218: Chapter 169 Divine Silk Ascends to Immortality_2 218: Chapter 169 Divine Silk Ascends to Immortality_2 “Does he have a tacit understanding with you?”
“We always end up wearing the sa clothes… He constantly dresses like , even wears the sa hat.”
Zhou Xuan recalled the little details from Mu Hua’s daily life.
“That sort of tacit understanding isn’t enough.”
Monk Zhu Jiu said: “Perhaps you two rely look alike.
In this world, there are always people who resemble each other to an extraordinary degree.
Although rare, it’s not unheard of.
If you still doubt, then match your middle finger with his middle finger.
If an icy surface appears, then you are mirror persons.
If you truly are mirror persons, break that icy surface.
When the two rge, the strength of their soul and body will far surpass a simple sum of two.”
“I’ll try it when I get ho!”
“Go on, go on!”
Monk Zhu Jiu ended the conversation, then gazed out the window.
Outside the window, the rain was pouring down in torrents.
“Master, I have one last question.
About the Daoist you ntioned—is he from the heavens?
Was the Daoist born in the sky?”
“The specifics are unclear.
According to the research by the Bone Elder Association, Daoists are individuals of extrely high Incense Fire Level.
After death, they ascend through several strands of Divine Silk and transform into celestial beings…”
“Thank you, Master, for clarifying.
I will visit you often in the future.”
“You won’t see again.”
Monk Zhu Jiu gazed at the rain outside and said: “No matter how heavy the rain, it cannot wash away two hundred years of sin clinging to Qiye Temple.
Only fire can burn it clean!”
With that, Monk Zhu Jiu raised his hands, and two strands of incense appeared before him—his Buddhist and Taoist Incense Fire.
On one strand, there were Taoist glyphs.
On the other strand, there were Buddhist scriptures.
The monk tore open his chest, spilling his blood onto the incense fires.
“With my blood, I ignite the dual flas of Buddhism and Taoism, summoning a thunderous firestorm to burn Qiye Temple to ash!”
Boom!
The two strands of incense imdiately transford into two fire dragons, which coiled within the tower for two circles before bursting through the walls, soaring above Qiye Temple.
Wherever they passed, thunder roared and flas raged.
Any monk, their entire body would ignite.
Any Buddha Tower, flas would engulf it fiercely.
In an instant,
Qiye Temple appeared as if it were illuminated by heavenly light—fire everywhere, screams everywhere.
Monk Zhu Jiu bathed in fire.
Zhou Xuan sighed, clasped his hands in prayer, and recited: “Amitabha.” Then he clasped his fists, left hand in front, right hand behind, and quietly said: “Infinite Venerable.”
After performing both Buddhist and Taoist gestures, Zhou Xuan turned to leave, but Monk Zhu Jiu called out to him: “Young friend, today you helped escape!
I must repay your kindness, but I have nothing of value.
I will offer my Divine Soul as a gift.
For your second strand of incense engraved as a tattoo, my soul can now be used.
When you need it, envision my Divine Soul.
If my charred remains serve your purposes, take them as well!”
Having spoken,
Monk Zhu Jiu pressed his finger to his brow, and two souls erged from his body, diving into Zhou Xuan’s Bone Teeth.
When Zhou Xuan looked down, the Bone Teeth now bore a “卍” symbol and a “敕” character.
Monk Zhu Jiu then fell backward.
The temple’s first monk, keeper of the Eight Incenses, perished on the spot.
“Infinite Venerable!”
“Amitabha.”
Zhou Xuan recited the Buddhist and Taoist titles again.
…
Monk Zhu Jiu’s body had already burned into a blackened husk, yet Zhou Xuan didn’t leave.
His Divine Revelation and Blood Well simultaneously grew restless.
Within the Secret Realm, the Black Water representing Divine Revelation surged with monstrous waves,
while the Blood Well began to rise within the Black Water, its walls lined with countless eyes, all fixated with insatiable longing.
“The well desires the master’s body as a sacrifice—I can understand that.
But what is Divine Revelation agitating for?”
After scrutinizing Monk Zhu Jiu’s charred body for a long while, Zhou Xuan sighed and said: “Master, when a whale falls, life arises anew—I apologize for this offense!”
Despite Monk Zhu Jiu’s pre-death assurance that Zhou Xuan could use his body when necessary,
Zhou Xuan nonetheless needed ntal preparation to convince himself.
Once prepared, his right hand began radiating a blue glow.
anwhile, the Blood Well was already consuming Monk Zhu Jiu’s burned flesh.
The two Secret Realms acted in unison…
…
The sky clouded over, and rain poured heavily.
Countless strands of rain fell from above, interwoven with sixteen white threads that descended from the Heavenly Do.
These white threads, camouflaged among the rain, were barely visible.
They extended all the way to the green tiles of Qiye Temple’s Forbidden Tower.
Once there, they seemingly passed through the tiles without resistance, descending into the tower, arriving at Monk Zhu Jiu’s body.
The sixteen white threads wrapped around Monk Zhu Jiu’s remains and began to pull upwards.
The speed of the pull was swift—within re monts, the remains were lifted half a ter off the ground!
Almost instinctively, Zhou Xuan reached out to grab, but his Nu God-infused right hand reacted even faster.
It gripped Monk Zhu Jiu’s arm with unwavering force.
“Where did these threads co from?”
Zhou Xuan extended his Perception, which climbed along the threads, reaching several ters above.
There, he discovered that these threads were suspended from the Heavenly Do.
He recalled Monk Zhu Jiu’s earlier words.
“Daoists are individuals of extrely high Incense Fire Level.
After death, they ascend through several Divine Silk strands and transform into celestial beings.”
So this was the so-called ascent via Divine Silk!
The beings of the heavens had taken notice of Monk Zhu Jiu’s remains and attempted to claim him as a Daoist!
Even though Zhou Xuan understood that the beings of the heavens desired Monk Zhu Jiu, he refused to let go.
“The heavens want him?
I don’t care who you are.
Trying to snatch from ?
Dream on!”
Zhou Xuan tightened his right hand’s grip, pulling Monk Zhu Jiu’s remains with all his strength.
But the force of the sixteen white threads was overwhelming—Zhou Xuan felt as though he might be dragged into the sky himself.
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