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Chapter 2047 Living Buddha Bayan
“The Living Buddha Bayan happens to be at Samye Monastery in Kuozhou City, less than five li from here. It takes less than half an incense stick's time to go there and back! Quickly set off fireworks!”

A whistling arrow shot straight up from the earth into the sky, trailing a long tail, and flew to a height of a hundred feet before suddenly exploding with a bang, and a huge red "卍" firework bloomed in the sky!
A flash of fire pierced through the thick snow, illuminating the entire world! The explosion sounded like a thunderclap, resounding throughout the heavens and earth!
Several miles away, in the Utsang Monastery's main hall halfway up the mountain, the Bayan Living Buddha, who had been meditating with his eyes closed, suddenly opened them!

His gaze was like lightning, seemingly able to pierce through the palace gates and through the thick snow curtains to see the red "卍" firework blooming in mid-air!

Red is a unique signal transmission firework used by the Nyingma school of Tibetan Buddhism!
If the fireworks are white, it is a signal from the Kagyu school, also known as the White Sect.
If the fireworks are yellow, that's a signal from the Gelugpa sect, also known as the Yellow Sect!
The three religions are now outwardly united but inwardly divided. The Holy Venerable's most urgent task is to reintegrate the three religions, which involves purging many old and stubborn forces. The two sides are now at each other's throats, and a great war is about to break out!
Bayan Living Buddha is a supporter and follower of the Holy Venerable. What he wants to do most now is to suppress the arrogance of the Yellow and White sects and lay the foundation for the future integration of the three sects so that the adjustment will not cause serious damage!
The distress fireworks in their eyes meant that the Red Sect disciples were in great trouble. Could they have been surrounded by disciples of the Yellow and White Sects?
Bayan Rinpoche slowly stood up and said softly, "Follow me!"

The dozens of red-robed lamas surrounding him in the hall immediately stood up! Before they could react, the Bayan Living Buddha had already left the hall and disappeared into the snow!
The lamas immediately followed!
Lama Losang and Lama Jigme each stood at one end of the long street, simultaneously pressing their palms together and silently reciting the six-syllable mantra, Om Mani Padme Hum, in order to suppress the arrogance of the musician!
Suppress the Tibetan soldiers to alleviate the harm of the bewitching demonic chant!

The chanting was like thunder, overwhelming and disrupting the sound waves of the Seven Absolute Demon Harp, causing many soldiers to slow down their movements!

The Six-Syllable Mantra of Great Compassion corresponds to the purification of specific karmic obstacles in the six realms of reincarnation.

"Om" purifies arrogance (the Way of Heaven).

"Ma" Purify jealousy (Asura Path)

"Ne" purify greed (humanity)

"Ba" purifies ignorance (animal realm).
"Mi" purifies stinginess (Hungry Ghost Realm)
"Hum" purifies anger (the hell realm).
Xiong Mengyan frowned slightly, and then raised the pitch of her zither to another level!
The sound waves were high-pitched, gradually gaining the power to pierce through clouds and split rocks. In an instant, the stone slabs on the street cracked! The copper bells under the eaves even crackled and popped! Cracks also began to appear on the walls! Fortunately, Xiong Mengyan controlled the attack precisely. The area within several feet around her was not within the attack range, and the entire second floor remained calm. The room with the plate and bowls showed no signs of shattering!

The sound of the zither was like a raging sea, instantly suppressing the chanting of the six-syllable mantra!

The Tibetan soldiers were now covered in blood, and they fought even more desperately!

Snowflakes fell from the sky, the zither music was desolate and high-pitched, the bloody battle on the long street had come to an end, corpses lay everywhere, and blood flowed like a river!
The remaining hundreds of people fought on their own!

They must all be veterans who have been through countless battles, with astonishing combat power. Despite being seriously injured, they persevered and stood firm thanks to their strong willpower!
Cut down the enemy and persevere to the end—it was their deep-seated belief that kept them from falling!

Pang Shiwu took an iron box from his own cart and placed it on the ground. "Shopkeeper, this box of gold should be enough. You can take it away!"

The shopkeeper didn't stand on ceremony. He opened the lid and glanced inside. The dazzling golden light almost blinded him. He immediately said, "Alright, money and goods settled! Young master, could you help me carry this back?"

Pang Shiwu said, "No! If we just go back like this, those Tibetan soldiers' scimitars don't have eyes. What if they cut you? Anyway, this box is heavy. Three or four people can't lift it at all. You just wait here. It's not too late to find someone to help you carry it after those Tibetan soldiers are all dead!"

