Chapter 788 — Treading the Fragrant Path on a Donkey's Back
The Herdsman of the Wasteland · Page 4 of 5
Their cultivation was deep and mighty, surpassing that of the assembled monks, and they were none other than Xuanliao the Demon Ape, Zhankong, and Monk Chenghuai.
"Tathagata, we have obtained the true scriptures," said Monk Chenghuai with a bow.
Deva King Buddha raised his head toward the Twenty Heavens of the Buddhist realm and said in a low voice, "You have returned, which means the Old Buddha has awakened and knows what has happened here. " His expression was grave.
The Old Buddha's awakening showed how grave the situation was. The Mahabrahma Realm. The Buddhas came one after another to this place, seeking audience with the Mahabrahma King Buddha, and came to a ruined temple, yet saw no trace of the Mahabrahma King Buddha; only a little novice monk remained.
The little novice said, "The Old Buddha woke and left at once, saying he was going to seek an old friend.
" "Brother, this spirit elixir tastes quite good! " In the Primordial Realm, Yutian Zun tasted the spirit elixirs Shen Mu had refined for the water qilin.
They tasted rather good, and he could not help eating several more, praising them: "Truly delicious!
" Shen Mu laughed in exasperation, "Who said they were for you to eat?
These spirit elixirs are for demigods, to grow their bodies.
A human constitution can eat spirit elixirs, true, but it will throw the properties of the vital essence in the body out of balance, and that is extremely dangerous! " Yutian Zun hastily stopped eating.
Shen Mu shook his head and thought, "Yutian Zun cannot control his appetites; sooner or later he will eat himself into a little chub.
A little chub of a Yutian Zun riding on the back of the big chub of a water qilin, just thinking of it is truly.
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" He taught Yutian Zun how to refine spirit elixirs. Yutian Zun learned quickly, but his control over vital essence was insufficient, and he blew up the furnace several times, scorching himself black. Shen Mu did not mind.
In those years, when he had studied elixir refinement under the Elixir Master, he had blown up the furnace more times than he could count.
Demigods kept coming from every corner of the Primordial Realm, drawn by the call of the Earth Mother, the Primal Sovereign, and hastening in a single direction. Shen Mu's expression grew graver and graver: the Primordial Realm held a great many demigods, and clearly it was not the Earth Mother, the Primal Sovereign, alone who had been buried and sealed away together with the Earth Mother Realm in those years. "The era of the Supreme Emperor was the longest era apart from the Dragon Han era.
Its mysteries are no fewer than those of the Dragon Han era. " At last they came to a vast and boundless ancient battlefield.
Before Shen Mu could look it over carefully, the braying of a donkey came from behind them, harsh and grating.
"A donkey demigod too? " Shen Mu was astonished, and turned his head toward the sound, and saw a gray long-eared donkey bearing a young scholar, swaying this way and that as it came. The young scholar wore a feather fan and a silk headdress, quite elegant, sitting sideways on the donkey's back, while his other hand held a fishing rod, from whose line dangled a carrot, hung before the donkey's nose.
The donkey stared at the carrot, never looking at the road ahead, and lurched along, one step high and one step low, braying all the while, deeply resentful that it could not reach the carrot. "Spring through, ten ailments, nine from wine; in the third month not two days of clear sky.
At dawn tomorrow, riding a donkey on a fragrant grassy road, deep among green willows to hear the orioles cry. " The scholar chanted and sang his verse, and the donkey, swaying and reeling, passed by Shen Mu and the others.
Shen Mu looked at the scholar, and saw a man with delicate features, eyes like swirling stars, bearing a pressing heroic spirit, and yet also a certain air of melancholy.