Chapter 40 of 100

Chapter 40

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"Such a virtuous man, endowed with extraordinary talents and a surprising physique, is truly destined for a connection with our Buddha!"

Cihang Pudu held a nine-ringed staff in his hand, with a halo of Buddha light behind his head, his face full of benevolence. He placed his palm on the fontanel of the immortal Shenhui, exerted his strength, and pressed, driving the golden light from his hand into Shenhui's body. Shenhui, kneeling in the clouds, immediately let out a惨叫 and was consumed without a trace.

"Junior Brother Shenhui!"

Jiandu Zhenren and the others glared with anger, but their limbs were unable to move. They all sat on the ground, silently cultivating their true essence to protect themselves from the increasingly shrill and deadly Buddhist chants that could induce illusions, to avoid the same fate as Shenhui. Only Dadao Zhenjun had tears streaming down his face, and he drew a celestial sword from his sleeve, ready to charge at Cihang Pudu.

Cihang Pudu was contemplating whether to stew Xuan Kong or braise him, or perhaps use him as an excellent ingredient for a ten-ingredient nourishing soup.

"Hehe, my large pot is already prepared. Please, little Taoist, make yourself comfortable."

Knowing he was no match for Cihang Pudu and the giant vulture Mingwang, Dadao Zhenjun was determined to die to uphold the brotherhood. He planned to fight these two Buddhist disciples in a grand battle, even if it meant dying, to honor the friendship of the twelve true immortals of the Jingming Dao.

He suddenly attacked, and the other true immortals leaped from the clouds, desperately pulling out their magical treasures to protect Dadao Zhenjun.

"My life is over!" Xuan Kong's mind went blank, momentarily disoriented, unable to distinguish reality.

It seemed as if he had returned to his previous life, fighting for territory with a group of good brothers. He didn't know where he got the strength, but he chanted the true incantation, his hands moving like windmills, sending out hundreds of palm thunderbolts, and he lunged at Cihang Pudu.

Knowing he couldn't win, he still had the courage to fight!

Cihang Pudu was also intimidated by the true immortals' momentum and involuntarily took a step back, only to be hit by Xuan Kong's palm thunderbolts, which raised a cloud of mist. Dadao Zhenjun's hair was disheveled, and he saw Cihang Pudu's followers and the giant vulture Mingwang disappear before his eyes.

"Good monk, where did he go?"

Xuan Kong's true essence was exhausted, and he shouted a warning, "Be careful," but saw the mist clear to reveal a golden Buddha statue with hands clasped, sitting above Dadao Zhenjun and the others. The broad-faced, large-eared Buddha was none other than the living Sakyamuni Buddha, the Tathagata of the Many Treasures.

"Heh, what are you?" Zhengte Zhenren, seeing this, was filled with doubt and shouted.

The golden Buddha spoke from the air, "I am the Amitabha Buddha of the Western Paradise, the Tathagata of the West. What kind of demon dares to desecrate our Buddha?"

"Good monk, to dare impersonate the Tathagata of the West?" Dadao Zhenjun, of course, did not believe Cihang Pudu was the incarnation of the Tathagata. He never expected that the imperial abbot of the Song Dynasty would dare to impersonate the Buddha. This battle could not be fought.

"The world cannot distinguish right from wrong. The true body of the Tathagata is here. Demons, do you not quickly take refuge?"

"Believe you? Never!" Qianhui Zhenren, Hongshi Zhenren, and Weidao Zhenren, standing on the three positions of heaven, earth, and man, suddenly pushed out a true fire towards the golden Buddha. The golden Buddha clasped his hands, using golden light to deflect the true fire back.

The three true immortals felt a mountain-like force collide with their hands, so powerful that not only did their fellow disciples fail to come to their aid, but they themselves could not dodge. With a "whoosh," they were burned by the flames and turned into black smoke.

"Junior Brothers! How hateful!" Dadao Zhenjun gritted his teeth and shouted, "Who told you to attack? I am the eldest disciple of the Jingming Dao. I now order all disciples to retreat!"

The other true immortals, seeing the power of the golden Buddha, were secretly alarmed, but they were unwilling to think that four of their fellow disciples had already been killed by the golden Buddha. Xuan Kong refused to leave, glaring at the golden Buddha, thinking, "This Cihang Pudu said I heard his secret, which had nothing to do with the true immortals of the Jingming Dao, but because of me, these seniors are now in danger."

He secretly gathered his true essence, but felt his body empty, unable to muster any strength.

Dadao Zhenjun grabbed Xuan Kong's collar bone and threw him to the other disciples, turning back and coldly laughed, "What are you showing off, young man? You are not a match for this monk now, will you never be a match for him in the future?"

"Keep the green hills, and there will always be firewood!"

Xuan Kong knew Dadao Zhenjun was trying to protect him, feeling reluctant, he struggled but finally lowered his head. He had practiced for over a decade, thinking he was almost unmatched in the world, but he never expected that a low-ranking centipede spirit could easily take his life.

He felt both angry and disheartened, not daring to look at Dadao Zhenjun, he let Jiandu Zhenren carry him away in a rainbow.

Dadao Zhenjun drew his sword, ready to fight the golden Buddha, but the golden Buddha's attention was entirely on Xuan Kong. He would not let his prey escape, and the golden Buddha bypassed Dadao Zhenjun, ready to chase the retreating Jingming Dao true immortals.

Knowing the golden Buddha was going to pursue, his junior brothers' lives were in danger.

Dadao Zhenjun laughed loudly, "I, Wu Meng, will also fight to the death today!" He flew in front of the golden Buddha, using the Taiqing Sword Qi to attack. This Taiqing Sword Qi was personally passed down by the sage Laozi, and in later generations, the White Eyebrow Daoist used it to create the famous Shu Mountain Sword Sect.

From this, it can be seen that the Taiqing Sword Qi is not to be underestimated.

The golden Buddha was blocked by Dadao Zhenjun, unable to catch up with Xuan Kong, and inwardly lamented, "What a pity!" He directed his anger at Dadao Zhenjun. Dadao Zhenjun, wielding his sword, pointed at the golden Buddha and shouted, "Good monk, don't pretend in front of me. If you keep up the act, you might even believe you are the old Buddha!"

A duck that was already in hand, cooked and ready to eat, flew away. Cihang Pudu's eyes blazed with anger, and he stood before Dadao Zhenjun, clasping his hands and chanting, "Lay down the butcher's knife, and instantly become a Buddha!"

This time, the deadly Buddhist chant targeted Dadao Zhenjun alone, a pure contest of power. Dadao Zhenjun's cultivation time was shorter than Cihang Pudu's, and his true essence was not as strong. He felt dizzy and disoriented, and his celestial sword, which was already in tune with his mind, felt as heavy as a thousand pounds, almost impossible to hold.

"Curse!" Dadao Zhenjun lowered his sword, leaning it on the cloud, and clutched his chest, groaning.

He stood firm, but Cihang Pudu smiled and took a step towards Dadao Zhenjun. With each step, the Buddha light around him grew stronger. He reached out and touched Dadao Zhenjun's forehead, about to harm him.

At that moment, a clear energy beam shot from the thirty-third heaven, blocking Cihang Pudu's hand.

The clear energy protected Dadao Zhenjun, and when he looked up, Dadao Zhenjun had vanished without a trace. Cihang Pudu was startled, realizing that there were higher powers in the heavens he had offended. He did not dare to oppose the sage and quickly transformed into a golden light, fleeing to Bianjing City.

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