Day and night tour

Chapter 325: Holy Buddha Chessboard
The arrival of the Peach Blossom Tree did not surprise the cliff monk.

The Cliff Monk had a detailed understanding of the situation in Mingjiang Prefecture. He was of course aware of the relationship between this towering peach tree and Zhou Xuan, who was both a teacher and a friend.

It is also known that after Pengjia Town was recaptured and the three-headed stone Buddha was captured alive, the Tattooed people recognized Zhou Xuan as their great ancestor.

"Peach Blossom Tree, I'm not curious about why you came here. I'm just curious about why you came so late."

The corners of the cliff monk's robe were rustling in the cold wind from the sea of ​​flowers, and the handfuls of black and white pieces in the chess basket were buzzing and trembling.

Just like when he realized Buddhism on Mount Moya, the chess pieces were throbbing with piety when the Holy Buddha King Mijiaxun arrived.

The cliff monk also stroked the two baskets of chess pieces gently, just like he did in the past, as if he was stroking a cat's neck, and said, "Don't worry, it's still early."

The taut branches of the Peach Blossom Tree were pulled out from the ground one by one, and the accumulated power was released unhindered at this moment.

At the end of each branch, the feet of a tribesman were entangled.

Thousands of tree tribe members from Pengjia Town were pulled out from the ground by peach branches, forming an upside-down shape - just like the heavy fruits weighing down the branches in autumn.

"The Peng Family Zhenshu Clan is grateful for the great kindness of our Xuanzu. Today, we are risking the lives of our entire family to fight against you, the evil monk of Nine Incense Sticks."

The White Deer Priest's words were full of emotion.

He was so eager to fight that he had to speak in a loud voice.

"I came a little late, but I am just arranging some affairs for the Tree Clan."

Peng Sheng, who had been burning for eight incense sticks, had a look of fighting spirit in his eyes. He said, "All the thousands of people in Pengjia Town, except for children under twelve years old and their mothers, have come.
We came here and we have no intention of going back.”

Fighting to the death is the tradition of Pengjia Town.
But the tree tribe still needs to reproduce. Children and mothers are the hope of Pengjia Town. As long as they are still around, the tree tribe in Pengjia Town can continue to survive and wait for the next suitable opportunity to branch out and flourish again.

"Brother Shifo has disciplined you for three hundred years, but he still hasn't worn away your bloodiness... It's precious, precious."

The cliff monk pointed to the sky with one hand and to the ground with the other, as if to show that he was the only one who was supreme in the world. He said, "Today, Mingjiang Prefecture is bound to attract a real bloodbath, but I promise that I will spare the lives of those women and children in Pengjia Town."

"The lives of the people of Pengjia Town do not need anyone's pity or compassion, let alone a Buddhist monk like you who pretends to be so righteous."

Peng Sheng cut his forehead with his middle finger, drew out the blood, and hit the trunk of the ancestral peach tree with his finger.

The rest of the tribesmen followed Peng Sheng's example and offered their own eyebrow blood to the ancestral peach tree.

The peach tree grew taller and taller, its crown almost reaching the roof of the Gangfeng Cave, and peach blossoms fell from the sky like rain.

Wherever peach blossoms pass, the power of "blessing" will burst out.

The painter, the musician, and the mountain king were caught in the rain of flowers, and their blood and flesh were extremely agitated.

The ancient altar was drenched with rain of flowers. The upside-down meaning contained in the sad song was even stronger, making Baoshu Tianwang more and more dazed. Originally, he had the upper hand in the fight with everyone, but now, he could only fight back.

The rain of flowers fell on the Styx. The coffin lady in the river was blessed and moved back and forth in the water like lightning. Her ghostly figure and her offensive were like embroidery needles, piercing the "old, dead and corrupt" defense line of the boat monk.

This evil monk, whose cultivation had reached the level of Nine Incense Sticks but had not yet completed the "promotion ceremony", had begun to suffer frequent injuries.

The nine ancestral trees of Jing State, each of them has its own unique skills.
The "blessing" power of the Peach Blossom Tree turned the situation around in a very short time.

The Cliff Monk watched as the Treasure Tree Heavenly King and the Boat Monk turned from safe to dangerous. The situation had already turned upside down, but he was not anxious. He said calmly, "The power of blessing consumes the energy and blood of you tree people, your life source.
If the Tree Clan was at its peak, I might be wary of your desperate tactics and your fierce fighting style.

