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Chapter 96: Finally, Lingshan Collapsed
Buddhism, Pure Land.

In a space composed of pure Buddhist ideas, tens of thousands of Buddha shadows float in it, each with their hands clasped together and eyes slightly closed, like statues on the wall.

The sound of chanting echoed leisurely in the empty pure land, stirring the cause and effect in all directions like rippling water, condensing into golden mountains and rivers standing in all directions, shining with the golden figures in the space, just like the Ten Thousand Buddha Mountain in mythology.

This is the gathering place of ancient and modern Buddhist ideas, a pure land condensed by pure faith. The spirits of all Buddhist disciples are connected together in this space, and any change in cause and effect will enter everyone's consciousness.

The chanting suddenly paused, and the Buddhas in the front opened their eyes slightly, with a hint of surprise in their eyes.

"The Buddha's will on Hongyuan's side has fluctuated. How could the Jiuli Sect actually resist the power of the Pure Land?"

The golden space began to stir, and the Buddhas opened their eyes one after another, staring at a shadow in front of everyone.

It was a golden lotus phantom, and its appearance was exactly the same as the one summoned by Hongyuan in the Daoist Arena.

It floats in the golden space of the Pure Land, as if immersed in a pool of water where rivers converge. Thousands of Buddhist intentions flow down from the golden mountains on all sides, turning into streams and converging towards it, causing the golden lotus to grow stronger and brighter.

This is the power of the Pure Land, connecting the Buddha's will to one. Everyone who enters the Pure Land has no self, and everyone is a Buddha.

It seemed that the Buddhist sect had only sent a few dozen people, represented by Hongyuan, to this discussion, but in reality, tens of thousands of Buddhists were providing support behind them. With the connection of the Pure Land, resisting Hongyuan was equivalent to being an enemy of tens of thousands of Buddhists.

But judging from the fluctuations coming from the golden lotus, Jiuli, as the party discussing Taoism, actually withstood the impact of the Ten Thousand Buddhas level.

What kind of power is this? Is that master in the Spiritual Transformation Stage so powerful?
".Amitabha."

The Buddha at the forefront chanted, then closed his eyes again: "When a thought arises, demonic obstacles arise. The demons may be powerful for a time, but before Mount Lingshan, they are nothing more than a fleeting flash in the pan."

The sound of chanting began again, and golden light shone brightly from the sacred mountains in all directions. The "stream" that originally flowed slowly towards the golden lotus turned into a surging wave. Every time the wave surged, the lotus in the center expanded a little, which meant that the Buddhist spirit in the discussion hall was also getting stronger at this time.

Wherever the Buddha's will is, all things are clear and bright; at the foot of the sacred mountain, there is no trace of evil.

Then, Lingshan collapsed.

When the first cracking sound was heard in the Pure Land, the Buddhas had not yet understood what was happening. The next moment, the phantom of the sacred mountain behind them suddenly collapsed, and the surrounding space immediately turned into nothingness. The phantom of the Buddha in it disappeared on the spot as if falling into the abyss.

boom! boom! boom!
There was no substantial substance in the Pure Land, but at this moment they heard the roar of mountains collapsing and the earth cracking. Each roar was accompanied by the collapse of a sacred mountain, and each collapse took away a piece of space on all sides. For a moment, the entire Pure Land world collapsed.

".What's going on?!"

This is a pure land built by pure faith, and every sacred mountain is condensed by pure Buddhist will. What power can suppress the Buddhist will of tens of thousands of people?
The golden waves surged again, but this time what spread was not the Buddha's will, but a strong intention.

The thought called fear.

The overwhelming fear spread like ripples, entering the consciousness of every person in the Pure Land.

The Buddha in the front was shocked, and was about to cut off the connection with the Pure Land, but he heard another loud bang, and the golden mountain in front of him collapsed. The huge impact crashed into his spiritual consciousness, like a giant hammer hitting the top of his head, and his entire soul seemed to be shattered into pieces.

"Cough, cough. Cough, cough, cough!"

In a Buddhist temple near Liangzhou, an old monk sitting on a high platform suddenly opened his bloodshot eyes, and blood flowed out of his seven orifices while he coughed, as if all his internal organs were shattered.

"Go quickly. Go quickly and inform the Venerable! There is a great demon. There is a great demon behind Jiuli."

The sound stopped abruptly, and he opened his confused eyes wide. As his vision shook, he saw the temple in front of him, which had become a ruin. The whole temple seemed to have exploded from the inside. The monks who had been accompanying him to protect him were now lying in a pool of blood without a trace. All he saw was a dead place.

He heard a crackling sound and turned his head to see that the huge golden Buddha statue behind him had lost its head. Pieces of residual lime and gravel fell from the statue and were blown by the wind and hit his face.

In the middle of the rubble, there was a burning incense stick, with wisps of smoke rising from it.

"The extraordinary reactions in the three temples in area A62 have disappeared!"

