"Amitabha, I am An Hui, and I have come to Xiangtan Temple to join the temple and become a monk." An Hui bowed his head, as if he were prostrating himself in front of Fa Hong.

“The monks of Xiangtan Temple are appointed by the Holy Tang Dynasty, and only those who are well-versed in Mahayana Buddhist scriptures can apply.”

“Amitabha, this humble monk understands.”

An Hui raised his head and then followed Fa Hong's directions to the Sutra Repository.

At this moment, Fa Hong looked at Lin Feng, and a special light finally appeared in his calm gaze.

"Master, the things I cultivate are different from others. May I ask if there are any related scriptures in Xiangtan Temple?" Lin Feng revealed his Ghost Domain, and the Buddhist aura he exuded immediately attracted Fa Hong to take a few steps closer.

"It's amazing that the Buddha's light has combined with the ghost realm. The Buddhist sect has never heard of such a strange thing before." Fa Hongzai looked at it carefully, then suddenly shook his head and said, "Forgive my ignorance... However, my uncle may have heard of it."

As he spoke, Fahong pointed to the side and said, "Please follow me."

Lin Feng immediately followed.

The two walked out of the main hall, through a series of corridors, and circled around to the building on the back mountain.

"Wait a moment, my uncle will be out soon." Fa Hong said, and the faint chanting coming from inside the room also attracted Lin Feng's attention. But it was just this one voice; there were different chanting sounds coming from the rooms next door.

It seems to contain Buddhist scriptures that incorporate martial arts, or Buddhist scriptures that incorporate soul power, or Buddhist scriptures that contain the aura of literature, or even strange Buddhist scriptures that contain the secrets of life and death.

Lin Feng listened intently, gradually emptying his mind, and followed the sounds coming from all the Buddhist scriptures around him to search for any trace of the Evil Yuan Path.

"Amitabha..."

The moment he regained his senses, Fa Hong was already standing in front of him with an older monk, all smiles.

"This humble monk is Xuanyi. Young Master Heishan possesses extraordinary character. I wonder if he can glean anything from this Buddhist scripture?"

Hei Shan was a Buddhist name that Lin Feng casually chose, and the customs of other places only had a slight resemblance to those of Sheng Tang.

"I seem to have gained some insights, but it's still somewhat vague," Lin Feng replied.

"Haha, little master, don't be impatient, you will definitely gain something in the future." Xuan Yi smiled and comforted him, then said, "I have already heard about what happened to you from Fa Hong. There are indeed countless different Buddhist teachings in the world, but those that are similar to yours are probably extremely rare."

"If we could know some of its origins, perhaps this humble monk could also find some clues from other places."

Lin Feng immediately responded: "It was found in an ancient ruin. I wandered into it by mistake and only saw a demon Rakshasa. Then I lost my memory."

As he spoke, Lin Feng also manifested a demonic Rakshasa through his divine sense, a Rakshasa with a head full of skulls on its fleshy topknots.

"When this humble monk wakes up, he will have learned all these abilities."

"Wonderful, wonderful." Xuan Yi looked at it carefully, nodded mysteriously, and said, "This evil demon Rakshasa has some of the aura of the Demon Tathagata of our Buddhism, but unfortunately it lacks Buddha-nature and is full of murderous intent and malice."

"Ghost Tathagata?"

Lin Feng almost believed the other party.

“Amitabha Buddha, everything has its counterpart. Above the Nine Heavens of Ultimate Bliss is the Buddha Tathagata, and below the Nine Netherworlds of Bitter Cold, there is also a Ghost Tathagata who guides all beings.”

Xuan Yi's words made Lin Feng want to laugh out loud. The Buddhist sect in the small world believed in the Western Paradise because the area was only so big. Now that the Holy Tang Dynasty has advanced, the West is gone. Who knows what their Buddhist scriptures will have to be changed to?

The Nine Heavens and Nine Netherworlds are the ultimate places of heaven and earth, and also the abode of the true Buddha.

In the end, it's all the same places. I wonder if they would have to revise the Buddhist scriptures again if they knew about the prehistoric world or other Buddhist realms.

