In the direction of the main hall, the seated statue of Vajra King, as bright as gold, stood up from the platform little by little with the sound of "clicking, clicking, clicking".
Dust mixed with stone powder and incense ash kept falling from his body, and his figure became taller and taller, almost hitting the glass lamp above the hall.
Perhaps because Zhao Long returned the power of the Ming Wang, it alarmed the Buddhist Ming Wang who was nowhere to be found, and this statue of the Ming Wang finally descended into the incarnation of the Ming Wang.
“Dong…” “Dong…” “Dong…” “Dong…”…
The heavy footsteps of Ming Wangshen were heard, and he walked out of the hall, slowly bending down and crossing the threshold.
The cassock that originally formed part of the hard statue on his body gradually became soft, like a real huge piece of clothing. The more he walked, the smaller the clay sculpture of the entire incarnation of Mingwang felt, and instead became more like an ancient golden Buddha.
At this moment, the height of this ancient Buddha is more than two meters. Although it is still much smaller than Lu Shanjun's monster body, it is definitely also a huge monster. More importantly, the Buddhist halo is shining behind him, and he is surrounded by Buddhist sounds and scriptures. It has a solemn and majestic aura of Buddhism.
Lu Shanjun steadied his body and caught a glimpse from the corner of his eye that Zhao Long was still turning a deaf ear to the Buddha and dissipating the power of the Ming Wang on his body. He sneered at the approaching ancient Buddha.
"The incarnation of the Buddha's Mingwang?"
The ancient golden Buddha stepped over the courtyard wall and stood in the square. He also glanced at Zhao Long before looking at Lu Shanjun.
"Well done, you will understand my true and wonderful Dharma and practice infinite Zen!"
The ancient Buddha slowly put his hands together, and the next moment, without any extra words, he suddenly clapped his right palm, and the golden giant palm gathered the method of suppressing the mountain. In Lu Shanjun's eyes, it was as if a mountain was pressing down, and there was a feeling that there was no escape.
“Ahhh—”
Lu Shanjun roared fiercely, and demonic flames suddenly rose on his body, as if an endless fire had ignited, occupying half of the temple square. Black wind was wrapped around his sharp claws, and there was endless demonic energy.
brush…
A huge claw of light came forward accompanied by a strong wind.
"Boom..."
Thunder roared suddenly out of nowhere. The incarnation of Ming Wang took a step back, while Lu Shanjun simply slid backwards with his four limbs clawing at the ground, leaving deep grooves all along the square of Daming Temple.
The sound of the ancient Buddha's mantra exploded.
"Om... Ma... Ni... Ba... Mi... Hum..."
With every word that came to light, endless golden light flashed. Rounds of light spread out, sweeping across the entire Daming Temple and several peaks of Xiaoliang Mountain. At the same time, with every mantra that sounded, a giant golden palm would fall towards Lu Shanjun as if out of nowhere.
“Boom…” “Boom…” “Boom…” “Boom…” “Boom…” “Boom…” “Boom…”
After six strikes, Lu Shanjun's huge demon body had already flown backwards away from the hill where Daming Temple was located, and with a loud bang, it slammed heavily onto the hillside hundreds of feet away.
There were broken trees and collapsed rocks on the mountain, making a deafening noise and billowing smoke and dust all around.
"Is it possible that he is just the incarnation of Ming Wang so powerful?"
Lu Shanjun was terrified. He had already been injured by those few blows just now and felt a dull pain in his body. With his current level of cultivation, some minor problems would not have any impact at all. At most, the pain would be temporary and would not last long. Therefore, he was sure that it would be more difficult to fight head-on.
But this ancient Buddha is not as calm as he appears. At least there are several claw marks on the robes on his chest, revealing the golden skin underneath. And this skin is not intact either. Although the broken surface is very shallow, it also reveals the mud and dust of the statue inside.
This made Lu Shanjun understand that although this golden-bodied ancient Buddha now looked like a human being, it was not the real Mingwang himself. In essence, it was still a clay sculpture and could be broken.
The demonic aura on the mountainside became stronger and stronger, and endless demonic flames once again colored half of the sky, forming the phantom of a strange beast, as if an extremely huge demon beast was lying on several opposite peaks.
"Sitting Buddha Vajra King, Zhao Long and I have already made an agreement. Today, there is a cause and effect between him and me. This matter has nothing to do with Buddhism. Moreover, did the monks of Daming Temple ask Zhao Long about his wishes before passing on the power of Vajra King? You, the Sitting Buddha Vajra King, have you asked him about his own wishes?"
Lu Shanjun's roaring roar resounded throughout the entire Xiaoliang Mountain. The rumbling sound at the end was so loud that the woodcutters in the distance on the mountain thought that a thunderstorm was about to begin.
