Great Red Immortal Sect

Chapter 82 Breaking the Formation
In the fields beside Dapan Mountain, the autumn rain was sticky and wet, soaking the low hills. The grass was yellow, the sky was damp and the ground was wet. It was a musty day.

On days like this, I should curl up on the kang, listen to the sound of rain hitting the floor outside, and fall into a deep sleep.

Zhang Yangjia, however, had no peace. He was an ordinary villager from Dapan Mountain. He and his fellow villagers were busy tending the temple's fields in the rain, and they had been busy from early morning to noon.

He was short, dark-skinned, and in his forties. His back ached badly when he bent down to comb the water in the fields, but he dared not stop moving his hands.

Only after taking care of Master Buddha's land can I go back to check on my own acres of land.

A young monk in a yellow-brown gauze robe stood by the field. The three scars on his head were still new. He stood on the ridge, avoiding the muddy water, holding a pear wood stick in his hand, urging everyone.

"Move faster, don't hurt Linggu."

Some people were so cold that they were stiff and moved slowly, so the monk hit them hard on the back with a stick, and they fell into the mud with a scream of pain.

"He Shou, how could you do this? We are all from the same village, how could you be so harsh!"

Zhang Yangjia stepped forward and helped a few people up, his voice trembling slightly.

Not long ago, this monk was his good nephew, but since he entered the temple, his personality changed drastically and he no longer recognized anyone.

"I am now Puzhi. You all should stop getting entangled in these worldly affairs. I have converted to Buddhism and have severed my worldly ties."

Pu Zhi looked at the villager in front of him, a hint of determination flashed in his eyes. He stretched out the wrist-thick wooden stick in his hand and said coldly:

"Zhang Yangjia, if you continue to cause trouble, delay important matters, and harm Linggu, I will not forgive you easily."

The short villager below didn't dare to say anything more and turned around to continue his work. Puzhi felt a little proud in his heart.

"This means I have severed my worldly ties. According to the master in the temple, I have Buddha nature."

Zhang Yangjia looked around, and no one came to help him say a few words. Some even started chanting Buddhist mantras and left his side with some disgust.

'What is this?'

He didn't understand these things, he just thought everyone was crazy. When the immortals were here, they only planted a small amount of spiritual grains, which did not delay their own harvest. They were not as cruel as the monks, who treated people like cattle and horses.

Even so, the nearby villagers were satisfied after listening to the Buddhist teachings in the temple once. They only hoped to accumulate more virtue and do more good deeds, enter the Pure Land as soon as possible, and no longer cared about their lives.

Spend all your money to become a monk, go bankrupt to become a Buddha. This is the current situation. There are no relatives, no court, no immortals, only the Buddha in the temple.

Zhang Yangjia suddenly stood up and calculated the time. By now, the crops in his fields should have been destroyed. How would he survive this year?
He had no wife or children, only an old mother at home. He prayed to Buddha a few days ago, and did not drink a drop of water or eat a grain of rice, and starved himself to death.

The dark and thin villager suddenly stood up and gripped the rake tightly in his hand. He felt a surge of hot blood rushing to his forehead, making his temples throb.

Pu Zhi saw that this person did not move, frowned and shouted:
"Zhang Yangjia!"

The other party did not respond, but just stood steadily, with his back to Puzhi and his back straight.

A violent look flashed in Puzhi's eyes. He picked up his stick and walked forward into the field. The muddy yellow water flooded over his brand new monk's robe, making him even angrier.

"you"

Pu Zhi stepped forward, but before he could finish his words, Zhang Yangjia suddenly turned around and raised his rake to hit him. This attack used up all the strength of the villager, but it missed.

This young monk had already entered the realm of Dharma wisdom and his five senses were sharp, so how could he suffer a loss? He instantly moved to the side and raised his stick to knock the tattered rake in the opponent's hand away.

"Zhang Yangjia, you are so ungrateful."

Pu Zhi hit the villager's knee with a stick, and there was a teeth-grinding sound of smashing.

The dark and thin villager fell to the ground immediately without saying a word. Half of his face was immersed in mud and water, and his exposed right eye was still staring at Puzhi.