"May I ask Master Xuanyi, how did this Ghost Tathagata come to be...?"

“Amitabha…” Xuan Yi interrupted Lin Feng’s question, shaking his head and saying, “This humble monk is also unaware of this matter. Let me go back and search through the classics before answering you.”

Xuan Yi's tone softened slightly. Perhaps there were certain things he didn't know, but making them up on the spot wasn't too difficult. After all, if they said it existed, then Lin Feng could be it.

"Thank you, Master Xuanyi."

Lin Feng bowed deeply in gratitude, and the latter hurriedly helped him up: "Amitabha, if the little master can achieve something, it will be a joy for Buddhism, and even more so for us."

Upon seeing this, Lin Feng expressed his gratitude once again: "Amitabha, this humble monk will certainly not fail Master Xuanyi's trust."

"Amitabha..." Xuan Yi nodded with great satisfaction and immediately walked into the deeper room.

The sky quickly darkened, and when Lin Feng saw the other party again, a seemingly ancient book was handed to him.

"Amitabha, this humble monk has found a record related to the Ghost Buddha." Xuan Yi slowly presented him with a book bearing an image somewhat similar to the Ghost Buddha that Lin Feng had manifested: "The Ghost Buddha, a divinely bestowed martial soul, is a martial soul born from the Nine Netherworlds."

Is it true or false?

Lin Feng glanced at it strangely, almost feeling that the coincidence was too good to be true.

"Amitabha, thank you Master Xuanyi." Despite his thoughts, Lin Feng quickly became excited, reached for the book, and immediately showed his intention to read it.

Xuan Yi immediately interrupted, "Wait a moment, Little Master Hei Shan. There are some requirements for this method. You must awaken your martial soul. Only a divinely bestowed martial soul can integrate the aura of the Nine Netherworlds into your body, allowing you to comprehend the Nine Netherworlds and even write down the Nine Netherworld scriptures that are missing in Buddhism."

"Amitabha... Thank you for reminding me, Master Xuanyi, but I haven't awakened my martial soul yet?" Lin Feng sighed as he followed the other party's advice.

Xuan Yi calmly said, "It's alright. The Martial Soul is the manifestation of the true meaning of the soul. As long as you comprehend the meaning of the Ghost Buddha, you can use your soul power to condense the Martial Soul."

"Oh?" Lin Feng feigned surprise for a moment, then took out a pagoda from his hand: "Master Xuanyi, is this what you're talking about?"

Lin Feng displayed the seven-tiered pagoda. Although the power flowing within it was vastly different from soul power, its unique aura revealed a terrifying tactile sensation.

Cold, ruthless, radiating a will completely contrary to life.

"This is a special talent that I awakened after receiving the inheritance, but it's not like the innate martial soul talent I heard others talk about on the road..."

"Hahaha, it should be a weapon spirit. Little Master Hei Shan, there are countless ways to awaken a spirit in this world. There are methods to directly seize a spirit from a spirit beast, and there are also spirits that are condensed by comprehending the martial will. Your pagoda may also be the result of comprehending the will of the Ghost Buddha."

A glint flashed in Xuan Yi's eyes. For a moment, he did feel greed. However, it seemed that even if he stripped the pagoda, which was suspected to be a weapon spirit, it would not bring him any extraordinary improvement.

It would be better to let Lin Feng continue to be trained and see how he develops.

Lin Feng carefully examined the seven-tiered pagoda in his hand and bowed to Xuan Yi again in gratitude: "Amitabha... Thank you for the reminder, Master Xuan Yi. I understand."

“Amitabha, little black-hearted monk, I will now entrust this scripture to you. If you have any questions, you may come to me for answers at any time.”

"Yes, Master Xuanyi."

Lin Feng bowed, and only stood up after Xuan Yi left.

Just as he was about to turn around and go back into the house, his gaze swept over the dark clouds that had appeared above Xiangtan Temple.

He could vaguely see a pair of hidden pupils in the dark clouds.

Evil begets evil, and on this day, the other party also sat steadily inside the Xiangtan Temple.