I have Immortality In The Cultivation World Chapter 432

Chapter 432: Chapter 338: The Return of the Monkey King_2

Zhou Yi asked, “Do you have a name?”

The Monkey King replied, “This disciple was born from nature and has never had a name.”

Zhou Yi pondered for a moment and said, “I have heard that in ancient times, there was an Innate-born Stone Monkey named Sun Wukong. Since you are also born of nature, your surname shall be Sun.”

“And since you wholeheartedly seek longevity, you shall be named 'Changsheng' to reflect your daoist spirit!”

The Monkey King bowed again in gratitude, “Thank you, immortal elder. This disciple shall henceforth be called Sun Changsheng.”

From then on, Sun Changsheng settled down on the island.

The Spirit Ginseng child gave him a blue daoist robe, a top-notch Magic Artifact that fitted perfectly without the need for tailoring, and also taught Sun Changsheng how to tend to the spiritual fields, saving quite a bit of effort.

Every morning, Sun Changsheng would come to the main hall, light the Soul-igniting Incense, and sit quietly to the side.

At dawn, Zhou Yi began to recite Daoist scriptures.

The first day.

Sun Changsheng heard a scroll of “Supreme Life-Extending Seal”, and as each word fell into his ears, annotations sprang to life, allowing him to comprehend a Cultivation Technique called the Longevity Mantra.

The Longevity Mantra belonged to the wood element, and once mastered, one's lifespan would be richly nourished by the mana of Yi Wood, enduring far longer than that of an ordinary cultivator.

“What a great Cultivation Technique!”

Sun Changsheng danced with excitement, having braved countless dangers in his hundred-year search for immortality, dying more than a hundred times, and at last he had secured a Cultivation Technique.

That night, he returned to his room, sat cross-legged, and according to the spell, he started to attract Spiritual Energy.

Wood Spiritual Energy, drawn by the spell, rushed into Sun Changsheng's body, breaking through the first level of Qi Refinement in just moments, and by dawn, he was already at the mid-stage of Qi Refinement.

All this naturally did not escape Zhou Yi's Divine Sense, who exclaimed in admiration.

“Innate talent such as this is truly terrifying!”

The next day.

Sun Changsheng thought he would listen to the Foundation Establishment volume of the Longevity Mantra, but instead, another scroll of scripture was recited, and he comprehended the Rain Summoning Spell.

In the blink of an eye, a month passed.

Sun Changsheng's cultivation had reached the peak of Qi Refinement, ready to break through to Foundation Establishment at any moment. Many Daoist spells and techniques required only a bit more practice before he could wield them as easily as his own limbs, as if he had already learned them in a past life.

That morning.

Zhou Yi did not recite Daoist scripture but a Buddhist Law.

Sun Changsheng's face showed surprise, but he also knew the rules and silently waited for the immortal elder to finish reciting before asking.

“Immortal elder, why is it Buddhist scripture today?”

Zhou Yi said, “Both Buddhism and Daoism have their own methods for attaining immortality. Regardless of their status, all can be comprehended and practiced.”

Sun Changsheng scratched his ears and cheeks and said, “This disciple does not know why, but while listening to Daoist scripture, I'm immersed, while Buddhist scripture makes me restless and causes an inexplicable repulsion in my heart!”

Zhou Yi's fingers made calculations but received no feedback, for even Immortals with Innate talent are difficult to divine the origins of.

“I too am repelled by Buddhist ways, especially their conversion techniques, which are even more deceptive than the Demon's Soul Bewitching Art.”

The Demon's Soul Bewitching Art is easily broken free from, but after being converted by Buddhist practice, there is no chance to return to one's true self, unless one day, the cultivation reaches heaven-penetrating and earth-encompassing heights, surpassing the converter, then there's a slight chance of liberation.

Sun Changsheng grew even more puzzled, “If the immortal elder dislikes Buddhism, why recite their scriptures?”

“Only by mastering Buddhist Magic Divine Abilities can one defend against and unravel them.”

