Chapter 204 Candidate for the Lord of Miro Palace! The True Body of the Bodhisattva
The way to become immortal?

Qiu Zhen was slightly surprised:

“Fellow Daoist Yu Chanzi, the way to immortality that you are talking about, could it be the inner view of the true form of the [Arhat Bodhisattva True Body] [Immortal True Dao Seed] level?”

He had heard about it from his master An Jishi.

Condensing one hundred and eight inner scenes can condense the Buddha embryo and become the “foundation for becoming an immortal.”

Buddhists call it the true body of Arhat, and Taoists call it the seed of immortal.

Master An Jishi had already achieved “harmony between heaven and man” a long time ago, but had yet to make a breakthrough, just to emulate the practice of immortals and lay the foundation for supreme martial arts.

As long as the [Demon Ape Suppressing the World Diagram] condenses 108 inner scenes, he will have laid the “supreme foundation”, his body will become holy, and he will become one of the strongest people in the world. His ambition is enormous.

In terms of the path to immortality, it is the “foundation for becoming an immortal” and the beginning of the path to becoming an immortal.

“Daoyou Qingwei is indeed a disciple of a famous master, and he is very knowledgeable.”

“The grand meeting of Miro spreads the avenue widely. In the top-quality scrolls, there are countless immortals, gods, arhats, bodhisattvas, and true bodies, inner scenes, and true forms. There are endless opportunities.”

Speaking of this, Yu Chanzi swallowed his saliva, his expression a little excited:
“The most important thing is that everyone who attends the conference has the hope of observing the true form of the immortals’ inner world and getting a glimpse of the secret map of becoming an immortal!”

what? !

Does everyone have the opportunity to see the secret map of becoming an immortal?
Qiu Zhen, Fairy Yun Rou, and Monk Zhenkong were shocked and finally understood why Yu Chanzi and the other Yin Shen masters in the square were so excited and happy.

In the past, during the great events of cultivating immortals, there would also be an opportunity to obtain the true form of the inner world of immortals.

Unfortunately, there are too many monks and too little porridge.

Only a few people are destined to have the opportunity to obtain the secret map of becoming an immortal.

No one is sure of winning the immortal cultivation gathering where there are many hidden dragons and crouching tigers and masters, and getting the chance to get the “Secret Map of Immortality”.

And now, everyone has the opportunity to comprehend the [Secret Map of Becoming Immortal].

For everyone present, this was undoubtedly a great opportunity.

It’s much better than some old weirdo preaching.

Fairy Yunrou became interested:

“Didn’t they say that Senior Huaxian was injured so that everyone could see the secret map of becoming an immortal?”

“Of course not. Being able to see the inner true form map has nothing to do with cultivation and magic power. It is closely related to the understanding of the Great Dao, the mind, and the law of fate. After all, the [Secret Map of Immortality] is the law of fate for a few people. Most people can’t even dream of it. It’s just an opportunity. What kind of fate you can get depends entirely on your luck.”

Yu Chanzi said this with a look of anticipation:
“My three fellow Taoists, don’t be too ambitious and just focus on the Immortal Secret Map. In fact, every bit of the Miro Immortal Map contains rare inner scene methods that are rarely seen in the outside world. If you can comprehend the inner path, the communication between heaven and man, and even the realm of “refining qi into spirit”, you will easily achieve it.”

Qiu Zhen, Fairy Yunrou, and Monk Zhenkong all nodded and agreed with it.

Just as everyone in the square was discussing the matter and their spiritual consciousness was flying around, a majestic voice of spiritual consciousness rang out from the high platform.

“My fellow Taoists, close your eyes, meditate, regulate your breath, and respectfully welcome Senior Huaxian!”

Upon hearing this, everyone straightened their bodies, cleared their minds of distracting thoughts, and calmed their breathing.

The huge square, which was originally bustling and noisy, suddenly became quiet.

Mr. Wansheng nodded slightly, picked up an ancient scroll and threw it into the middle of the field.

“Please, Senior Huaxian!”

The ancient painting rose into the sky, growing bigger and bigger against the wind.

