Yinshan Record

Chapter 181 The sky is shattered and the earth is shattered
The Ghost Ancestor of Beiman arrived as scheduled, but his attack was not directed at the Yin-Yang Dharma King. Instead, his sword energy swept across the sky, aiming at the Tathagata of Benevolence.

Wherever the Xuanming Sword Qi reached, ghosts wailed and gods howled. The Ghost Ancestor of Beimang made a fierce move, which even the Tathagata of Benevolence could not underestimate.

This old ghost, Su Che looked at the person in front of him and realized that he was the middle-aged scholar he had met outside Guo Bei County.

The unpredictable nature of the situation reminded Su Che of solving permutation and combination problems back in the day.

How did the Northern Mang Ghost Ancestor, who was eyeing the Yin-Yang Realm with covetous intent, suddenly become an ally of the Yin-Yang Dharma King?
The rapid changes in the situation gave Su Che the feeling that the flags on the city walls were changing hands frequently.

The sword light was fierce, carrying boundless resentment. Behind the Northern Mang Ghost Ancestor, four long white bone banners appeared, inscribed with the four characters "birth, old age, sickness, and death".

“Shande, you are no match for my Three Swords of Taiyu. Go and call Faming here, otherwise you will also die under my Four Absolute Banners. Your Buddhist sect talks about formation, existence, decay, and emptiness. Don’t let the Buddhahood you have worked so hard to attain turn into nothing.”

A golden bowl appeared in the hand of the Tathagata of Good Virtue. He chanted incantations, and the Buddha's light behind him shone like the sea, sealing away the sword energy of the Ghost Ancestor, which was accompanied by a ghostly howl.

The Hungry Ghost Realm has not yet been fully established, and it will still take time to completely replace the original laws of this Yin-Yang Realm. According to the rules of Xuandu Palace, the Tathagata of Good Virtue can only suppress his own cultivation and confront the Ghost Ancestor of Beimang.

He could sense that the eyes of the Earth Immortal of Xuandu Palace were fixed on this spot. Even if there was a tacit understanding between the two parties, if he crossed the line, Xuandu Palace would definitely punish him severely as a warning to others.

In contrast, the Northern Mang Ghost Ancestor seemed to have no worries at all. He used his fingers as swords and guided the Taiyu sword energy. Although the famous Taiyu Three Swords had not yet been fully unleashed, he was still attacking with every move, leaving the Good Virtue Tathagata with no choice but to parry.

not good.

Su Che suddenly realized something and whispered to Bai Hejiao beside him.

"Madam Bai, is there any way to send me and my men out of this Yin-Yang Realm?"

"You're rather slow to realize things." This time, it was the dragon girl Yunluo who replied: "Don't worry, you'll naturally have a chance to leave this Yin-Yang Realm later."

"Don't worry, Young Master Su, even if it costs me my life, I will protect you."

Bai Hejiao smiled slightly, her eyes revealing a myriad of charms as she stared at Su Che.

The feelings between them escalated so rapidly and intensely that Su Che suddenly remembered what he had done to wrong the little fox.

Oh right, I promised to reply to her using that "two hearts know each other" phrase, but then I got busy and forgot.

Su Che quickly grasped the ins and outs of the matter, as if reviewing a series of images on a fast track.

He had come to the Yin-Yang Realm to investigate the Golden Book Conference that day, and he met two people outside the shed in Guobei County.

One is the mysterious middle-aged scholar Kuyun Sou, and the other is the ghost messenger Taigong Chong who comes out to search for female entertainers.

These two people, one is the incarnation of the Ghost Ancestor of Beimang, and the other is the Grand Tutor of Northern Wei himself. Is it a coincidence that such a cunning old fox appeared in the same shed?
Absolutely not.

Therefore, it was not by chance that I "accidentally" traveled with these two top figures in this world, but rather that I "accidentally" stumbled into their meeting place where they were conspiring and discussing matters.

These two old ghosts had long ago reached a tacit understanding in the realm of Yin and Yang.

But now, one of them is about to throw a punch at the Yin-Yang Dharma King, while the other uses his ten-thousand-foot sword energy to block the Yin-Yang Dharma King's greatest opponent, the ancient Buddha from the Western Land.

Isn't it strange that these two opposing stances are so different?

