Do not return to the north of the sea.
The Buddhist chant that resounded through heaven and earth made the Scorpion King feel like he was facing a formidable enemy. He abandoned Jiang Yuebai and fled.
Jiang Yuebai was almost buried underground and couldn't get out. After a lot of effort, he finally got out of the ground holding the flowerpot.
She shook off the dust, stood up from the barren gravel hill, looked back at the battlefield in the south, and was shocked by the magnificent golden lotus in the yellow sand.
The temple on the mountain is like a tomb, and the golden lotus made of yellow sand grows under the tomb to commemorate the dead.
Jiang Yuebai moved his gaze away from the golden lotus in the yellow sand and looked towards the tiny yet unignorable figure in the sky.
From where she was standing, the figure was no bigger than her palm, but Jiang Yuebai felt as if she was staring at the scorching golden sun, which was scorching her eyes.
That aura reminded Jiang Yuebai of the first time he met the Grand Elder.
"Is that... the incarnation of a god?"
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On the battlefield, everyone surrendered and the monsters were scattered.
Even the three Nascent Soul stage monsters that had not yet emerged from the ground fled decisively, not daring to contend with the God Transformation Stage.
Wu Zong Jin Dan Zhenren and his other disciples looked pale and stayed where they were, not daring to move.
All the Buddhists were overjoyed and bowed honestly with their hands clasped together, because the old man with a white beard in the sky, wearing a cassock and holding a Zen staff, was a Buddha.
The earth shook and the wind raged, but no matter how hard Ruosheng tried, the old monk only had to stand there, and the golden lotus of yellow sand began to collapse from the top, and the sand poured down like a waterfall.
"Ruosheng, why don't you show yourself?"
The old monk asked softly, and yellow sand rolled up from the ground into a long and thin tornado, going straight into the sky, gathering into a human shape in front of the old monk, and then turned back into the appearance of a monk in white.
Seeing him, the eyes of everyone below suddenly became hot.
Ruosheng's eyes were bloodshot as he stared at the old monk, his voice squeezed out from between his teeth.
"You didn't come back then, why are you coming today?!"
Ruosheng had seen the old monk's portrait at his master's place. According to seniority, he had to call the old monk "Grandmaster", "Grandmaster Wuchen"!
"Amitabha, I am late, but it is not too late for you. Come back to the Vajra Platform with me. This is also your master's wish."
"Don't mention him to me! It was you, the King Kong Platform, who didn't want him in the first place! It was you, the King Kong Platform, who watched Prajna Temple perish without saving it. You didn't care about it for so many years? Now I want revenge, why do you want me to turn back?"
If someone is angry and roaring, Monk Wu Chen will always be calm.
“Back when the Nether Sea sealed the ghost clan, I joined forces with the two gods of Guiyuan Sword Sect and Tianyan Sect. I consumed too much of my essence, so much so that my cultivation level almost fell to the level of Nascent Soul.”
"I have been in seclusion until today. When I came out, I saw the letter from your master. He said he had accepted a good disciple and wanted to send you to the Vajra Platform to be taught by me."
"When the Prajna Temple was in trouble, Jin Gang Tai did not receive any letters for help. When he found out later, it was too late. Although I have been in seclusion these years, Jin Gang Tai has visited the Flowing Sand Region many times to look for the surviving disciples of the Prajna Temple. Even now, this task is still prominently displayed on Jin Gang Tai's sect task list."
"That's enough!" Ruosheng interrupted Monk Wuchen, "What's the point of you telling me this now? My master is dead, and Prajna Temple is gone!"
Monk Wuchen sighed, "Since you know that the dead cannot be resurrected, why do you want to implicate innocent people?"
"Innocent?" Ruosheng sneered, "Aren't the people in the Prajna Temple innocent? When they killed them, did they consider the innocent? I killed all these evil people and then built the Pure Land of Buddha. Isn't that good?"
Wu Chen clasped his hands together, "In the universe, the evil ones will not exist, the good ones will live forever, and those who have murderous intentions will be cut off from the universe, and there will be retribution in the vastness. If you continue like this, you will become a demon."