But now the Tree Tribe is not prosperous anymore, and we can’t afford to invest too much.”

While the cliff monk was speaking, thousands of shocking blood threads appeared on the peach tree.

When the tree tribe members stirred up the blood between their eyebrows and sprinkled it on the ancestral tree, it was not only a ritual of sacrifice, but also a link between their lifespan, flesh and blood, and the ancestral tree, forming those bright blood-colored threads.
To bless the entire Gangfeng Cave, it is not enough to rely on the power of the ancestral tree itself. It requires the strength of the entire clan. All clan members use their own lives as fuel, raise the fire of life, and illuminate the incense and shrines of everyone in the Gangfeng Cave.

This is also the reason why the Peach Blossom Tree was initially unwilling to agree to Zhou Xuan's request to bless people other than its clansmen.

The Tree Clan and the Peach Blossom Ancestor Tree are connected in mind, so the cost of blessing is not too huge. Blessing for outsiders would cost too much...

"Since you, the Tree Clan, are willing to spend your limited capital for Zhou Xuan and Mingjiang Mansion, I will lend you a helping hand and spend more of your capital."

"The holy Buddha King Mijiaxun is above, using the supreme Dharma to turn a flower into a chess piece."

The cliff monk floated up into the air, and when he was ten feet above the ground, he grabbed a handful of black chess pieces and scattered them down like rice.

Dozens of chess pieces, as if they had souls, began to wander in the air, crashing into the blood threads.
When a blood thread was broken, the tree tribe members drew blood from the center of their brows to repair the connection, but the lifespan and life essence consumed in the process of breaking and reconnecting the thread increased several times.
Among the tribesmen, many people's thick black hair was suddenly covered with a few strands of silver hair, and their faces looked much older.

This is what the cliff monk means by "paying more capital."

"Brother Peng, fellow tribesmen, give up the incense level that blesses the rest of the people, and receive the Mountain and River Map."

Zhou Xuan, who had already begun to ask questions from the mirror, separated a part of his spirit and guided the tree tribe to change their tactics.

He couldn't just watch the people of the Tree Clan lose their lives to the Cliff Monk for no reason.

When Peng Sheng heard that Zhou Xuan was going to pierce the Mountain and River Map, his mind raced. He immediately instructed all the clansmen to cut off the red thread of blessing. Then everyone put their hands deep into the chest, scratched the flesh, and let a large amount of blood flow out.

"The thorn map."

After Peng Sheng shouted again, he dipped his right hand in blood and outlined a section of ancient city wall and gate on his chest.

Above the doorway, three large characters "Mingjiang Mansion" were hung high.

The rest of the tribesmen were similar. Some had broken walls and tiles tattooed on their chests, while others had plants, trees, and pavilions tattooed on their chests.

There were thousands of people in the clan, and each of them had a part of the "Map of Mountains and Rivers" painted on their chests. They were not Zhou Xuan, and they had not completed the nine incense sticks of tattooing. If one of them, even Peng Sheng, had the entire "Map of Mountains and Rivers" tattooed on his body, at best the map would be "burned after being drawn" and would not have any effect.
In serious cases, the "Map of Mountains and Rivers" may not be completed, but the majestic momentum of the picture may overwhelm the person so much that his body breaks and his bones and tendons are broken.

Since one person cannot tattoo the entire map, he can only mobilize the power of the entire clan.

The ancient ethnic group was originally a whole.

When the souls of every member of the tribe are superimposed and aggregated together, they will become a giant that is as strong as the gods.

Thousands of tribesmen tattooed with blood, and soon, the combined "mountain and river map" was completed. With the tragic song of the ancient altar as a backdrop, the real mountain and river map flew out of Zhou Xuan's empty mirror and covered the top of the peach tree.
Then the map of mountains and rivers broke into thousands of pieces like a torn brocade, and flew methodically into the bodies of every tribesman, making the bloody tattoos on their chests stand out.

The tribesmen held the tattoo fragments in their hands and presented them to the ancestral peach tree with a respectful attitude.

On the trunk of the ancestral tree, there was a complete blood-colored picture of mountains and rivers.

Every peach blossom on the tree trunk is withering at a speed visible to the naked eye. It is using up all the vitality it had after leaving the forbidden area to bless the map of mountains and rivers.

