Suddenly, a flash of insight struck him, and he exclaimed, “Could this be garbage from the World of Immortals Universe? That shadow must truly be an evil spirit, a member of the Undead Tribe.”
The World of Immortals Universe was a vast realm of martial cultivation that Earth cultivators ascended to upon reaching a certain level.
It was a world teeming with diverse races, including ancient warrior clans that rivaled gods, powerful barbarian tribes with ancient immortal beast souls sealed within their bodies, stunningly beautiful exotic tribes, and true deities.
The realm was steeped in countless ancient legends: Sui Ren appearing in the Southern Wasteland, Chao Shi constructing his celestial nest in the expansive sky, Fu Xi casting the Bronze Eight Trigrams amidst the millions of copper mountains in the western extreme, and Buddha clad in a tattered shroud, wandering aimlessly in the boundless Eastern Sea.
The protagonist of this world, Xiao Chen, had fortuitously been transported to the World of Immortals. His journey began on Dragon Island, a restricted land inhabited by dragons.
Given that this garbage originated from the World of Immortals Universe, the presence of dragons, dragon eggs, gigantic trees, colossal centipedes, evil spirits, and all other fantastical elements ceased to surprise Su Jing.
“That shadow is undoubtedly an undead creature, hailing from the World of Immortals Universe. Its power may be even greater than I had anticipated,” Su Jing mused, his expression growing grave.
Compared to himself, that undead creature was formidable. However, within the World of Immortals Universe, it was likely nothing more than a weakling.
If it possessed its own cultivation system, its potential for growth would be immense. Moreover, the undead creature had mentioned that it was in the process of healing. Once it fully recovered and reached its peak, wouldn’t it become even stronger?
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With the realization that the garbage originated from the “World of Immortals” Universe, Su Jing felt a growing sense of urgency in his heart.
If the escaped undead possessed the cultivation system of the “World of Immortals” and was given the opportunity to heal and grow, it would become increasingly terrifying.
However, there was no use in succumbing to anxiety at the moment. Su Jing knew he couldn’t afford to lose his composure.
The plan remained unchanged: Absorbing Spiritual Force to strengthen the Angel Badge and seeking other means to deal with the undead. While Wei Xiaoxuan and the others continued collecting various information, Su Jing continued sorting through the garbage.
There might be something hidden amidst the trash that could earn him admiration and gratitude or enhance his strength to confront the undead. Thus, it was necessary to thoroughly search through the pile of garbage.
Su Jing continued sifting through the paper waste, hoping to find more than just confirmation of the garbage’s origin.
He quickly skimmed through the pages until he abruptly halted. In his hands lay a tattered book without a cover, filled with peculiar fonts and musical notations such as Gong, Shang, Jiao, Zhi, and Yu.
Examining the fonts closely, Su Jing struggled to comprehend them: “Namo Narayana Trina Pram Mohe Poti Sama Ba A Ta Dou Shu Peng A Shi Yun Sa Po Sa Duo Na Mo Sa Duo Na Mo Jia Mo Fa Te Dou Da Zhe Ta Om A Po Lu He…”
The text baffled him to no end, but fortunately, his previous readings of Buddhist books granted him a basic understanding of Buddhist teachings, enabling him to recognize these as Buddhist mantras.
It was not surprising as the “World of Immortals” Universe encompassed Buddhism, with great figures from legends like Buddha and Ksitigarbha actually existing there. Buddhism thrived in that world, and even a single Buddhism Sacred Relic possessed unparalleled divine power.
Naturally, there were Buddhist scriptures and mantras, surpassing the level of Buddhist studies on Earth, not to mention the Buddhist studies in the “Yang God” Universe, which lagged far behind.
However, the book in Su Jing’s hand seemed to contain more than just a Buddhist scripture. It actually comprised musical notations. Upon closer inspection, he discovered it to be a book of Buddhist music.
“Let’s give it a try,” Su Jing said aloud and began to sing. However, he soon realized that connecting the words smoothly was proving to be challenging.
Pronouncing each individual word proved difficult, and when strung together, it felt as though he was on the verge of biting his tongue. Moreover, the singing consumed his physical strength and spiritual force.
Nevertheless, after struggling with a few verses, Su Jing felt a vague sense of Zen. This was not solely due to his previous exposure to Buddhist teachings, but also because the Buddhist music itself was truly extraordinary.
“Fascinating,” Su Jing’s interest was piqued. He continued his efforts and, after many hours, he finally managed to sing the first chant, “The Compassionate Mantra,” in its entirety.
His rendition carried a profound sense of Zen, and the melodies were beautiful, creating an extremely pleasant listening experience.
“These Buddhist melodies could even be accompanied by an Ancient Zither. If I combine them with Zither Magic and the Buddhist relics from ‘The Immortal Gourd, Universe’ how powerful would they become?” Su Jing contemplated and acted upon his thoughts.
In less than half an hour, he seamlessly integrated the Ancient Zither accompaniment with the Buddhist chanting, elevating the sense of Zen to a higher level.
(From Translator- Zen- a state of calm attentiveness in which one’s actions are guided by intuition rather than by conscious effort.)
Then, with the addition of the Buddhist relics, the effect became even more remarkable.
Since it posed no harm, Su Jing first tested it on his own pets and then on the villagers. The results were astonishing, as all the listeners were deeply moved. Su Jing even tried it on Zhu Jianhua through an online video call, and although the effect was slightly diminished, it still had a profound impact.
Indeed, even in Su Jing’s presence, solely relying on Buddhist relics would easily influence people. However, when it came to a video call over the Internet, the power of the Buddhist relics alone would not suffice. The person on the other end of the network would not be affected by the power of the relics.
However, with the addition of Zither Magic and this miraculous Buddhist music, the impact was elevated by two levels. Even through the internet or recorded audio, the effect remained quite potent.
“Qingyun, if I use this Buddhist Zen to influence people, does it count as hypnosis? Will it deduct Recycle Degree Points?” Su Jing inquired.
“No, it does not count as hypnosis and no Recycle Degree Points will be deducted,” Qingyun replied.
“Great,” Su Jing’s eyes lit up after hearing this answer. In his mind, he pondered how such a piece of miraculous Buddhist music should be spread.
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