Adding to the mystery of Bai Hejiao beside him, Su Che absolutely did not believe it was because he was particularly charming. If he were truly charming, his predecessor would not have gone so far as to sexually assault the wife of a Ministry of War official.

Wouldn't it be better to be a witch and demon hunter, eliminating evil spirits and protecting the righteous every day, and persuading people to reform themselves?

The Su Nu Cult and the Qiantang Dragon Clan—are there still secrets hidden within them?

So something else is bound to happen next.

"Why is the Ghost Ancestor pressing us so hard? Is the Ghost Ancestor waiting for the fellow Daoists of Xuandu Palace to make a move?"

The Tathagata of Benevolence raised his golden alms bowl, absorbing all the surging sword energy of the Northern Mang Ghost Ancestor. Under his nurturing light, the hungry ghosts in the Yin-Yang realm gradually took shape, and the chanting in the sky became increasingly clear.

"Namo Buddha. Does the Dharma King know of the Ghost Ancestor's cunning and manipulative methods?"

With a single chant of the Buddha's name, the sixteen-foot-tall golden body of the Tathagata Faming manifested. He held a white jade vase in his hand, and a Mani jewel was atop his ushnisha (cranial protuberance).

Two of the three ancient Buddhas who suppressed the hungry ghost realm appeared, and the entire Yin-Yang realm seemed to be connected with the hungry ghost realm in an instant. With the body of Monk Mulian as the anchor, countless hungry ghosts surged in through this passage.

With each surge of hungry ghosts, the chanting in the realm between Yin and Yang intensified. They ran like wild beasts, devouring any inhabitants of the realm without asking where they came from, treating them as their own food.

The Yin-Yang realm had now become a battlefield. Linghu Gong, the Mighty Ghost King, and Lü Zhengmao, along with Sikong Tu who was nowhere to be seen, were all leading their subordinates in a fierce battle against the surging hungry ghosts.

“Ghost Ancestor, the conversion of the Yin-Yang realm to Buddhism is a foregone conclusion, why bother to struggle on?”

When Dharmakirti appeared, his light merged with that of Good Virtue Tathagata, pointing directly into the depths of the main hall.

Amidst this vast Buddhist light, the Yin-Yang Dharma King encouraged himself to maintain a clear mind.

The Yin-Yang Dharma King knew these bald monks well. If Buddhism only sought the Yin-Yang Realm, that would be fine. But if they set their sights on the Six Heavens Yin Instrument and the remains of their fellow Daoists from back then...

They must know.

Whatever.

A grand plan spanning millennia, a tragic tale of laughter and tears—in the end, it all came to nothing.

It was time to see his former master again. Yin Yang Dharma King sighed inwardly. But how should he answer that person from back then when he met those bright eyes again?
Did I fulfill my mission? Perhaps all I can say is a sense of shame.

With a long roar, the Yin-Yang Dharma King unleashed a burst of flames from his Azure Yuan Umbrella, a testament to his accumulated magical power, his understanding of the laws of heaven and earth, and his mastery of the Yin-Yang realm.

At this moment, he still seemed to be the supreme Dharma King who ruled the Yin and Yang realms, whose prestige could not be shaken even by the two ancient Buddhas.

"When I left, the willows were swaying. Now I return, the rain and snow are falling."

Perhaps it has reached its end.

"Good apprentice."

The Northern Mang Ghost Ancestor, who was wielding his sword to sever the clouds, inexplicably shouted out.

His right hand was loosely gripping what appeared to be a sword hilt, while his left hand formed a sword incantation. "This Taiyu Abi Sword, I will personally demonstrate it to you. Zuo Lengchan, watch carefully. When you travel the world in the future, do not disgrace the prestige of my Ghost Ancestor Palace."

The Ghost Ancestor of Beiman turned around and wielded his sword, unleashing layers of sword energy that pierced through the clouds.

"I have a sword that asks not for cause and effect, but only for annihilation. I request that the Tathagata Faming take a look."

The sword energy was dark and the sword intent was overwhelming. The Ghost Ancestor of Beiman slowly swung his sword. Although he had no sword in his hand, everyone felt the sharpness of his sword.

Unstoppable.

This was an extremely sorrowful sword strike, imbued with the pain of countless dead souls. It contained their regret, their sorrow, and their memories.

These are times that will never return.

This sword strike seemed to have reached the end of everything. Heaven and earth, the sun and moon, everything shattered like an illusion under this sword strike. The sword of the Northern Mang Ghost Ancestor had reached its end.