Zhou Yi said, “For instance, my understanding of Buddhist Law is even more profound than that of a revered monk, and I can best an Arhat in debate. How then could Buddhism convert me?”

“Thank you for your teachings, immortal elder.”

Since then, Sun Changsheng no longer resisted the Buddhist scriptures, curbing the irritability at the bottom of his heart, and sought to comprehend the Buddhist principles within.

In the mountains, there are no days or months.

In the blink of an eye, ten years had passed.

The scriptures recited by Zhou Yi were randomly selected from the Daoist canon, including both Buddhist and Daoist texts, as well as various other methods, incantations, Sword Cultivator and Body Cultivation techniques, Fu Arrays, and so on.

Sun Changsheng refused nothing, listening to scriptures in the morning and contemplating them at night.

Before he knew it, he reached the pinnacle of Foundation Establishment and, without taking any Spiritual Objects or elixirs, allowed the Heavenly Tribulation to strike him, easily condensing the Golden Core.

A Golden Core Demon King could guard a territory in the Dongsheng Divine Continent, considered a cultivator on the path to immortality.

But Sun Changsheng was indifferent to this; compared to eternal life, a Golden Core had not even crossed the threshold.

Another twenty years passed.

Sun Changsheng listened to a volume of Heaven-Mending Secrets, and while cultivating, felt his Innate talents could be further elevated.

Innate talent was not the limit. Once fully manifested, it was possible to forge the foundation for immortality.

Fifty years passed.

Sun Changsheng survived the forty-nine Heavenly Tribulations and his Golden Core transformed into a Nascent Soul, emerging as a Pure Yang Spirit Baby. With enough accumulated mana, he could become a Primordial Spirit, saving himself countless years of effort compared to an ordinary cultivator.

Having achieved Nascent Soul, Sun Changsheng used his Escape Skill, covering a hundred miles in an instant, fast as streaming light.

“Back when I sought immortality, tens of thousands of miles seemed like an impregnable barrier. Now that I've achieved the Dao, it's nothing more than a few days' effort!”

A hundred years had passed.

Sun Changsheng had cultivated his Primordial Spirit, becoming adept in all kinds of Magic Divine Abilities.

That day.

At dusk.

Sun Changsheng was using spells to irrigate the spiritual fields, preparing to return to his hall for cultivation, when he suddenly heard Zhou Yi's divine transmission.

As the Escape Light flickered, he appeared in the main hall.

By this time, Sun Changsheng was able to see Zhou Yi's level of cultivation clearly: an unremarkable Nascent Soul Daoist. However, he did not believe what his Divine Sense told him; such a person, so thoroughly versed in both Buddhist and Taoist teachings, could be considered a True Immortal.

Perhaps this was truly a manifestation of a Superior Immortal from the higher realms, a split embodiment that had fallen into the mundane world.

“I pay respect to the Immortal Master. What is your summon for?”

Zhou Yi looked Sun Changsheng over for a long while. Even with his state of mind as tranquil as a celestial's, he couldn't help but feel a twinge of envy. The Primordial Spirit that most cultivators could only dream of was as simple as eating and drinking for Sun Changsheng.

In time, he was sure to reach the Reversion to Void.

After a moment's reflection, he said, “All feasts must come to an end. In a few days, I will depart from this realm, and you shall leave on your own.”

Sun Changsheng kneeled with a thud, repeatedly kowtowing and beseeching, “Immortal Master, please do not cast aside your disciple. Your disciple is willing to burn incense and hold the sword, to sweep and tend the garden, not minding the toil, only wishing to serve by your side forever.”

Zhou Yi asked, “Have you forgotten your original intention to seek immortality?”

Sun Changsheng suddenly realized that the 48,000 of his kind on Monkey Mountain were waiting for him to return and impart the secrets of immortality.

With this thought, tears filled his eyes, and he bowed deeply with three kowtows and nine prostrations.

“After your disciple returns, he will definitely sculpt an image of the Immortal Master, offering incense morning and evening, hoping the Immortal Master ascends to the higher realm and enjoys everlasting life!”

