This is so dishonest!

Chapter 503 The Unorthodox Practices of Buddhism VS. The Unorthodox Practices of Chan Buddhism (8k)

"Hmph! Where did this little monk come from, daring to play tricks and put on airs here!"

A furious roar, filled with violence, rang out like a thunderclap.

A fire deity, clad in crimson armor, wielding a three-pronged fork wreathed in flames, and exuding the aura of a Great Luo Golden Immortal, descended from the sky on a cloud of fire, blocking Ksitigarbha's path.

Ksitigarbha was not angered.

He simply raised his head slowly, and in his clear eyes was reflected the raging karmic fire behind the Fire Virtue Star Lord, composed of the karma of countless wronged souls.

"Amitabha."

Ksitigarbha clasped his hands together and bowed slightly to the Fire God, his gentle yet clear voice carrying far and wide.

“This humble monk observes that Lord Xingjun is entangled in karmic burdens and burdened by heavy sins of killing. He has already shown signs of falling into the demonic path. If he continues to be deluded, he will surely bring disaster upon himself and be doomed to eternal damnation.”

"nonsense!"

The Fire God was furious.

"I think you, little monk, are burdened by karma and deserve to be thrown into hell!"

In the eyes of the Fire God, Ksitigarbha, who joined Chi You's camp to practice the path of severing karma, was no better than the prisoners in the Heavenly Prison.

Ksitigarbha smiled and said, "Star Lord, I will go to Hell."

"But before that, I need to perform a ritual to help you pass on to the afterlife!"

"How brave!"

The Fire God star glared angrily.

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly pointed the three-pronged Sky-Supporting Trident in his hand forward, and a burst of Southern Bright Fire, carrying the momentum to incinerate everything, shot towards Ksitigarbha.

However, faced with this attack that was powerful enough to burn mountains and boil seas, Ksitigarbha remained as calm and composed as ever.

He didn't even use the knife in his hand; he simply extended his fair, jade-like right hand.

"Let the knife cut down and become a Buddha."

With a soft sigh filled with boundless compassion and Zen wisdom, an enormous golden swastika, seemingly capable of obscuring the sun, slowly emerged from his palm.

As the Buddha seal rotated, scenes of countless Buddhist Pure Lands unfolded within it, and the phantoms of three thousand Bodhisattvas and eight hundred Arhats chanted in unison. The magnificent Buddhist sound instantly suppressed the shouts of battle on the battlefield.

"boom!!!"

The golden Buddha seal and the crimson pillar of fire collided violently in mid-air.

There was no earth-shattering explosion, nor any devastating shockwave.

The moment the domineering Southern Bright Fire came into contact with the Buddhist seal, it was as if it had encountered its nemesis. All the violent, destructive, and burning laws attached to it were forcibly purified and dissolved by the magnificent Buddhist Dharma.

In the end, the entire pillar of fire transformed into the purest fire elemental energy and dissipated into the world.

"This little monk is quite something."

The Fire God squinted his eyes.

Ksitigarbha's face still held a smile: "Star Lord, I will sever your karma of killing for you."

As the voice rang out, a seemingly ordinary blade of light flashed from the monk's knife in Ksitigarbha's hand.

This strike did not target the Fire Star Lord's physical body, nor his primordial spirit, but instead struck directly the ethereal yet real thread of cause and effect connecting him to heaven and earth.

"You want to send me away early?"

"Little monk, you have such malicious intentions!"

The Fire God's expression changed slightly.

How can someone who enters a period of calamity not have any karma?
The longer the gods of heaven and earth are entangled in calamity, the deeper they are trapped, and the heavier the karmic shackles on their bodies become.

But everyone is happy to do it.

Because one characteristic of immeasurable eons is that after a great eon, those who escape the eon will enjoy immeasurable blessings.

The more karma you have now, the more blessings you will receive after you are freed from this calamity.

In other words, after the gods entered the tribulation, karma became their bargaining chip.

They are waiting to accumulate enough chips, weather the storm, and reap sufficient benefits.