At the end of the Taiyu Abi Sword, there is only desolation.

However, the target of this sword was not Faming Tathagata; the spot where the sword light of Beimang Ghost Ancestor fell was precisely the Yin-Yang Dharma Realm itself.

Faming Tathagata raised his pure vase high, using his sixteen-foot golden body to block the Ghost Ancestor's sword. He actually used his Dharma body to directly withstand the Ghost Ancestor's sword strike at its most powerful point.

Layer by layer, it disintegrated.

Countless wounds appeared on the body of Dharmakirti Tathagata, and purple-gold blood plasma spread out, like a blood mist.

His eyes were vacant, yet unwavering; only sorrow filled his gaze.

"Qiantang, when will we get another chance?"

Yuwen Rui, who had been observing the changes from the side, suddenly roared. The aura of the Northern Wei national teacher rose higher and higher, his figure as steady as a mountain, and his hands showed the yin and yang transformations, holding the key to thunder.

It is called the Sea-Splitting Thunder Hammer.

With a single punch, the Grand Tutor of Northern Wei had already reached the peak of the power exerted by the Immortal of Longevity. The target of his punch was the Yin-Yang Dharma Realm itself.

With a roar from Yuwen Rui, a tremendous force slammed in from outside the Yin-Yang Realm. The two of them blasted a gaping hole in the sky above the Yin-Yang Realm, and countless crimson-gold scales on the enormous dragon claw tore a brilliant wound through the sky.

This is the Dragon King of Qiantang.

The mystery in Su Che's heart finally had an answer.

The Ghost Ancestor of Beimang, Yuwen Rui, and the Dragon Lord of Qiantang all had only one goal: to destroy this Yin-Yang Dharma Realm.

A gap was torn open in the sky, and the earth trembled incessantly.

A dragon's roar did not originate from outside the Yin-Yang boundary, but rather came from beneath the earth within the Yin-Yang boundary.

It seems that some long-dormant power has finally awakened, and it wants to break free from its shackles and return to its former freedom.

This Yin-Yang realm, under the erosion of the Hungry Ghost Path and the internal attacks of six Longevity True Persons, finally lost its original order and inevitably headed towards collapse.

“Your Majesty, the boundary between Yin and Yang is about to break, and countless ghosts will be scattered in this human world. This will be a great calamity, and you and I will commit boundless evil deeds.”

The voice of Dharmakaya Tathagata rang out.

His voice now carried a hint of aging that shouldn't have come from him.

“If the Dharma King is willing to help me, and with our combined strength we can rebuild this world, I swear by my own attainment that I will grant you immortality, and that the Dharma King will be enshrined in the Lingjiu Temple.”

"Namo Buddha, I, Shande, also make this great vow."

The two ancient Buddhas in the Buddhist temple are most aware of the changes involved.

The three—Yuwen Rui, the Grand Tutor of Northern Wei; Qiantang Longjun; and Beimang Guizu—all made their moves directly upon the Yin-Yang Realm, causing the foundational elements within it to weaken.

If we cannot join forces with the Yin-Yang Dharma King in time, the Buddhist mission may be in vain.

The Yin-Yang Realm is the foundation upon which Buddhism stands in the Central Plains. If the Yin-Yang Realm ceases to exist, how can it gain a foothold in front of the Xuandu Palace?
"That's it."

A voice that Su Che knew all too well sighed softly beside him.

Ancient attire, a desolate bronze mask—Zhongyuan appears once again beside Esuch.

This time, he once again opened his sleeve, his target being the grand hall behind the Yin-Yang Dharma King.

"Let's go."

Layers of ghostly light, like a giant wave, swept through the air, taking the Yin-Yang Dharma King and the palace behind him into its sleeve.

"If you want the world to move, then make it move even faster."

Zhongyuan looked up at the sky and whispered.

As the palace was gone, the tremors between Yin and Yang intensified.

As Faming Tathagata chanted the Buddha's name, five halos appeared behind him, each containing three ancient Buddhas sitting cross-legged.

As layers of magical power rippled, a bone-chilling wind burst forth from the gap where the palace had vanished.

A massive dragon spirit, stirring up layers of icy winds, soared out from the gap beneath the main hall.

"Let's go."

Bai Hejiao whispered something in Su Che's ear.

The sky collapsed.

(End of this chapter)