Chapter 214 — The Secret of the Ancient Shamanic Codex
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" He had never met a master of the Loulan Golden Palace, nor seen such arts; it was the Duke of Wei who had been to the western frontier and crossed hands with a Shaman King of the Loulan Golden Palace. The Crown Prince of Jingping mused: "I have heard that the shamans of the Loulan Golden Palace cultivate through the soul and can demonize their own bodies—half man, half demon, endlessly transforming.
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" Even as he spoke, another monk of Nantuo Temple came forward; at the first step he unsealed his Six-Realms Divine Treasury, meaning to display his divine power, when Shen Mu slipped in close and pressed his palm to the monk's chest. The Nantuo monk's Six-Realms Divine Treasury opened, his momentum surged, his divine power erupted!
He was stronger than Yuankong; he had refined the Thousand Treasures of the Numinous Treasure Immovable Zen Art into more than four hundred treasures, more than four hundred seal-mudras, and he brought them down one after another; in a moment Buddhist radiance streamed in colors, bursting outward without cease, as though a Buddha had roused the thunder of his wrath to subdue demons and quell evil, drawing a chorus of cheers from all around!
"Chan Master Yuanyue cultivates well! " said a lady of some household or other, her face like peach blossom, in admiration. Even as she spoke, Shen Mu shook his body and manifested the divine form of the ox—ox head, human body, ox hooves—golden and gleaming over all his frame, treading twin dragons, a single ox eye appearing at the center of his brow; a shaft of fire shot out and sliced across Chan Master Yuanyue's neck.
Chan Master Yuanyue felt only that his head was flying backward; he saw his own body, blood still spurting from the neck, headless.
His head flew into the bosom of that peach-faced lady, frightening her out of her wits; with a scream she fainted dead away. Crack, crack. Shen Mu's ox tail lashed, striking his own backside twice, and his backside at once swelled red.
The Crown Prince of Jingping's gaze flickered: "It should be the Shaman Sovereign's Louluo Sutra of the Loulan Golden Palace. But why does he whip his own backside?
Is this some uncanny sorcery of the Loulan Golden Palace? " Browsing address: