Starting Cultivation During a Trip-Chapter 305 - 171: Daluo Treasure Hall, Thirteen Zodiacs! Three Corpses Daoist Monarch

Immortals and Buddhas all relish incense offerings.

Why is that?

Because within the incense lies an incredible power, a power that originates from human thoughts.

The multitude reveres gods and worships Buddhas, offering incense that carries their thoughts: perhaps sincerity, perhaps wishes, perhaps reverence, perhaps fear... various thoughts are born, merging into the incense, becoming nourishment for the Immortals and Buddhas.

Hence, thought is one of the most incredible powers in this world.

If a person clings to a certain thought, such as becoming wealthy, gaining promotion, or achieving fame, and holds firm belief and naturally works hard, success often follows.

This is what is called "thought becomes reality."

However, some people, with unsteady will, who give up halfway, develop doubts about themselves, become confused about the outcomes, this is having an undecided mind, and naturally, their thoughts won't come to fruition.

Therefore, actually, mortals in this worldly red dust can follow their hearts, the key lies in the phrase "follow your heart," but this requires continuous training, as thoughts cannot tolerate the least impurity, any hesitation born from setbacks and counteractions can give rise to new thoughts, thereby causing the power of the initial thought to dissipate, preventing thoughts from becoming reality!!

For instance, if you believe you will become wealthy, then you certainly will, but if, after just three or five days, you still find yourself short on funds, and begin to doubt "Will I become wealthy?" the moment such new thoughts emerge, the initial thought can no longer come to fruition!

For cultivators, thoughts are like floods and beasts, when thoughts are chaotic, Consciousness burns brightly, and Primordial Spirit sinks into silence, obliterating earthly ties and making cultivation unattainable.

It's said, when no thought arises, all worldly desires are extinguished, when thoughts are numerous, barriers fall away.

It is precisely because within thoughts lies incredible power, they can bring great success or great defeat, creation and mystery, fascinating beyond words, born in flames of freedom, rising with the clouds...

That is incense!!!

The incense feasted upon by gods and Buddhas!

So seeking gods, is seeking oneself!

"Incense... I've heard Elders mention, that gods and Buddhas feast on it eternally, and with cultivation, it accumulates to longevity..."

Liu Xingtui muttered softly, even as a cultivator, incense to them remains elusive and myth-like, akin to the so-called immortals. 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝒆𝔀𝒆𝙗𝓷𝒐𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝓶

He never imagined such a thing from legend could ever concretely appear before him.

"The Three Corpses Daoist truly deserves to be the Three Corpses Daoist, such a massive..."

Zhang Fan's eyes lit up; one has to admit, this Imprisoned Immortal Temple is filled with treasures, apart from the Zhang Beijiang just obtained, there is even incense.

He had seen records in the Dao Secret Record that described incense as elusive, even the Ten Great Daoist Mountains rarely gathered techniques for incense; they can revere gods and worship Buddhas, but no matter how flourished the incense is, they have no means to employ its stealing methods.

The means of the Three Corpses Daoist truly reach the heavens, for he has materialized this power, stealing it from the secular red dust.

Legend has it that incense is almost omnipotent, surpassing any Great Medicine, extending life, cultivating Daoist Skills, even restoring Primordial Spirits is not beyond its reach.

Thinking of this, Zhang Fan couldn't help but recall his father's image.

The Great Spirit Sect King, perhaps the divine statue has a subtle similarity to the Three Corpses Daoist Monarch before him, similarly able to gather incense.

It seems that there is some kind of subtle connection between Zhang Lingzong and the Three Corpses Daoist!!

Clang... clang... clang...

Just then, within Zhang Fan's Primordial Spirit Inner Scenery, from the deepest dark recess, the heavy clanking of chains resounded once more, a gigantic shadow surged like a hidden beast in the ocean...

That mysterious voice emerged from within, low and hoarse, echoing in Zhang Fan's mind.

"We divided it... divided it..."