Pu Zhi felt that the gaze was too hot and too sad, reminding him of the days when he visited his cousin's house when he was young.

He was only ten years old at that time, and he would laugh at his cousin for not being able to find a wife. Others would laugh and scold him and play jokes on him.

The surrounding villagers gradually looked over, and Pu Zhi shouted angrily:
"What are you looking at? Just go back to your work."

The people around him quickly looked away. Zhang Yangjia fell into the mud without a word. Pu Zhi weighed the pear wood stick in his hand.

Forget it.

He turned around to leave, but heard a clear coughing sound behind him. Something dirty had fallen on his monk's robe and was dripping down.

Pu Zhi turned around and saw Zhang Yangjia smiling, just like usual, as if he was joking. This smile quickly hurt him.

The monk raised the pear wood stick in his hand, hesitated for a moment, and then smashed it down. The stick and raindrops hit Zhang Yangjia's body, making a series of bone-breaking sounds.

Puzhi recited Buddhist scriptures and beat the people below like a madman. The rain mixed with his face and dripped down, making him look extremely hideous.

'You asked for it, you asked for it'

Zhang Yangjia's breath became weaker and weaker, and the rain from the sky suddenly increased in intensity. The originally drifting raindrops became heavy and poured down.

Pu Zhi no longer cared about the people under his feet and shouted angrily to the surroundings:
"Hurry up, it's raining again..."

His words were interrupted by a burst of thunder. The surging lightning gathered beside a dark cloud, occupying only a small corner of the sky.

The thunder sounded like drumbeats, one after another, getting louder and louder, and higher and higher. The dark cloud seemed to be falling, floating towards the field.

Puzhi felt a sense of horror, and at this moment he completely forgot the scriptures in the temple. He vaguely remembered what his grandmother had said to him when he was young.

'If you do evil, beware of God's punishment'

Before he could think, the dark cloud descended, and a streak of purple lightning burst forth, leaping through the air like a dragon, landing before him in an instant. The lightning was extremely restrained, blasting Puzhi's entire head into charcoal before dissipating.

The dark clouds dispersed, revealing a suspended treasure ship. It was made entirely of green wood and engraved with formation patterns. It emitted precious light. Four people were standing by the ship.

A Taoist with a sword on his back, a man with a scar on his face, a beautiful woman in a green skirt, and a woman in white.

The Taoist stepped down from the thunder, wearing a dark black Taoist robe with fire clouds painted on it. Behind him, the eight ancient swords were shining with clear light and red fire was flowing.

"Meet the Immortal."

I don't know who shouted first, but these mortals kowtowed and saluted. They were chanting Buddhist mantras the moment before, and the next moment they were worshiping the gods.

Xu Xuan waved his hand, asking everyone to disperse, and walked towards the man lying on the ground in front.

He took out a fetal breathing grade healing pill and fed it to the person who fell in the field.

[Rejuvenation Pill], a very common healing pill, is only useful for monks who practice fetal breathing. But when taken by ordinary people, it becomes a real panacea.

Zhang Yangjia's injuries recovered quickly, his bones reconnected, his wounds healed, and he gradually regained consciousness.

"Thank you, Immortal."

Xu Xuan ordered the people around him to help the man up and take him back to recuperate.

He returned to the untied boat, with a look of emotion on his face, and said softly:

"It seems these mortals are not having an easy time either."

Liang Yong didn't care at all and just asked:

"There aren't any monks on guard around here. Could it be that they've all retreated to the temple?"

"Once a Buddhist monk connects to the Pure Land and receives blessings from his vows, he becomes very difficult to deal with. Although the Pure Land of Xiaolian in the Lotus Temple is in ruins, it still has many mysteries."

Xu Xuan replied in a low voice, looking at the temple not far away. There were no mortals or monks around. A golden rainbow penetrated the Li River, coming from the north and connecting with the temple. There was a bright light of five-colored glass around it, and flags were fluttering, and there were fragrant clouds.

