inspire-indiana Chapter 559 Rebellious Spirits Strike Ling Mountain
Chapter 559 Rebellious Spirits Strike Ling Mountain
"sister!!!"
The ice in Yang Jian's eyes melted away, and a bright smile appeared on his clear and bright face.
"Yang Jiao, you're so slow."
As Nezha spoke, his Dharma form suddenly grew larger, his golden body covering the sky and blocking all the dust, not a single grain falling on him.
The golden cudgel spun back into Sun Wukong's hand, which he gripped tightly and, imitating Yang Jiao, pointed at Buddha.
It was 99% accurate in terms of its imposing presence.
Jin Chanzi looked around again and felt that he was still not rebellious enough in front of these people.
The Buddha's Five Finger Mountain was shattered by Yang Jiao's staff. He abruptly withdrew his hand, his slightly annoyed gaze falling on that figure:
"Yang Jiao, how dare you!"
Turning to Jin Chanzi, he said in a deep voice, "You want to oppose Buddhism?"
The sound caused Jin Chanzi immense pain.
He still had lingering thoughts that had been purified by the Six Roots Bamboo. It didn't matter if he cursed a few times, but when the thoughts actually arose, his whole body would burn with pain.
Just then, Maitreya appeared with a smile: "Opposing you and opposing Buddhism are not contradictory."
As Maitreya's cheerful tone faded, the pain in Jin Chanzi's body disappeared.
Although the Buddha is now the leader of Buddhism, Maitreya's words still carry weight.
Jin Chanzi immediately stood beside Maitreya and whispered, "I, Jin Chanzi, support you in becoming the foremost figure in Buddhism, for you have defied the Tathagata!"
Let's get started fighting!
To avoid making him go on a pilgrimage.
"Oh."
The Buddha lowered his hands, gazing at the people below him, his gaze settling gently on Yang Jiao.
"Young friend Yang Jiao, since we first met on Jin'ao Island, we have not been enemies. What is your intention in obstructing me now?"
Yang Jiao smiled but remained silent.
The Journey to the West tribulation accomplished far more than simply filling the Jade Tablet of Creation.
If Buddhism didn't make a fortune from this, it wouldn't be the traditional culture left behind by Jieyin and Zhunti.
Their Buddhist predecessor's corporate system was based on this model.
Seeing that Yang Jiao remained silent, and with Maitreya and Ksitigarbha, two pillars of Buddhism, standing beside her, Tathagata was somewhat annoyed:
"The Great Tribulation was ordained by the Dao Ancestor; I am merely carrying it out."
At this point, Yang Jiao finally spoke: "Even during a great calamity, one can still seize the Primordial Purple Qi."
"You know?!" Ru came to see her.
"If it's just about preaching and converting people, what does it have to do with me?" Yang Jiao wasn't stupid.
From the very beginning, the Supreme Sage was giving reminders, and the uncle was also making plans.
The fact that the Primordial Purple Qi resides in Yang Jiao should be known to all Quasi-Saints in the Three Realms.
However, her background is much larger than that of Hongyundao back then.
No one dared to directly rob it.
Therefore, a great calamity is the best way to seize it.
As long as one draws oneself into it, the immeasurable karma of Heaven's merciless reckoning will make the possessor of the Primordial Purple Qi the key to the Great Tribulation.
At this moment, Tathagata's eyes darkened: "Since you already know, then hand over the Primordial Purple Qi."
"You're too carefree!"
The Buddha retorted sternly:
"Without becoming a saint, one is nothing but an ant!"
"What did I do wrong? I fought for luck, for auspicious energy, for that sliver of opportunity to transcend!"
Yang Jiao grinned as she watched his current loss of composure: "You stole the Primordial Purple Qi from me, aren't you afraid that even after you become a saint, you'll be killed by other saints?"
It seems that Buddha had already thought of this. "Then you shall see why I have created this Buddha Kingdom in the palm of my hand. When I become a saint, this world will not be able to confine me. I will roam freely throughout all the heavens and myriad realms!"
The large swastika symbol on his golden statue rises in a spiral.
It was brewing in the palm of his hand.
The strong winds howled across Lingshan.
Her black hair brushed against her face like needles.
Yang Jiao's cultivation level was still a bit lacking, so she asked the system in a low voice:
"System, this Buddha Kingdom in the palm of your hand is quite interesting."
The system suspects the host is implying something, but has no evidence.
However, it still wisely spoke up.
【Ding. 】
【Then let's go for something even more advanced.】
[Journey to the West quest issued: Break the shackles of the Buddha Kingdom in your palm, rewarded with the supreme Buddhist magic—the Twenty-Four Heavens!]
Yang Jiao's heart burned with passion:
"System, I guessed it."
【system:……】
From giving her token fragments when her strength was unstable, to giving her card-drawing tokens once she had a firm foothold, she is now on the eve of her most intense battle against the Heavenly Dao.
The system has already started feeding the baby.
The system is becoming more and more humane, and more and more like—oneself.
[Host, the Buddha is about to begin.]
"Then let him come!"
The Buddha's five fingers once again transformed into a colossal mountain supporting the sky, the lines on his palm resembling three thousand Ganges Rivers, and tens of thousands of golden Buddha statues quietly nestled in the ravines and gullies.
