Chapter 697: Chapter 472: Seeking the Immortal Cave Mansion? Pursued by a Formidable Enemy
Rumor has it that back in the day, Sword Immortal Mu Zhen Tian and Ying Yue hid from the world here, but unfortunately, someone wanted Mu Zhen Tian to return, and this led to Ying Yue’s death.
This drove Mu Zhen Tian out of seclusion, where he slaughtered all his enemies, but he himself was badly wounded and eventually vanished from the world again.
Everyone knows Mu Zhen Tian is most likely dead by now, but no one knows where his cave mansion is.
Yet Lin Chang’sheng learned from the Void Immortal King that Mu Zhen Tian’s cave mansion lies by the Qingshan River outside the Sword Immortal Temple.
That’s why he searched and came to this place.
But unfortunately, this Qingshan River stretches for tens of thousands of miles; to find a cave mansion along it is no easy task.
So Lin Chang’sheng planned to go into the Sword Immortal Temple first, to learn something about Mu Zhen Tian. If he found any clues, maybe searching would become easier.
Scree—
The Lightning Thunderclap Eagle let out a long scream as it landed outside the Sword Immortal Temple.
This Sword Immortal Temple perhaps once housed a Sword Immortal, making its reputation resound far and wide. Many people came and went through its gates.
Some came to pray for blessings, while others came to cultivate and comprehend the Buddhist Techniques.
Outside the main gate of Sword Immortal Temple stood two giant Buddha statues, each ten meters tall. Between them was an arched gate, above which were three large characters: Sword Immortal Temple.
"Those three words, ’Sword Immortal Temple,’ were said to be personally carved by the Sword Immortal Mu Zhen Tian. What a pity—"
"What’s the pity?"
"What a pity that such a Sword Immortal died for love. Truly lamentable!"
"So the Sword Immortal was a hopeless romantic, too!"
"To this day, no one has found the Sword Immortal Cave Mansion. Who knows who will inherit his legacy!"
...
As soon as he arrived outside the Sword Immortal Temple, Lin Chang’sheng overheard a group of people standing at the entrance, deep in discussion.
It looked like back then, many people came here to search for the Sword Immortal Cave Mansion.
But in the end, none of them got any clues.
Some even tried to threaten the temple abbot, but ended up getting killed with a single strike.
This Sword Immortal Temple, though a place for monks, had no ordinary people within its walls.
Besides having spiritual roots, one had to be inherently gifted in cultivation as well.
In other words, even an ordinary monk here had an extraordinary cultivation.
Especially the abbot, Master Xuanbei, who’d reached the Late Stage of Tribulation Crossing— just a step away from the Immortal Realm.
Otherwise, the Sword Immortal Temple wouldn’t still be standing unharmed. Anyone searching for the cave mansion would have tried to use force by now.
But the Sword Immortal Temple feared nothing.
"For what purpose have you two come, honored guests?"
Lin Chang’sheng and Gu Shan had just stepped into the Sword Immortal Temple when a young monk stopped them.
This little monk was a bit younger than Lin Chang’sheng, probably just over twenty years old.
"Can people ordain themselves as monks here?"
Lin Chang’sheng was here to ask Master Xuanbei about the Sword Immortal Cave Mansion.
But he couldn’t be direct, or Master Xuanbei would certainly throw them out at once.
Many must have come to probe for information in the past.
Being direct would only backfire.
Best to stay here for now, and ask around slowly.
"Ordain as a monk?"
Gu Shan was dumbfounded when he heard this.
Wasn’t Lin Chang’sheng here to look for the Sword Immortal Cave Mansion? Since when did it become about becoming a monk?
"This is not for me to decide—I’ll have to ask Master Huizhen, the presiding monk! Please, follow me!"
With that, the monk led the way, guiding Lin Chang’sheng and Gu Shan deeper into the temple complex.
This Sword Immortal Temple was quite large; they walked through seven or eight courtyards and still hadn’t arrived.
Lin Chang’sheng guessed there were probably several thousand monks here.
Dong, dong, dong—
Finally, they arrived at a certain room, and the monk knocked on the door.
"Master Huizhen, some seek to ordain as monks—can we take them in?"
The monk asked out loud.
"No!"
But a resolute voice came from inside, utterly refusing.
The monk was puzzled by this, and muttered, "We used to take them in, why not now?"
"I’m sorry, but the temple is full—we can’t accept more for now!"
The young monk could only refuse them.
However, Lin Chang’sheng didn’t give up. "Master Huizhen hasn’t even met me—how would he know what my aptitude is? I can recite a passage from the Heart Sutra; if Master Huizhen still thinks we’re unqualified, we’ll leave immediately."
"This..."
The young monk was at a loss for what to do.
"Your talent isn’t bad, but you’re not fit to become a monk!"
As Lin Chang’sheng spoke, a voice came from inside the room again.
He could sense that Lin Chang’sheng was still bound up in mortal life’s entanglements.
"A senior taught me years ago. I have mastered a version of the Calm Heart Spell. If, after I recite it, Master insists on refusing, I have nothing more to say!"
Lin Chang’sheng replied.
"Very well, then recite!"
Huizhen didn’t believe the newcomer could truly recite any profound Buddhist Technique.
Yet, as soon as Lin Chang’sheng began the Calm Heart Spell, even Master Huizhen felt a wave of tranquility within; his earlier irritation seemed to vanish completely, and his body felt somehow uplifted.
"Is... is this the Peaceful God Spell? You’ve attained such a level of mastery?"
From inside came Master Huizhen’s startled voice.
Even after being in the temple for over two thousand years, he had never comprehended the Peaceful God Spell to such a level, but this stranger was able to wield it to such perfection.
What Lin Chang’sheng recited wasn’t the Peaceful God Spell at all, but a Calm Heart Spell he’d acquired from the World-Ending Buddha.
This spell could calm the mind and sweep away malicious thoughts.
Creak—
As the door swung open, a middle-aged man in monk robes stepped out.
His eyes swept up and down Lin Chang’sheng, clear surprise written in his gaze.
This youth not only had formidable cultivation, but also a profound understanding of Buddhist Technique—he was truly a rare seed worth nurturing.
"Are you certain you wish to join our Sword Immortal Temple? Once you enter, you must sever all ties with the mortal world! Break the temple rules, and you’ll be sent to the Discipline Hall!"
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