Cultivation Method Consultant

Hu Mang then noticed that the phantoms of Buddhas and Bodhisattvas on those lotus platforms were solemn and dignified, with flowing robes and lifelike expressions of compassion and majesty, as if they were about to speak at any moment; but upon closer inspection, they were not preaching or expounding any scriptures. The Buddha was there, but there was no scripture to preach.

There is Buddhism, but no scriptures.

The monks sitting cross-legged among the stone pillars, in robes ranging from gray to purple, chanting in hushed tones and loud chanting, created a lively and bustling atmosphere. However, upon closer listening, one would discover that their figures were all illusory.

There is Dharma but no Sangha.

Although the air was filled with the rich scents of sandalwood and lotus, the Buddha's light was warm and bright, and the chanting of sutras echoed endlessly in the space, everything seemed so peaceful and serene.

But Hu Mang felt that this tranquility was designed, forcibly created by those golden lights and pleasant sounds; it lacked the true Zen that comes from inner enlightenment and contemplation.

Thoughts without Zen

Although Hu Mang himself was a fake monk, there is no doubt that this lower-level Buddhist kingdom was even more fake.

"Understood."

Hu Mang walked directly to the main Buddha's throne and sat down. The "Vajra Bodhicitta" transformed into a great bell, which rang out in the air. At the same time, he began to chant the "Yugi Sutra" to eliminate disasters, remove sins, fulfill wishes, subdue evil, summon, and cultivate love. In an instant, the Buddha's light shone brightly, and the entire Buddhist kingdom seemed to come alive.

The golden dots that were originally suspended in the air began to pulsate violently, the lotus platforms that were originally rotating slowly began to tremble slightly, and the chanting of the monks that were originally just mechanically chanting scriptures paused for the first time.

As the scripture progressed, the golden characters became more numerous and denser, like a golden rain of characters spreading outwards from the throne.

Suddenly, the Buddha's light shone brightly.

Seeing this, Sister Yu and Huang Liang breathed a sigh of relief.

Huang Liang, the gruff-voiced cross-dresser, exclaimed, "As expected of a big shot, he activated the cultivation program right away. I thought it would be very troublesome."

"Otherwise, I wouldn't have gone to such lengths to please them," Sister Yu said with considerable pride.

The Yugi Sutra is not a pure Lust Abstinence scripture; a considerable portion of its content discusses the evolution of Tantric Buddhism. What Hu Mang wants to do is to extract this part of the content and imprint it on the "lower Buddhist kingdom."

That is, the part that transforms the inherent innate obscurations (greed, lust, sensual desire, attachment) into Vajrasattva (Wisdom King Aizen).

However, it was clear that although the two people present could not understand Buddhist scriptures, they were quite knowledgeable about the evolution of Tantric Buddhism, to the point that they gradually became envious.

"This seems to be some kind of encryption Cultivation Method."

"Cultivation Method can be encrypted too? That's great. This way, we don't have to worry about someone stealing the underlying code."

"This encryption method seems quite advanced. Do you think it could be used on the hardware firewall of our main business?"

Huang Liang stroked his chin thoughtfully and said, "I don't know, let's give it a try."

"Headquarters keeps saying we're wasting manpower and resources. If we can get this done, it'll shut them up."

"Okay, I'll try it later."

As the Hu Mang performed the "transformation of the obstacle," the entire Buddhist kingdom seemed to come alive; the chanting that was originally just background decoration began to have rhythm and emotion, the lotus platforms that were originally inanimate objects began to have vitality, and the empty phantoms of Buddhas and Bodhisattvas seemed to have a faint glimmer of light in their eyes.

Behind the Hu Mang, the three-headed, six-armed Wisdom King Aizen once again appeared.

As the Buddha's light shone brightly, the eyes of the three heads of the Wisdom King opened one after another, a sign of progress in the Dharma.

"Where does this obstacle come from? It comes from the inherent obstacles of all sentient beings, from beginningless and unawakened time. It is an inherent, innate obstacle, an obstacle born of the self, without beginning or end, an inherent, co-existing wheel."

As this Buddhist teaching was delivered, Huang Liang's body trembled violently, and tears welled up in his eyes.

"What's wrong with you?" Sister Yu asked in surprise.

Huang Liang's mind flashed back to the past, to the idea he had since his teenage years. He thought women's clothing was beautiful and he wanted to wear it. That idea had been there when he first saw a girl wearing a dress on the street. He was only thirteen years old then and didn't understand what gender or social norms meant. He only knew that the white dress looked beautiful in the sunlight and he wanted to try it on himself.

But he didn't wear it because he was told it was "abnormal," something only "perverts" would do.

He suppressed that thought, burying it deep in his heart, wrapping it up with layers of "normality," pretending it didn't exist. He studied hard, worked hard, and tried to become a "normal" person, even choosing a profession that didn't require much social interaction.

Even now, having embarked on the path of cross-dressing, this sense of guilt still occasionally arises in his heart; now, he finally understands.

"The inherently arising obscuration, the self-generated obscuration, without beginning or end, is the fundamental wheel of existence."