Zhou Yi waved his hand dismissively, “Go now, just go.”

Sun Changsheng prostrated with every step, reaching the outside of the hall, about to ascend on a cloud, when he then heard Zhou Yi's voice again.

“Come back for a moment.”

Filled with joy, Sun Changsheng swiftly returned to the hall, saying, “Has the Immortal Master changed his mind? Your disciple will pass on the Immortal Law to his kin and then return to serve you, until the end of time!”

Zhou Yi shook his head slightly and said, “I'm only reminding you, after you go back, you must be cautious and careful not to fall into the hands of the Heavenly Court.”

Sun Changsheng's face fell, and he bowed deeply, “Your disciple will remember.”

Zhou Yi continued, “And don't spread my reputation. Just say you unexpectedly received the inheritance of an ancient sage. If trouble arises, do not implicate this humble Daoist.”

Sun Changsheng promised, “Even if your disciple's soul flies away and his spirit scatters, he will not disclose the Immortal Master.”

Zhou Yi produced a jade slip from his sleeve and waved it into Sun Changsheng's hand.

“You have cultivated many profound Escape Techniques, and your skill in evasion is unmatched. If you act cautiously and discreetly, you will not attract enemies easily. However, one must remain vigilant against natural and man-made disasters. You must understand the divination arts to foresee and avoid them for a long life!”

“With this volume of Intercepting Heaven's Techniques blending with your cultivation, you can attract good fortune and avert calamity to avoid falling into schemes.”

As Sun Ping'an's Divine Sense swept through it, he felt the magic was exquisitely extraordinary, surpassing even the Buddhist reincarnation scriptures, and not a whit inferior to the secrets of celestial repairs. He gave his heartfelt thanks with a kowtow.

“I thank the Immortal Master for bestowing this magic.”

After speaking, he exited the palace and transformed into an Escape Light that vanished into the boundless sky.

Within the hall.

Zhou Yi called the Spirit Ginseng child over and instructed him to pack up their belongings, preparing to cultivate in a different place.

“The lifespan of immortals from the Three Teachings is coming to an end, and within a hundred years, an inevitable ascension will occur, allowing me to return to Dongsheng Divine Continent. As long as I don't encounter a newly ascended celestial face-to-face, other cultivators won't see through my magic!”

But regarding Sun Changsheng.

His Escape Techniques were extremely exquisite, covering thousands of miles in an instant; he returned to Monkey Mountain in just an hour.

From afar, he heard the chattering noise; the sorrow from parting had dissipated greatly, and he let out a resounding cry towards Monkey Mountain.

“My subjects, your king has returned!”

Chatter, chatter, chatter!

The noise startled a barrage of monkey cries. Looking in the direction of the sound,

One could only see a Taoist with a furry face and thunder-god's mouth standing on a cloud, scratching his ears and cheeks, looking exactly like a monkey.

Sun Changsheng landed on the mountain peak, only to see a wide expanse of monkeys all around, watching him from a distance but not daring to approach as he walked towards the temple he remembered.

Hundreds of years had passed, and the winds and sun had aged the stone temple, giving it an ancient and worn appearance.

The wooden door had already rotted, and with a light push, it crumbled to dust. Sun Changsheng saw rows of reddish stone monkeys.

Due to a long period of neglect, the stone monkeys were tilted and toppled in disarray.

“Could it be that…”

Sun Changsheng's expression changed slightly, his Divine Sense sweeping across a thousand li, but no longer finding any of his former subjects.

Instead, he found many stone monkeys scattered around the mountain, likely the result of some playful monkey taking the temple's stone monkeys out, growing tired and carelessly discarding them.

With his mana, he gathered all the stone monkeys from various places, and after counting, exactly 48,000 were present.

“Typical monkeys die and turn to dust and bone. Since these have become stone monkeys and remained unchanged under the sun and wind for centuries, there must surely be a way for the dead to revive…”

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