Now that Ksitigarbha is helping him clear his karma and escape his tribulations in advance, isn't this indirectly diminishing his future blessings?
This move truly struck at the heart of the Fire God.

"Hmph, little monk, I have important matters to attend to, so I won't bother with you."

The Fire God felt his karma rapidly diminishing, and he became truly anxious.

So, without lingering in the fight, he turned and left.

This scene was naturally witnessed by the other deities around them.

They had a misunderstanding.

"What a clever little monk!"

"Fellow Daoist Huode was actually defeated in just two moves! This person is no ordinary Great Luo Immortal!"

"Fellow Daoists, why don't we join forces and take him down first!"

In an instant, several powerful auras simultaneously locked onto Ksitigarbha.

"Fellow Daoists of the Western Sect, this is an internal dispute within our Eastern Xuanmen. Please do not interfere!" The Water God said in a deep voice, holding a whisk.

He was surrounded by endless essence of Ren water, giving him a powerful aura.

"Enough with the nonsense! This kind of wicked monk deserves to be killed by everyone! Behold my divine thunder!"

Lei Bu Shen Jiang, however, had a fiery temper. Without saying a word, he suddenly raised his double hammers into the air.

"Boom!!!"

In an instant, the already dense tribulation clouds in the sky churned even more violently.

"Five thunder strikes!"

Five bolts of purple divine lightning, as thick as mountains and containing endless destructive intent, descended upon Ksitigarbha's head with the force of tearing everything apart, as if divine punishment had descended upon the world.

At the same time, the Wind Fairy gently swung her cyan longsword.

Thousands of celestial winds, sharper than blades, appeared out of thin air, transforming into an impenetrable "wind prison," completely sealing off all of Ksitigarbha's escape routes.

The water deity also seized the opportunity to make his move.

With a flick of his whisk, the boundless void transformed into a bottomless black swamp, where countless bolts of divine lightning surged, ready to devour any living being that fell into it.

Thunder, wind, and water—three Great Luo Golden Immortals proficient in different laws—joined forces, their attacks so fierce and their coordination so perfect that any opponent of the same level would feel despair.

However, there was still no fear on Ksitigarbha's face.

“Amitabha, the three benefactors are trapped in a great calamity and are struggling bitterly.”

"This humble monk is kind-hearted and cannot bear to see you fellow practitioners sinking into the sea of ​​suffering. Today, I will definitely help you escape from this perilous situation!"

He chanted a Buddhist prayer, and his thin monk's robe billowed suddenly in the wind and lightning.

"I will not become a Buddha until hell is empty!"

"Only after all sentient beings have been liberated can one attain enlightenment!"

Accompanied by this grand and magnificent vow, an even larger and more solid phantom of Buddha appeared from behind Ksitigarbha.

This Buddha holds a staff in one hand and a Mani jewel in the other, and his face is exactly the same as that of Ksitigarbha.

But those eyes seemed to contain a scene of endless hell and reincarnation.

"cut!"

With a gentle slash of his dagger, Ksitigarbha slashed towards the cage in the sky formed by the nine heavenly winds.

There was no earth-shattering roar, nor any dazzling divine light.

Only a jet-black rift, seemingly capable of swallowing all light, appeared out of thin air.

The celestial gale, powerful enough to cleave space, was swallowed up the moment it touched the crack, as if it had encountered a black hole, without even causing a ripple.

Immediately afterwards, the purple divine lightning that struck down from above finally descended.

Ksitigarbha neither dodged nor avoided the divine lightning, which contained the power of heavenly punishment, and let it strike the huge Buddha phantom behind him.

"boom!!!"

Lightning flashed and electric snakes danced wildly; destructive energy powerful enough to level an ancient divine mountain raged rampantly.

However, the illusory image of Buddha only swayed slightly, yet it absorbed the entire terrifying divine lightning without even a crack appearing on it.

At that very moment, the black swamp below, composed of endless Gui Water Divine Lightning, finally erupted.

Hundreds of millions of black water mines shot into the sky, transforming into a sea of ​​thunder, threatening to completely submerge Ksitigarbha.

