Mythology

Chapter 461 Now that we have seen the Buddha, why not pay homage? (Part 2)

"A mere monkey dares to run wild in the Heavenly Court."

Yin Jiao outwardly dismissed the matter, but inwardly he was filled with apprehension. Ordinary demons and monsters could not possibly break through the South Heavenly Gate, nor could they possibly escape unscathed.

Sun Wukong inherited almost all of Yang He's supernatural abilities.

The realm is even higher. Even if a Great Luo Golden Immortal is in the Heavenly Court, he can stay in the Four Heavens of the Formless Realm to cultivate and be addressed as an Immortal Lord.

"Fortunately, the master and disciple were too arrogant and offended both the immortals and the Buddhas."

The flags behind Yin Jiao fluttered in the wind. He had already calculated the outcome; the monkey demon's attack on the Heavenly Court was a near-certain death, and even without his intervention, it wouldn't survive more than a few days.

He signaled the twenty-four Tai Sui gods to come forward and surround Sun Wukong.

Immediately, flags fell in various places on Qianyuan Mountain, and a faint black mist spread, quickly engulfing Sun Wukong's figure.

"Speaking of which, what is Yang He's purpose?"

Yin Jiao's temples throbbed as he suddenly realized something chilling upon closer examination.

Yang He was extremely cautious during the Investiture of the Gods, and would never reveal his intentions unless he was absolutely certain. Why, then, did he choose to die in the Peach Garden seven hundred years later?

"Could it be... that Yang He possesses more than three avatars?"

Yin Jiao opened three eyes between his brows and scanned the peach tree with his divine sense.

A young novice monk came into view. He looked to be just over ten years old, with large, drooping earlobes and an indescribable dignified and solemn appearance.

Yin Jiao felt a chill run down his spine. How could there be a Buddhist novice monk of unknown origin in the Peach Garden, which was located in the heart of the Great Luo Heaven?

The novice monk held the head in his hands and grinned at Yin Jiao.

Its round head, coupled with a gaping maw stretched to the corners of its mouth, and sharp teeth, made it no different from a demon. Moreover, five-colored Buddhist light was flashing deep in its throat, making it increasingly eerie the more you looked at it.

Swish.

A five-colored tongue flashed by.

The heads in front of the novice monk shattered one by one.

His body expanded rapidly as if inflated, and the torn part of his monk's robe revealed skin covered with scriptures. His earlobes continued to lengthen until they finally reached his shoulders.

The image is no longer that of a novice monk, but rather that of a fully ordained bhikkhu.

Yin Jiao's pupils dilated, confirming that the monk was Yang He's fourth incarnation. Could it be the Buddha's body? No, it's a demon's body.

The monks each took a head, and the five-colored divine light was constantly transforming.

Yin Jiao was on high alert. The monk had a mocking smile on his lips. He couldn't be mistaken; he had seen Yang He's expression many times before.

To say he was unruly was an understatement; it felt more like indifference to everything around him.

Even with the saint present, and even though Yang He instinctively felt fear, his expression never changed; that indifference was ingrained in Yin Jiao's very bones.

He is terrifying. If Yang He can transform into millions of forms thousands of years from now, will there still be any immortals or Buddhas in the Three Realms who can pose a threat?
Yang He is the most terrifying being in the Three Realms.

He's not human! He's definitely not human!
The monk coldly withdrew his gaze and continued his cannibalistic practice. In the blink of an eye, thousands of heads had merged into his body and soul.

The power of the Five-Colored Divine Light is continuously accumulating.

Yang He's actions provoked Yin Jiao, whose enormous centipede body slithered and disappeared nimbly into the mist, heading straight for the monk under the tree.

Yin Jiao looked back.

The twenty-four Tai Sui gods had already surrounded Sun Wukong, and the magic formation was beginning to take shape.

The demon-slaying formation has a slight connection with the Thirty Heavens.

Let alone a Great Luo Golden Immortal, even if a monkey demon reached the Hunyuan realm...

"So noisy!!"

Sun Wukong muttered to himself, and suddenly his whole body shone with golden light.

