pertwk Chapter 47 Jiang Yu's Crisis!
Chapter 47 Jiang Yu's Crisis!
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Inside the main hall, only the Great Ancient Buddha Moke remained.
His gaunt figure sat alone on the lotus platform, the life lamp in front of him completely extinguished, and the last wisp of smoke dissipated into the air.
The temple doors were wide open, and the wind outside blew in, causing his dark red robe to rustle slightly.
But he remained motionless, as if he had turned into a stone statue.
The image of Huiming before her death kept replaying in his mind.
The images were fragmented and blurry, but he could sense his son's final fear, despair, and helplessness in that instant.
His son was killed as easily as crushing an ant.
He didn't even have time to call for help, to reveal his sect, or to do anything at all.
The corner of Moksha's mouth twitched, and his deep-set eyes surged with complex emotions—anger, sadness, and a hint of inexplicable disdain.
Huiming was his only offspring, a child he conceived using his own Dao essence and blood, nurtured through the lotus platform of the Spirit Realm.
He devoted countless efforts to this child from a young age, not only teaching him Buddhism, supernatural powers, and the way of cultivation, but also instructing him on how to establish himself in Buddhism, how to disguise himself, and how to hide his true intentions.
He told him that while Buddhism appears to be compassionate, there are actually undercurrents of unrest.
Amitabha Buddha went into seclusion, while various forces secretly vied for power.
To survive and succeed in such an environment, one must learn to disguise oneself.
But Huiming just couldn't learn it.
That child is so stupid.
They were so stupid as to think that they could act recklessly just because they were disciples of the Great Buddha Moke. They were so stupid as to lack even the most basic discernment, unable to tell whether a person had a background or a powerful backer.
He was transferred to a different post, with the intention of letting him go out and gain some experience, suffer a bit, and grow his mind.
But he never expected that once he left, he would never return.
The Great Buddha of Moke closed his eyes and took a deep breath.
He can't make this a big deal.
Huiming's true identity is something that cannot be revealed.
Although Buddhism allows powerful beings to conceive offspring using their spiritual essence and blood, it is ultimately not a good thing for such things to get out.
Moreover, Amitabha Buddha was about to attain enlightenment, and at this critical juncture, he did not want to cause trouble for Buddhism, nor did he want other Buddhas to have any leverage against him.
But that was his only son.
There are countless Buddhist disciples, and if a disciple is lost, another can be taken in.
But once the son is gone, he's truly gone.
He placed all his lifelong ambitions and expectations on Huiming.
Now, everything is ruined.
The Great Buddha Moke suddenly opened his eyes, his sunken eyes burning with undisguised killing intent.
He didn't intend to let anyone know Huiming's true identity, but he was determined to take revenge.
Whoever the murderer is, they must die.
Hurried footsteps could be heard outside.
The old monk Yuanjue strode in, his expression somewhat solemn.
"Senior brother, I've found it."
The Great Buddha of Moke's gaze fell upon Yuan Jue: "Speak."
"That purple-gold dragon came from the Ten Thousand Dragons Nest, and it was the mount of the Ten Thousand Dragons Emperor."
Yuan Jue paused, then lowered his voice, "The woman riding the dragon is Long Li, the daughter of the Dragon Emperor."
The eyes of the Great Buddha of Moke narrowed slightly.
The daughter of the Dragon Emperor? No wonder she has a purple-gold dragon as her mount, no wonder she dares to be so arrogant.
But Wanlongchao is no longer what it used to be.
No matter how much his daughter is favored, she shouldn't be so unrestrained.
"What about the other woman?" asked the Great Buddha Moke.
Yuan Jue shook his head: "We haven't been able to find out the woman's background."
"She was dressed strangely, unlike any clothing from any region of the Big Dipper, and without any markings of any power."
"His cultivation level is not high, probably around the Divine Bridge Realm."
"He should be a disciple of a small sect, or a rogue cultivator."
"There is no such person in Wanlong Nest."
The Great Buddha of Moke remained silent for a moment.
A mere cultivator at the Divine Bridge Realm is not worth his attention.
But she was the catalyst for the incident; Huiming clashed with Long Li and was killed because of her.
She also bears some responsibility for this grudge.