Seeing this, Ksitigarbha simply thrust the knife in his hand gently into the ground below.

"Duh!"

With a soft shout, the enormous phantom of Buddha behind him suddenly opened its eyes, which contained the vision of reincarnation.

In an instant, an invisible yet supremely majestic power of reincarnation swept out from Ksitigarbha in all directions.

"puff!!"

The three True Lords retreated in disarray.

They didn't suffer any external injuries, but they all felt like something was missing from their bodies.

"How could you directly sever the karma on our bodies?"

Mizube Shinkun, regaining his senses, became emotional.

Ksitigarbha slowly drew his precept knife and bowed to the three of them once more.

"You three fellow Daoists must have suffered a great deal of hardship during the great calamity, right?"

The three True Lords shook their heads in unison: "No, we entered the tribulation voluntarily, we did not suffer!"

However, Ksitigarbha seemed not to hear what they were saying.

He simply stated to himself: "Under the great calamity, the calamity energy is rampant, and the slaughter is endless."

"How many immortals and gods have fallen? How many fellow cultivators have perished?"

My master once said, "Saving a life is better than building a seven-story pagoda."

"This humble monk dares not forget the teachings of my master."

"I have entered this tribulation to save my fellow cultivators!"

The three True Lords hurriedly waved their hands: "Master, please don't get agitated."

"We're really fine, we don't need your help."

Ksitigarbha looked at them with a compassionate expression: "Have the three of you truly been affected by the calamity's energy?"

"He was calling me a little monk just now, but now, in order to confuse me, he's even calling me 'master'."

"Very well, let me lend you a hand!"

"Come on, take another cut!"

Having said that, Ksitigarbha raised his hand and slashed out with his sword.

The three True Lords looked frightened and ran away as fast as they could.

"No need! Fellow Daoist's abilities are vast; we are ashamed of our inferiority. Farewell!"

They dared not delay for a moment, fearing that if they left too late, the karma they had painstakingly accumulated would be destroyed by Ksitigarbha.

If we enter this calamity without being tainted by karma, then haven't we come here in vain?

"Fellow Daoist, don't run away! The sea of ​​suffering is boundless, but turning back is the shore!"

"I am now cutting off your karma; I am truly saving you!"

With a compassionate heart, Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva, wielding his precept knife, pursued and killed one immortal or deity after another.

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In the distance, Huanglong Zhenren witnessed the invincible power of Ksitigarbha and was immediately filled with excitement.

"Fellow Daoist, how about we have a match?"

Huanglong blocked Dizang's path.

Ksitigarbha looked Huanglong up and down, and seeing that he was full of calamity, he was overjoyed.

None of the deities I had just encountered had as much karma as Huanglong.

If one were to sever the other's karma, one's own path to severing karma would inevitably advance further.

Then, Ksitigarbha clasped his hands together and said, "Fellow Daoist, you are facing a calamity of death and will surely perish in it."

"Fortunately, you met this humble monk."

"This humble monk will now help you escape this calamity."

As Ksitigarbha wields his precept knife, the swastika symbol appears.

Amidst dazzling golden light and the continuous chanting of Buddhist hymns, he attempted to dispel the boundless karma accumulating on Huanglong's body with the supreme Buddhist teachings.

Huanglong was startled at first, but then he understood why the group of immortals and gods had been chased by Ksitigarbha.

"Fellow Daoist, what kind of methods do you have?" Huang Long looked at Dizang with a strange expression.

This power to sever karma will certainly be of great help to innocent beings who have been caught in this calamity.

However, for the deities who voluntarily entered the tribulation, Ksitigarbha's actions were tantamount to doing more harm than good.

"However, my karma is something you cannot sever, fellow Daoist."

Huanglong Zhenren looked at Dizang with a smile.

He practiced the Nine Revolutions Profound Technique, and his physical body was so powerful that it had already reached the point of being indestructible and impervious to all magic.

Ksitigarbha's desire to sever his karma is simply a pipe dream.

"Fellow Daoist, perhaps you should use some other methods."

