Chapter 527 Mahayana Sutra (2/2)

Buneng knew that this was the 'Amrita', the nectar in Buddhist sects that would grant immortality. He did not expect Shen Lian to own it.

Buneng regained his consciousness and took another glimpse at Shen Lian who was sitting in the middle of the hall. He felt that Shen Lian looked somewhat similar to the portrait of Lingbao that was behind him. It was as if the lord had reincarnated into the human world.

People of the Dajue Temple, Xuanzhen Temple, and Diqiu had been making assumptions about Shen Lian's background. It was now clear that Shen Lian was somewhat related to Lingbao Tianzun. After all, his charm was similar to Lingbao and it was not something anyone could imitate.

Buneng placed his palms together and said, ”I am ashamed as I have failed to walk out of your circle.”

Shen Lian responded, ”If you could walk of it, you would not have come to seek for my help. But this four Dhyanas and eight Samadhis was indeed something. If it was someone else, he would not have survived the second day. But you managed to hang on for five days. Furthermore, after this vigorous training, you should be able to step into the third level of the second jhana.”

Buneng placed his palms on the floor and kowtowed to the green rock in the hall. With a clear voice, he said, ”Much appreciated, State Preceptor.”

The biggest favor any cultivator could ever receive was the opportunity to refine their cultivations. In fact, there were some cultivators who practiced the idea of participating in the duels of Dao until they die.

This showed how important making progress was to cultivators.

Shen Lian responded, ”You don't have to thank me. After all, I used you to observe the abstruse of the four Dhyanas and eight Samadhis. We do not owe each other anything.”

Buneng said, ”State Preceptor, I would like to once again ask you to help Dajue Temple.”

Shen Lian glanced at him like a supreme lord of thunder. It was heavy, dignified and terrifying at the same time.

Buneng did not flinch and instead said, ”There is a Mahayana Sutra in Dajue Temple. Although this scripture is extremely precious, it should not be relevant to you. But I think you would be interested in one of the excerpts in it.”

The vigorous training earlier helped him to stay composed and thus he was able to communicate with Shen Lian without fear.

Shen Lian said, ”Tell me more about it.”

”The Mahayana Sutra was a gift from an eminent monk to my founding master when he was traveling around the Blood Sea. Each and every character of the Sutra was personally written by that eminent monk. My temple's founding master read the Sutra for fifty years, gained tremendously from it and founded the Dajue Temple. The Mahayana Sutra was kept in the Dajue Temple and the content inside is not only mysterious but if you take it with you to the Asura Blood Sea, you would be able to meet him,” Buneng spoke fluently.

Shen Lian smiled, ”Looks like you've already known that I will promise to help you.”

Buneng responded, ”I do not dare to make such assumptions. I thought that someone of your level would not be bothered by trivial matters as such but would be interested to seek higher enlightenment. That eminent monk has attained the Mahasattva and it is rare to find someone like that even at holy places like the Vulture Peak and the Western Paradise. I am sure this is something that would interest you.”

”This indeed is interesting. I have heard of this eminent monk and would love to meet him. If so, let me tell you something. The day when the first piece of leaf of Diqiu falls on the ground is the day Emperor Xia would depart to the Eastern Barbarians. If Dajue Temple could receive the approval of Emperor Xia and send several deeply cultivated monks to follow his entourage, it would inevitably dispel Emperor Xia's suspicion towards Dajue Temple,” Shen Lian said.

The night before, Emperor Xia had delivered his personal order to invite Shen Lian to join him at his trip to the Eastern Barbarians.