The immortal is beside me

Chapter 95: Kill the Buddha!

The illusory golden lotus petals broke into tiny bits of light, like golden rain falling from the sky. In the rain of Buddha's light, the flame of the sword was burning.

Whether it was the Buddhist people at the banquet or the people from the Cang Tian Sect who were watching the ceremony, they all couldn't help but hold their breath at this moment.

The Jiuli Sect Leader Yan Guoyun had reached the Divine Transformation stage, which was information they had known before they arrived, but the combat power he actually displayed far exceeded what the information indicated.

Is it because of the sword?

Everyone's eyes were focused on the sword in Yan Guoyun's hand. As the flames flickered, they all came up with a horrifying guess at the same time.

Is there also a powerful inheritance in the Jiuli Sect?

The expressions of the Cang Tian Sect members suddenly darkened. For two thousand years, the inheritance of the Void Refining Realm held by the Cang Tian Sect had always been their greatest source of confidence. Even though the Cang Tian Sect had long since been shattered, these descendants still felt a sense of superiority over other sects.

But looking at the momentum in front of them, could it be that Jiuli, like them, had also reached the upper three realms?

When was it? Why had they never heard of such a shocking thing before?

The same question appeared on the faces of all the Buddhists, especially the old monk Hongyuan in the front, whose face turned a little pale.

As the core of the current Buddhist Dharma, most of the shock the golden lotus received hit him. Just this one blow, he felt a surge of energy and blood, and even the Buddha power accompanying him trembled slightly.

This is definitely not the level that an ordinary god should have!

"Master Yan, perhaps we don't have to go this far." Hong Yuan clutched his Zen staff. "How about this? Why don't we each take a step back?"

“But we don’t want to retreat.”

As the words fell, dozens of spiritual lights suddenly appeared.

The Jiuli people behind him drew their weapons at the same time, and all kinds of light intertwined in the air to form a giant net covering half of the valley, facing the attack of the Cangtian Sect and the Buddhas in front of them. The huge momentum made the gravel on the ground tremble and jump.

A rustling sound broke through the air, and Yan Guoyun, who was standing in the front, swung his sword, and the sword light left an afterimage of a hundred meters in the air.

The sword flashed, and in an instant, the bodies of several Buddhas and disciples of Cangtian who were nearby were immediately torn apart. It didn't seem like they were cut in half, but as if they were cut into pieces in an instant. The ultimate sword intent entered their bodies, causing their bodies to explode into pieces of blood in the air, and then fell to the ground and broke into pieces of flesh and blood.

All around him, the same scene was appearing in various places in the valley. The elite Jiuli used all their means, thunder and flames flew together, magic weapons and large formations were put into use. In just two or three breaths, the quiet valley was shrouded in blood mist, and the shadows of the Taoists and Buddhas in the mist were blurred.

Amidst the spreading blood mist, golden light lit up.

Golden points of light came from all directions, transformed into illusory petals and gathered towards the center, forming a huge lotus in the air. Wherever the Buddha's light reached, the spiritual light faded, the blood mist dissipated, and even the surrounding scenery seemed to become illusory.

The cassock fluttered as a figure gently stepped onto the lotus platform. Flowing golden light accompanied him, outlining a huge Buddha figure sitting on the lotus platform behind him.

Against the backdrop of the Buddha's light, the face no longer showed the surprise just now, but was replaced by a calm and peaceful expression, as if a real golden Buddha was looking down from the sky, overlooking the Jiuli people at his feet.

"The Jiuli Sect actually has such a legacy. This really opens my eyes."

Petals danced around him, and the light seemed to be even brighter than before. It connected with the sword energy in front of him, creating a violent gale. The afterglow of the collision fell on the mountains, and the rocky peaks were shaved off in the blink of an eye like tofu.

"I just wonder how sharp your heritage was before the advent of the Buddha's faith?"

The clear blue sky suddenly changed color. With the golden lotus as the center, the sky on all sides was covered with a layer of light gold in just a few breaths.

The invisible yet enormous Buddha's will surged like a tidal wave, instantly dispersing the spiritual light in the field. The oppressive feeling that had just been broken by the sword's will reappeared, even more intense than before.

The overwhelming Buddha's light was approaching in front of him. Yan Guoyun swung his sword in the air, and the sword energy slashed down, splitting the attacking golden waves into two halves.

A surge of Buddha's light flowed past him, waving his white crane cloak in the wind. He raised his head, gazing at the golden sky, his pupils reflecting golden sacred mountains.

In just a moment of fighting, illusory mountains rose up from all directions, surrounding the entire discussion area.