"The extraordinary reaction in the F52 area has disappeared!"

Area D07

In the office of the Environmental Sanitation Bureau, Lu Zhenhai leaned tightly against the spiritual imaging device in front of him, his eyes almost popping out of their sockets.

Ten minutes ago, the image in the imaging device was a magnificent scene of a gathering of sacred mountains.

But in the first ten minutes, he watched helplessly as the sacred mountains in the sky disappeared one after another, as if wiped out by an invisible hand. They didn't even dim, but disappeared from their peak state in an instant.

If Buddhism is a network connected by the Pure Land, then the illusory sacred mountains nearby are the ports for the integration of Buddhist ideas from all over the world. Each one condenses thousands of Buddhist ideas, and then they are all transported to the discussion venue through the Pure Land.

According to common sense, the only way to stop this connection is to make the people involved exit the network. However, the person who pushed all this didn't do that. Instead, he directly blew up the base station.

What exactly is this method?
Lu Zhenhai put down the imaging device in his hand. In a trance, several old scenes seemed to flash before his eyes: newspaper pages fluttering on the clock tower, leaves falling on the highway, and a lazy figure half lying in a rocking chair.

He slowly turned to the side of the window, his eyes penetrating the tall buildings and looking at a mountain on the horizon.

Seventy kilometers away, on the mountain he was looking at, Zhou Qing flicked his finger and threw out another stick of incense.

The burning incense sank into the sky, and two breaths later, the last sacred mountain on the horizon disappeared out of thin air. He flicked his fingers to shake off the remaining ash on his fingertips, then turned his head and headed towards the direction of the Taoist temple on the side of the mountain.

The Buddha's intentions on all four sides have been completely wiped out, and now there is only the last one left within a hundred miles around Liangzhou.

He twisted the last stick of incense in his hand, slightly felt the fluctuations coming from afar, took a step, and his figure disappeared from the spot in an instant, moving towards the direction of the discussion hall.

It is 32 kilometers away, within the Taoist temple.

The sword light and the golden lotus collided again, exploding into a dazzling halo as bright as the sun. For a moment, the mountains and rivers shook in all directions. The rumble was accompanied by a piercing humming sound, the groaning of the air being torn apart by the force. A fierce gust of wind blew away, and Yan Guoyun and the old monk Hongyuan flew back simultaneously, briefly staring at each other from a distance of several dozen steps.

Around them, the green mountains and clear waters remained the same, but within the isolation barrier, the ground was rolling as if it had been plowed by a huge iron plow, and shocking huge holes were blasted into the surrounding rocks. The rocks melted under the influence of the huge spiritual power, turning into semi-liquid magma that slowly flowed.

In the arena where the mountains were collapsing and the earth was cracking, the fight between the Jiuli people and the Buddhists was still going on. The spiritual light and the Buddha's light collided with each other, and the light spots splashed across the sky like a rainstorm, illuminating the expressions on the faces of the two people in the air.

Yan Guoyun frowned slightly, his expression solemn; while on the other side, the old monk Hongyuan had a vague look, as if he was shocked.

In the past few days, he and Yan Guoyun had fought for hundreds of rounds, and each round gave him new surprises.

The contemporary leader of the Jiuli clan is extremely powerful. Even among the powerful people in the Spirit Transformation Realm, he is considered a leader. The hundreds of rounds of fighting just now have proved this point.

Under normal circumstances, Hongyuan would not be afraid of all this.

He arrived this time, carrying with him the blessing of the Pure Land. It was the Buddha's handiwork, a supreme treasure embodying the vision of countless Buddhas. With this treasure, while his skill was far inferior to that of the great Venerable Kasyapa of twelve hundred years ago, it should be enough to suppress a Transcendent God.

But with the sword that carried the inheritance, his suppression seemed to be completely ineffective on Yan Guoyun. After fighting for hundreds of rounds, he did not gain the upper hand.

Hongyuan had expected the Jiuli Sect Leader to be powerful, but the sword in his hand was beyond his expectations.

And there was another unexpected thing.

Hongyuan raised his hands slightly, causing the golden lotus to spin slightly beside him. After hundreds of rounds of collision, the golden lotus's light had dimmed considerably, but no matter how hard he urged his Buddhist thoughts, no new Buddhist energy surged to replenish its loss.

There is only one possibility - the support from the Pure Land has been cut off.

But who was it? What being could destroy this pure land built of pure faith? Could it be that in the space of a single stick of incense, that person had wiped out every last Buddhist temple in Liangzhou?
An unprecedented shock lingered in his heart. Hongyuan grabbed the Zen staff on the side and was about to cast another spell when he heard a rustling sound of breaking air in his ears. A figure holding a sword flashed in front of him, and the long sword in his hand glowed with spiritual light. He seized the moment when Hongyuan was distracted and launched another round of attacks.

The sword light broke through the air, like the flapping wings of a flying swallow, like the swirling clouds, and the overwhelming power was condensed in a line and fell on the golden lotus that he used to protect his body.

