Supreme Emptiness

Ancient scripture?

Jiang Fan rubbed his chin.

He remembered the black Buddha scripture he found at the burial site of an alien tribe.

Could it be what the White Horse Temple is searching for?

"What? Do you have a clue?"

You Yunzi asked in surprise, seeing Jiang Fan lost in thought.

Jiang Fan shook his head and said, "No."

"I'm just curious, what kind of ancient scripture is worth the search by the White Horse Temple."

"They are a true great sect with a Bodhisattva overseeing."

"How could they lack scriptures? And why would they come to the Heavenly Mechanism Pavilion to search?"

You Yunzi had no doubts.

After all, Jiang Fan was just a newcomer.

How could he, on the first day underground, find what the White Horse Temple hadn't in centuries?

That would be too heaven-defying.

He stroked his beard and said, "It's the Bodhisattvas of past dynasties looking for scriptures."

Ah?

The Bodhisattvas of Buddhism are equivalent to the Divinity Transformation Realm of magic cultivation.

And it's not just the current Bodhisattva searching.

It's been generations looking!

The scripture must be extremely powerful.

Buzz buzz buzz —

The space transmission array suddenly trembled.

An invisible force of space pushed the people off the transmission array.

You Yunzi's eyes flashed as he said, "The people from the White Horse Temple are out."

Jiang Fan didn't think twice.

He directly used his movement technique to leave the Transmission Hall, mingling into the crowd gathered outside.

After nearly being converted by the Sanskrit sound.

He wanted to stay as far away from those monks as possible.

You Yunzi gazed at the transmission array.

Suddenly sensing a trace of sinister Yin Qi, he whispered urgently, "Get out!"

"These monks caught another hell creature!"

Everyone was frightened and fled the hall.

You Yunzi didn't dare to linger either and vanished swiftly.

Rumble ——

The Transmission Hall immediately experienced a violent tremor as if mountains were collapsing.

A terrifying massive creature, a hundred feet in size, smashed the roof of the Transmission Hall right off.

Its two ferocious heads butted sideways, causing the walls of the adjacent halls to collapse.

The surging Yin Qi forced the disciples gathered around to retreat continuously.

However.

Before it could charge out and cause chaos.

The Dharma Seal Vajra, along with the monks, stood upon a lotus throne, suppressing the back of the double-headed hellhound.

Visible golden Sanskrit scriptures formed chains, binding it tightly.

Its body emitted a large amount of Yin Qi, causing the hell two-headed dog to howl in pain.

But it was unable to break free.

The Heavenly Mechanism Pavilion Master hovered in mid-air, frowning:

"Do you have to make such a ruckus every time you come?"

The Dharma Seal Vajra, with red lips and white teeth, clasped his hands and bowed gently:

"I apologize for disturbing your pavilion."

"This is the Asura Karmic Fire discovered on the tenth level."

"As compensation."

He produced a mass of blood-red flame wrapped in Buddha's light.

It was only the size of a candle flame.

It seemed like a gust of wind could extinguish it.

But the moment it was taken out.

Even through the Dharma Seal Vajra's Buddha light, it radiated an intense heat that made the air scorching.

Jiang Fan was slightly amazed.

This Karmic Fire could compare to the mysterious Black Flame of the vice pavilion mistress of the Jiangshan First-class Building, right?

The Heavenly Mechanism Pavilion Master revealed a satisfied expression: "Master of Dharma Seal, you are too kind."

He raised his hand to receive the Asura Karmic Fire.

Then he retrieved the Spiritual Golden Buddha temporarily lent to the Dharma Seal Vajra and tossed it over.

"Master of Dharma Seal, have you found what you were looking for?"

The Dharma Seal Vajra retrieved the Golden Buddha, shook his head slightly, with a calmness in his eyes:

"Buddha's fate is shallow; I could not find that ancient scripture."

Then.

His serene eyes scanned the surroundings, saying, "Dear benefactors."

"Has anyone ever discovered a black ancient scripture?"

Everyone showed little expression, quietly whispering to each other.

Jiang Fan also feigned indifference, asking nearby people what the black ancient scripture was.