The ancient Buddha's halo was bright, and his sight passed over the phantoms of the demonic flames on the peaks, swept to the distant mountainside, and looked directly at the monster's real body.
Of the six palms just now, only the first two felt any force, as the next four palms all hit the demonic flame and the wild wind. This evildoer's ability to control the wind has reached the level of perfection, and he has even displayed various other magical powers.
Moreover, it has a tiger body, a human face, and long beard and ears. It looks majestic even though it is not a god. It seems to be sensible and domineering. The shadow created by the sweep of its tail behind it seems that it may have multiple tails.
This is already a strange beast that has never been seen before. If it can really grow multiple tails, I am afraid it will become a great monster in the future. It is not advisable to consume it slowly, and it needs to be suppressed with thunder and lightning.
"The Dharma is boundless, the Dharma is immeasurable..."
The mighty Buddhist sound rang out, the ancient Buddha closed his eyes, and the Buddhist Dharma halos in the sky gathered downwards. The golden light on the ancient Buddha's body became brighter and brighter. Pieces of colorful light appeared from the sky, painting the clouds in the sky into a rainbow of colors, and the layers of clouds also changed accordingly, forming the appearance of the Vajra King.
"The mind of emptiness and tranquility is like the sitting Vajra King. The Dharma image is summoned. Not remembering all Dharma is called meditation. Knowing that the mind is empty is called seeing the Buddha..."
The Buddhist sound did not sound slowly and gradually, but it was as if there were multiple Buddhist sounds of the same voice, with countless Buddhist scriptures sounding in a short period of time.
The colorful clouds kept changing in the Buddhist music, and at the same time slowly descended. Finally, when they gathered and approached the Daming Temple, they turned into golden color, and actually gathered towards the golden body of the ancient Buddha.
The original incarnation of Mingwang suddenly grew taller and bigger again, while the Buddha's body slowly sat cross-legged at this moment. At the same time, the Buddha's light became brighter.
Lu Shanjun felt a great deal of pressure, and he felt that the momentum of the incarnation of the Ming Wang in front of him was rising continuously. If he had felt that he was a strong and difficult opponent just now, then now he seemed unattainable and difficult to resist.
"This sitting Ming Wang wants to kill me!?"
As soon as this thought came to his mind, the Sitting Ming Wang opened his eyes and shouted loudly.
"You evildoer, you will bring disaster to the world and cause great suffering to all living beings in the future. I cannot let you go! Let me save you. Suppress...!"
As the word "Zhen" came out, the ancient Buddha did not move at all, but Lu Shanjun suddenly felt a sharp increase in pressure on his limbs, as if he was being crushed.
But after the monster's body trembled, it was not directly pressed to the ground as the ancient Buddha wished. A golden shadow of a mountain appeared on its body, which only made the monster's body tremble but could not press it down.
Lu Shanjun gathered all his strength, stretched his body and raised his head.
"You are just an incarnation of a Ming Wang, and you really think you have boundless Buddhist teachings?"
With an angry roar, Lu Shanjun's demonic body exploded, and he suddenly pushed away the mountain above his head and leaped away.
The ancient Buddha spoke again: "Mountain!"
As the word "mountain" was pronounced, the virtual image of the mountain seemed to become real. Overwhelming pressure poured down, and the virtual images of the demon flames on several peaks were shattered. With a "boom", Lu Shanjun was pressed back heavily in mid-air.
Although the ancient Buddha looks relaxed, he has actually used the strongest means that this incarnation can use. Once the four mantras of "Zhenshan Jiangmo" are all spoken, the power of this incarnation of the Mingwang will be exhausted. However, although this strange beast and monster is strong, the Sitting Mingwang is confident that he can suppress it, or at least seriously injure it and press it under Xiaoliang Mountain, and then the monks of Daming Temple will be able to kill it.
“Ahh… Ahhh…”
Lu Shanjun was furious. The most uncomfortable thing was that his demonic power was suppressed at the point where it was about to be used, and he was unable to use his full strength. It would be too frustrating if this continued.
Just when he was about to fight to the death.
Brush~brush~
Two yellow streaks of light with powdery luster flashed past Lu Shanjun.
Two golden-armored warriors appeared, their bodies rose from the ground and continued to expand. They were much larger than the normal golden-armored warriors that Ji Yuan had used. When their bodies expanded to three feet high in an instant, the two warriors raised their arms to hold up the sky.
"Bang~" "Bang~"
There were two loud bangs, and the strong man held up the phantom of the mountain in the sky with his four hands.