The momentum of the Mountain and River Map was growing rapidly. After a while, it had reached the limit of its normal blessing - sitting on the eighth and looking towards the ninth.
And it is still climbing, only a thin layer of window paper away from the nine incense sticks,

But this layer of window paper was like an iron gate. No matter how hard the Tattoo Tree Clan and Peng Sheng tried, they could not break through it.

The nine incense sticks in the world are the true gods in the world.

Sitting on the eighth and looking at the ninth, he is a demigod on earth. Although the true god has a human body, he is more like a god after all. Although the demigod on earth is given the title of "God", he is still a mortal.

The boundary between humans and gods is much clearer and more strict than the borders between major states, and it is almost an uncrossable chasm.

But if the map of mountains and rivers is not blessed to the level of nine incense sticks, how can one defeat the cliff monk of nine incense sticks?
Sometimes, the incense realm is nothing.
With mysterious means and exquisite magic weapons, crossing a realm to kill people is no longer a new thing in Jing Country.

But sometimes, the incense realm is the incense realm, and the difference of one centimeter or one millimeter will not have any effect.

A feeling of despair hangs over the hearts of every tree tribe member.

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

The golden bell rang three times in a row.

The sound of the bell is long, and it is mixed with infinite power.

"The ancient tree's golden bell also rang."

The cliff monk stood with his hands behind his back, looking up at the sky, and said, "It's a pity that Gong Zheng was stopped in the sky by Zhou Xuan's trick. Otherwise, the four of us brothers would have forced out the last of Mingjiang Mansion's assets, and Gong Zheng would have no reason to stand by and watch."

Under the unfavorable situation that the Zhiming monk's divine bones were blocked, the three Xunbo monks, without using their full strength, still forced out all the assets of Mingjiang Mansion. If an ancient god with nine incense sticks was added,
"Then today's battle situation can be unstoppable."

The cliff monk kept saying "what a pity, what a pity", but his face did not show any regret.

The ringing of the golden bell brings with it infinite power of wishes, which can release one or two bell slaves with nine incense sticks.

The bell slaves are the souls of the nine incense sticks imprisoned in the golden bell of the ancient tree. When they are released by the golden bell, they will release the means of the nine incense sticks once.

This is the last trump card of Mingjiang Mansion. Ancient Tree and Golden Bell are afraid that the cliff monk will make another move later, so they hold the card in their hand and wait and see.

But the power brought by the bell stirred the map of mountains and rivers, helping the map to break through the layer of window paper, and the combat power rose to nine incense sticks.

The map of mountains and rivers of the Nine Incense Sticks could sink the nine palaces of the Well Country. Zhou Xuan's mind was sitting cross-legged in the empty mirror, with some hope in his eyes.

"The mountain and river map and nine incense sticks may be able to suppress the cliff monk."

Zhou Xuan, who had always been extremely confident, now said the word "maybe" with a hint of uncertainty. After witnessing the various methods used by the Cliff Monk today, he did not dare to be sure that the Mountain and River Map could definitely kill this evil monk.

“The level of this cliff monk’s incense seems to be higher than the ordinary nine-stick incense.”

Zhou Xuan felt uneasy again.

The boating monk did not make it through the nine incense sticks of the "promotion ceremony". He was entangled by the Coffin Lady and the Arrow Lord who were blessed by the water area and could not escape.

As for the Heavenly King Baoshu, his fighting power is truly that of the Nine Incense Sticks. He can still gain the upper hand despite the interference from the King Xishan, the musicians, the painters, and the sad songs of the ancient altar.

This kind of combat power is already terrifying.

The cliff monk,

Within a single move, even Lord Pojiu and Yuan Buyu entered the sea of ​​flowers alone. Just by moving the chess pieces on the chessboard, the small world in the sea of ​​flowers was brought into the fifth state of time of "eternity".
It would be easy for him to kill Zhou Lingyi, Yuan Buyu and Jiu Da Ren.

"This cliff monk is probably already a god-level warrior."

Zhou Xuan thought so.

"The nine prefectures of Jingguo, the Buddha of Luojiang Town."

Peng Sheng directed the sinking of the provincial capital in the map of mountains and rivers.

The Nine Palaces slowly emerged from the picture. The sky seemed to be collapsing, and cracks appeared on the ground. The "eternal" time in the flower sea world was lifted.

Zhou Lingyi, Yuan Buyu and Jiu Da Ren regained their freedom.