They all closed their eyes and chanted scriptures, their chanting so powerful it seemed to shake the mountains and the earth.
The overwhelming winds threatened to crush them all within the palm of the Buddha Kingdom, preventing them from ever escaping.
One palm strike after another fell, and five-finger mountains appeared out of thin air.
Yang Jiao's momentum did not diminish. He swung his staff out in a crescent-shaped arc to meet the large palm. The tip of the staff trembled and shattered the afterimage with a thunderous boom.
Split the mountain in one blow!
A single blow shatters the shadow!
One blow and the Buddha is shattered!
Shattering the power of the Five Finger Mountains, Yang Jiao wielded his staff and thrust it upwards, aiming directly at the Buddha's palm.
The two forces collided.
The sea of blood beside them surged with terrifying waves.
Seeing that the Buddha remained motionless, Yang Jiao was forced back two steps by the clash of magical powers. The Mosquito Taoist transformed into thousands of blood mosquitoes and flew out. Before they even reached the golden statue of the Buddha, they were blocked by a beam of Buddhist light, and she opened her mouth and bit him.
The Buddha's light was actually absorbed directly by the Mosquito Taoist.
The Styx Ancestor looked at the little mosquito with great interest and nodded to himself.
A crack was bitten open in the barrier that was bathed in Buddha's light, and Jin Chanzi immediately revealed his true form and crawled inside with Mosquito Daoist.
The last time the two stood together was when they were fighting; now they are partners.
Jin Chanzi pointed to the Buddha's bald head and said to Mosquito Taoist:
"Ding there, give him a head full of bumps."
This guy just loves to watch the drama unfold.
Mosquito Taoist's main characteristic is obedience.
Tens of thousands of mosquitoes flapped their wings and flew together, buzzing as they rushed toward the Buddha from all directions.
The mosquitoes were so small that they were hard to hit, which greatly annoyed the Buddha.
Jin Chanzi secretly glared at the Styx Ancestor, who was sitting and watching in the sea of blood, and quietly spat.
Pooh!
That old bastard from the Blood Sea really taught all his best skills to Mosquito Taoist.
As expected of Jin Chanzi, Mosquito Taoist pointed specifically at Buddha's head and bit him.
After destroying ten thousand clones, a thousand more landed on the Buddha's head, one bite at a time.
When Yun Zhongzi and Yu Ding Zhenren finally arrived at the foot of Mount Ling, they looked up and saw Tathagata with a head full of bumps.
I almost didn't recognize him.
Master Yu Ding admired his disciple's handsome back for a second, then called out to Yang Jiao:
"I knew you wouldn't stay still for two years. Here I come."
Yun Zhongzi held up the already decomposed pill in his hand and shouted:
"Yang Jiao, the Fallen Saint Pill is ready."
The golden light emanating from Tathagata's body intensified, and his head became unbearably itchy. He waved away the clone transformed from the Mosquito Taoist with one hand, and the palm strikes he exchanged with Yang Jiao intensified.
"That's really powerful."
Yang Jiao gritted her teeth and refused to back down an inch.
Everyone present wore a cautious expression.
With a sense of recklessness, they each gripped their divine weapons, and the three traitors fought side by side for the first time.
Nezha, Yang Jian, and Sun Wukong all flew into the air together.
Three figures stood proudly on the clouds, appearing from behind Yang Jiao.
Yang Jian's third eye on his forehead emitted divine light, illuminating the illusions of all laws and forcing back the illusory images of Buddhas in the Buddha's palm.
The Hun Tian Ling (a magical ribbon) around Nezha's waist was wrapped around Buddha's fingertips, as if trying to crush it.
Sun Wukong carried the golden cudgel.
"Take this from my old Sun Wukong's staff!"
The Buddha's fingers trembled slightly, and the Buddha-land in his palm shook violently from the blow.
He took a deep breath and began chanting Buddhist scriptures.
Characters emerged from his mouth, blessing the Five Finger Mountain.
"What should we do?"
Master Yu Ding and Yun Zhongzi exchanged glances.
Maitreya smiled calmly, accepted the Quasi-Saint Pill, and said, "If I don't go to hell, who will?"
They actually wanted to deliver the elixir to Buddha's mouth themselves.
The others were so frightened that they quickly tried to stop them.
Even Yang Jiao, who had just exchanged blows with the Buddha, was so frightened that he took several steps back, held his breath, and turned to look at Maitreya, saying:
"Have you forgotten that our lives are still in your hands?"
Maitreya's smile vanished; the scene was so exciting that he had completely forgotten about it.
He immediately became serious:
"Then who should feed the pills?"
The Buddha's cultivation was too high; those with lower levels of understanding were blocked by the Buddha's light before they could even get close.
Just when I was feeling anxious.
Jin Chanzi stepped forward.
He looked displeased.
He wasn't very ambitious and originally wanted to keep a low profile.
Tsk, it has to be him.
"Give me."
"you?"
Maitreya looked at the hand in front of him. He had known Jin Chanzi for tens of thousands of years, but apart from watching him scold his superiors all day long, he had never seen him make a move.
"Who do you think you are?" Jin Chanzi retorted sharply, "Don't think you're so great just because you have a higher position. I, Jin Chanzi, dare to confront my superiors because I have the ability!"