Peerless Taoist

The Buddha statue was wearing a loose monk robe, with long ears and thick eyebrows. His appearance was rough, and his angry eyes were wide open.    

Similarly, a violent aura erupted from Lu Yu's body. Amidst this violent aura, a vast dragon roar spread throughout the nine heavens.    

At this moment, Lu Yu's heart seemed to float beyond the clouds. All of his fear and cowardice were dug out from the depths of his heart, and they began to erupt in Lu Yu's heart.    

However, Lu Yu's mind was firm in the end. His eyes were only dazed for a moment, but they quickly returned to their firm state.    

No one could affect his will.    

Even if he was in this illusion, even if his soul's power was restrained.    

This was the so-called indomitable will.    

In an instant, the sound of a dragon's roar exploded in Lu Yu's mind. These sounds were ancient and profound, as if an old dragon was secretly whispering into Lu Yu's ears, reciting an ancient and profound Buddhist scripture.    

Lu Yu's expression was a little ugly. He could clearly sense that these dragon sounds were carved into his soul.    

Every time a scripture fell, a dazzling Sanskrit would be left behind in his soul. The power of the scripture could reach the heavens, enveloping his soul and strengthening his soul.    

"This Arhat's will is called Subjugation." Lu Yu endured the pain from the depths of his soul as he slowly recited the ancient scriptures. He did not know what realm he was in.    

His soul flickered with a boundless light. The fine Buddhist scriptures were like a kasaya that slowly draped over Lu Yu's body.    

After an unknown period of time, Lu Yu suddenly took a deep breath. His eyes flashed with an even brighter light.    

Lu Yu opened his mouth to speak. Every syllable was like the roar of a dragon, spreading in all directions. It emitted a loud and solemn aura.    

If one were to look at it now, Lu Yu's soul aura was actually becoming stronger under the suppression of the illusion.    

He was looking straight at the Arhat.    

In the ancient Buddhist sect, the position of an arhat was already considered to have stepped into the gate of the Earth Realm.    

In the ancient times, they left behind a magnificent chapter. However, with the passage of time, no one could remember their names, and no one had ever remembered the glorious and magnificent past.    

Until Lu Yu's aura was completely on par with the Arhat's, the Arhat on the dragon's back finally put his palms together and bowed to Lu Yu.    

At this moment, Lu Yu seemed to have a kind of illusion. The expert of Buddhism in front of him did not die, but was still alive in this world.    

"Thank you, Fellow Daoist." Lu Yu also returned the bow.    

As Lu Yu's voice faded, the golden dragon floating in the air dissipated. The Arhat, who had unimaginable magical power, seemed to have never existed from the beginning until the end, and disappeared.    

"Continue..."    

Lu Yu's gaze was resolute. He was already a little tired, but he refused to relax.    

He had a feeling that this enlightenment was not easy to come by. If he were to break through it easily, it would be a great loss for him.    

The long carpet, the eighteen arhats, each with their own merits, each with their own divine abilities.    

Lu Yu walked over step by step, comprehending their lifetime of research, their will, their memories.    

There was no words, no communication, just like a scholar reading an ancient book. Although they were in different time and space with the author, they could see the words as if they were on the paper.    

After the last arhat sat down with his hands clasped together, he bowed to the opposite arhat. The illusionary realm in front of him shattered with a bang, as if it was a reflection of the moon.    

The rain outside was still falling. The broken temple was already enveloped in darkness. One could faintly hear the sound of thunder, appearing from the sky.    

It was already late at night.    

Lu Yu did not fall asleep. He once again grasped the power of the soul. With just a thought, all the fatigue dissipated.    

At this moment, he was immersed in the enlightenment just now, and did not come back to his senses for a long time.    

The eighteen arhats, each with their own cultivation methods, their appearances, their Cultivation Methods, their cultivation levels... Everything fell into Lu Yu's eyes.    

Lu Yu merged all the Cultivation Methods of the experts and stepped into his own memories.    

These eighteen Arhats were the eighteen inheritances.    

One could imagine that if someone were to casually obtain the inheritance of any of these experts, it would be considered a heaven-shocking creation. From then on, they would be able to soar into the sky and become the pinnacle of this region.    

Lu Yu did not completely accept their inheritance. Instead, he understood and digested it, eventually forming his own Dao.    

"Heavenly Dao, Heavenly Dao, when can I truly control the Heavenly Dao? Then I can become a Heavenly Realm."    

Lu Yu sank deeply into it, as if he was an ancient Qi Practitioner who was bitterly searching for the Great Dao that he sought.    

Time passed like a flash of white light. No one knew how long Lu Yu had sat in this broken house. When he completely understood the inheritance of the eighteen Arhats, he closed his eyes and took a deep breath.    

"This is not a Buddha..." Lu Yu muttered to himself.    

Countless Buddhist techniques, Buddhist scriptures, and the inheritance of the eighteen Arhats were integrated into Lu Yu's mind.    

However, Lu Yu knew that they were not real Buddhas.    

They were either extremely powerful, extremely intelligent, friendly to others, or carefree...    

One after another, they floated in front of him. All of them had different emotions, but they were all lacking in artistic conception.    

Lu Yu understood that he still had not been able to comprehend the true essence of the Buddha.    

It was extremely difficult to reach that enlightenment. It was not something that could be achieved by accumulating magical power. It usually required an opportunity, like a flower blooming after a rain, and it would instantly reveal a rare elegance in the world.    

The faint light penetrated through the window, and the rain was still pouring down. Amidst the rain, the sound of hurried footsteps could be heard.    

Immediately after, a child, who was still childish, poked his eyes out of the window and suddenly saw Lu Yu looking at him. He suddenly let out a cry of "mommy!"    

"Come in," Lu Yu said.    

The door was pushed open, and the boy, Chen An, looked at Lu Yu with vigilance. He said with an experienced tone, "I don't know how you managed to convince the old man to let you stay here for the night. But be careful, the old man's head is not clear, and I am not that easy to fool. If I find out that you have bad intentions, I will smash your head with a brick!"    

Lu Yu smiled faintly. "What do you have that makes you want to harm me?"    

"I, I..." Chen An was about to retort, but he realized that he could not say anything.    

The dilapidated old temple hid a barren mountain. Even the people in the nearby villages were unwilling to pay attention to this place. They really did not have anything worthy of others' attention.    

After thinking for a long time, Chen An scratched his head. He really could not think of a way to refute Lu Yu. He just happened to snort and said, "We are cooking. The old man said that it was your turn to eat. Come and eat."    

After saying that, Chen An ran back to the hall without turning his head around.    

Lu Yu shook his head and smiled bitterly. He slowly stood up and walked out of the door.    

The cold wind mixed with fine raindrops suddenly blew onto Lu Yu's body, causing him to feel refreshed.    

A drop of rain landed on Lu Yu's face. Lu Yu suddenly frowned and looked up at the sky.    

"This rain..."    

The sky was as black as ink. The weak sunlight was unable to penetrate the thick clouds and shine onto the earth.    

The torrential rain poured down like a downpour. This weather, which was like a natural disaster in the mortal world, made Lu Yu's heart palpitate.    

In the darkness of the sky, it was as if something was approaching.