The Supreme Mysterious Scripture for Protecting Life

The Supreme Scripture on Longevity and the Collection of Blessings

The Supreme Heavenly Spiritual Book of Destiny and Miraculous Scripture

The Jade Purity Primordial Mysterious Yellow Nine Lights True Scripture

The Eleven Luminaries Great Disaster Relief Mantra

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Feng Bingwen was immersed in the scrolls of Taoist scriptures he had carved from the Supreme Taoist Canon Hall. Each of these scriptures, once circulated, could stir up a bloodbath in the cultivation world of every continent. At this moment, however, these scriptures were merely a reference for Feng Bingwen.

This is the foundation of the sect. No matter what kind of Taoist magic or supernatural power one wants to cultivate, one can find an astonishing number of Taoist scriptures, which are excellent for both cultivation and creation.

Feng Bingwen was naturally the creator of the method, because the Taoist scriptures he selected each had their own unique and profound aspects in eliminating disasters and difficulties, protecting the Dharma and seeking the Tao.

Therefore, Feng Bingwen wanted to try to extract the profound aspects from each of them and integrate them into a divine power—striving to create a near-perfect guardian divine power.

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Cultivators employ a wide variety of offensive methods, and when combined with unorthodox and demonic techniques, they become even more difficult to defend against. Without corresponding countermeasures, even the most outstanding talents from great sects might be caught off guard and perish.

However, in any major Taoist sect, those disciples whose cultivation is insufficient can cultivate a more comprehensive protective divine power: the Golden Light Mantra.

In the cultivation world, the Golden Light Mantra is a very common protective spell, but it is basically unavailable to independent cultivators because the essence of this spell is to borrow power from beings with higher cultivation levels to protect one's cultivation.

Therefore, although the Golden Light Mantra is extremely prevalent in the cultivation world, the Golden Light Mantra of different schools and sects has its own merits, and the protective power is actually quite different.

The strength of the Golden Light Mantra depends entirely on the power of each family's ancestor, though it's not absolute. Since it's borrowed power, how much power one can borrow from their ancestor depends entirely on their own abilities. Some cultivators are more pleasing and can borrow enough power to push the Golden Light Mantra to an extremely absurd level.

The Supreme Dao also has its corresponding Golden Light Mantra. Once one has mastered it, one can say that one has a significant advantage in combat. After all, if we include the innate gods and demons who created the world, even if we are being modest, the strength of the Supreme Dao's founder can be ranked among the top ten in this world.

However, Feng Bingwen was extremely wary of this, preferring to spend more energy researching and developing a complete set of protective supernatural powers rather than practicing the Golden Light Mantra.

It's not that he has some kind of psychological fastidiousness or believes that all power should be cultivated by oneself. He's not that pedantic; borrowing money to cultivate immortality is a very common thing for him.

However, the problem is that before borrowing, one must go through the proper procedures and borrow power from the patriarch. Naturally, the patriarch will notice this. Ordinary cultivators in the Dao are naturally fearless and eager to attract the patriarch's attention.

However, Feng Bingwen dared not. Although he had paid homage to celestial immortals and had come into close contact with terrestrial immortals, he really dared not meet those great elders who had already transcended the mundane world. He wished he could stay as far away as possible. The existence of the Heavenly Book was simply too outrageous.

As his cultivation level gradually improved and his horizons broadened, Feng Bingwen realized how terrifying the Heavenly Book could be—it could be used to exchange good deeds for blessings, or it could attract calamities and eliminate evil deeds.

It should be understood that even celestial beings who have attained the state of immortality can perish under calamities; they are not truly immortal.

"To avert disaster, relieve calamity, soothe the soul, and guide one's life..."

Feng Bingwen summarized the means he needed to prevent. The most commonly used techniques in the cultivation world are undoubtedly based on spiritual power and various Taoist methods.

However, besides these, there are also curses, witchcraft, mental manipulation, and all sorts of evil methods that are impossible to guard against.

Normally, if one were to cultivate the Golden Light Mantra, one could simply borrow power from the patriarch and be able to block it, as long as it wasn't too outrageous. However, Feng Bingwen didn't have the guts to flaunt himself in front of an existence that had already transcended; he dared not gamble.