His body swayed, transforming into a four-headed, eight-armed form, the four chaotic monkeys becoming one, and then he raised the golden cudgel that had shrunk to four meters.

"Come and die!"

Sun Wukong unleashed a seemingly ordinary blow with his staff, yet the resulting shockwave crashed down on Suowu Tai Sui like Mount Tai, shattering the clouds into pieces.

"one!!"

Even now, Yin Jiao still hasn't come to his senses.

Although Su Wu Tai Sui had already raised his magic seal to block, it had no effect on the Golden Cudgel, and the magic seal quickly shattered into pieces.

Snapped.

There was a muffled sound.

Blood splattered onto Yin Jiao's face.

With a crack, the Wu Tai Sui was smashed three feet into the ground, its three souls and seven spirits shattered.

Yin Jiao's pupils shrank, and he realized that he could no longer get close to Yang He, as Sun Wukong was stepping on the centipede's tail with one foot.

"two!!"

Sun Wukong let out a strange laugh and swung his golden cudgel forcefully. The Moon Virtue Grand Duke and the Heavenly Virtue Grand Duke beside him hurriedly formed a formation back to back.

As a result, the golden cudgel pierced through the chests of the two righteous gods.

puff.

Their upper bodies were still spinning in the air, while their lower bodies had already exploded into a bloody mist.

"three!!"

Sun Wukong roared, and his golden cudgel, like a dragon emerging from the sea, lightly touched the Three Talents Formation formed by the three Tai Sui, and blood gushed out instantly.

The three corpses were strung on the golden cudgel and swung around as if they were nothing.

Yin Jiao was terrified. He was certain that not long ago, Sun Wukong was far less powerful than he is now. Impossible! Could it be that he deliberately concealed his strength? Drawn him to reveal a weakness?!
The Tai Sui gods have been driven to a dead end, and they have all unleashed their natal magic weapons in conjunction with their supernatural powers.

Sun Wukong laughed loudly, his eight arms waving in unison: "That teacher taught me to count to three back then. Since you've all come at me, I, Sun Wukong, have no choice but to fight you all at once!!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the eight-armed man grabbed the golden cudgel and began to extend it infinitely.

"Grand Duke Jupiter, let's go! Let's go quickly!!"

Rahu Tai Sui tried to warn Yin Jiao, but the golden cudgel pierced his neck. Then it was the turn of Jidu Tai Sui and Baihu Tai Sui...

With a flick of the golden cudgel, the heads of the twenty-four Tai Sui gods were neatly arranged.

Yin Jiao then realized that the so-called magic array could not shake Sun Wukong at all, and Yang He's dojo had already covered most of the Peach Garden.

"Hahaha."

On a whim, Sun Wukong used his golden cudgel to whip the head, sending it flying in all directions.

"Interesting, interesting. So the death of immortals is no different from that of demons."

Sun Wukong burst into laughter, then swung his golden cudgel, and as the corpse fell to the ground, a series of heads were kicked into the vicinity of the Precious Bone Tomb.

Yang He readily accepted it. Although it could not be used for cannibalistic cultivation, and the Treasure Bone Mausoleum would no longer contain other people's heads, it was still the head of a Golden Immortal, and its value far exceeded that of ordinary beings.

He has already eaten tens of thousands of heads, and the speed is getting faster and faster.

His appearance was no longer that of a monk, but was beginning to transform into that of an old monk. The five-colored divine light within his body was becoming increasingly intense, as if it were about to burst out of his body at any moment, but it was brewing within his flesh and bones.

Yang He's current image is worthy of being called a 'living Buddha'.

The majestic appearance has transformed into the first three of the thirty-two marks: the flat and full feet, the thousand-spoked feet, and the hands and feet with fingers longer than others.

The so-called thirty-two marks are categorized based on the appearance of Shakyamuni Buddha.

It is said that only Shakyamuni possessed all thirty-two marks of a Buddha.

Yang He was terrified; he had only eaten 30,000 heads.

It seems like a lot, but in reality, it's just the population of a small town in the mortal world. What if those demons devoured a million mortals? What changes would occur then?
Yang He did not remain at the base of the tree; the mountain opened a gap and swallowed up the Yellow-Eyebrowed King.

