and the people live in peace and happiness…”

As brush and ink dance across the paper, each word of the scripture is penned down. It is then set aflame, the spiraling blue smoke carrying the prayers upward.

In the center of the altar stands a towering statue, with a human body and snake tail, its form mystifying, its aura extraordinary.

Visiting cultivators passing through show expressions of confusion, having never heard of this deity’s name.

Beside them, local citizens speak softly, explaining the origin.

“This is White Water Monarch, the guardian deity under the Bodhisattva Venerable of the snowfield, always compassionate, protecting the water and soil and all living beings.”

…

Within White Water.

Inside the deep Water Mansion, the water glimmers brightly, and by a stone table, two figures sit opposite each other, drinking and chatting leisurely.

Suddenly, a strand of incinerated golden scripture breaks through the void, carrying the power of the people’s prayers.

White Jiao casually sweeps his gaze and raises his hand nonchalantly, causing the golden scripture to instantly flee into the sky.

“Permission granted!”

The next moment.

Above the earthly kingdom, gentle rain pours down, nourishing countless fields, dispelling drought and dryness.

Black Ebony lifts his wine cup, a smile curving at the corner of his lips:

“Your current manner truly carries a few glimpses of the Dragon Monarch’s grace, conducting clouds and summoning rain.”

White Jiao grins widely, appearing relaxed and carefree:

“All thanks to the old master’s guidance in cultivation, integrating my own endeavor with the earthly nation’s fortune, thereby gathering majestic momentum.”

“Given time, I might shed the serpent form, transform into a dragon, and step into the Purple Mansion realm.”

Upon hearing this, Black Ebony shows no envy, as he has presented the True Monarch’s orthodoxy and received the old master’s promise, ensuring him the position in the Purple Mansion.

He shifts the topic:

“By the way, what’s the reason you invited me for drinks this time?”

White Jiao’s eyes flicker with interest:

“There is indeed some interesting news.”

Black Ebony glances slightly.

“Do you still remember the Southern Border, where Venerable Tuo Jia replaced the old master in his former seat?”

Black Ebony’s expression turns slightly cold:

“Naturally remember.”

White Jiao laughs heartily:

“I heard from fellow Daoists in Southern Border, this Venerable has already lost face.”

“Not long ago, he was suppressed by the Witch Master from the Witch God Sect, trapped for seven days, looking utterly pathetic.”

“When you return, report this matter to the old master, let him find some joy in it.”

“Understood.”

…

At the same time, deep within Great Snow Temple.

Seated in meditation, Chen Sheng slowly opens his eyes, a restrained gleam in them:

“The third divine technique, it’s finally done!”

Behind his head in the void, a fresh halo of divine technique quietly manifests, complementing the glow of the previous two.

“Unite!”

A low shout falls, and the three divine technique spirit lights instantly weave and blend together, circulating endlessly, evolving into immortal Dao Rhymes.

The aura around Chen Sheng steadily rises:

“Achieve Great True Master, Bodhisattva Fruit Position!!”

“Three divine techniques of Golden Position complement each other, their power already comparable to an Innate Dharma Seed.”

“With this, I can once again return to Tribulation Cultivation.”