So he could only study and figure it out on his own. As he gradually comprehended it, profound and extraordinary innate Dao characters emerged from the depths of his consciousness, converging into an ancient scripture of only three hundred characters.

The sound of chanting echoed in Feng Bingwen's mind, and the essence of the Great Dao scriptures flowed in his heart. Feng Bingwen comprehended the profound mystery contained within them and gained some understanding.

He wasn't ambitious; he didn't want to become an expert overnight. He simply planned to first create a relatively comprehensive protective divine power, and then gradually improve it.

He had built the basic framework and even condensed a true seed of a talisman, but that wasn't enough. He wasn't satisfied and wanted to continue to improve it.

Although his master urged him to advance his cultivation to the peak of the Transcendent Realm as soon as possible, his ultimate goal was to prepare for a battle against the half-demon from the Golden Crow Clan.

The contest of magical abilities naturally focuses on the superiority of one's supernatural powers. As for magical power, he has no shortage of it. Rather than wasting time pursuing growth in cultivation, he might as well refine the supernatural abilities he already possesses.

While Feng Bingwen was cultivating his magic, in Nanzhanzhou, in a desolate wilderness where a great battle had once taken place, towering mountains rose into the clouds, the mountain ranges were endless, but there was little greenery, sharp rocks were exposed, desolate and barren.

Scattered rocks, scorched earth, ruined mountains, stained blood... What you see is shocking. Even though countless years have passed, the lingering atmosphere here silently tells of the fierce battle that took place here countless years ago.

In all directions, on the mountains where life had been extinguished and there was not a trace of greenery, one powerful human after another stopped, their gazes falling on a group of "people" radiating surging heat.

This group of people, regardless of their hair color or pores, all had golden hair, dazzling and radiant. If one's cultivation was insufficient, simply looking at any one of them would cause one to feel an indescribable burning sensation.

Why did you move us here? Are you sore losers? Do you intend to slaughter us all to silence us?

Among the surrounding mountains stood powerful human beings, each possessing a vast aura, like a galaxy, and with distinct temperaments. In the distance, celestial light flickered in and out of sight. Yet, among this group of uniquely charismatic individuals, a middle-aged beauty stepped forward, fearlessly questioning them.

Her eyes were pure gold, with a tuft of golden feathers behind each ear, and her brilliant golden hair cascading down to her waist. Above her brow was a headband ornament, with a drop of red and black jade falling onto it, making her look stunningly beautiful and graceful.

"King Jintong, you look down on my human race too much. You have no magnanimity at all. How can my human race occupy the land of the Nine Provinces?"

At the top of a broken mountain, a martial monk with no manners spoke, his voice booming like thunder. He was sitting on the ground, holding meat in one hand and a wine gourd in the other, the air thick with the aroma of wine and meat. However, the leg bone in his hand was a full ten feet long, and it was unknown from which demon it had been torn off.

This display of power made the old monks who had arrived at the scene twitch with apprehension, but upon seeing the group of half-demons from the Golden Crow Clan, they suppressed the urge to take action to clean up their sect and uphold the dignity of Buddhism.

"Killing a monk? I know you, a traitor from Landa Monastery!"

The blonde beauty's gaze swept over the muscular, imposing martial monk who was slumped on the mountaintop, and she immediately recognized him as a very famous Buddhist cultivator.

The monk's robes were tattered and stained black, his beard was thick and bushy, and he had burn marks from his ordination. Yet, he had no compassionate look; instead, his face was more ferocious than that of a demon. Beside him was a crescent-shaped shovel, stained with blood, with cracks spreading across the mountain below, as if the entire mountain could not bear its weight.

"Judging by your appearance, you still haven't been able to enroll in any other Buddhist temple?"

"I've broken all the Buddhist precepts, which temple would take in a scoundrel like me?"

The monk, whose sitting posture alone made him taller than the average person, laughed loudly. He had gnawed all the meat off his hand, leaving only a bare section of bone. He casually tossed it down to the foot of the mountain, where it struck the rocks with a metallic sound.