The shopkeeper said, "Then I'll go find someone to help me now." He was about to leave when Pang Shiwu immediately stopped him, "Don't move! If you leave even a foot away from me, you'll be disturbed by the music, either losing your mind or dying from internal organ rupture!"

The shopkeeper was taken aback. "What do you mean? Are you saying there's something strange about the music?"

Pang Shiwu pointed to the Tibetan soldiers who were killing each other and asked, "Then guess why they are killing each other?"

The shopkeeper pondered for a moment, "You mean, this music has a magical power to disrupt people's normal thinking, and it's this music that makes them lose themselves and kill each other?"

"That's right! So you'd better stay by my side obediently!"

"Then...why am I unharmed when I'm with you?"

"Because... I have an invisible glass bell shield that isolates the demonic sound!"

"When...when will this end? They keep killing..."

"It'll be soon. Miss Xiong is tuning her zither. I estimate that when the final note reaches its highest pitch, all the soldiers will be dead!"

Why aren't you helping?

Pang Shiwu was somewhat surprised. "You actually want me to help kill Tibetan soldiers? Oh, right, I almost forgot, you're Han Chinese, but you're a Tibetan son-in-law. You actually want me to kill Tibetans? Aren't you afraid your wife will find out and make you kneel on an abacus?"

The shopkeeper gave an awkward smile. "They don't have that rule here. My father-in-law will only let me kowtow all the way to the Potala Palace! I see you're clearly in cahoots with that beautiful young female musician in white, so why aren't you helping her?"

Pang Shiwu said, "According to the rules of the martial world, these Tibetan soldiers are all her prey, and she has already made her reservations in advance. We can't interfere now! Unless—she can't handle them!"

As snow fell heavily and the sound of the zither resonated, hundreds of Tibetan soldiers fought a bloody battle. Unfortunately, their enemy was not the Song soldiers, nor the Xia soldiers, nor the Liao soldiers, nor the soldiers of Tuyuhun, Persia, or Uyghur, but themselves!

If they were of sound mind, they would never be so ferocious! Their bravery is no less than that of the tigers of Luoyang in the Song Dynasty; in their conscious state, these Tibetan soldiers would have already been routed! But under the influence of the Seven Deadly Demonic Sounds, they had long forgotten their fear and their own selves! In their eyes, the enemy had become weaker than a wimp; with just a little more effort and a little more perseverance, they could cut the enemy down!
The enemy's attack power seemed to have weakened considerably, and the knife didn't hurt as much as I had expected when it struck me!
Therefore, the perception that the enemy was weak and we were strong, and the belief that we would win in the end, drove them to keep charging forward!

The shopkeeper watched as these young Tibetan soldiers frantically hacked at each other, and the sight of blades slicing into shoulder blades and blood splattering was painful to watch!

"Young master, don't you think it's a bit cruel that the girl in white used her music to incite these people to kill each other like this?"

Pang Shiwu said solemnly, "It's not cruel!"

"But they're all quite young, some are even just kids!"

"Have you considered that if they don't die here today, they'll be outside Gaozhou City, wielding curved swords and hacking at the Han people? You don't really think these so-called children will act like saints and try to reason with the Han people, do you?" The shopkeeper fell silent. Throughout history, those who conquer a city usually allow their troops to plunder; who sends soldiers to preach? If soldiers were to try to reason with the people, they'd be doomed. The people would mistakenly believe the soldiers were easy to bully, seize their weapons, and turn on the enemy soldiers!

Allowing troops to plunder was a reward for the soldiers attacking the city and a deterrent to the people inside; it was a common practice!
Pang Shiwu said, "If we let these Tibetan soldiers go today, countless Han people will fall under their scimitars tomorrow. Whether they are from Shu or Song, they are all innocent people! Letting these Tibetans go may seem merciful, but it is actually cruel to others!"

The shopkeeper stared blankly at Pang Shiwu, "You're eighteen?"

Pang Shiwu said, "Not even eighteen!"

"You have such insight, that's remarkable!"

"Isn't this common sense?"

"Hehe, are you laughing at me?"

"Don't dare!"

Suddenly, a long howl pierced the sky, tearing through the void and completely suppressing the music!

All the Tibetan soldiers stopped moving at the same time, their expressions gradually shifting as if they were waking from a dream. Some of them began to look around, completely bewildered. "What happened? Ouch—why does it hurt so much?"

"Hey? Where's my arm? Where's my arm?" A Tibetan soldier with a severed arm began to shout, and finally broke down in tears!

"This... Duba! Duba! How did you die?"

"Huh? Why am I covered in blood? What happened?"