"Otherwise, I'll have to use my fists to send you out of this calamity today!"

Master Huanglong was filled with fighting spirit.

He didn't even use any protective magical treasures; he only relied on his pair of iron fists, which contained the power to shatter mountains and break peaks, to make Ksitigarbha feel boundless pressure.

"drink!"

Master Huanglong let out a loud shout, his voice like a dragon's roar.

With a single punch, the air itself seemed to explode, and a faint dragon-shaped phantom swirled around the force of his punch, displaying unparalleled dominance.

Ksitigarbha dared not take the blow head-on and could only dodge to the side.

But the fierce wind from the punch still made his monk's robe flutter and his cheeks sting.

"Hahaha, fellow Daoist, don't run away! The sea of ​​suffering is boundless, but turning back is the shore!"

Huanglong was quite brave and relentlessly pursued and attacked Dizang.

Thus, after narrowly escaping Huanglong Zhenren's fierce attack once again.

Ksitigarbha finally realized that if he didn't unleash his true power, things wouldn't end well today. "Fellow Daoist, since you truly wish to fight me, then I shall risk my life!"

He slowly stopped, ceasing his fighting, and firmly planted his feet on the ground, his expression becoming more solemn and dignified than ever before.

He decided to use his most powerful and secret abilities.

"The golden body is indestructible!"

The moment he made his decision, an unimaginably powerful aura erupted from his seemingly frail body!

A colossal golden statue, towering ten thousand feet tall and formed entirely from the purest Buddhist vows and merits, slowly rose from behind him.

Its majestic appearance, with three heads and six arms, instantly suppressed the chaotic battlefield and void.

Immediately afterward, under the gaze of countless eyes that were either astonished, curious, or shocked, Ksitigarbha made a move that surprised everyone.

He reached out and grabbed his large, plain-colored monk's robe. With a sharp tearing sound, he ripped his shirt in two.

He exposed his strong and flawless upper body, the smooth muscle lines exuding power like an ancient Greek sculpture, every inch of his skin flowing with a faint golden divine glow, full of sacred and ascetic beauty.

Upon seeing this, Master Huanglong, who had just stopped his attack, was momentarily stunned, then clapped his hands and laughed loudly:
"Hahaha! What do you mean by that? Do you think that fighting with your clothes off will make you stronger?"

Upon hearing this, Ksitigarbha simply raised his hands slowly and clasped them together in front of his chest. His eyes, which were originally filled with compassion, now held an unfathomable depth.

"Fellow Daoist, please watch carefully."

"Alright! Since that's the case, then I'll take a good look and see what other skills you have!"

Master Huanglong laughed heartily, taking it as some kind of secret technique used by the other party to stimulate combat power, and his fighting spirit only increased.

He looked up to the sky and let out a high-pitched dragon roar, then unleashed his divine power of "Transforming Heaven and Earth".

Its body swelled in the wind, transforming into a dragon-headed giant with its head reaching the sky and its feet planted on the earth, facing off against the majestic golden figure, preparing for a most primal battle.

"boom!!!"

Two towering giants collided violently.

Every exchange of blows was like the collision of two ancient divine mountains, unleashing a terrifying shockwave that could destroy the world and crack the earth within a radius of a thousand miles.

They were evenly matched, one with an indestructible golden body and the other with an unparalleled physical body. Their battle was so fierce that it caused the heavens and earth to collapse and the sun and moon to lose their light. The more they fought, the more ferocious they became.

However, as time went on, Huanglong Zhenren's head, which had always been straightforward and full of fighting muscles, finally sensed that something was amiss.

He was surprised to find that his earth-shattering battle with Ksitigarbha was being "watched" by more and more people in an extremely bizarre way.

It is unclear when it started, but the gods and immortals who were fighting each other all around, whether they were enemies or friends, seemed to be drawn by some invisible force.

Their movements gradually slowed down, and their gazes were involuntarily drawn to the gleaming golden statue of Ksitigarbha.

"Wow...look at that golden statue, it's so...so cool! It's full of masculine energy!"

A female immortal who was fiercely battling her opponent suddenly stopped what she was doing.