“If you have nowhere to go, Master, you may accompany us. I can introduce you to the Demon Emperor. It is surprising that no Buddhist temple will accept a talent like you. If you are willing to enter Tang Valley, you will surely have a place.”

"Hmm, enter Tang Valley? Hahaha!"

Upon hearing these words, the monk who practiced the precept of killing laughed so hard that he trembled all over, unable to hold his wine gourd. After laughing too much, he shook his head and said to a nearby Taoist priest,

"Brother, did I hear that right? That jerk was just flattering me and even wanted me to go to Tanggu."

"You heard me right. If you go, you might even be able to build a Buddhist temple where you can drink, eat meat, and play with demons at will, with the support of the Golden Crow Demon Emperor."

The Taoist priest being questioned glanced at him and replied in a serious tone.

"Haha, that's really great."

The monk burst into laughter again, just like a bandit leader who had eaten and drunk his fill. He leaned against the back of the mountain, and a rock that could support his body appeared naturally behind him, which was originally empty.

"It's a pity. Although I have nowhere to settle down, the world is so vast that I can roam freely without restraint. I really have no intention of being a dog for a few golden birds. However, if I have the chance, I would really like to go to Tang Valley. I haven't tasted the meat of the Golden Crow yet, and I wonder what it tastes like?"

"presumptuous!"

"Arrogant!"

How dare you?

After the monk finished speaking, many powerful human beings who had arrived at the scene smiled, but the delegation from the Golden Crow Clan was furious.

"You son of a bitch, a bunch of mixed-race bastards, who do you think you're talking to?"

The monk remained in the same posture, but his eyes widened, and a dense, tangible aura of malevolence emanated from his body like a black cloud. Behind him, a demonic realm of Asura was formed, where countless demons wailed and howled in agony. However, deep within it, a golden light flickered faintly, accompanied by the sound of Zen chanting.

"If there weren't so many people today, and I had run into you bunch of bastards all by myself, I would have hung you all up, chopped off your heads, and piled them up into a mound to admire!"

"What an arrogant monk! Come here and fight me. I want to see what you're capable of, daring to spout such nonsense and wanting to taste the flesh of the Golden Crow!"

A burly man with flowing blond hair stepped forward, pointed directly at the monk, and challenged him to a fight.

Although they were assigned to protect Xi, such provocation was intolerable and had to be responded to.

"What a pity, if only you were a pure-blooded Golden Crow!"

The monk who had been killing stood up, carrying a crescent-shaped shovel. His eyes, which were more ferocious and imposing than those of a tiger, were filled with regret.

"I might be able to taste the flavor of the Golden Crow today."

"Amitabha Buddha, Fazhi, please calm down!"

With a chant of a Buddhist mantra, a vast Buddhist light swept across the ancient battlefield, instantly calming the murderous aura that had arisen. The half-demon man, who was clearly furious, now felt no anger rising in his heart. He was without desire or wants, and only felt that the world was so peaceful.

"Could we wait until Kongxuan and this benefactor Xi have discussed the Dharma before engaging in combat?"

The old monk, who instantly became the focus of everyone's attention, put his hands together and asked the martial monk with a smile.

"It's entirely up to you!"

The monk who had been so unrestrained and domineering suddenly became unusually docile when he encountered this monk. He showed no dissatisfaction whatsoever and spoke quite politely. This contrast surprised the group of half-demons.

"Good!"

The old monk recited another line, then his gaze fell on a young monk beside him dressed in a moon-white robe. He had red lips, white teeth, and a handsome face. If he were to take off his robe, he would probably be the object of many women's affections.

"Void Profound!"

"master!"

The young monk bowed slightly, then took a step forward with a string of prayer beads in his hand. When he reappeared, he was already in front of the group of half-demons.

"Kongxuan of Daci'en Temple wishes to discuss the Dharma with His Highness Xi. Please enlighten me!"

The monk's gentle voice conveyed no sense of threat, yet after that one step he took, who among those present would dare to underestimate him?

Divine foot power!

Also known as Divine Power or Wish-Fulfilling Power, it is one of the six famous supernatural powers in Buddhism. It is said that after mastering it, one is free and unhindered, and can display one's abilities at will, whether large or small, going to heaven or earth, moving mountains or overturning seas.