Ruosheng swung his sleeves and said, "If Buddha doesn't save me, I will abandon Buddha and turn to the devil! I don't care about the cause and effect of the world, I just want to have a clear conscience! If you stand in my way today, I will burn myself to death and step over you!"
"As long as I am still alive, I will wipe out all eight major sects in the Flowing Sand Region and rebuild the Prajna Temple on their corpses to commemorate the dead souls!"
Ruosheng's body scattered, and the yellow sand was rolled up and turned into thousands of butcher knives, killing the people below.
"Amitabha."
With a Buddhist chant, the yellow sand butcher knife silently dissipated in the moment of beheading in the horrified eyes of the crowd.
The wind was blowing hard and sand was everywhere. Ruosheng once again gathered his giant hand of yellow sand and slapped the crowd hard.
Gathering again and again, and dispersing again and again.
No matter how hard Ruosheng tries, it will always be like this.
"Why? Why on earth?"
Powerlessness and despair erupted in Ruosheng's heart. Monk Wuchen just stood there quietly, and he looked like a god or Buddha.
All his years of painstaking preparations were wasted, he was unable to do anything, and had to watch helplessly as this group of damned people went from fear to frivolity, with mockery in their eyes, without even a hint of... regret!
Buddha, why do you protect these evil people!
Where is his Buddha
"If you survive, don't be stubborn and follow me back."
Ruosheng appeared, his white clothes as white as snow, standing among the group of disciples from various sects who were holding butcher knives and covered in blood, without being stained by a speck of dust.
Ruosheng's eyes were bloodshot with a hint of moisture in them. His clenched fists gradually loosened and he smiled.
"It seems that today, there really is no way to end peacefully."
As soon as he finished speaking, Ruosheng burned his essence madly. Over the entire Sea of No Return, endless yellow sand rose into the air, and every grain of sand shone brightly with golden light.
Just like the day when Ruosheng was born, the golden light tore through the darkness and illuminated the world.
A mirage appeared in the light, and there was a temple and a Bodhi tree. Under the tree, a monk whose face could not be seen clearly was sitting upright, chanting scriptures.
"When a bodhisattva deeply practices the Prajnaparamita, he sees that the five aggregates are empty and overcomes all sufferings..."
Amidst the waves of Sanskrit chanting, the surging spiritual power of heaven and earth was compressed and condensed in every grain of sand, about to bury everything with the will to destroy everything.
Everyone was pinned down, feeling the fear and despair of death.
"well… "
With a faint sigh, Monk Wuchen threw out the purple gold bowl, and the surging power swept across the entire Sea of No Return in an instant.
All the sands carrying Ruo Sheng's will gathered into a river, rolled up, and were all sucked into the purple gold bowl.
The wind was howling, and Ruosheng was unwilling to give up his anger. However, even if he risked everything, exhausted his essence and even exposed himself, he still could not compete with Monk Wuchen.
The 'body' was about to be completely swallowed up by the purple-gold bowl, and Ruosheng's furious voice resounded through the heavens and earth.
"Wu Chen, when I return, I will definitely overturn this Quicksand Region!!"
boom!
The sand in the purple gold bowl suddenly exploded, and the surging aftermath swept across the world, and everyone was severely knocked away by the air wave.
If you cut off your tail to survive, a handful of yellow sand will disappear into thin air.
Monk Wuchen stood in the sandstorm without moving, and turned to look to the north.
At the same time, on the gravel hill in the north, the flowerpot that Jiang Yuebai placed on the ground suddenly broke, and a stream of yellow sand rushed out from it, heading straight for her face.
At the critical moment, the talismanic light around the flowerpot flashed, and the yellow sand stream hit the light barrier hard.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Jiang Yuebai retreated cautiously, watching the yellow sand stream rushing impatiently and constantly hitting the barrier.
Fortunately, after being tricked by Mo Baichun, she became cautious and had embedded a formation plate under the flowerpot just in case.
"Jiang Yuebai, don't you want the spiritual objects of heaven and earth? As long as you swear to avenge Prajna Temple, I will destroy my spiritual consciousness and let you devour it!!"
There will be two updates during the three days of New Year's Day, no extra updates
(End of this chapter)