Huang Liang sat cross-legged on the ground, revealing his white underwear. However, the next moment, a halo of light appeared on his back, and he broke through from the Mid Golden Core to the Golden Core Late Stage.

Sister Yu was exhausted from looking at it.

Is this even possible?

Isn't this Cultivation Method Lust Abstinence pornography? What have you abstained from?

However, Sister Yu quickly noticed something was wrong. Her gaze fell on the middle face of the King of Love and Desire, which now displayed a strange smile.

That smile was completely out of place with the solemn aura of the entire statue of the Wisdom King; it was more like something else residing inside the statue was peering out through the mask of that face.

Meanwhile, Hu Mang's Divine Sense message also came through.

"I apologize, but I took a slight detour when creating this Cultivation Method, and it was tainted with some evil Buddhist power. I'll suppress the evil Buddhist power first before continuing."

"No need, just continue. Every program has its limits, otherwise why would I be here? I'm here to ensure security."

Sister Yu's figure vanished instantly, and when she reappeared, she was behind Wisdom King Aizen. With a forceful slap of her palm, a blood-red Buddhist light was unleashed, transforming in mid-air into a bizarre, evil Buddha with a huge head and withered, emaciated limbs. The evil Buddha's eyes greedily gazed at the Buddhist kingdom beneath its feet, seemingly wanting to fall into it and become the central Buddha.

Sister Yu crossed her arms and sized up the other person, calmly saying, "Although I don't know what type of Outer Demon you are, I don't have time to test your specific parameters right now. You might as well die."

The next moment, Sister Yu snapped her fingers.

Countless fine, data-stream-like blue rays began to emerge, spilling from between her fingers and rapidly weaving into a vast data network that covered the entire sky of the Buddhist kingdom.

Each node in that network is a string of pulsating talismans and code, and each connection line is a flowing stream of spiritual energy; those talismans and code shuttle, exchange, and perform calculations between nodes at a speed imperceptible to the naked eye, emitting a low humming sound, like the running of a server room cooling fan.

The next moment, this "firewall data" surged towards the remains of the evil Buddha.

Countless fine cracks appeared on the surface of the Buddha's body. Its mouth opened as if to scream, but no sound came out, because its throat and vocal cords collapsed at the same moment.

Its body was like a building that had been blown up, collapsing, shattering, and annihilating layer by layer from the inside out, eventually turning into a fine, ash-like black powder that drifted away in the Buddha's light.

Before this evil Buddha could even unleash its unique Nanyang sorcery, it was washed away and reduced to ashes.

A gust of wind, seemingly from nowhere, blew it away, and it vanished without a trace, as if it had never existed.

"Done."

Sister Yu said calmly.

We built a data processing center specifically for this purpose.

Even a medium-sized data processing center has computing power comparable to that of Nascent Soul Middle Stage.

Another day and night passed, Hu Mang suddenly stood up from the main Buddha's throne, stretching his somewhat stiff shoulders and neck; the three-headed, six-armed Wisdom King Aizen -ō phantom behind him had completely stabilized after all three heads opened their eyes, and no longer needed him to continuously input Buddhist power to maintain it.

After he stepped down from the altar, the three-headed, six-armed Wisdom King Aizen remained standing on the lotus platform, its three faces—greed, anger, and ignorance—facing the four directions, like three menacing Lust Abstinence watching over the leaders of the "NoFap" forum.

"Alright, I'm all set. Now it's up to you guys. Hey, you broke through?"

Hu Mang looked at Huang Liang, who had changed into men's clothing at some point, with surprise.

"Yes, thank you for your guidance, fellow Daoist," Huang Liang said very solemnly.

"So you're not planning to be a cross-dressing man anymore?" Hu Mang asked.

"Of course not, it's just that I won't have any inner demons anymore when I wear women's clothes, and I have a new dream now," Huang Liang said with a solemn expression.

What dream?

"I want to form my Nascent Soul! I want to become the first cultivator in history to dress my Nascent Soul in women's clothing!"

"..."

"Don't pay attention to him, he's gone crazy now," Sister Yu complained, then smiled and stretched out her hand.

"Master Hu, thank you very much. However, I will need your help with future software maintenance and version updates."

"Of course."

"Okay, let's chat again after we log off."

"OK."

Soon, in the Mystic Shield Sect's first-floor lounge, Hu Mang signed a contract for a 10% stake in the "Lust Abstinence Software Project." According to general industry practice, even the most top-tier Cultivation Method masters would not hold more than 5% of the shares. However, because this project was very special—basically, it couldn't function without Hu Mang— Sister Yu generously gave him 10%.

Hu Mang naturally had no objections. He was essentially just a Cultivation Method consultant, and the Cultivation Method he obtained was also obtained for free from the Azure Mysterious Realm. He wasn't even a full-time employee; he only needed to come once every two or three months to receive 10% equity in the project plus dividends. So what objections could he possibly have?

After signing the contract, Hu Mang truly became the consultant for the Cultivation Method; at least he wouldn't be stopped by security guards when entering.