Her cheeks were flushed, and she gazed at the golden statue of Ksitigarbha with a dreamy look in her eyes, murmuring to herself.

"Ahhh! He's so fierce! Look at his punches and kicks, they're full of powerful beauty! I love them!"

A witch from the Jiuli tribe screamed without restraint. Her gaze toward the Ksitigarbha statue was no longer hostile, but filled with naked admiration and infatuation.

"Hiss... hiss... This physique, these muscles, this golden sheen... It smells amazing! Hehe, why do I feel like I'm becoming a bit of a pervert?"

A male priest, usually known for his seriousness and rigidity, was secretly wiping the drool from the corner of his mouth and letting out a chilling, eccentric laugh.

For a time, regardless of friend or foe, male or female, or level of cultivation, it was all over.

The cultivators on both sides of the battlefield seemed to be bewitched, their minds deeply affected by Ksitigarbha's indestructible golden body.

At the beginning, Huanglong Zhenren was able to rely on his extraordinary willpower to force himself to concentrate on the battle without being greatly affected.

But soon he discovered that the longer he spent in contact with that golden statue, the more his Dao heart, which had long been cultivated to be as firm as a rock, began to stir.

Thoughts of greed, anger, ignorance, love, hate, and desire, originating from the depths of the soul, sprouted wildly like bamboo shoots after a spring rain, impossible to suppress.

It turns out that once the "Indestructible Golden Body" is activated, it will form an incomparably powerful domain called "Absolute Attraction".

All living beings within this realm will be uncontrollably drawn to that golden statue, causing their innermost greed, anger, and ignorance to be amplified infinitely, leading them to perform all sorts of ugly and disgraceful acts, which will be forever recorded by this world.

This truly terrified the fearless Huanglong Zhenren, leaving him drenched in cold sweat.

"How vicious! How bizarre the supernatural power!"

He was horrified and instantly understood the true terror of this supernatural power.

For these ancient saints who had long since disregarded life and death, death was not frightening.

However, what we fear most is having our opponents leave behind a "dark history" that is eternal and lasting for several generations, right in front of everyone!

Master Huanglong admitted that he was genuinely a little panicked.

He could even feel a deep urge within him to become "Huanglong Zhenren" and then pounce on that golden statue to perform a Rainbow Feather Dance.

He quickly shut down his six senses and forcibly suppressed the various bizarre thoughts in his mind.

"I've heard that there's a secret practice called 'Joyful Meditation' in Western religions. Could this guy's supernatural abilities be inspired by some strange and unusual method from it?"

While awkwardly dodging, Master Huanglong was internally ranting and raving.

The more he thought about it, the more likely it seemed.

"Fellow Daoist, stop running!"

The golden statue of Ksitigarbha, gleaming with light, pursued the enemy while unleashing a roar as powerful as a resounding bell:
"Buddha's Dharma is boundless, and you will be safe when you turn around!"

This seemingly Buddhist mantra, which encourages people to do good, is actually a terrifying supernatural power containing supreme laws.

Huanglong Zhenren's body instinctively wanted to turn his head away, as if there really was some "shore" behind him that he could cherish.

"Junior brother, you go first, leave this to me!"

Just at this critical moment, a clear voice came from the horizon, instantly extinguishing the restless flame in Huanglong Zhenren's heart.

A figure dressed in purple fairy robes arrived gracefully, riding on auspicious clouds.

"Thank you for saving me, Senior Brother!" Huanglong Zhenren felt as if he had been granted a pardon. He dared not delay for a moment and immediately transformed into a golden light and left.

If he stayed here any longer, he was afraid he would really become "Huanglong Zhenren" and have to perform a talent on the spot!

Chi Jingzi hovered in mid-air, looking down at the still majestic Ksitigarbha statue that had successfully attracted a large group of "fans," and a smile of interest appeared on his face.

He bowed respectfully to Ksitigarbha from afar and smiled:
"The great laws of the West are indeed profound and extensive, truly an eye-opener. I admire them greatly."

