I am a living immortal.
Chapter 256: The Monk Stands Alone Against the Natural Disaster
The Tianjiu Mountains are a huge barrier composed of a series of snow-capped mountains. It blocks the moisture from the South China Sea and creates a vast desert on the other side.
At this moment, on the top of the most majestic snow-capped mountain, the cold wind was howling and blowing up endless snow, and a monk in a black cassock and holding a golden tin was sitting cross-legged on the top of the snow-capped mountain. He had been waiting for a long time, and his shoulders were covered with thick snow. He faced the South China Sea as if waiting for something.
Over the South China Sea, an unprecedented storm was approaching, obscuring the sky. Storms were imminent, and a chaotic curtain of rain pressed down on the Tianjiu Mountains. Strong winds and thunder roared...
"Boom! Boom!!"
The roaring sounded like the roar of a group of dragons. The raging wind wanted to tear apart everything that stood in its way. Four giant dragons were looming in the storm.
And at this moment......
The monk stood up, his face calm. The crisp sound of his golden staff hitting the rocks pierced through the wind and thunder. Twelve golden rings vibrated on the head of the staff, and the ripples of Sanskrit sound that spread out actually made the storm stop for a moment, but only for a moment.
"The sea of suffering is endless. Donors, turn back now."
In front of this huge storm, the monk seemed very small, but in such an environment, his cry of "turn back is the way to go" was still loud and clear.
These old dragons had already given up everything, so how could they stop because of a few words? The fierce gale instantly swept towards the monk who wanted to stop the natural disaster alone.
The cassock was torn into nothingness by the gale, revealing the skin covered with golden scriptures. The scriptures engraved with the Nirvana Golden Liquid suddenly lit up to block the raging gale.
An old voice from the storm sneered, "You're using your body to stop natural disasters. Who do you think you are? The Buddha of Compassion? What a joke! Get out of the way, bald donkey, or we'll treat you rudely!"
Facing the dragons' ridicule, the monk's face remained expressionless. "This time, you will cause great disaster. You are greedy for water veins, controlling natural disasters, and disregarding the lives of ordinary people. How can I grant your wishes?"
"Whether or not it can be stopped, I will make my own judgment. Everyone, this is my final advice. Turn back now!!!"
The tin master hit the ground again with a "dong" sound, snowflakes flew, the strong wind was torn apart, and the six-character mantra turned into a solid object and floated beside him.
Faced with this incessant chatter, several old dragons had already lost their patience: "Humph, this is how the world is. To seek the truth, we must fight against heaven and against people. This is our last chance. Those who stand in our way will die!"
In the storm, water vapor turned into huge dragon claws, grabbing towards the monk, but it could not get within three feet of the monk. The huge dragon claws were shattered in an instant, and steam rose and turned into bodhi phantoms that dissipated in the air.
The monk sighed compassionately, "You pursue your own ends without regard for the lives of the desert. What have they done wrong? Do they deserve to die? If a storm were to sweep across the desert, it would destroy countless homes and the very environment upon which countless creatures depend for survival. Yet you have shown no concern. Since you insist on having your own way, please do not blame me for being unreasonable."
"Angry Vajra!"
The monk was seen chanting the mantra, with flames burning behind him, the clouds opening with golden light, and the Vajra image appearing in the air. Golden lotus blossomed under his feet, his eyes were wide open, he was wearing golden armor, holding a vajra in one hand and a sword to subdue demons in the other. The Prajna wheel was spinning behind him, and he stood upright against the sky.
Faced with this situation, several old dragons were very angry. This bald donkey was serious.
"Die!" The roars of four dragons came from the storm, and the raging wind caused water vapor to flow back. Bolts of lightning shot obliquely towards the monk's image.
Crackling white lightning struck.
The monk stopped talking and roared angrily. The muscles in his right arm flexed, and he swung the vajra in his Dharma form towards the thunder. The collision of golden and white light shook the mountains, and the roar and sound made the world silent. He was not finished yet. He swung the Demon-Subduing Sword in his left hand towards the storm, and the golden light condensed into a semi-arc...
"You have sinned deeply and have shown no repentance. Today I will slay the dragon with my sword!"
"Evil beast! Die!"
"You dare!!" Facing this sword, the four dragons were furious. Water vapor accumulated in their mouths, and dragon breath was exhaled from the storm, swirling and turning into turbulent streams of water that shot towards the monk, the Dharma image, and the sword light.
The sword light immediately split the water flow and slashed above the storm, exploding thousands of acres of water vapor. A gap was also cut into the huge storm, but it was filled in a few breaths.
"What a great move, Demon Subduing Sword, but it's useless!!"
The huge storm was getting closer and closer to the Tianjiu Mountains. The wind pressure alone made it breathless. At this moment, all kinds of huge rocks and trees swept up by the storm fell from the sky!
The monk closed his eyes tightly and kept chanting scriptures. The six-syllable mantra surrounded him, shaking the huge rocks and trees into pieces.
But as the storm approached, the golden Dharma image kept retreating, and all kinds of dense cracks appeared on its body.
"The arm of the mantis is like a cart!!"
"Go to hell, monk!!"
"You can't stop it!!"
Whispers echoed around the monk's ears, yet he refused to give up. The golden light radiating from him intensified, his Dharma image constantly strengthening. His wrath grew even more intense. The vajra in his hand pressed forward with unwavering determination, bearing the demeanor of a single man standing guard against a thousand enemies!
Golden lotus blossomed on the top of the mountain, Buddhist music was resounding, and the four old dragons took advantage of the weather. The Tianjiu Mountains were a natural barrier that blocked moisture, and if more monks were added, they might be able to stop this unprecedented storm.
The patterns originally carved on the monk's body with Nirvana Gold Liquid continued to merge into the mountains. Scriptures lit up above the mountains, golden light suddenly broke through the sky, and a halo spread out. With the help of the mountains, it blocked the storm's way like a barrier.
The pitch-black storm collided with the golden light, just like hitting gold and stone. The formed storm was deformed and twisted in an instant, and the overflowing water vapor continued to spread to both sides. The four old dragons' forward steps were blocked, and the storm was constantly maintained.
They really hate this damn monk now.
The two sides are constantly fighting and cannot delay. As time goes by, the accumulated storm will continue to weaken. At that time, it will be useless to break through the mountains and enter the desert.
"This damn monk!! This damn monk!!"
"This is not a solution. Thank you all for maintaining the storm. I will go and break the monk's Dharma image!" An old voice came from the storm.
"Okay! Hurry up!" The remaining three old dragons responded one after another.
A giant silver-white dragon flew out from the storm. Its dragon power was strong, but its scales and horns had lost their luster. It had a strong smell of oldness and decay. It seemed that it would not live long, but its strength accumulated over thousands of years should not be underestimated. The giant dragon transformed into an old man in his seventies in mid-air, his face full of majesty. He came to the front of the monk, looked at the monk whose body was covered with cracks, and a strange look flashed in his eyes.
"Why bother... At your age, with such cultivation, your future achievements will definitely not stop here. Is it worth it to fight for things and people you don't want to do?"
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