"Have you figured out their relationship?" asked the Great Buddha Moke. "What's the relationship between that young cultivator and Long Li?"
Yuan Jue hesitated for a moment: "This... we couldn't find anything."
"This person has never appeared in Long Li's life before; it's like he suddenly appeared out of nowhere."
"She could be Long Li's newly acquired maid, or she could be a friend."
"In short, their relationship is quite close."
"Long Li was willing to turn against Buddhism for her sake."
The Great Buddha Moke's expression turned even uglier.
For the sake of a minor cultivator of unknown origin, the princess of Wanlong Nest dared to kill Moke's son.
Either that little cultivator has a problem, or Long Li is taking himself too seriously.
"Pass down the order to gather manpower." The voice of the Great Buddha Moke was calm, so calm that it sent chills down one's spine.
"I'm going to the Dragon's Nest to demand an explanation from them."
"That woman demands that Wanlong Nest be handed over, and that blood must be paid for this debt."
Yuan Jue was startled: "Senior brother, the Myriad Dragon Nest is, after all, an ancient royal family. Although the Myriad Dragon Emperor committed suicide, he was still a former powerful figure of the imperial path. Should we rashly go there..."
"Is the Dragon Emperor in the Dragon Nest?" Moke the Great Ancient Buddha interrupted him.
Yuan Jue paused for a moment, then shook his head.
"That settles it then." The Great Buddha Moke's lips curled into a cold smile.
"Without the Dragon Emperor presiding over it, the Dragon Nest is nothing to fear now."
"The rest of the people are nothing more than a group of dragon sons and grandsons. Although their bloodlines are noble, their cultivation is limited."
"With the strength of our Buddhist sect, why should we fear them?"
Yuan Jue wanted to say something more, but seeing the unwavering resolve on the gloomy face of the Great Buddha Moke, he knew he couldn't persuade him anymore.
"Go, bring me my sacred implements," said the Great Ancient Buddha Moke.
Yuan Jue's expression changed: "Senior brother, you mean to..."
"Before Amitabha Buddha went into seclusion, he left me with that golden body of the Buddha Kingdom." The voice of the Great Ancient Buddha Moke was devoid of any emotion.
"I haven't touched it at all."
"Today, it's time for it to be born."
The golden body of the Buddha.
That was a quasi-emperor weapon personally refined by Amitabha Buddha. It was not a physical object, but a divine weapon-level golden body formed by the faith power of hundreds of millions of believers in the Western Desert.
It possesses independent combat capabilities and can contend with powerhouses at the peak of the Quasi-Emperor level.
The golden body's palm print contains immeasurable Buddhist light, the Great Compassion Mantra, and the Six-Syllable Mantra, which can convert enemies, purify darkness, and even withstand the Emperor's might.
This is the trump card that Amitabha Buddha left for Maha, and it is also one of the strongest foundations of Buddhism.
Yuanjue took a deep breath and turned to retrieve the magical artifact.
He knew that his senior brother was determined to make a big fuss this time.
Half an hour later, the Great Buddha of Moke stood in the square in front of the temple.
Behind him stood twelve Buddhist saints, each of whom had lived for at least three thousand years, their bodies radiating rich Buddhist light and exuding profound aura.
Further on were more than thirty kings. Although they did not have the cultivation of saints, they were still considered powerful figures in the Big Dipper Star Region.
Everyone's face was grim and murderous, devoid of any compassion.
The Buddhist practice of being kind to people applies to those who are obedient.
For those who dare to challenge the authority of Buddhism, Buddhism never hesitates to show its swift and decisive measures.
The Great Buddha Moke raised his hand, and a golden giant appeared in the void.
The giant was a hundred feet tall, its entire body radiating golden light. Its face was indistinct, yet it possessed a solemnity and imposing aura that compelled people to kneel in submission.
The golden body of the Buddha.
It hovered above the head of the Great Buddha of Moke, emanating a terrifying aura that made the entire world pale in comparison.
The twelve saints joined their palms together, chanting Buddhist mantras. Golden Buddhist light resonated with their golden bodies, forming a pillar of light that shot into the sky.
"Let's go." The voice of the Great Buddha of Moke was icy.
The group transformed into golden streaks of light and sped off towards the direction of the Dragon Nest.