A compassionate expression appeared on the solemn face of the Ksitigarbha statue. He also clasped his hands in a gesture of respect and slowly said:

"Fellow Daoist, you flatter me. All I have done is to better save all sentient beings."

The two exchanged a few polite words, seemingly with impeccable manners, but their auras had already locked onto each other, and the next moment, they clashed again.

Knowing the strangeness of the opponent's supernatural power, Chi Jingzi dared not be negligent and immediately activated the "Purple Ribbon Immortal Robe" that Xuan Qing had personally crafted.

With a thought, his mind instantly entered a peaceful state, free from sorrow and joy, and his purple fairy robes shone with unprecedented brilliance.

"clang!!!"

He completely abandoned the idea of ​​dodging and, with the most powerful and fierce posture, directly met the demon-subduing pestle swung by the Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva.

At the same time, the Yin-Yang Mirror in Chi Jingzi's hand did not stop. As the Yin and Yang energies circulated, they transformed into streaks of black and white divine light, attacking Ksitigarbha's golden body with all their might.

However, when Ksitigarbha uses the supernatural power of "indestructible golden body", the way his combat power increases is also extremely strange.

The more devoted "believers" he attracts, the stronger the power of his golden body becomes, and naturally, the stronger his fighting power will be.

"No, if this continues, it will be difficult to take down Ksitigarbha directly."

Chi Jingzi quickly considered countermeasures.

He remembered his master's special instructions regarding this "purple celestial robe".

"The user of this celestial robe must maintain a pure and peaceful heart and act with integrity... Otherwise, they will suffer the backlash of this item..."

Then, he remembered the tricky question he had asked back then.

"What if I openly and honestly do something improper?"

A bold, almost insane, and mischievous idea instantly took shape in his mind.

"We'll give it our all! For the honor of the Chan Sect, and to protect the reputations of our fellow Daoists, so that no one has a dark past!"

Suddenly, Chi Jingzi took a deep breath, and then, facing the solemn and dignified golden statue of Ksitigarbha, he loudly proclaimed in a tone full of sincerity, openness, and righteousness:
"Fellow Daoist Ksitigarbha! Your golden statue is truly magnificent!"

"I wonder... does fellow Daoist have a Daoist partner?!"

Upon hearing this, the entire battlefield fell silent instantly.

All the immortals and gods who were fighting or indulging in infatuation seemed to be frozen in place, and all turned their gazes to this Golden Immortal of the Chan Sect who had uttered such astonishing words.

As if a strange switch had been flipped, Chi Jingzi maintained his "pure and peaceful" Dao heart and continued to speak eloquently in that incomparably "upright and righteous" tone.

“Fellow Daoist, look, we are both cultivators, and we value ‘wealth, companion, Dharma, and place.’ Now you have profound Buddhist teachings and possess a blessed place like Mount Ling. You can say that everything is ready, except for a like-minded ‘Daoist companion’!”

"I met a fellow Daoist in the Dragon Clan, whom everyone in the heavens calls Teacher Cang."

"How about we wait until this matter is settled, and I, this humble Taoist priest, act as matchmaker and tie the knot for you two?"

He spoke with such sincerity and deep emotion, as if he were truly worried sick about Ksitigarbha's lifelong happiness.

On the battlefield, suddenly finding a partner for the enemy is something no one can comprehend.

The "purple celestial robe" on Chi Jingzi's body seemed to indicate that his actions at this moment were completely in line with the standard of "openness and righteousness".

His defenses were not weakened at all; on the contrary, they became even more indestructible because of his pure thought of "thinking of others" at this moment!
Ksitigarbha looked even more puzzled.

What is this and what?
The Dragon Clan's Teacher Cang?

Does such a person exist? I've never heard of them.
However, what is even more bizarre is that his "absolute attraction" domain, which was originally used to confuse the masses and incite their greed, anger, and ignorance, has begun to show signs of instability under Chi Jingzi's "shenanigans".

Because at this moment, everyone's attention was no longer on his golden body, but had all shifted to the "Eight Trigrams" described by Chi Jingzi.

