No abstraction, no cultivation

Chapter 23 Buddha’s Heart
In order to obtain the Buddha's hand, Monk Zhuoshi decided to ask Taoist Lan for advice.

What happened to Mahayana?
Are Mahayana people good at fighting?
He is also protected by the heart of Buddha, and claims that his supernatural powers are no weaker than those of the Mahayana period.

"I would like to ask you to...

However, he didn't finish his words because a blue light appeared beside his throat.

That's Lan Daoren's sword!
Xu Shun also saw Lan Daoren’s sword.

A faint blue light, a sword as cold as ice and water.

There is no hilt, just a blade.

It's more like a shuttle than a sword.

Lan Daoren was already a little impatient.

He knew that if a person had no cultivation, no one would care or listen to him no matter how reasonable his words were.

Like a fart!

On the contrary, if a person has achieved great success, no matter how absurd or wrong what he says is, there will always be people who will take it as a guiding principle.

Why do monks need to practice the method of protecting the way?

It was because one day I met Shabi and when I tried to reason with him, he didn’t want to reason!
"Sure enough, the Buddha's hand is on you!" Zhuoshi looked at the sword light beside his throat and became more certain of his guess.

He doesn't have a Buddha's hand, so why would he attack me?

Lan Daoren was too lazy to speak or pay attention to this idiot.

The sword moved with his heart, and the blue sword light circled around Zhuoshi's neck, and then Zhuoshi's head rolled down.

But the head did not fall to the ground, but was caught by Zhuoshi's hand.

"What a powerful sword!" Zhuo Shi held his head in his hand and said in amazement: "I didn't feel anything."

"You are no match for me, why don't you get out of here!" Taoist Lan said with a frown when he saw Zhuoshi still pretending to be tough.

Bald guys are so annoying!

"The Buddha is in my heart, and the future is right in front of me! How can I retreat? How can I retreat?" said the head of Zhuoshi.

As he spoke, an infinite amount of light burst out from his chest. The light spread everywhere, and in the blink of an eye, he turned into a Maitreya Buddha sitting in front of the river, with his chest and abdomen exposed and a smiling face.

The Buddha's light in the town also gathered around Maitreya Buddha, making him look like a real Buddha.

Big, wide, broad, and shining!

"Since we can see the future, why not surrender the Buddha's hand and go our separate ways?"

The suffocating pressure made Xu Shun and several people on the boat almost unable to stand and had difficulty breathing.

A cool breeze appeared from Taoist Lan's body. As the breeze blew past, Xu Shun and several people on the boat felt much better.

"What a show!" Taoist Lan pointed with his finger, and the blue sword light turned into a long blue rainbow.

The long blue rainbow easily penetrated the protective Buddha light in this world, and with another sword, it chopped off the head of Maitreya Buddha.

To Lan Dao Ren, Zhuo Shi was like a child and it was easy to beat him.

At Foguang Port, a Maitreya statue appeared in the originally chaotic world, causing a group of people to kneel down and kowtow, shouting "Maitreya appears! Maitreya appears!"

In the blink of an eye, the head of Maitreya Buddha in their eyes fell off.

Can Buddha also be killed?
They felt the shock.

In his eyes, Maitreya Buddha is high above.

"If there is Buddha in your heart, Buddha will never die!"

The huge head of Maitreya Buddha rolled over and then rolled onto his own head and said.

Taoist Lan said nothing, but his sword flashed, and the blue flying rainbow cut the Maitreya Buddha in half vertically, and then the sword flashed horizontally.

The two halves of Maitreya Buddha became four halves.

Xu Shun saw clearly that from the two beheadings just now and the cross cut, Lan Daoren was determined to kill.

My master usually doesn't take action, but when he does, it's a fatal move.

Never drag your feet.

"If you have Buddha in your heart, Buddha is eternal!"

The Maitreya Buddha, which was cut into four halves by the sword light, and the chaotic world within the Maitreya Buddha statue, returned to normal in the blink of an eye, as if the sword light just now had not appeared.

"Hand over the Buddha's hand, and let you pass!" Zhuo Shi said. Many years ago, he accidentally obtained the heart of Maitreya Buddha. With the protection of the Buddha's heart, he was immortal and cultivated all the way to the primordial spirit.

Now, he wants to collect the golden body of Maitreya and become a true Buddha.

"Shit!" Taoist Lan couldn't help but curse when he heard Zhuoshi talking nonsense and clinging to him like taffy.

Bald guys are just annoying.

Especially these crazy bald donkeys.

Taoist Lan glanced at the Maitreya Buddha in the world, and the sword light flew to his side, then dissipated into blue mist in the sky.

No, that's not fog.

There were countless tiny sword lights.

The blue sword mist floated towards the golden Maitreya Buddha statue. Xu Shun could see clearly that wherever the blue sword mist passed, the Maitreya Buddha statue disappeared little by little.

It was as if the Maitreya Buddha statue was a stain on a painting between heaven and earth, and the blue sword mist was like an eraser, wiping away those stains bit by bit.

Facing Lan Dao's sword moves, Zhuoshi wanted to resist and cast spells, but he was already motionless, and the golden light seemed to be solidified.

He had no choice but to fight back.

Only then did he realize how big the gap was between himself and the Mahayana cultivators who were about to ascend.

The Maitreya Buddha statue disappeared little by little, and finally only a dot of Buddha light remained on the chest of the Maitreya Buddha statue.

The Buddha's light was only the size of a fist. No matter how Master Lan's sword mist swirled and strangled it, the Buddha's light continued to expand and contract as if it had life.

Looks like a heart.

Whose heart is this?

Taoist Lan was lying on the bow, tilting his head and thinking.

After the sword mist danced, the Buddha's light retracted and expanded, and in the blink of an eye, the turbid world appeared on the water in front of Master Lan as before.

Everything was just like the first time two people met.

"Sir, please return the Buddha's hand. It is a treasure of our sect." Zhuoshi felt how difficult Master Lan was, so he spoke the most cowardly words in the cruelest tone.

He really couldn't beat Lan Dao Ren. Lan Dao Ren was more terrifying than he thought.

The Mahayana period is so terrifying!
"Noisy!"

Lan Daoren stood up from the bow of the boat and threw the fishing rod out.

He had been lying on the bow just now, even when Zhuoshi was talking to him, he remained like that.

The turbid world is not worth his attention, but that strange heart is worth his attention.

"You shouldn't be blocking my way!"

Another sword light appeared beside Master Lan.

It was a green sword light.

The blue sword is named "Bu Yu", which is the flying sword that Wen Yang has refined for many years.

The green sword is named "Qingbushu" and it is the flying sword taught to him by his master.

The appearance of the two swords meant that Lan Dao was truly serious.

He is a cultivator in the Mahayana stage who is about to ascend to heaven. How could he be so disgusted by this corrupt world?

Damn this corrupt world!
"Disciple, watch out for this sword of yours!" Taoist Lan turned around and said to Xu Shun.

Two blue and green sword lights flew out from his side, and his figure turned into a beam of light along with the flying swords.

With a "bang", there seemed to be a muffled sound between heaven and earth, followed by a huge air wave that caused the entire ship to shake.

Xu Shun had to hold on to the side of the boat.

He only saw a flash of light, heard a "bang", and then saw nothing.

Master, your moves are so fast.

I'm just looking at a chicken feather!

　There are so many worries, and it’s very annoying.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)