Countless golden rays of light floated up from the mountains, flowing towards the center like hundreds of rivers flowing into the sea, and as they flowed, they emitted soul-shaking Buddhist sounds.

That was faith, the incense and offerings from Buddhists gathered everywhere. Under the illumination of Mount Lingshan, the vague faith became the tangible Buddha's will, as if 100 million people were chanting scriptures simultaneously.

The melody fell to the ground, like spring seeds being scattered, and thousands of golden illusory Buddha shadows grew out, filling the sky and the earth. For a moment, they seemed to be facing the Buddhas of Lingshan in the mythology.

After 1,200 years, the law of "Universal Salvation" and the authority from the Buddha once again appeared before the people of Jiuli - its name is, Pure Land.

The hand holding the long sword tightened imperceptibly. Yan Guoyun looked at the giant golden Buddha on the lotus. Even the leader of the Jiuli Sect, who had traveled all over the world, couldn't help but sigh in his heart at this moment.

It is indeed a sect that embodies the essence of faith. As long as faith exists, the Pure Land will exist, and the Dharma will continue to thrive and flourish.

If the Pure Land is immortal, then Mount Lingshan will be immortal. If Mount Lingshan is immortal, then all Buddhas will be immortal.

Even as a heritage, this is the top law. The moment the heritage was revealed, they had already fallen into the realm of Buddha.

Did that ancestor from twelve hundred years ago actually face such a being alone? He truly deserves to be a peerless genius, one whose name will be etched in history.

"Master Yan, Jiuli still has one last chance to negotiate peace."

The giant Buddha sitting cross-legged on the lotus platform spoke: "Just now we didn't understand each other, but now you have witnessed the power of my Buddha. As the leader, you will surely make the right choice."

The Buddhist chanting spread through the air, stirring the Taoist's white hair slightly. He stood before the giant golden Buddha and slowly opened his mouth.

"Jiuli disciples, listen to my orders."

Red-gold flames ignited from the sword. Under the gaze of everyone, he raised the sword in front of him, and the sound echoed throughout the valley.

"Here—behead the Buddha!"

Thirty-two kilometers away from Lun Daochang, there is a mountain forest covered with maple leaves.

On the forest path, Zhou Qing raised his head and looked at the flashing light in the sky.

This level of spiritual power fluctuation should be at the level of a god. Is it the current leader of Jiuli who took action?
"Good boy." He looked at the energy rising in the air and nodded approvingly.

As a person who has reached this level of transformation, he has some of the style of the leader of the Immortal Alliance back then. I think he can fight back and forth with me who was at the peak of the Nascent Soul stage at that time.

But, their enemy this time?
He gazed at the golden clouds gathering above the mountains. The invisible inspiration of faith transformed into golden sacred mountains before his eyes. At their foot, countless incense sticks flickered, a symbol of faith rising from temples everywhere. Twelve hundred years ago, he had faced a similar sacred mountain before. Five Divine Transformations of the Immortal Alliance fought to the bitter end, and tens of thousands of Immortal Alliance cultivators perished. Even he had spent a full forty-nine days grinding it flat. It was one of the most difficult battles he had ever faced.

Today's younger generations have their own methods, and he doesn't have the energy to help them in every detail - but the blood shed a thousand years ago is enough.

He withdrew his gaze and looked at the building standing in front of him.

It was a temple standing in the mountains. Through the door, one could see that inside was a somewhat faded golden Buddha. A huge copper incense burner stood in front of the door, and dozens of burning incense sticks were emitting wisps of green smoke.

This is probably a Buddhist temple left over from hundreds of years ago. It is not large in scale and there are no monks living there, but since it is a Buddhist temple with a purpose, it has accumulated a lot of faith.

Now that immortals and Buddhas are fighting each other, Buddhism has offered up a heritage called the Pure Land, mobilizing all faiths from all directions, connecting them into one, and turning them into a sacred mountain that provides them with strength.

The one before him was no exception. At this moment, he could see the illusory golden mountain above the temple, towering in the air like Mount Tai, absorbing the faith of people within a ten-mile radius.

Clang, clang, the sound of a wooden stick hitting the ground came from behind, accompanied by the sound of drawn-out footsteps. A presence appeared within the perception range. Turning back, I saw a woman holding a blind stick, who looked like a pilgrim who came to the mountain to worship Buddha.

She was a mortal, looking about thirty or forty years old, with a blank grey in her pupils. Her aura gave her the appearance of a missing element, confirming her blindness.

She walked carefully on the mountain path, tapping with a blind stick in one hand and holding a handful of thin incense sticks in the other. The blind stick kept tapping until it reached Zhou Qing's feet.

"Ah, sorry."