"The Dragon Clan's Teacher Cang?"

"If this works out, wouldn't the Western Religion be forming an alliance with the Dragon Clan through marriage?"

Even the fans who were already completely smitten started discussing this sudden "scandal" with great interest.

"Fellow Daoist, listen to me. This Ms. Cang is very famous, especially in the field of 'joyful Zen,' she'll definitely meet your requirements."

Chi Jingzi seemed to be possessed by a matchmaker, and began to describe Ms. Cang incessantly, as if he really wanted to find a partner for Jizo.

The powerful Dao heart he used to maintain his indestructible golden body actually began to fluctuate violently under Chi Jingzi's "open and aboveboard but not proper" verbal attack!
Ksitigarbha became increasingly confused as he listened.

Later, as he listened, he suddenly realized who Chi Jingzi was talking about.

The Dragon Clan's Teacher Cang.

He was proficient in the art of blissful meditation, also known as the art of union.

It is believed that the Joyful Union Sect has been able to thrive in all the worlds because of the existence of a certain powerful being.

So, who is this person?
"Fellow Daoist, you're not talking about the progenitor of the dragon race, are you?" Ksitigarbha thought of the Ancestral Dragon.

Chi Jingzi blinked: "Oh, so you and Teacher Cang already know each other?"

He looked as if he had just realized something.

"No wonder you used the indestructible golden body technique just now."

"In that case, it's not surprising."

Ksitigarbha's lips twitched, and he hurriedly shook his head: "It's not what you think."

"I have absolutely no relationship with Ao Cangzhen."

"It's alright, I understand," Chi Jingzi said with a smile.

"It's all for the sake of the Great Way!"

Ksitigarbha got angry: "What do you know!"

"I really understand it, and I even have Master Ao Cang's works in my collection. Look, this is the 'True Scripture of the Three Thousand Weak Waters'."

Chi Jingzi spoke in a serious tone while saying something unserious, and the celestial light emanating from his purple robes became even more dazzling.

"Fellow Daoist, would you like to read these scriptures?"

"Take it! Take it!"

The golden statue of Ksitigarbha trembled violently, and golden light flashed wildly on its surface.

The moment Chi Jingzi took out the "Three Thousand Weak Waters True Scripture," Dizang truly felt a pair of terrifying eyes scrutinizing him.

Ksitigarbha was completely dumbfounded.

So you actually have connections with Zulong?

What's even stranger is that the First Emperor actually responded.

What he didn't know was that Chi Jingzi had collected many related Daoist texts in order to study the Dao of Yin and Yang.

The First Dragon is the origin of the Way of Union in all the heavens and myriad realms.

How could Chijingzi not read the work of such a great master?

The First Emperor was a deity who did not concern himself with trivial matters.

After learning by chance that Chi Jingzi was a loyal reader of "Ao Cang", he was so happy that he specially sent Chi Jingzi several volumes of his works with his signature.

"Don't be so polite, these are all Master Ao Cang's published works, which are very useful for cultivating the Great Dao!"

Chi Jingzi smiled and pressed closer step by step.

Ksitigarbha was drenched in sweat and retreated step by step.

The pure and peaceful Daoist intent emanating from the purple celestial robes silently permeated the golden body of Ksitigarbha.

Many "believers" were influenced by this Daoist intention and gradually broke free from the control of the Golden Body Imperishable Divine Power, regaining their sanity.

Ksitigarbha's golden statue then dimmed.

He became increasingly panicked.

"What happened to me just now?"

The surrounding deities, recalling their recent experience, were so embarrassed they wished they could disappear into the ground.

They were actually "converted" by Ksitigarbha and bewitched!

"Fellow Daoist, you've gone too far!"

The gods from both sides were furious at the thought that they had inexplicably acquired a dark history.

Everyone was united in their hatred of the enemy.

"You wicked monk, you'd better give me your life!"

As countless supernatural powers attacked, Ksitigarbha knew he could not escape his fate, so he simply gave up struggling.

He clasped his hands together and bowed his head.

"Amitabha, if I don't go to hell, who will?"

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

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