impossible!
This was the first thought that popped into Yangjin's mind after hearing Jianchou's words. Because the legend of the gods and the holy lake could be heard anywhere in the Snow Region, no matter how you think about it, it was just one of the countless beautiful stories made up by the world.
She had heard it as a child, but never believed it.
However, at this moment, there was no sign of joking on the face of the powerful female cultivator from Yashan. Although there was a bit of indescribable strangeness in her clear and lofty eyes, they were full of seriousness and solemnity.
Then an absurd idea came into Yangjin's mind.
What she said seemed to be true. Perhaps this monk from the Central Region had seen the gods of their Snow Region; perhaps she really had a way to make the gods on the Holy Lake appear...
"If you can really make the gods see the light, the gods will naturally tell the whereabouts of the Holy Son and point the way for us." Yang Jin looked at her, but her voice trembled a little because of the sudden faint hope, "The Holy Son represents the Holy Buddha. All the people in the Snow Region believe in him. As long as the Holy Son appears, everyone inside and outside the altar will be awakened, and their faith and incense will be transferred to the Holy Son. In this Snow Region, no one can be above the Holy Son. Not even the Dharma King Baoyin who holds the Houtu Seal."
Understood.
The Holy Son Jiye is the one that countless believers in this snowy region want to worship. He is also far superior to all the Dharma Kings. The holy temple was built because of him, and the holy mountain was raised because of him.
As long as he is there, no one can steal faith beyond him!
Jianchou only remembered the young man who handed her a bunch of snow lotus flowers behind the temple, beside the holy lake, called her "Chagosuba", and then accepted her as a friend.
And the message from the Tantric Zongtu in the Extreme Region back then...
"Eighty-one years from now, you will become my best friend and help me achieve Nirvana."
Somehow, all the details fit together perfectly.
In the Extreme Region, Zongtu informed him of the assertion from the Holy Son Jiye in advance, the old woman who had been the Buddha Mother left a dying wish about the blue finches, the dispute that broke out in the Snow Region many years later and himself who sneaked into the Snow Region, and then met the young Holy Son Jiye, and the vision he saw in the Holy Lake after picking a bunch of blue finches...
Until now.
Jianchou even found it hard to believe that everything he was experiencing seemed to have been calculated by the Holy Son Jiye, and there was nothing unexpected at all.
But she didn't resist or feel disgusted.
Because, from beginning to end, she did not find any malicious conspiracy in this matter. On the contrary, she only felt a pure kindness.
"The Holy Son is Jiye..."
Looking down at the endless, surging crowd of believers in the snowy region below, Jianchou felt extremely complicated and couldn't help but mutter something.
Zen Master Xuelang and others, like Yangjin, did not expect that she would say that she had a way. Qu Zhengfeng was fine, he was mature and steady, and did not show any expression, but the young monk Lekong had already widened his eyes, he could not believe his ears.
Yangjin's eyes never left her.
At this moment, he no longer cared to ask her when she had seen it or why she knew it. He just asked earnestly: "Daoyou Jianchou, are you really sure that you know it?"
"No, I'm not sure." Jianchou laughed, not afraid of scaring Yangjin, and actually shook his head. Just before Yangjin changed, he added, "But it's true that I've seen it before, if the 'god' you're talking about is the same as the 'god' I'm thinking of. Besides, it's better to try every possible means than to have no solution at all."
OK, that seems to be the reason, but why do I feel like something is wrong? Lekong blinked and thought for a long time, but he still couldn't figure it out.
Jianchou didn't explain any more.
She looked at the others and said, "Under the current situation, I'm afraid we need to make more plans before we can take action. Master, His Majesty the Sword Emperor, Senior Yangjin, why don't we find a safer place to make plans first, and then take action?"
Zen Master Xuelang, Qu Zhengfeng and Yangjin naturally had no objections.
But when he was about to leave, Liaokong looked at the people below who were chanting piously, and his face showed a look of pity. He hesitated and wanted to say something.
Jianchou took one look and said calmly, "It can't be saved."
