I'm only one year old, what the hell is the counterattack system?

Chapter 460 Sword Dao Ancestor Chen Yi

When Mount Ling appeared, Buddhism flourished, which naturally brought joy to some and hatred to others.

Those powerful figures on Mount Taizhou who were familiar with the "Pure Land of Ultimate Bliss," or those cultivators who had been harmed by the "Pure Land of Ultimate Bliss," were both shocked and terrified.

It's hard to describe those complicated feelings.

Vajra Realm.

Of the temples and pagodas that once stretched across the entire continent, only one in ten remains.

Everywhere on the land, there are ruins and fragments of black tiles and white walls scattered on the mountains, covered by weeds and withered trees.

Some monks dressed in simple robes were on the ruins, holding vajras and storage implements, clearly having been clearing the ruins on the mountainside.

At this moment, the magnificent Lingshan Palace filled the sky, occupying the entire expanse.

Furthermore, strands of Buddhist merit and vows were bestowed upon them, enhancing their cultivation and physical bodies, causing these people to have extremely complex expressions.

Of course, there were also individual monks who sat cross-legged on the ground, actively absorbing the Buddha's light.

"Amitabha Buddha, the Buddha is merciful. The Buddha's light shines brightly on Mount Taizhou, bringing great benefits to many disciples of our Buddhist sect."

"Unfortunately, the 'General' and 'Pure Land of Bliss' have a deep-seated hatred for our Vajra Temple, so the abbot will probably find it difficult to lead us to worship at the foot of Mount Ling."

"Be careful!"

"How could such villains be worthy of our worship? Even if they did not slaughter my Vajra Realm or my Vajra Temple, the 'General' and his ilk are vicious by nature and not Buddhists. So what if he obtained the sacred mountain?"

“This… Junior Brother, things are not what they used to be. The Buddhist sect in the Vajra Realm is in decline, and only one-tenth of the Buddhist teachings remain. Even if we are unwilling to accept this, how can we possibly go and pay our respects?”

"Fine, I won't bow!"

"We practice Buddhism to save all sentient beings, and we don't necessarily have to regard Mount Ling as the most revered place!"

“Huixian is right. If we focus on the Vajra Path, we can also cultivate into Vajra Arhats and Wrathful Vajras. We don’t need the Lingshan Grand Hall!”

The old monk of Jingang Temple listened to the discussions outside, his eyes turning cold as he looked up at the sky, his previous kind and gentle expression gone.

He could feel that his Buddhist practice was no longer as aimless as before. Strands of merit and vows condensed into a golden body, all pointing towards the Mahavira Hall on the horizon.

With just a thought, he could instantly become a Buddha.

It is not the "Buddha" in name, but a real Buddha who resides in the Mahavira Hall of the Leiyin Ancient Temple on Mount Ling.

The Arhatship and even the Bodhisattvaship are easily attained.

Looking at the sacred mountain in the sky, a smile suddenly appeared on the old monk's sinister face.

It was a maniacal smile.

This made his face wrinkled and deeply furrowed, like a layer of withered tree bark covering his bones, making him look ferocious and terrifying.

"Ho ho... Ha ha... Buddha, Buddha!"

"I have cultivated diligently for thousands of years, and this is how I have attained Buddhahood. How could I possibly bow down like this?"

"Sun Xushi, you thieving bald man who stole the inheritance of Mount Ling, you bandit!"

"You don't deserve it, you don't deserve it—"

The old monk had probably gone mad, roaring ferociously at the sky, more ferocious than the most vicious demons in the world.

The golden Buddhist merit and vows that were originally on his body turned golden-red with his roar, and strands of crimson divine intent eroded the golden crown that appeared behind his head.

It was as if blood had been used to paint on that golden crown, forming twisted and bizarre Sanskrit characters.

Upon closer inspection, one can also see that the Sanskrit characters are arranged according to certain rules.

Or rather—the Way.

It is a more bizarre, strange, and distorted principle than the Buddhist principles of merit and vows.

The Daoze had just appeared.

The old monk's hunched and thin body visibly filled out, becoming plump and upright, and even his withered and cracked skin became translucent.

Soon, the old monk transformed into a handsome young monk.

With thick eyebrows, large eyes, a high nose bridge, full lips, and fair skin, even wearing that tattered monk's robe could not conceal his handsome features.

In addition, the nine rings on his head disappeared one by one, leaving them smooth and shiny as if they had never been applied.

These changes all happened in an instant, and the old monk, seemingly oblivious, continued to laugh hysterically.

Amidst the laughter, there were faint growls, like a bloodthirsty demon venting its rage.
"In this life, I will no longer be a monk, no longer do good deeds, will not fall into monastic life, and will not cultivate merit... I only wish that the world would be like Asura, a blood-soaked hell!"

After he finished speaking, his immense power of merit and vows suddenly turned blood red.

The supernatural power and divine will then transformed from a Vajra Bodhisattva into a three-headed, six-armed demonic Asura with a ferocious face, blue face, and fangs.