Noticing someone in front of her, the blind girl quickly pulled back her cane and said apologetically, "I can't see. This should be Xingshan Temple, right? Are you a master from the temple? I'd like to ask for your advice."

She spoke with a certain timidity and caution. Zhou Qing did not correct her fact that she had mistaken someone, but simply said, "What do you want to ask the Buddha?"

The blind girl was slightly stunned, as if she felt that the young voice did not sound like that of a "temple expert", but after thinking for a moment, she continued speaking along with Zhou Qing's words.

"You can see my eyes. I became blind after a serious illness twenty years ago."

"Ever since I became blind, my family has taken me to temples all over the place to pray. The masters there told me that form is emptiness and emptiness is form. When you cut off ties and let go of obsessions, you can see that the five aggregates are empty and transcend the suffering of the flesh. Over the years, I have indeed been learning to let go."

".But now, I find that I can't let go."

Her hand gently stroked her belly. "I have a child. From the moment he was born, I haven't seen what he looks like. He grows up day by day, but I can't see any changes in him."

"Buddha said that only by letting go of obsession can one achieve transcendence, but I cannot achieve transcendence. I just want to see what the child looks like."

"Master, how can I let go of this obsession?"

A word drifted through the forest, a slight tremor in its voice. Unlike those resolute monks, she was doubtful and hesitant.

"Since you can't let go, then there's no need to let go."

The blind girl was stunned for a moment, then heard the young man's voice: "Only by letting go of obsessions can one achieve transcendence. But without ties and obsessions, what is the point of being human?"

This caught her off guard, and she was momentarily stunned. "But the scriptures say that if this happens, the Buddha cannot save me."

"Can't you save me?" Zhou Qing chuckled. "If Buddha doesn't save me, I will."

The blind girl opened her unfocused eyes wide. She couldn't see the person in front of her, but the certainty in those words was beyond her comprehension.

"Who are you?" She showed hesitation on her face and began to speak hesitantly. "How are you going to save me? Do you want money?"

"No money is needed." Zhou Qing said, "Just give me something as a reward."

The blind girl was stunned for a moment, rubbed the hand holding the blind stick a few times, as if she had weighed the pros and cons, and finally handed over the incense stick in her hand with some hesitation.

"I only brought this incense. Is that okay?" she said hesitantly. "I don't ask for anything else. I just want to see what my child looks like."

A hand took the incense she handed over, and then the voice rang out again.

"I heard."

The leaves in the mountains suddenly began to sway, and the invisible energy of heaven and earth condensed in an instant, turning into a cool breeze that blew across the face, brushing against the closed eyelids, and filling the gap in the sky.

Under the eyelids, the unfocused eyeballs suddenly began to tremble slightly, and a ray of light flashed in the dark vision, spreading further and further until it covered the entire field of vision.

She fluttered her eyelids twice and slowly opened her eyes. As far as the eye could see, the half-red and half-green maple trees were swaying in the wind, dropping leaves that covered the deserted stone road beneath her feet.

Can I see it?
The woman blinked in disbelief, staring at the maple tree in front of her. After several minutes, she seemed to remember something and looked around anxiously, but could not find a single person.

"Is it Buddha? That's not right."

Her pupils suddenly contracted. "God? Did I encounter a god?"

A slight cracking sound came from the side. She turned around suddenly and looked towards the temple with the door wide open. She saw a burning incense stick stuck in the forehead of the golden Buddha statue in the temple, and fine cracks were spreading on it.

If she could see through the green mountains at this moment, she would find a figure standing on the top of the mountain, gazing at the golden clouds condensed in the sky.

"Shakyamuni, you've been gone for so long, yet now you've asked me to take some incense right under your nose."

Zhou Qing weighed the incense in his hand, which was an unexpected gain.

If it weren't for the little accident just now, he would probably pick up a stone or break a branch or something, but now that he had this object that was stained with incense, he naturally wanted to pick up something more convenient.

Zhou Qing stretched out two fingers and took out a stick of incense from the bunch of burning incense in his hand. With a twist of his fingertips, wisps of green smoke emerged from the incense head.

He suddenly shook his hand, and the burning incense turned into a meteor and shot out towards the nearest phantom of a sacred mountain.

The meteor sank into the mountains where the Buddha's light was flowing, like a small needle piercing into the huge sacred mountain. After a while, cracks appeared on the empty mountains and rivers, and the huge belief in Buddhism fell apart in an instant.

To destroy the obsession of sentient beings is to break delusion, but the worldly affairs can kill the Buddha.

With one person's thought, Lingshan was shattered.

P.S. This chapter was unexpectedly slow to write and was posted late. I'm really sorry everyone orz
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