"It seems that Ci Hai has already mobilized his vows to bring him here and bless this temple. He has made preparations long ago."

"What's there to be afraid of? Just fly this flying boat. Even if the other party has those damn remains, it doesn't matter. They will only get beaten. I just like to knock the shells of these monks."

Liang Yong chuckled and held the bone tower in his hand. Only then was Xu Xuan able to take a closer look at the entire magical weapon.

The tower has nine floors and is completely white. It looks like some kind of animal bone, with dragon patterns and yakshas carved on it. A white-maned angry lion statue crouches on the top of the tower. Black and gray fire spews out from the ninth floor of the tower, and there are continuous explosions.

"His magical weapon is not simple, it doesn't look like something from the country."

Tiantuo reminded Xu Xuan in a low voice, and Xu Xuan understood. Now that he was about to take action, he didn't want to cause any more trouble, so he didn't say much.

Several people steered the flying boat forward and arrived in front of the temple in an instant.

A burst of precious light suddenly appeared, and an old monk walked out of the temple, holding a staff in his hand. He looked so old that people wondered if he would die at any moment.

"Dear donors, the rain is too heavy. Our temple is temporarily closed. Please go back."

The old monk spoke calmly, without any surprise, as if he was politely declining the guests who had come from afar.

Six monks walked out from behind him. They were all in the middle stage of the Arhat realm. At this moment, with the blessing of golden vows, their momentum increased. They responded to the temple, separated and formed a formation, locking onto Xu Xuan and his group.

"That old bald donkey Ci Hai left, and now he's sending you, who's nearing the end of your life, to die? If you retreat, I'll spare your life."

Xu Xuan spoke in a cold tone. The old monk in front of him had such high cultivation level that he might have reached the state of perfection of the Arhat. If he still had some life left, he would surely be able to break through to the level of a mage.

It is completely different for Ci Hai to personally bless the power of vows and to mobilize it to others. Although the monk in front of him is very powerful and has the power of vows to bless him, it is only less than half of what Ci Hai originally blessed him with, so he can still deal with it.

"I am Cishan. Cihai is my junior fellow apprentice. My temple was attacked by monsters. To protect the mortals, he had to leave. Now, I will be the one to receive all the distinguished guests."

Xu Xuan said nothing, but conveyed his thoughts to the three people beside him, saying softly:

"Let's test it out first and use some magic. If that doesn't work, then approach the temple."

Upon hearing this, several people took action.

Fan Qingzhu took action first, holding a jade bottle with a picture of a green bamboo mountain stream on it. The sound of rushing water came from the bottle. This was a top-grade magical instrument for refining Qi.

She leaned over slightly, and clear, warm water gushed out, clearing the way and turning into a stream, flowing towards the temple gate. The clear water turned into a slender hand, gently caressing the monk beside her.

Cishan gave a soft shout and raised the staff in his hand. Gorgeous precious light fell down and dispersed the rushing water.

Liang Yong snorted coldly and raised the bone tower in his hand. The white-maned lion roared, and black and gray fire rolled down. The air suddenly became hot, and the surrounding raindrops evaporated, turning into hazy white mist.

The roar suddenly rose and echoed throughout the mountains, shaking the temple's precious light a little, but the golden wish power fell and stabilized the formation again.

On the other side, Wen Sian had already sacrificed her sword and used magic, [Thunder Welcomes the Happy Rain Temple], a secret technique of Xiao Lei that could remove evil and heal Qi, but it was not powerful enough. Her white skirt fluttered as she made hand gestures and cast a spell, revealing a sky-blue heavy cloud.

This was not meant to kill the enemy, but to pave the way. The "Gui Water" and "Xiao Lei" converged, and it happened to be a rainy day, covering the temple and providing an excellent place to use the "Zhen Lei" spell.

Xu Xuan drew his sword, and [Great Shock Prayer Thunder Light] was generated, blending with the sword energy. At the same time, he sacrificed three rays, which poured into the heavy clouds laid by Wen Sian. They continued to accumulate, collide, and compress, and then returned to one point and fell from the sky.

The thunder surged and submerged the temple.

(End of this chapter)