He could feel that as the number of cannibals increased, he became increasingly unstable and needed the protection of the Blood and Flesh Taoist Temple to stabilize his body and soul.

"Junior brother has quite an appetite; it makes me, Old Sun, hungry just looking at him."

Sun Wukong landed in front of Yin Jiao and resumed his carefree and nonchalant demeanor.

"Damn it!" Yin Jiao's eyes turned bloodshot, and his centipede body twisted wildly, with dozens of limbs slashing at Sun Wukong like blades.

Ding-ding-ding-ding.

The clanging of metal echoed throughout the Peach Garden, yet not a single white mark was left on Sun Wukong's fur. He casually picked at his ears, his gaze passing over Yin Jiao and looking towards the distant horizon.

"Tsk, appetizers are done. I, Old Sun, have been waiting for you for a long time."

Four large Buddha statues arrived, standing on golden lotuses.

When Vimalakirti struck the wooden fish, each step caused the ground to crack, and the sound could scare away evil spirits, which even made Sun Wukong a little irritated.

Wherever Ratnasambhava Buddha passed, the myriad transformation sites were replaced by the Pure Land of Lapis Lazuli.

The Golden Millet Buddha extends eighteen arms, holding eighteen artifacts, each a superior or medium-grade yin treasure, forming a great wheel of Buddha light that rotates continuously.

The Immovable Buddha hangs in mid-air, sealing off all escape routes.

Because of the Pure Land of Lapis Lazuli, even the clouds could not get close, and the combined strength of the four Buddhas had faintly reached that of a Primordial Golden Immortal.

After receiving Yang He's telepathic message, Yunxiao signaled to the immortals not to venture any further.

Yang He warned them to be careful of their fellow practitioners in Heaven, and even more so to be wary of Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva.

Yunxiao looked around and noticed that many eyes were peering at the Peach Garden. Clearly, not all immortals and gods could resist the temptation of Jin Chanzi.

"Amitabha."

Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva remained seated in the Jade Pool, chanting sutras to himself, seemingly lost in thought.

Compared to the Buddha who came alone, he was clearly prepared. The four Buddhas used their supernatural powers in a coordinated manner to approach Sun Wukong.

"Help...help me!"

A glimmer of hope appeared in Yin Jiao's eyes as he desperately tried to escape Qianyuan Mountain. Sun Wukong, not bothering to look at Yin Jiao any longer, suddenly swelled up in size.

Unleashing his divine power of "Heaven and Earth Transformation," he transformed into a four-headed, eight-armed demonic ape, its burning golden hair standing on end like a raging wildfire.

boom.

With a casual grab, the giant ape swung the centipede's body, which was dozens of feet long, like an iron chain, its joints rubbing against its palm and sparking dazzling fire.

Yin Jiao coughed up blood and was powerless to resist Sun Wukong.

Snapped! !

The centipede's body slammed into the ground, nearly killing Yin Jiao.

"What a weapon!"

Sun Wukong's four heads laughed wildly, his fiery eyes drawing upon the Six Ding Divine Fire to scorch Yin Jiao, desperately protecting Yang He behind him.

"Evil spirits."

Ratnasambhava Buddha put his hands together in prayer and said compassionately, “Monkey, do you know that your master is originally a Buddha from the Pure Land of Ultimate Bliss? He has just betrayed Mount Sumeru for a long time and is now simply returning to receive the precepts again.”

"Enough with the nonsense. I, Old Sun, am waiting for you four bald monks."

Sun Wukong stretched Yin Jiao straight like a spear, and the centipede's mouthparts opened wide due to inertia, instantly swallowing all the Six Ding Divine Fire whole!
Yang He did not teach Sun Wukong the method of weapon forging, but after indirectly controlling the Six Ding Divine Fire, he inexplicably figured out the method of fire forging.

"Ahhhhh!!!"

Yin Jiao screamed repeatedly as he forcibly refined the Yin Treasure while still conscious.

Even if he survives, Yin Jiao will only become an object in the future. What is most unbelievable to the immortals is that the Four Emperors and Five Elders are indifferent.