"Master Jiu." Zhou Lingyi hurriedly went to support Master Jiu, who had a big hole in his chest.

"Paper streamer, paper streamer."

After looking around in a daze, Master Jiu saw a paper banner not far away. He stretched out his hand and the paper banner stood in front of him. The banner spread out, and the soul of the evil spirit sprinkled down to repair his body.

"This cliff monk is too weird. Even Gong Zheng in the sky is probably no match for him." Yuan Buyu tightly grasped his folding fan, waiting for the next opportunity to attack.

Although he knew that if he attacked again, he would be like Master Jiu, with his body shattered, and whether he could survive would depend on luck...

In a few moments, the nine provincial capitals had sunk two or three feet. Even the branches of the ancestral peach tree were pressed down by the powerful momentum, making them bang. But the monk on the cliff remained motionless.

He looked up and sighed, "This picture of mountains and rivers was realized by Zhou Xuan. It covers the mountains and rivers of the nine prefectures of Jingguo and the power of twenty-three gods. The full name of the picture is called Wanli Shanhe Zhen Buddha."

"Today, the Buddha has arrived, so I will see if it can be suppressed."

At this point, the cliff monk turned to the depths of the sea of ​​flowers and said to Zhou Xuan, "Donor Zhou, today I want to talk to you. You have too many helpers. Although they are not very capable, they are like the sand on the river bank, which has poured into my shoes and made it very difficult for me to walk.
Well, I will still keep your chess game for you. First, play against this mountain and river map, and it will also help me solve the doubts in my heart."

The cliff monk immediately sat cross-legged on the ground, stroked the chessboard with his sleeves, picked up the thirty-three chess pieces, stared at the chessboard, stroked the long fleshy beard on his neck, and said,

"After the Buddha Kingdom created the world, wind, water, fire, and earth all took on evil forms. The wind was like a knife, scraping the people's bodies to pieces. The water was filthy and smelly, and if people drank too much, they became deformed monsters that were neither human nor ghost. Fire hid under the rocks, scorching the earth and mountains. The earth was full of demons that would come out and devour people if they were not careful."

"Vajra Milong and Bodhisattva Baizangdi asked King Mijiaxun: World-honored One, wind, water, fire, and earth are all evil, and the people are suffering. Why is that?"

"King Mijiaxun said: I established four heavens. The first heaven, Fengmilong Heaven, will imprison the wind god. The second heaven, Baizangdishui Heaven, will imprison those who drink water and become monsters. The third heaven, Purgatory King Heaven, will contain the evil fire. The fourth heaven, Ancient Rakshasa Heaven, all land monsters live and feed in this world..."

Every time the cliff monk mentioned a new heaven, he would place a chess piece on the flag board.
Four chess pieces fell in succession.

A world full of strong winds, a world of turbid and smelly water, a world of raging flames, a world full of monsters, one layer upon another.

The flood surged up, hitting the sinking nine palaces of Jing State.
The fire was like a fire dragon, interweaving with the flying yellow earth and sand, to collide with the sinking momentum of the Nine Prefectures. When the fire was extinguished, a large number of demons mixed in it followed the walls and mountains of the Nine Prefectures and climbed into the Nine Prefectures to kill the twenty-three god-level gods in the Nine Prefectures.
But obviously, these evil spirits were not powerful enough to kill the gods. After a series of shrill cries, the blood and bones of the Rakshasa monsters were scattered throughout the nine prefectures of the Jing Kingdom.

These blood, bones, corpses, and souls are still rotting on the surface of Jiufu, seeping deep into the ground, polluting the aura of Jiufu.

Only the fourth level was able to effectively curb the downward momentum of the Nine Prefectures of Jing State. Zhou Xuan saw clearly that the Cliff Monk was not much more advanced than the other nine incense sticks. His reliance came from his chessboard magic weapon.

"This chessboard is most likely from the Holy Buddha Chessboard of King Mijiaxun of the Buddhist Kingdom." Zhou Xuan said secretly.

"After King Mijiaxun established the Four Heavens of Wind, Water, Earth, and Fire, Bodhisattva Yunmo asked: Buddha, after the Four Heavens, the sufferings of the people have been alleviated a lot, and they want to indulge in pleasure and not think about Buddhism. What should we do..."

The cliff monk added four more chess pieces to the chessboard...

(End of this chapter)