Yinshan Record

Chapter 294 Śikṣānanda's Red Lotus Karmic Fire
If Young Master Su knew what Mr. Gong was thinking, he would thank his old mentor.

The Chiwen Ring is a magical artifact meticulously crafted by Huang Tiandao. Apart from its ability to disguise and alter its form, it naturally carries the aura of a dragon species because its original material is derived from the "Chiwen," one of the dragon species.

Therefore, many people consider themselves to be dragons.

After all, dragons have nine different offspring, and with the branches and leaves spreading, it's not surprising that all sorts of varieties emerge.

"The general's plan was ingenious, but he overlooked one crucial factor."

Su Che spoke up.

The four old demons looked over at the same time.

"Although I am not very knowledgeable, I am willing to assist Elder Yuan."

General Shan was quite generous.

"Then please join us, young master, in supporting Elder Yuan."

With the plan settled, the old turtle didn't delay any longer. It shook its head and wagged its tail, creating waves and a stench as it went straight up.

General Shan and Master Heng each used their abilities to conceal their auras and hide in the waters of the Canglang River. They were originally water spirits, most skilled at transforming in the water, and for a moment they actually transformed into the water.

As for the mysterious Mr. Gong, he lost his breath as soon as he arrived, and his whole body dissipated like a bubble.

These aquatic creatures are naturally skilled in such illusionary techniques.

As Su Che watched, he released the Nine Bends of Yin Spring, carefully observing the scene with the help of the flowing water.

The old turtle broke through the heavy water pressure and plunged straight into the river. There was no enemy in mid-air, only a golden light, inside which a swastika symbol was slowly rotating in the air.

Countless fully formed aquatic creatures were now prostrating themselves on the river surface, bowing repeatedly towards the sky and chanting Buddhist mantras.

On both sides of the river, there were pedestrians and animals, all of whom bowed respectfully and prostrated themselves on the ground as if they were pounding garlic.

As the chanting reached its ears, the old turtle felt increasingly agitated.

"May I ask who this esteemed person is, and what instruction they may offer?"

The old turtle roared, but it was a matter of trying to be polite before resorting to force.

"Of the three thousand great paths, none can escape formation, existence, decay, and emptiness. The Vajra remains unmoved, severing all past ties and worldly connections. This humble monk has come here to bestow upon you a great Dharma connection."

The old turtle gazed at the golden light above its head, where the swastika symbol slowly rotated, the very source of all Sanskrit sounds and the root of all the birth and death of lotuses.

Vast, magnificent, and ancient.

The old turtle couldn't help but recall the origin of these words.

It is said that in the westernmost part of the earth, all those who attain immortality will receive this script as a mark.

This inscription represents the approval of the Buddha, who stands proudly at the top of the three thousand great worlds.

You may then attain immortality.

The Taoist school has three thousand great paths, and the Buddhist school has eighty-four thousand methods. Legend has it that these eighty-four thousand methods all originated from this swastika.

Even if the monk who comes is a demon, he must have an extraordinary status over there.

But where exactly is the opponent?
"Please show yourself."

The old turtle looked up at the sky.

"You are already reborn as animals, and are not worthy to behold my majestic Dharma form."

The voice was loud, yet it carried a hint of frivolity.

"Pretend to be a ghost."

strong wind.

The old turtle waved its hand, unleashing a surge of magical power that whipped up towering waves, transforming the rolling river into a tornado that soared straight into the heavens.

Layers of illusions collapsed in an instant.

The waterspout surged upwards against the current, breaking through the golden light to reveal a corner of the blue sky.

However, it's only a small part.

A bell rang in mid-air.

That massive swastika was even more impressive than before.

The golden light remained unchanged, and the chanting of Buddhist hymns echoed. Between the birth and death of lotuses, the creatures on both banks of the Canglang River bowed and worshipped incessantly. "Considering your origin as a spirit tortoise and the difficulty of your cultivation, I will spare your life today. Rest and accumulate merit in my pond."