As soon as she said this, she was stunned for a moment, obviously remembering the person who had said something to her.
Zen Master Xuelang looked at her calmly.
But she had already turned around and headed down the other side of the cliff: "At least there is no way to save him now."
The dawn of a new day is approaching.
However, no matter how brilliant the light gushing out from the ground was, it could not attract the believers inside and outside the mandala to take a look. Their haggard faces no longer had any spirit, but their eyes still held fanatical piety. Rays of golden light one after another drained their already limited strength and gathered it all in the huge formation in the sky.
On the holy mountain, the temple stands tall, silent.
Monks in red robes were watching from the snow-white ridge of the holy mountain, while some were walking on the mountain path, their eyes always fixed on the ground below.
A huge deep pit was dug at a higher location.
People were piled up on top of each other at the bottom of the pit, and their cries were continuous, but they seemed so insignificant amid the majestic chanting from the bottom of the mountain, it was even difficult to hear them.
Some people had blood all over their heads and had already fainted; some people still had their eyes open, but their pupils were already dull and dull, numb and calm; others had their limbs broken, and were crawling on top of others, trying hard to climb out of this huge pit, but as soon as they reached the edge, they were kicked back by the monks guarding the pit, and fell into the crowd below...
Begging, crying, praying...
Young, old, and even children of three or five years old who are ignorant of the world, are all here. It is like an underground purgatory.
The bright light of heaven and earth shone down from above, but it could not dispel their panic. Among the countless people, only a dying white-haired old man blinked in fear, looked up and saw the light slanting into the deep pit, and tears welled up in his eyes.
His dry lips trembled, and he shouted in a hoarse voice:
"Holy Son, Holy Son, we take refuge in you, in the Buddha, please save us, please save us!"
But even the people closest to him could not hear such a small sound, and it was soon drowned in the flood of despair, and no trace of it could be found...
There are high steps, one after another, leading to the temple.
The early morning sunlight passed over the formation hanging high in the sky, turned into a sad and strange red color, and fell on the entrance of the Saint's Hall in the center of the temple, but it only shone three feet in and could not move forward even a little bit.
The interior of the temple was filled with a gloomy, physical darkness.
The dark golden talismanic water outlined ancient and weathered symbols on the ground, one after another, forming a circle, and overlapping again and again around the huge Buddha statue in the center. The red-robed masters around it sat cross-legged on the ground, trying to bless it.
Then all the talisman water flowed rapidly like a stream.
Throughout the entire dark hall, supreme Buddhist chants were heard, interweaving with the magnificent chanting in the mandala at the foot of the holy mountain, making it impossible to distinguish one from the other.
Dharma King Baoyin, wearing a crimson robe, sat cross-legged in the center of the formation, in front of the Buddha statue. The golden Sanskrit characters painted on his robe with special materials flowed along with the dark golden talisman water in the formation, giving people an indescribable solemnity.
A middle-aged face with sunken cheeks, protruding temples and drooping eyes.
In the past, in the eyes of countless believers in the Snow Region, this face was undoubtedly the face of Buddha. However, at this moment, one after another strange black air poured out from the formation around him, along his limbs that were close to the ground, climbed up his neck, and climbed to his face, like one hideous centipede after another, converging at the position of his eyebrows.
The black gas gathered more and more, and its shape became more and more ferocious.
As if he was enduring some kind of torture, an expression of unbearable pain appeared on the face of Dharma King Baoyin.
However, he gritted his teeth and endured it.
No one can refuse.
No one wants to say no.
This is the opportunity given to him by the true gods of the universe, allowing him to truly break free from this painful body and completely become the incarnation of heaven and earth, and the incarnation of the ultimate truth!
He had entered Buddhism thousands of years ago, and had even experienced the most glorious and brilliant era between ancient and modern times. He watched the mediocre Baji ascend to heaven, the witch Luye ascend to heaven, and even Buyu, who was originally nothing, ascended to heaven.
But he didn't.