For a moment, it was like the striking of a huge bell, and a chaotic wave of sound burst out from the lotus, like the ethereal sound of chanting, or the wailing of thousands of people.

Amidst the sound waves, the golden lotus that embodied the Buddha's true meaning cracked open, and thousands of golden petals scattered across the sky, only to be blown away by the aftermath of the sword energy.

With a loud bang, a flower of blood appeared on Hongyuan's chest, and his whole body flew out like a cannonball, breaking the huge tree on one side and crashing into the stone mountain behind him. The mountain peak shook immediately, smoke and dust rose up, and countless sand and stones rolled down, turning into powder in the turbulent aftermath before they hit the ground.

Amidst the flying sand and rocks, Hong Yuan struggled to stand up. Buddha's light flashed around him. Just as he was about to get up, he saw the smoke and dust in his vision break through, and another sword light appeared from it, hitting the side of his leg.

There were no wails or screams, only blood with a hint of gold flying in the air. As the blood splattered, Hong Yuan's last protective Dharma power was forced to fail, and one of his legs was chopped off, causing him to fall back to the ground after just standing up.

The smoke and dust dissipated, revealing a figure wearing a crane cloak. Yan Guoyun stood in the air with a sword in his hand, his eyes lowered, looking down at the Buddha who was splattered with blood at his feet.

Behind him, all the people from the Cangtian Sect who served as the chief judges had already been annihilated by the spiritual light, and the remaining few Buddhas also retreated in panic.

Without the blessings of the Pure Land and the Golden Lotus, they were like flowers pulled out of the ground and lost all nutrients. Under the influence of spiritual weapons and magic, those figures swayed like flowers broken by the wind and disappeared in a moment.

"Master Yan is worthy of being the leader of the contemporary Jiuli people. He is truly a man of unparalleled talent."

Hong Yuan pressed his leg, and a golden light flashed from his hand, instantly stopping the spurting blood. "We are indeed not victorious in this discussion, but if we all perish here, has Jiuli considered the consequences of becoming completely hostile to Buddhism?"

Yan Guoyun did not respond, but slowly raised his hand. The spiritual light on the sword appeared again, illuminating the sky and Hongyuan's frozen expression.

"It seems Jiuli is so determined to go his own way, and I admire him."

He suddenly relaxed his body, put away his escaping look, and did not wail or beg for mercy. Instead, he sat down and clasped his hands together.

"Today, I have perished in a land of demons. This is my last escape!"

A brilliant golden light illuminated the sky above the Daoist discussion venue, and an immense Buddhist aura spread out. All the Jiuli people on all sides couldn't help but look up.

Hongyuan was surrounded by golden light, and his entire body seemed to turn into a mountain in an instant. The vast ocean of Buddha's will was condensed to the limit, forming a swastika-shaped golden pattern on his forehead, like a brewing furnace.

Burning life and exploding body?

In the air, Yan Guoyun's expression changed slightly. He swung his arm violently, and a longsword, shrouded in spiritual light, shot out from his palm. Afterimages forged by the sword's will shot straight at Hongyuan's brow like a divine retribution. Simultaneously, he flew back, releasing spiritual energy from his entire body to protect the entire Jiuli people behind him.

With a humming sound, the flying sword, which condensed the ultimate sword intent, rushed into the spiritual light around Hongyuan. It was like piercing into an invisible quagmire. The power of the incarnation level was greatly reduced in an instant.

In the Buddha's light, Hong Yuan, who had transformed into a golden body, raised his head slightly towards the sky, and his voice shook the entire valley.

"Today, I sacrifice my life to save the demon. In the future, ten thousand Buddhas will descend to the world to carry out my legacy!"

The scene before his eyes began to blur. The mountains and the sky seemed to be infinitely far away. Only the illusory shadow of Buddha formed in the center of his vision, getting closer and closer, clearer and clearer, until it finally turned into... a thin pillar?
His pupils suddenly trembled, and he raised his head, and a stick of burning incense falling from the sky was reflected in his pupils.

The burning incense floated down lightly, penetrating the surrounding Buddha light as if it were nothing, and hit him right on the forehead.

The whistling wind stopped, the spreading Buddha light was extinguished in an instant, and even the majestic golden body that was as majestic as a mountain collapsed. Under the gaze of the Jiuli people in front of him, Hongyuan's body fell softly to the ground, and the burning incense stuck on his forehead emitted green smoke.

The halo faded, and the spirit sword flying in the air lost its power. It spun across the sky and was held firmly in the palm of a hand.

The owner of the hand floated to the ground, his fingers lightly stroking the sword with extended spiritual patterns, and turned his gaze to look at Yan Guoyun, who had slightly opened his eyes before everyone.

"Well done, kid."

P.S. I have a lot of work to do these two days, so I will keep a minimum of 4000 for a few days. I will try my best to update more for everyone after I finish the work orz
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