As soon as he finished speaking, a large purple-gold hand appeared beneath the swastika, its palm lines clearly visible, and it came down from the air to grab him.

The water swirled and the wind howled, yet the purple-gold hand remained unmoved.

drink!
With a muffled groan, the old turtle revealed its true form as the Copper-Headed Turtle, its four legs firmly planted on the waves, attempting to use the water's force to gain some advantage.

He was originally from the Spirit Turtle lineage, and with the help of the surging Canglang River, his magical power surged, making it difficult for the purple-gold hand to descend.

"General Shan, Master Heng, when will you wait any longer?"

The old turtle let out a loud roar, for it had reached the end of its lifespan.

That massive, purple-gold hand, as heavy as a mountain, had indeed forced him to exhaust all his strength.

The waves rippled.

General Shan and Master Heng resolutely took action.

They could also see that the demonic monk in front of them was unfathomable, and even after the old turtle exhausted its magic power, it still could not force the demonic monk to reveal his form.

Logically speaking, their best option now is to take advantage of the old turtle attracting the other party's attention and slip away before their whereabouts are exposed.

Even demons know the principle that when the nest is overturned, no egg remains intact.

Now that the old turtle is gone, I'm afraid they won't even last until tomorrow before it's their turn to suffer a terrible fate.

Heng Fuzi and Shan General made a fierce move.

However, just as the two demons revealed themselves, a seductive smile appeared in the air.

"Namo Buddha, Namo Tathagata of Good Virtue, Namo Vajra Yaksha King..."

We've been waiting for you. No matter how high your cultivation level is, you beasts are still lacking in the essence of "spiritual ignorance".

Under the golden light, a purple-gold alms bowl was unfolded, with a Buddha on each of the four sides. Some had kind eyebrows, some had angry eyes, some were smiling, and some were sad. However, all of them had the same face, which was the image of the Tathagata of Benevolence who was in charge of the hungry ghost realm.

This magical artifact, imbued with the power of the void, slowly began to operate, while boundless karmic fire within it was about to erupt.

“Sinners enter through four gates and four paths, while the fire at the gates welcomes them out.”

The karmic fire of the red lotus freezes the very soul.

Before Heng Fuzi and Shan Jiangjun could even make a move, they felt as if their divine senses were about to be frozen, unable to even circulate their thoughts, let alone make a move.
The three demons were temporarily helpless.

The azure flames are about to descend upon us.

clang.

Su Che's figure shifted, and the yin energy around him changed like a ghost.

A sword aura of the Netherworld slashed through the air, piercing the edge of the purple-gold alms bowl. The sword aura caused the Red Lotus Karmic Fire to deflect by three points, preventing it from engulfing the two demons.

"I wonder if it was Prince Śikṣānanda in person?"

The method used by Buddhists, the virtuous image of the Tathagata, indicates that the person who comes must have a deep connection with the hungry ghost realm.

It was probably the prince of that Vajrayaksa King, Siksananda, in person.

"Good sword energy."

The golden swastika wheel slowly turned, but the person opposite remained noncommittal.

The golden alms bowl spun in mid-air, but the raging red lotus flames changed direction and headed straight for Su Che.

"It's not as fiery as the Crown Prince's Red Lotus."

Su Che had witnessed the power of Buddhist karmic fire in the Azure Emperor's Treasure Garden years ago.

At that time, the old lion turned the Azure Emperor's Treasure Garden into nourishment for the hell realm. Although the Ignorance Karmic Fire and the Red Lotus Karmic Fire within were ownerless, they were still troublesome.

Today, this karmic fire is under the control of Śikṣānanda, and it is undergoing even more unpredictable changes.

The golden alms bowl was held horizontally, and the red lotus karmic fire poured out, like a layer of fire rain falling straight down.

Su Che roused himself, secretly channeling his pure, crystalline Buddhist light, and used a stealth technique to evade.

However, the lesser demons who were worshipping below were unable to escape in time, and many of them were burned by the Red Lotus Karmic Fire, turning directly into ice sculptures.

(End of this chapter)