Chapter 213: The Color of Sound (2/2)

A moment later, Le Yuan, who had recovered from his condition, bowed to Jiang Li and admitted defeat.

There should be something in his palms. It was the golden light released by that thing that saved him from serious injuries.

However, according to the rules, one could not use artifacts in this competition. Since Le Yuan was forced to borrow the power of external objects, it naturally meant that he had lost.

”You're too polite, Master Le Yuan. The profundity of the Palm Meditation Technique is deep. Let's compete again in the future.”

”Then, everyone, is there anyone else who wants to go on stage to compete?”

After Jiang Li spoke politely, he turned around to look at the group of Core Formation monks who were still watching.

They looked at each other, and in the end, no one dared to go up.

Their cultivation levels were a level higher to begin with. If they won, it was a natural thing.

However, the key was that it was really difficult for them to endure a hundred Dragon Subduing Staff strikes. If they really competed, they might not even be able to do better than Le Yuan, let alone Jiang Li.

With such a huge advantage in cultivation, if they still lost, it would be extremely embarrassing.

In the Dragon Tiger Courtyard, no monk dared to step forward. In the defense competition, Jiang Li defeated 51 Foundation Establishment disciples of the Benevolent Travel Temple.

”Le Chi, I'm really sorry. This disciple of mine is ignorant. We came here to visit but injured so many disciples of your esteemed temple. I have some healing pills here. Please don't mind it.”

On the first seat, the smiling Elder He handed over a bottle of medicinal pills.

He had been famous in the cultivation world of the Great Mountain Region for at least 200 years.

From the beginning when he went on stage, to the later fights between disciples.

This was the first time he had won so thoroughly against the Benevolent Travel Temple.

Unlike Elder He, Dharma Master Le Chi's face turned green.

”Old He, to be honest, is this disciple of yours really a human? Isn't he some tortoise demon that has taken form? Is he the reincarnation of an Immortal or Buddha?”

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When Jiang Li returned to the room arranged for him, the sky was about to brighten.

Today, he was first rejected on a visit and ended up refining a flying sword. Then, he raised the level of his Overlord Body Art.

Even Jiang Li, who had the perfect physical condition, could not help but feel a little excited.

In any case, he could not cultivate the Nine Nether Dao Scripture now. He closed his eyes and used his sleeping technique to circulate the Bodhisattva Heart Sutra while sleeping.

Jiang Li did not close the window. Sounds came from outside. A light breeze blew past the sand and rocks, and the leaves swayed as insects cried together.

Amidst the slight vibrations everywhere, the sound of the world gradually became clearer.

A familiar feeling appeared again. Jiang Li felt as if his soul had left his body and was wandering outside from another angle.

However, in fact, his soul was still obediently staying in his body. That was only the Bodhisattva Heart Sutra's effect. It was the process of seeing the sounds of the world in his ears and forming an image in his mind.

Jiang Li knew that the Bodhisattva Heart Sutra had such an effect after he fell asleep. He had even used this ability to find Elder Duan Shuang's inheritance.

However, after reaching the Foundation Establishment realm, Jiang Li's Bodhisattva Heart Sutra had already undergone a tremendous change.

In this kind of sound world, the previous wandering state could only move around randomly. Jiang Li could only slightly affect the direction of where he looked. Moreover, what was formed by the sound were only moving lines and outlines.

However, at this moment, in the world of sound, he could already use his will to adjust his perspective and move forward freely. He could observe all the places covered by the sound for several kilometers.

In the sound world, when he saw the first person, Jiang Li actually noticed that he could see colors from this perspective.

One had to know that the essence of sound was vibration. It was colorless.

However, Jiang Li saw a gray color on a monk who woke up early to sweep the floor.

”Today, I had to sweep the floor again. My senior brothers bully me because my cultivation level is low, so they keep letting me sweep the floor. However, if I keep sweeping the floor, how can I have the time to cultivate fist techniques?! My senior brothers are targeting me!”

”When I master the Arhat Fist, I'll definitely teach them a lesson!”

The monk sweeping the ground was very dissatisfied with his mission. He muttered to himself while the gray color on his body began to fluctuate, becoming even richer than before.

It seemed that this color reflected something that had to do with the emotions of the person.

When there were more negative emotions and thoughts, the darker the color on the body. When there were more positive emotions, the color on the body would be lighter.

Jiang Li came to a realization. He controlled his vision to continue wandering around. There were monks chopping wood, young monks fetching water, disciples practicing punching, and old monks burning incense.

There was a hint of gray on everyone's bodies, but the intensity of their gray color varied, it could be thin or dense.

This color had nothing to do with status or cultivation, nor did it have much to do with what they were doing.

Jiang Li clearly saw that among the 18 figures chanting the Buddhist scripture, two of them had an especially dark color.

Among all the monks he had observed, the lightest was a chattering young monk.

”86 sticks, 87 sticks, 88 sticks. Hah, as long as I chop 1,000 sticks of firewood, Master will teach me fist techniques…”

This young novice monk looked short and his voice was young. His outline looked to be only six or seven years old. Children at this age usually did not have as many complicated thoughts as adults.

It was natural for the color to be lighter.

After walking around, Jiang Li was suddenly very curious about the color of his Rayquaza.

The Wood Demon Rayquaza had only been born for a month and had almost no interaction with the outside world. Its mind should be very pure and ignorant.

However, the Wood Demon was still a demon after all. The Bodhisattva Heart Sutra was a Buddhist cultivation method. It was hard to say if it would discriminate against demons.

In any case, his hearing range was very wide. A few kilometers was enough.

The perspective floated all the way back to the entrance of Benevolent Travel Temple. Just as the door opened in the morning, voices came from outside.

The wooden dragon was in the empty space at the entrance of the temple. Jiang Li switched his perspective and discovered that the color on Rayquaza was very faint, almost white.

It seemed that the Bodhisattva Heart Sutra did not discriminate against demons. It only reacted to the personality and thoughts of living beings.

However, the inner thoughts of people were complicated and varied. One moment, they would be happy, and the next moment, they would be angry and malicious.

However, if some time passed, their mood might calm down for a while. It was impossible for Jiang Li to use this color to evaluate a person completely.

Unless…

Jiang Li glanced to the side, but what he saw in the perspective of the sound world shocked him greatly.

A large patch of thick black color stopped at the edge of his vision.