“Boom boom boom boom…”
The entire Xiaoliang Mountain was shaking. The arms and legs of the two golden-armored warriors were bent by the pressure, but in the next few breaths, the yellow scarves on their bodies fluttered, and Lu Shanjun also mustered up his strength to stand up again. The golden-armored warriors also slowly stood up and stretched out their legs and arms.
All of a sudden, the pressure on Lu Shanjun suddenly eased, and all the demonic power in his body gushed out. More importantly, a strong sense of excitement arose in his heart.
Even though it was the first time he saw the Yellow Turban Warrior, how could Lu Shanjun, who had heard Hu Yun talk about such an iconic general many times, not recognize him
'The Golden Armor Warrior is a guardian god created by my master. My master is nearby!'
On the square of Daming Temple, the seated Mingwang's eyes flashed with brilliance as he stared at Lu Shanjun in the distance and the two huge golden-armored warriors beside him. Then he raised his head slightly and saw a man in white standing on the clouds and looking at him.
There was no other words, and after a few breaths, the ancient Buddha's voice sounded again.
"drop!"
The Buddha's light rose up and the huge mountain turned from virtual to real, pressing down towards Lu Shanjun and the two golden-armored warriors. The ridge over there kept cracking, and the entire mountain was sinking and even collapsing.
"magic!"
As the last mantra of Buddha's voice fell, the Buddha's light mountain took on the colors of mountains and rivers, as if turning the virtual into reality.
Just the same moment.
"Zheng..."
The sharp and sonorous sound of the sword drowned out all the scriptures and roars in a brief moment. A bright silver light also drowned out all the evil flames and Buddha's light in a fleeting moment.
The Qingteng Sword slashed with almost all its strength, and the sword light instantly flashed across the mountain.
“Crack, crack…”
A thin crack appeared on the demon-suppressing mountain from bottom to top, and it was constantly expanding. The endless Buddhist light on it was also cut off.
A yellow light flashed on the bodies of the two golden-armored warriors.
“Drink~~~” “Drink~~~”
With a rough roar, they pushed forward and each pushed away their half of the mountain. Then their right arm blurred and disappeared, and when they appeared again, their fist had already touched the bottom of the mountain.
“Boom…” “Boom…”
The demon-suppressing mountain had already had its essence cut off by the magic sword, and now it was shattered by one blow from two strong men.
Woo… Woo…
The infinite remaining Buddha's light turned into an impact, sweeping the surroundings with a strong gale. The trees in the mountains swayed, sand and rocks flew, and all the monks on the Daming Temple side lowered their bodies, turned their backs or covered their faces to block the raging sandstorm.
The ancient Buddha's palms bounced away at the moment the mountain was shattered, and his body tilted slightly.
Ji Yuan stepped on the cloud and landed on the square of Daming Temple. He looked at the gigantic incarnation of Mingwang from less than ten feet away. With his Dharma Eye, he could see that the clay sculpture on the ancient Buddha's body could no longer hold on.
After all, we were just waiting for the incarnation of Mingwang to pour all the Buddhist teachings into that mountain. It would be better to destroy it than to attack the ancient Buddha directly.
"My Lord, please stop caring about this matter, okay?"
The ancient Buddha looked at the tiny man in white in front of him and thought he was just an ordinary person, but beneath the surface, he could also see the magic of the dust and sand approaching him and the clear and bright breath flowing through him.
"You are also a Taoist cultivator. This monster invaded my Buddhist temple and wanted to eat my monks. It would be fine if you didn't help, but why did you help him?"
Ji Yuan shook his head.
"You have your thoughts, I have my reasons, even Monk Jueming has his own choices. Lu Shanjun did offend a little, so I apologize to the King Ming on his behalf. But I still say the same thing, the King Ming should not be involved in this matter."
Ji Yuan paused for a moment, then spoke.
"The Ming King is the supreme Buddha. The right and wrong of today should be clear to everyone. There is no need for me to say more. The Buddha's Dharma is boundless and immeasurable, but the incarnation of the Ming King cannot bear the immeasurable Dharma. The incarnation should just disperse."
The ancient Buddha was silent for a moment, then put his palms together again, performed the Buddhist salute, and looked down at Ji Yuan.
"Your Majesty has great Dharma. I hope you can keep the monks of Daming Temple safe while you are here."
Ji Yuan then smiled and bowed in return to the seated Ming Wang.
"My Lord, rest assured. Even if I am not here, the monks of Daming Temple will be safe."
The ancient Buddha took a look at the monster with a tiger body and a look of surprise on its face. It turned out that the monster had been enlightened.
"Good..."
As the vast sound fell, the ancient Buddha incarnation of the Sitting Vajra King could no longer hold on. It began to lose its luster from the bottom, turned into a clay sculpture again, and began to collapse upwards little by little.