The gentle and warm aura of merit and vows also transformed into a fierce and bloodthirsty aura.

Strands of crimson Asura divine intent surged from his body, spreading outwards and quickly extending beyond the Vajra Temple to the entire Vajra Realm.

Those monks who were meditating cross-legged, those monks who were looking up at Mount Ling, felt a strange sense of evil.

Looking down and scanning the area, I found nothing.

It was as if a cool breeze had simply blown by and dissipated into the world.

However, some monks with high levels of cultivation and supernatural abilities noticed the previous anomaly and frowned, saying:

"It seems like something just passed by, an evil aura, somewhat like demons and evil spirits."

"I noticed it too, but with the Buddha's light shining brightly right now, how could a demon appear in the Vajra Realm?"

"It's impossible that someone took advantage of the emergence of Mount Ling to invade my Vajra Realm, right?"

"Absolutely impossible!"

"The old abbot's cultivation has now broken through to the Celestial Immortal realm, and his Buddhist teachings have reached the tenth level of supernatural powers. Ordinary great masters are no match for him."

"Unless the old demon leads the people of the Demon Realm to come in person, it is impossible for any demon to invade my Vajra Realm again."

"What if it's the 'Pure Land of Ultimate Bliss'?"

"them……"

The monk paused, then pointed to the sacred mountain in the sky and said:

"They're all still inside Mount Ling, how could they possibly be here?"

"You said..."

Before he could finish speaking, a middle-aged monk dressed in a golden robe suddenly twisted his body.

Like a centipede, its joints twist and turn from foot to head.

"What, what happened...my body..."

He stared wide-eyed in horror at his body, feeling the changes within him.

Just as he was about to ask for help, he looked up and saw that the monks and nuns around him were all writhing and twisting, as if they were possessed by something and were out of control.

Moreover, the golden Buddhist merit and vows that originally shone on them turned blood red, just like the old monk of Vajra Temple, as if they were his divine manifestations.

"Why, why..."

"What happened?"

"How could that be? Today, Mount Ling has appeared in the world, and Buddhism is flourishing. We, even if we cannot become Buddhas on the spot, should at least make progress in the Dharma."

"Why, why, why!?" The monks had no idea what was happening. Amidst their wails, they were transformed into blood-red, robust monsters—blue-faced with fangs, bulging muscles, and strong, muscular builds, even taller than ordinary people.

They looked just like red-skinned barbarians.

In just a quarter of an hour, all the monks in the entire Vajra Realm had turned into these monsters.

After doing all this, the handsome young monk in the Vajra Temple revealed an evil smile.

"From this day forward, my name is 'Rakshasa Emperor,' and you are my subjects, named 'Asura,' hahaha..."

"The Asura Lord is ruthless and bloodthirsty, unlike the hypocritical and sanctimonious Buddhism. He just kills!"

"Kill, kill, kill!"

"Slaughter all living beings on Mount Taizhou, and I will be the master of everything!"

The young monk laughed wildly, tilting his head back and glaring with his blood-red eyes at Mount Ling, the Thunder Sound Temple, "General" Sun Xushi, Monk Fuchen, and the others in the sky, roaring:
"If Buddhism is corrupt, then I will rebel against Buddhism!"

"What can you, 'General,' do to me?!"

"Haha... This old monk has realized that being a wicked person is the right path, and your 'Pure Land of Ultimate Bliss' is the true way!"

"If only I had known this would happen, if only I had known this would happen... why should I have stayed inside the Vajra Temple? I should have just killed them!"

Amidst the laughter, a series of shouts echoed throughout the entire Vajra Realm:
"May our ancestor live ten thousand years, his merits unparalleled!"

"May our ancestor live ten thousand years, his merits unparalleled!"

"This old monk will live for a thousand years! My men, let's slaughter them until the heavens and earth are turned upside down..."

……

Kendo Heaven.

The sword cultivator patriarch also noticed the appearance of the sacred mountain in the sky. As he looked up at it, his mind was inevitably agitated.

"Master Mu Zi, I hope you are right."

“Sun Xushi has now activated the ancient spiritual mountain inheritance, and with a group of Bodhisattvas and Arhats by his side, he is now fully powerful. If he were to kill indiscriminately, I fear the entire Tai Zhou Mountain would be devastated.”

The sword cultivator patriarch, named Yue Haoran, also known as Haoran Sword Master, possessed a cultivation level that, while slightly weaker than Zhao Muzi's, was still comparable to the old abbot of the Vajra Temple.

Seeing the strong rise of "Pure Land of Bliss", it would be a lie to say he wasn't worried.

However, before he could ponder for long, a familiar figure suddenly appeared in his mind's perception.

"Jingming? Why are you back ahead of schedule?"

The visitor was none other than Lei Jingming, who was on his way to explore the secret realm of Marshal Tianpeng's mansion in the Weak Water Realm.

He rushed back, not even bothering to notice the appearance of the ancient spiritual mountain's inheritance, and landed directly before the Sword Dao Ancestor, bowing and saying:

"Master, I have something important to report."