With the head of the Eight Departments lost, does the Heavenly Court not impose any punishment?

Or……

The Celestial Venerable of the Great Void's Tribulation of Corpses can even influence the Four Emperors and Five Elders?
Bang bang bang!
Sun Wukong wielded the centipede iron whip with great force, engaging the four Buddhas in a fierce battle. The whip's shadow collided with the Buddha's magical artifacts, exploding into a sky full of golden fire.

The Buddha Ratnasambhava's vase, radiating Buddhist light, was shattered by Sun Wukong's whip. The four heads roared in unison, shattering the wooden fish of the Buddha Vipassana. The Buddha Golden Millet's Eighteen-Buddha Wheel spun, yet could not get close. The Buddha Akshobhya's Vajra Mudra was instead cracked by the Golden Cudgel.

On the surface, Sun Wukong had the upper hand, but he couldn't threaten the lives of the four Buddhas.

The four Buddhas did not reveal any flaws, forcing Sun Wukong to sacrifice himself to block the divine power that would affect Yang He, making all four monkey heads grimac in frustration.

Like a frog being slowly boiled in water, Sun Wukong quickly found himself in a passive position.

at the same time.

The peaches with human faces on the peach tree branches ripened one after another and poured into the Precious Bone Mausoleum. The heads inside the pagoda came and went, and their quality not only did not decline, but instead showed signs of transformation.

Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva gazes upon the ever-changing sacred space.

He sensed that the Precious Bone Mausoleum was being upgraded to a Primordial Treasure. "A Primordial Treasure? Just for a Primordial Treasure? Immaculate Buddha, you risked everything to steal the Golden Cicada, just for a Primordial Treasure?"

“Amitabha Buddha, how could there be such greedy, angry and ignorant people in the Pure Land of Ultimate Bliss?”

It's not that innate treasures aren't precious enough, but rather that, in the eyes of Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva, innate treasures are insignificant compared to the opportunity to become a saint.

Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva did not perceive Yang Hehui as a threat.

Once the Four Buddhas seal Yang He's incarnations, he will be able to return to the Pure Land, refine the three incarnations, and inherit the Silver Lotus Platform to become a saint.

As for Jin Chanzi...

Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva bowed his head and smiled. The peach tree deep in the Peach Garden was a naturally occurring spiritual root, and it had now been tainted by the Golden Cicada. As long as its vitality continued, it could continue to nurture life.

Yang He's act of stealing the peach tree's life force ultimately could not affect his innate spiritual root.

"Amitabha."

Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva closed his eyes, preparing to continue chanting the sutra.

pat.

The prayer beads in his hand suddenly broke, and the white bone beads rolled all over the ground. Just when his plan was about to succeed, he found that he could no longer calm down.

"Is this humble monk...worried?"

Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva couldn't help but ask himself, his voice filled with a hesitation he hadn't felt in a century.

"What are you worried about? Does Yang He still have a chance to turn things around?"

Sun Wukong remained ferocious, defeating the four Buddhas one after another. Unfortunately, his injuries were worsening; one of his arms was torn off, and the head of the Long-Armed Ape remained motionless due to its broken neck.

Even when the Four Buddhas suffer a severe blow, they will immediately adjust their strategy.

After taking the relic, he recovered completely in the blink of an eye.

Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva's attention was focused on the top of Qianyuan Mountain. He could not see the demonic monk, and his aura lingered around the Myriad Transformation Tree.

"A Bodhisattva (Golden Immortal) is certainly not the source of our worries."

"wrong!"

"That's how the Buddha Shiqi died; we must not be careless in the slightest!!"

Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva lost his composure and forcefully gouged out his own eyeballs. Blood flowed from the empty eye sockets, and he witnessed an unbelievable scene.

The monk was buried at the tree roots, his body and soul encased in a coffin formed by flesh and blood. His upper and lower jaws were stretched open to more than half a meter, and a large number of heads were constantly pouring in.

What surprised Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva the most was that the monk's thirty-two marks had evolved into twenty-one marks, and the forty-tooth mark was beginning to take shape.

A demon is disguised as a Buddha.

Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva's first thought was that the monk was an incarnation of Yang He.