In the scroll, the majestic figures of immortal gods, Buddhas, Bodhisattvas, and immortals and gods in the sky slowly emerge, all-encompassing and magnificent.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa~”

The scroll burst into brilliant divine light, covering the entire Wanxian Square.

The cultivators who were sitting cross-legged on the mats in the square felt the world spinning around them, and the surrounding scene turned into a residual image, twisting and collapsing like a whirlpool.
A moment of effort.

The square was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop. The immortal practitioners sitting cross-legged on the cushions were all in a trance, comprehending the inner scene method, as if they were intoxicated.

In the huge Wanxian Square, only Mr. Wansheng and Taoist Biyou were sober. They looked at the people in the field quietly with a bit of envy on their faces.

“Senior Huaxian, you two elders are partial to one over the other. In the past, we went through untold hardships and various tests in order to view the immortal paintings. This time, you are so generous and opened a top-quality painting scroll. Were you two elders pretending before? You cried weak every day and lied about raising souls and spirits.”

“Bullshit! I’m very weak, I’m not trying to trick you into raising a soul creature.”

There was a flash of inspiration.

Two people appeared beside Mr. Wansheng and Taoist Biyou.

One was an old monk in a cassock, and the other was an old Taoist in a tattered Bagua Taoist robe.

The person who just spoke was the old Taoist with a cynical look on his face and a smirk. He smiled at Master Wansheng and said:

“Mr. Xiao Wan, I know you are anxious, but don’t worry. It’s not that I favor one over the other. We didn’t have enough affinity back then, so we couldn’t open it. Now that the affinity has come, our capital has been drained dry. Our lives will be hard in the future. We may even have to sleep again.”

Not enough affinity?

Mr. Wansheng raised his eyebrows slightly. As a top-level “spiritual monster” recognized by everyone in the world of immortal cultivation, his talent and understanding are not bad.

To be able to cultivate to the state of “refining qi into spirit” in this “Dharma Ending Age”, he is definitely a first-class genius.

In fact, without being modest, it is not an exaggeration to say that he is extremely talented.

At that time, when he observed the [Miro Immortal Picture], he also had the opportunity to observe the “Secret Picture of Becoming Immortal”, which was not a small coincidence.

“Senior Huadao, I wonder if you have any explanation for the fate you mentioned?”

Taoist Biyou beside him also became interested:

“The two elders are willing to spend a huge amount of money and risk falling into a deep sleep to open a top-grade inner scene scroll. What kind of good seedlings are they?”

“This”

The Taoist painter hesitated and shook his head:

“It’s hard to say, it’s hard to say.”

The old monk who had been silent all this time smiled and said gently:

“Amitabha, there is actually nothing wrong to say. Niubizi and I have a hunch that this event will hopefully produce a candidate for the Miro Palace Master.”

Candidate for Miro Palace Master!
Mr. Wansheng and Mr. Biyou were greatly shocked.

Miro Palace Master
A great being who once led the immortal world to go against the will of heaven and tried to change the world.
A name that once resounded throughout the world of immortal cultivation!
In the world today, is there anyone who is worthy of this “title” and can shoulder the heavy responsibility of “Lord of Miro Palace”?

The Taoist painter beside him was also a little surprised:

“Old bald donkey, why are you saying it out loud? If it doesn’t work, don’t ruin your fate again.”

“Amitabha! The law of fate is already determined, how can it be changed just like that?”

The old monk Painted Immortal put his hands together, his face extremely calm, his eyes fixed on a certain spot below the high platform, with a peaceful smile on his face:
“He realized it.”

Finished.

The Taoist Painter, the Hermit of All Saints, and the Taoist Biyou all looked over.

Under the high platform, among hundreds of cushions, a man in a white Confucian robe sat cross-legged with a calm expression.

What was different from others was that he was emitting a faint golden Buddha light all over his body.

Faintly, bursts of Buddhist sounds were heard.

Under the Buddha’s light, the man in white exudes a sacred and majestic aura.
Lay Buddhist Wansheng and Taoist Biyou were shocked and swallowed their saliva:
“This is the true body of Arhat Bodhisattva that is about to condense.”

(End of this chapter)