Sword Dao Ancestor Haoran Sword Master frowned slightly and asked in a deep voice, "Has something happened in the Weak Water Realm?"

Lei Jingming was taken aback, then quickly nodded and said, "So Master already knows. Then this disciple would like to request that Master move to the Weak Water Realm. May I ask if you..."

"Move over?"

"Yes, the principles of the sword have manifested in the world. This disciple has come specifically to report to Master, this time..."

Before he could finish speaking, Sword Master Haoran raised his hand to interrupt him, asking with a strange expression:
"What did you just say? What Dao principle has appeared?"

"Sword Dao, Master, haven't you noticed? Among the great Dao principles on Mount Taizhou, there is already a rudimentary form of a sword Dao principle."

"kendo……"

Without asking any further questions, Haoran Sword Master made a sword finger gesture with his right hand, and a wisp of sword light appeared in front of him.

The small, crystalline sword light contained a restrained divine power and intent, as if it were wrapped in boundless killing intent.

In his eyes, that small flying sword should have been dominated by the divine powers and intentions in his mind, with the principles of water and fire as secondary, but now there was a third line of principles.

However, that principle was extremely faint, only an inch long, and it was difficult to see its evolution without careful observation.

"Yes, it's true."

"It truly is the Way of the Sword. The sword is the master of killing and destruction, representing the extreme of the West. It is the Way of the Sword, the Way of Sharpness and Destruction..."

The Sword Master Haoran looked at the extremely faint and thin Dao principle, his face showing a strange expression that was neither a smile nor a cry.

Lei Jingming, who was standing to the side, was well aware of the situation and belatedly said:
“Master, that is indeed the Dao of Sword. It doesn’t matter that you didn’t know before. Now I have found a sword cultivator who possesses the Dao of Sword, and I was just about to ask you to go with me to find him.”

Upon hearing this, Sword Master Haoran snapped out of his daze, grabbed him, and flew away.

As he left Sword Dao Heaven, he cursed through telepathy, "How could you say such an important thing out loud? You should tell it through telepathy."

"That's a sword cultivator who possesses the principles of swordsmanship. What if his identity is exposed and he's overheard by villains, endangering his life?"

“Jingming, how could you be so reckless? I always thought you had matured a lot and become more composed, but I never expected this…”

After grumbling for a while, Sword Master Haoran finally asked, "Quickly tell your master, what is the name of that sword cultivator who possesses the Dao of Swords, and where is he now?"

Lei Jingming gave a wry smile, but didn't feel there was anything wrong with being scolded. He replied telepathically:

"That person is Chen Yi, whom you saw earlier who cultivates the killing sword path, and he is also the one who joined Xun Wangtian."

"Chen Yi? The White Tiger Divine Intent, the ultimate in killing intent? He has cultivated the Dao of the Sword?"

"Yes, yes, with his talent and divine intent in swordsmanship, it is indeed possible for him to cultivate the rudiments of swordsmanship principles."

Haoran Sword Master understood and, knowing what was going on, nodded with a smile and said, "Congratulations! Now we sword cultivators also have the guidance and blessing of the Dao. Haha, from now on, sword cultivators will no longer be scolded by other cultivators as rootless water."

"Jingming, not bad, you're very good."

Lei Jingming smiled as well and quickly replied, "Then let's hurry to the Weak Water Realm, Master."

"In a few days, Chen Yi and the others will come out of Marshal Tianpeng's mansion. At that time, Master will be able to welcome Chen Yi together with Daoist Zhao Muzi."

"Speaking of which, Chen Yi is currently working closely with Mu Zi and is highly regarded by him. I imagine he will be very successful in Xunwangtian in the future..."

"What Xun Wangtian? He is clearly the ancestor of sword cultivators in my Sword Dao Heaven. What does he have to do with Xun Wangtian?"

"what?"

Seeing that Lei Jingming still didn't understand, Haoran Sword Master glared at him and then led him to the Weak Water Realm.

As he hurried on his way, he transmitted his anger through his voice, saying, "As a sword cultivator, how can you push people to other realms?"

“Even Xunwangtian, where Daoist Muzi resides, is not an option. With the cultivation and supernatural powers of Chen Yi, the Dao Ancestor of the Sword Dao, he should remain in my Sword Daotian to evolve the complete Sword Dao principles.”

Lei Jingming: "..."

The Sword Dao Ancestor? Chen Yi?
This...this seems...this seems right too.

Fine, he'll do whatever his master says.

Just then.

The Grand Hall of Lingshan in the sky is undergoing further changes.

A series of bell and drum sounds appeared, echoing throughout the many realms of Taizhou Mountain.

Haoran Sword Master and Lei Jingming stopped and looked up.

Then, the "General" Sun Xushi, with eyes like stars, gazed at Mount Taizhou below without joy or sorrow, and spoke:

"From this day forward, my name is Mani Kasyapa, and I shall be in charge of Mount Sumeru..."

(End of this chapter)