However, if Yang He had a fourth incarnation, he could simply hide it in the shadows. After all, Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva needed all of Yang He's incarnations to refine the Silver Lotus Platform, so this action seemed inexplicable.

"Amitabha!!!"

Unable to suppress his worries, Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva got up and left Yaochi.

With each step he took, a blood-red lotus platform bloomed beneath his feet, his robes moved without wind, and his chest was covered with scars of varying sizes.

Before the immortals could react, Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva had already crossed the Jade Pool.

"Thus have I heard. At one time, the Buddha was in the Trayastrimsa Heaven, preaching the Dharma to his mother. At that time, in countless worlds throughout the ten directions, there were inexpressible and inexpressible..."

Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva, exuding murderous intent, tore open his chest and abdomen as he walked.

The exposed, winding intestines twisted and turned, each segment imprisoning countless evil spirits, clearly imitating the eighteen levels of hell.

With the blessing of the demons within his body, Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva attained the level of a Great Golden Immortal.

After three steps, a dazzling Buddha wheel appeared behind his head.

The image that appeared on the Buddha wheel was a terrifying scene of thousands of evil spirits devouring the Buddha.

"Bald monk!!!"

When Sun Wukong saw Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva approach within a hundred meters, he swung out the centipede chain, but all that remained was an afterimage.

Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva took five steps, and his aura already subtly overwhelmed that of the four Buddhas.

He glanced up, and countless evil spirits surged from his chest, transforming into a black tide that blocked Sun Wukong's golden cudgel, working in conjunction with the Four Buddhas to suppress them.

"Well."

Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva, clutching his wriggling intestines, hangs from the top of a tree, his robes moving without wind.

The monks that came into view had developed twenty-four forms, but their cultivation level remained at the Golden Immortal level, and their Yin energy had hardly made any progress.

Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva frowned slightly, seemingly overthinking things and posing no threat whatsoever.

He turned and ordered, "Buddha Baosheng, seal off the temple and take the monkeys to the Pure Land."

Before the words were finished, a loud boom came from the top of Qianyuan Mountain.

The underground Taoist temple of flesh and blood shattered, and blood seeped through the soil, instantly forming a very simple thatched temple on the mountaintop.

As Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva paused in his reverie, the thatched temple grew taller in the wind.

Thatched roofs transformed into golden tiles, earthen walls into jade discs, and lintels into majestic mountain gates. In a short time, the temple became a magnificent, sprawling complex of halls, with glazed roofs radiating light that dyed the clouds over the entire Peach Garden golden.

dong dong dong.

Nine tolls of the bell resounded throughout the Great Luo Heaven.

The temple doors were wide open, and the chanting of thousands of monks could be heard from inside.

Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva confirmed that Sun Wukong had been subdued by Ratnasambhava Buddha. He looked up and saw the plaque in front of the temple gate, and released a group of ghosts to test him.

"Little Leiyin Temple, what a boastful tone."

Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva, enraged, laughed instead, as the demons devoured the Little Thunderclap Temple.

The golden tiles faded into rotting flesh, the jade walls oozed pus and blood, and countless desperate human faces appeared on the mountain gate. With the heart-wrenching wails of the flesh-and-blood Taoist temple, the magnificent palace collapsed with a crash.

Qianyuan Mountain subsequently collapsed, and countless cracks appeared in the mountain.

Amidst the chaos of the world collapsing, a figure of Buddha stood in the center of the ruins.

The immortals were speechless. Why was there a sixth Buddha in the Peach Garden?

As the yin energy dissipated, the true form of the Yellow-Eyebrowed King was finally revealed!

His body was like a mountain, and countless writhing arms were visible beneath his robe. Each palm had bloodshot eyes that sometimes merged into lotus flowers and sometimes split into Buddha fingers.

The lingering five-colored divine light receded, and the thirty-two phases had taken shape.

His ushnisha (cranial protuberance) is high, his earlobes reach his shoulders, and his eyes are half-closed as if looking down with compassion.

Click.

Yang He's head split open in four pieces, with his mouth at the center.

"Now that you have seen the Buddha, why don't you bow down?!"

(End of this chapter)