For hundreds of years, he has been trapped in the boundaries; for hundreds of years, he has been unable to make any progress; hundreds of years have passed, and he is still the Dharma King of the Tantric Buddhism, unable to touch the illusory gate of the Shangxu Immortal Realm!
How can I be willing
How can I accept my fate
The way of heaven is unfair, the rules are unfair, then the original ruler of this universe should take control of everything again, destroy this blind way of heaven, destroy these ignorant people in the world, and destroy all existences that dare to stop him!
No matter, it’s the people of the world, the laws of nature, or even the Buddha who is watching over him from above but never shows any mercy to him!
Hundreds of black air crawled out from the ground close to the formation, just like crawling out from the darkest part of people's hearts, and condensed at his brows bit by bit, and the shape became clearer and clearer.
It turned out to be a strange black eye!
There was no brilliance, no spirit, and it seemed like a dead object without any vitality, but it seemed to be connected to another empty space that no one could peek into, vast and boundless. The owner of the black eyes was in this space, looking through the eyebrows of the Dharma King of the Precious Seal, peeking at the absurd world of this side...
The sun rose higher and higher, but it could never illuminate the deep darkness of the temple. The cold sunlight could not melt the eternal ice and snow on the plateau. It only added a strange touch of paleness to this silent and noisy snowy area.
At the foot of the holy mountain, Yangjin handed a conch shell to Jianchou and said, "I think you have guessed it. This object is a sacred object commonly used in the holy temple and is closely related to the Tantric Buddhism. It is impossible to detect who holds this object by the method of elimination. So when you sneak in later, as long as you hold this object, you will not be detected by the protective formation of the holy temple."
Jianchou reached out to take it and tried it.
It turns out that this conch shell is ownerless and cannot be identified by blood. As long as spiritual power is injected into it, it can be activated and automatically emit a circle of soft light.
As soon as she thought about it, the light suddenly disappeared, and only the breath belonging to the conch was still floating in the void.
Previously, Yangjin used this thing to protect them as they moved forward and emitted light so that they could clearly know the range covered by the light of the conch. In fact, when using it, it only needs to emit enough aura, and the light will be a hindrance.
At this moment, they were in a dense forest at the foot of the mountain. It was cold and sparsely populated here. There was not a single believer or monk to be seen, not even snakes, insects, rats or ants.
A day had passed and they had worked out a plan.
Finding the Son of God is the key to victory in this battle, but if they fail, they still have to find a way to destroy this terrifying formation in the mandala, and the key to its destruction lies in the temple.
Based on Jianchou's understanding of formations, every formation should have a center. It is easy to imagine that the people of Xinmi would not be so stupid as to set the center of the formation in the mandala that anyone can enter. Therefore, it must be set on the holy mountain. And judging from the arrangement of the formation, it should be set in the Saint Hall in the center of the temple.
It has two main functions.
The first is sacrifice, which is mainly to sacrifice the gathered power to a certain existence, but it is still unknown which existence it is; the second is to open. According to Yang Jin, the Saint's Hall was the place where Tantric monks were sent to the extreme realm for reincarnation training, to gain insights and strength in reincarnation. The eye of the formation is set in the Saint's Hall, and it must be to use the power of sacrifice to open the door to the Yin and Yang worlds.
Regardless of whether Xinmi set up this formation for sacrifice or for the purpose of opening, it is not good news for them.
We must fight, and we must fight now.
Any later, and God knows what would have happened.
So after the discussion, everyone built a teleportation array in a secret place as quickly as possible, and carefully investigated the situation around the holy mountain. After making sure that there were no more abnormalities, they gathered here again.
The plan they finally decided on was simple and thrilling at the same time.
Since Jianchou knew how to make the gods in the holy lake appear, it was natural for her to sneak into the temple again, go to the holy lake to awaken the gods, and then find the trace of the Son of God.
Once the Son of God appears, he will be able to take away the power of Xinmi's holy sacrifice.
Because the people who chanted devoutly didn't know why they were chanting, and their power was also ownerless and directionless. But the Holy Son, as a hundred generations of Buddha, was immortal in the thousands of years of legends in the Snow Region. Almost everyone had his shadow in their hearts. As long as he could appear in front of everyone, they would immediately turn to him because of their piety.
