I built the Jade Capital with the Netherworld

Chapter 111 Golden Embryo Buddha Mother - Blood and Flesh Guanyin

"No, you are not the Golden Embryo Buddha Mother. Who are you?"

When the cry for help came, the scream suddenly changed, like a devilish sound piercing the brain. As it exploded in the ears, Lu Wujiu's pupils dilated.

His expression was frozen, and his body was like a puppet, floating uncontrollably down from the lotus platform and walking towards the east wall, trying to pass through the altar door and reach the other side.

He wants to save people!

However, the flickering curse seal on the altar door blocked his way.

Without even thinking, he raised his fist and punched.

"Peng!"

The shadow hit the Tantric mantra seal, but it didn't cause any ripples.

Lu Wujiu frowned slightly, then punched out like a dragon, hammering madly without giving up.

"Peng! Peng! Peng!"

One punch was more powerful than the other. The layers of shadow power, combined with the sword stacking technique, burst out with astonishing power. However, Tanmen seemed to be unmoved, like a frozen lake in the cold wind.

After a long time, Lu Wujiu stopped.

"help me!"

The devilish sound that pierced his brain sounded in his mind again, urging him frantically to break through the obstacles.

Since violence doesn't work, we can only use wits.

Lu Wujiu observed the mantra seal on the altar door, and the Buddhist Tantric tradition wandered in his mind. He seemed to have returned to the open-book exam in his previous life, and was comparing the questions with the book and deciphering the test questions.

However, this question was not only beyond his ability, but also beyond the scope of the book.

The more he compared, the more horrified he became.

The knowledge contained therein was beyond his imagination.

He should give up!
Because there is no point in thinking about it any further.

However, under the urging of the devilish sound that penetrated his brain, giving up this option was not in his dictionary at all. He could only desperately comprehend the Tantric mantras and learn and verify them bit by bit from the most basic level.

Even without realizing it, he raised his hand and pressed on the altar door, and the dense seals on the door, as dense as stars in the sky, slowly flowed up with his confirmation.

The various powers that came back were intuitively reflected in his mind, allowing him to quickly understand the power of Tantra.

At this moment, time loses its meaning.

All that remained in the world was the figure standing in front of the altar gate, and the slowly flowing curse. The occasional flickering light and shadow confirmed every flash of inspiration.

Gradually, the cursed star sea on the altar door began to move faster and faster, but Lu Wujiu's breath became weaker and weaker.

In order to save people, he was willing to risk his own life.

Until the energy is exhausted!

"Pfft!"

Lu Wujiu, who was still deducing the moment before, fell to the ground the next second.

The world became quiet again.

The mantra seal of the altar gate, which had lost control, returned to its original state - the Six-Armed Ruyi Wheel Guanyin Mandala Seal.

"Where...is this?!"

In the pure realm of the mandala where the concept of time was lost, Lu Wujiu's whole body twitched and he slowly opened his eyes in extreme weakness.

He looked at the strange world around him, and his exhausted brain power made him lose the most basic judgment ability.

After a long time, fragmented fragments of memory flooded into my mind.

He staggered to his feet, looking at the flickering curse seal on the altar door in front of him, recalling the flesh and blood Guanyin behind the altar door. An unspeakable fear made his face lose all color.

If he hadn't instinctively remembered everything that happened after he lost control, he would have been completely unaware and been bewitched again.

This was my second experience of bewitching since the Nishang incident. Compared to the first time, which was subtle and retained my self-awareness, this time it was more overbearing and unreasonable. Looking back now, I only remember that there was only one thought left in my mind, and that was to rescue the "Flesh and Blood Guanyin".

For this reason, after failing to crack the curse with brute force, he chose to directly remove the curse, and even went so far as to madly study the Buddhist Tantric curses until he was exhausted.

You know, he has already reached a sixty-year level of cultivation, and his mind and spirit are so powerful. How long would it take him to study and think if he wanted to exhaust all his energy?

Fortunately, the mantra seal at the altar gate was cast by the Bodhisattva, otherwise the consequences would be unimaginable!

Guangxuan once said that after breaking through the fifth level of cultivation, if one wants to achieve another breakthrough, the only way is to open the altar door and communicate with the more powerful mandala pure realm to obtain the next step of cultivation method.

This looks like a tantric test.

From this we can see that the existence communicated by the Human Skin Book Altar must be strong and not weak.

This can be seen from the seal on the altar door!
As a result, he was bewitched just by taking a look through the seal.

This disparity in power is simply chilling.

However, what made him even more horrified was that the "bloody Guanyin" opposite the altar gate actually cried for help?

Is this a kind of witchcraft?
Or...did he really encounter a great terror?
Thinking about the ending of the owner of the human skin book, especially the words "You are not dead" by "Bloody Guanyin", he felt terrified.

"call……"

Lu Wujiu took a deep breath and glanced at the four altar doors around him. After confirming that the seal was intact, he returned to his own lotus seat. As he sat cross-legged, the soul within him left.

He decided that until his cultivation reached the level of a Bodhisattva, he would never explore the sealed pure land of the mandala again.

After his soul returned to his body, Lu Wujiu had no time to sigh, and he escaped into the Black Snake Garden and fell into a deep sleep, using his body to nourish his mental strength.

I slept so soundly that the whole world was dark.

When I woke up, I still felt numb and it was obvious that I needed time to recover.

Lu Wujiu sighed, left Xuanshe Garden, and returned to Lao Lu Temple's private room.

When I pushed open the door, I heard the noise coming from all directions. I listened carefully and found that it was the workers' shouts and the pounding of bricks, stones and earth.

Following the sound, I saw a bustling scene of activity on the hill behind Lao Lu Temple. On the leveled ground, bricks and wood were piled high, forming a forest of wooden walls. Countless craftsmen were busy working, chopping wood with axes, chiseling stones, and breaking the ground. It was a bustling scene.

Among them were many boys aged twelve or thirteen who participated in the labor.

Lu Wujiu looked at the drastically changed back mountain, casually pulled a boy over and asked, "What month and day is it now?"

The boy looked bewildered. Looking at Lu Wujiu, dressed in a robe and displaying an extraordinary demeanor, he replied, "Senior, today is July 3rd."

Has it been two months?
Lu Wujiu murmured in his heart, he had expected this.

At this moment, a familiar figure ran over to the busy construction site.

It was Liu Qingtan.

He said with surprise, "Sir, you're out of quarantine?"

Lu Wujiu nodded, looked at Liu Qingtan in front of him, and couldn't help laughing.

At this time, Liu Qingtan was wearing a black shorts, with his hands, feet and face covered in dirt. He looked like a worker. Where was the noble air of the old master of Lu Temple?
Seeing Lu Wujiu laughing, Liu Qingtan couldn't help but look down at himself. Then he realized something and said a little embarrassedly, "The construction progress is too slow. I was worried and acted as a supervisor. I'm sorry to make you laugh."

Lu Wujiu waved his hand: "You did very well, this can also be considered a kind of practice."

Liu Qingtan scratched his head and smiled foolishly, as if he was no longer the old master of Lu Temple, but a carefree Taoist child.

"During this period of my seclusion, has Lao Luguan been doing well?"

"All right, all right!"

Liu Qingtan nodded repeatedly, and couldn't help but say: "However, a lot of things still happened."

"Oh, tell me carefully."

Lu Wujiu pointed to the pavilion not far away and motioned for him to go over and discuss in detail.

(End of this chapter)