Little did others know.

His heart was pounding wildly.

The White Horse Temple was indeed searching for that black Buddha scripture!

The Dharma Seal Vajra scanned the people.

His gaze lingered briefly on Jiang Fan, seeing him inquiring with others in bewilderment, before moving on.

With no response from the crowd.

He could only sigh slightly.

And said, "If anyone discovers that ancient scripture in the future."

"You may come to the White Horse Temple to find this humble monk."

"I promise to recommend you to any great sect and ensure a breakthrough to the Nascent Soul Realm within ten years."

"This promise remains valid."

Everyone present was tempted.

Including Jiang Fan.

A promise from the Dharma Seal Vajra is surely genuine.

Achieving Nascent Soul within ten years, given the strength of the White Horse Temple, is within their capability.

The Perfect Ninth-level Core Formation Realm is almost the endpoint for nearly all martial artists.

Moving one step forward is an insurmountable barrier.

Unless one has tremendous opportunity, great fortune, it cannot be crossed.

And right now, such an opportunity lies before them.

Who wouldn't be tempted?

But Jiang Fan understood that if he dared to bring it out, he would surely be forcibly converted to Buddhism.

Moreover.

The value of the black Buddha scripture that could lead the Dharma Seal Vajra to offer such terms should far exceed achieving the Nascent Soul Realm.

He wouldn't make a losing deal.

The Heavenly Mechanism Pavilion Master was slightly surprised.

"It seems the White Horse Temple is getting anxious about this black Buddha scripture."

The monks of the White Horse Temple who had visited in past generations had always tried to mobilize the Heavenly Mechanism Pavilion Disciples to search.

They had even offered generous conditions.

But this level of promise for a ten-year Nascent Soul achievement reward is unprecedented.

Even for a massive force like the White Horse Temple,

to cultivate a Nascent Soul Realm practitioner is a demanding task.

In recent decades, the visits from White Horse Temple have become more frequent.

The Heavenly Mechanism Pavilion Master vaguely guessed at something.

Of course, he wouldn't divulge it.

He said, "Master of Dharma Seal, I will also instruct my disciples to keep an eye out for you."

The Dharma Seal Vajra nodded in gratitude: "Thank you, Pavilion Master."

"Then I shall not disturb you anymore."

"Farewell."

The lotus throne rose, taking the double-headed hellhound into the sky.

As they were leaving the vicinity of the Heavenly Mechanism Pavilion.

The Dharma Seal Vajra suddenly looked down at Jiang Fan in the crowd, chuckled, and said, "Master Jiang."

"The doors of our White Horse Temple are always open for you."

"You're welcome to visit Taicang State and find this humble monk anytime."

Jiang Fan's face darkened: "Thank you for your concern, Master."

"But please keep the door shut tight."

"Don't leave it ajar."

"Thank you."

The Dharma Seal Vajra laughed freely, stepping on the lotus throne as he departed.

He left gracefully.

But his words left the old disciples who were unaware of the situation disturbed.

"What?"

"This person is on the Dharma Seal Vajra's conversion list?"

"Who is it?"

"Which one is this Master Jiang?"

Swoosh swoosh swoosh ——

Soon.

The area around Jiang Fan cleared out.

The old disciples, like men who hadn't seen women in years, suddenly encountering a beautiful maiden.

All their eyes shone eagerly.

Jiang Fan was annoyed.

This bald monk!

Even after leaving, he ignites a fire for Jiang Fan.

Of course, Jiang Fan wasn't backing down either.

The bald monk, the Dharma Seal, would never ever get that black Buddha scripture!

"What qualifies you to be on the list?"

"Show us."

A commanding voice came from the back of the crowd.

The disciples made way.

Seven men and women dressed in red garment approached.

Regardless of gender, they all wore uniform bright red robes.

The women appeared glamorous and charming, like blooming peonies.

The men were bold and imposing, exuding a commanding aura.

At the forefront was a middle-aged disciple with a square face, towering stature, and tiger-like strides.

His eyes possessed a captivating power.

This person was so domineering.

Even the numerous old disciples were wary of him.

Jiang Fan roughly guessed who he was.