By then, even the Dharma King Baoyin who holds the Houtu Seal will not be able to control such a powerful force. It will be easy to destroy Xinmi.
"Just in case, we should also keep two plans." Qu Zhengfeng sat opposite the others, glanced at Jianchou who was playing with the conch shell, and said, "Going deep into the enemy's territory alone is a big taboo. If things go well and we can summon the mysterious Son of God, then that will be easy. But what if it doesn't work?"
"If it doesn't work, I will naturally retreat."
Although she felt that this matter could not fail, because more than 80 years ago, someone had predicted what would happen now. But such things could not be brought up, and no one knew what the variables would be, so she just smiled at the solemn faces of the crowd.
"This is a matter of life and death, so every move cannot be taken lightly. Once I see the Holy Son, I will use the communication beads to inform you of the news. It will take time to open the teleportation array, and someone must stay here to look after it, just in case, so I will trouble Master Xuelang and His Majesty the Sword Emperor. As for the temple..."
When she said this, her expression suddenly became a little strange, her eyes fell on Yangjin, and then on Kong.
At this moment, Liaokong felt an inexplicable chill on his back.
"Jian, Jianchou, why are you looking at me like this all of a sudden?"
"I just thought of a way to make a feint to the east and attack in the west." Jianchou smiled, not showing the heavy pressure before the battle. "Your Majesty the Sword Emperor is right. It is really dangerous for me to go deep into the temple alone. If I am discovered, the consequences will be disastrous. But if someone else attracts Xinmi's attention somewhere else, or even attacks at the same time as me and destroys their formation in the temple, it should be much safer."
"ah?"
Lekong never thought that he was smart. After hearing what Chou said, he hadn't figured it out at all. He blinked and was a little dazed. It took him a long time to react.
"Senior sister, you don't want me to go, do you?"
"Yes, it's you."
A rare mischievous smile appeared on Jianchou's delicate face, which looked unusually bright under the gloomy sky.
"You and Senior Yangjin, split up into two groups and sneak up from the left and right sides of the Holy Mountain respectively. When you reach the Saint's Hall where the core of the formation is, you can start. It doesn't matter if you don't understand the formation. You can kill people, right?"
"Kill, kill, this little monk won't..."
When Liaokong heard the word "kill", his face turned pale and he shook his head repeatedly.
Jianchou was speechless and changed the topic: "Then beating people will be fine, right?"
"That's true." But Luo Kong thought about it and returned to the previous question, "But Senior Sister Jianchou, my cultivation is insignificant..."
"It's okay, it's fine if you go."
Jianchou was not worried at all. When he saw Kong's nervous and awkward look, he couldn't help but laugh.
Zen Master Xuelang also smiled.
Only Yangjin and Qu Zhengfeng, who had little contact with Lekong in the past and knew nothing about Lekong's power, felt puzzled and bewildered.
But neither Jianchou nor Zen Master Xuelang had any intention of explaining.
The setting sun in the sky quickly sank into the west. At midnight on the third day after leaving Tomorrow's Star Sea, they finally began the most substantial action.
Jianchou went to the Holy Lake to look for the Holy Son;
Zen Master Xuelang and Qu Zhengfeng stayed where they were, waiting for the message to start transmission, and they were the real backup in this battle;
Yangjin and Liaokong sneaked in to help and relieve Jianchou's pressure.
Each of the five people has their own responsibilities, which are very clear.
When she wore the conch shell and quietly stepped onto the holy mountain again, Jianchou thought she would be very nervous because she was about to face an unknown battle of life and death, and she was not absolutely sure of winning. But in fact, her heart was extremely calm at this moment.
The blue delphinium blooms at night, like a bird spreading its wings for takeoff.
She bent down and picked a bunch of flowers, not to join a fierce battle that would ignite the entire 19 continents, but to fulfill a long-awaited appointment to meet a "close friend" who had made her curious for eighty-one years but was still a stranger to her.