Xiong Mengyan's face turned gloomy!
The long howl just now caused the strings of the zither to vibrate. Although her fingers were not cut, they were still painful from the vibration, and her finger bones almost broke!
The murderous intent in her eyes grew stronger!
Looks like another expert has arrived!
She suddenly focused her gaze on the strings, thinking: Since you broke my demonic sound with Buddhist chants, then taste the flavor of my musical rain of knives!
With nimble fingers, the melody shifted, and he played "Ambush from Ten Sides"!
The mournful sound of the zither instantly transported the listener to an ancient, desolate battlefield, as if they could see thousands of troops surrounding the Western Chu overlord who was still killing the Han army!
Though there be thousands, I will go!
Countless flying knives, accompanied by the vibrations of the strings, solidified into blades and swarmed down the long street like locusts in the sky!

A continuous rain of swords covered the sky and the sun!

*Pfft pfft pfft—blood splattered all over the bodies of the Tibetan soldiers!*
Aaaaah—screams rose and fell, soldiers one after another! The invisible flying knives came without a trace and went without a trace, impossible to defend against. They were like targets, only able to watch helplessly as they were hit!
When the Living Buddha Bayan arrived at the entrance of Yuelai Restaurant, he was utterly enraged!

The streets were littered with the corpses of Tibetan soldiers, their deaths gruesome and their bodies utterly mangled!
Two thousand soldiers were wiped out, not a single one survived!

Beside them were only two lamas, Losang and Jigme, silently reciting the six-syllable mantra to counter the sound of the zither. At this moment, the two of them finally opened their eyes and saw the solemn and dignified appearance of the Living Buddha. They felt relieved!

If the Living Buddha Bayan didn't arrive soon, the two felt they were sure to die here! They could sense that the musician was constantly increasing his internal strength in playing the zither, and the destructive power of the music was constantly escalating. Before long, their mental states would be broken!

The two immediately went to pay their respects to the Living Buddha Bayan.

The Living Buddha Bayan asked, "Did you two set off the swastika fireworks?"

Losang said, "Yes, Living Buddha."

Bayan Living Buddha said, "It's alright now, I've already broken that person's demonic sound! If I'm not mistaken, the zither used by that musician was the Seven Deadly Demonic Zither, which has a long-standing reputation in the Central Plains martial arts world!"

Lama Jigme said, “Living Buddha, that musician deliberately used his music to bewitch these two thousand soldiers, causing them to kill each other and suffer heavy casualties. It is truly despicable. I beg you, Living Buddha, to send him to the Pure Land!”

Xiong Mengyan heard it all clearly from the second floor!

She sneered inwardly: A living Buddha? Today I'll turn you into a dead Buddha!
She suddenly unleashed her inner strength, and the sound of her zither and flying knives filled the sky, suddenly surging towards the Living Buddha!

With a flick of his sleeve, the Living Buddha Bayan unleashed a powerful gust of wind, instantly scattering all the invisible flying knives in all directions!

"You dare to boast before me, even at the peak of the Ninth Realm!"

Xiong Mengyan snorted coldly: "Arrogant!" She flicked her fingers repeatedly, producing a continuous tinkling sound. The sound was initially like rain pattering on banana leaves, then like the clash of metal. As the sound intensified, she suddenly heard the sound of iron cavalry charging out and the clanging of swords and spears.

First, three or five twangs of the fingers, like arrows whistling through the air; then, the strumming of the bowstring was like thunder, as if one could hear the warhorses neighing in alarm in the Chu camp.

The most extraordinary technique involves an ambush in the middle, where the left hand presses the string as if pressing a sword, while the right hand's fingers move like a rain of arrows. Suddenly, a harmonic sound is heard tearing through the silk, just like when the Overlord commits suicide, with sword light and blood splattering at the same time!
Outside the window, the snow falling heavily suddenly coalesced into a snow dragon!
As the snowflakes gathered, the dragon's body, which initially resembled a snake, grew thicker and thicker until it was a snow dragon with a diameter of about a foot and a length of several feet, swimming freely in the air!
The shopkeeper's eyes widened, and he rubbed them. "This can't be real, can it? Is this an illusion?"

Bayan Living Buddha's eyes suddenly sharpened!

He clasped his hands together, and a gigantic phantom hand appeared in the void, also in a clasped-hands position. "Bold monster!"

Xiong Mengyan suddenly plucked a string on her zither, and the music flowed like water. The snow dragon in the air suddenly pounced towards the Living Buddha!
The Living Buddha sneered and shouted, "Break!" The giant handprint phantom in the void immediately reached out to grab Xue Long!

Xuelong suddenly flashed, circled behind the handprint phantom, and pounced! Its body was as agile as a snake, using all four claws to instantly tear the fist imprint apart!
Bayan was also taken aback!
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