"My lord is unwell and unable to perform the ritual. Please ask the master to choose another day to discuss the Dharma."

The beautiful woman looked at the young monk before her with apprehension. The monk stood right in front of her, yet his aura was connected to the mountains and in harmony with heaven and earth, making it impossible for her to fathom his depth or fathom his true nature.

"This humble monk had no intention of harming anyone!"

The young monk answered calmly. He could feel the many gazes falling on him, some kind, but some not so kind.

He knew what was going on. A half-demon lurking in the group had already defeated three Daoist disciples. His appearance at this moment, stopping them and demanding to challenge that half-demon by name, made his intentions quite obvious.

Although this was not his intention, how could those great cultivators of the Daoist sect care about such things? He now represents the Great Ci'en Temple behind him, as well as the Buddhist sect, and above that, the human race.

"Hey, if your bird-man prince chickens out, then leave him that Haoyang Mirror he's wearing!"

The monk who had taken the precepts of killing did not abstain from meat or fish, and showed no regard for the demeanor of a great monk, just like a bandit who robbed people on the road.

“Aunt Jin, you don’t need to worry about me. He is at the same level as me and he is not bullying me with his strength. I can fight him.”

A tall, handsome, and androgynous half-demon emerged. He was also a golden-haired boy, but when he appeared, all the light falling from the sky converged on him. In that instant, this ancient battlefield seemed to become his home ground.

"Your Highness!"

The middle-aged woman wanted to stop them, but didn't know how to persuade them. She knew perfectly well the true purpose of their trip. The three Daoist disciples they had challenged earlier were merely challenges that had to be undertaken to achieve their ultimate goal.

Their target this time is the Supreme Dao, which is purely aimed at the Xuanzong lineage of the human Daoist sect. It has absolutely nothing to do with that group of bald monks in the Buddhist sect.

But who would have thought that this group of bald monks, in their quest for fame and fortune, would actually come knocking on their door and even relocate them here, forcing them into a fight.

"No problem!"

Born from a golden crow and a human, Xi, who could even be called His Highness, wore a faint smile, as bright and charming as the rising sun.

"Tanggu, Xi! Please enlighten me, Master!"

The half-demon, who also looked young, walked to within a hundred feet of the young monk, said a greeting, and then saw ancient trees towering behind him, their branches and leaves majestic.

Quack!

A strange melon-like chirping sound rang out, and a three-legged divine bird spread its wings and sang in the tree canopy. Golden divine light permeated the branches and leaves of the canopy. Then came a second sound, a third sound... one after another, golden crows appeared in the dense canopy. With the appearance of the tenth golden crow, this tall and majestic ancient tree was completely dyed gold, and a vast ocean appeared beneath the tree.

An unusual phenomenon: the sun sets over Japan in ten days!

The strange phenomenon appeared slowly but was actually very fast. In just a moment, ancient trees stood tall amidst the dilapidated and lifeless ancient battlefield.

The astonishing sight caused many human cultivators who were seeing it for the first time to look on in surprise. The sight of the sun setting over Fusang was something that only appeared in ancient times when the Golden Crow clan ruled the world and was at its most illustrious. There were very few people who could witness this scene. Although this scene was just a manifestation of an anomaly, it was still astonishing enough.

"That monk must be the current Buddhist disciple of the Great Ci'en Temple. I originally thought he had a chance of winning after seeing that he had mastered the supernatural power of speed, but with this situation, isn't he going to lose again? How can he possibly win?"

"Let's wait and see. That old bald monk has already mastered the ability to predict fate. He must have seen something. If he wasn't confident, he wouldn't have brought his disciple here to ambush people. Otherwise, he would have just lost face and become a laughing stock."

Even the Taoist cultivators who rushed over were moved by the astonishing imagination. They temporarily set aside the conflict between Taoism and Buddhism, recognizing that as fellow human beings, they should maintain their proper stance and rational judgment in the face of matters of principle.

"Amitabha!"

A young monk dressed in a moon-white robe chanted a Buddhist mantra, then opened his palms, and boundless Buddhist light shone forth, slowly revealing a kingdom within them.

---Aside---

I broke my promise; there were only 5,000 words. Sigh.