Starting with the titmouse, seventy-two transformations

Chapter 472 You are an enemy of Buddha, an enemy of Buddha who will destroy all Buddhas in the world!
"what?"

The monk Kongjian exclaimed in surprise, his eyes reflecting a terrifying light and shadow, as if it were the sun itself.

Amidst the rings of light and mist, a powerful figure, seemingly both god and human, demon and monster, swung his staff and struck.

Behind him, numerous giant demonic phantoms appeared, including apes, dragons, tigers, elephants, rhinoceroses, eagles, crows, and spiders.

Each one is as tall as a mountain, reaching to the sky and touching the earth. They seem as ephemeral as bubbles, yet they are filled with a terrifying reality that makes people feel uneasy and fearful.

The old monk lived for over nine hundred years and attained the status of "Arhat" in Buddhism. What kind of opponent had he not seen?

But the figure shrouded in the swirling, abundant light and mist before him filled him with inexplicable fear and dread, and a sense of impending doom arose in his heart.

"No, no...you are...you are...Buddha's Enemy!"

The swastika symbol in his eyes suddenly shattered, seeping blood and tears. His hands frantically formed hand seals, thumbs touching, index fingers bent like lotus petals, and the remaining three fingers interlocked into a ring, with a Buddha-like light condensing at his fingertips.
"You are an enemy of Buddha, an enemy of Buddha who will destroy all Buddhas in the world!"

"How could this be? How could this be... Buddha... Buddha is immortal and indestructible. Even after passing away, he is reincarnated and reborn. How could he die?"

In a daze, it was as if a corner of time and space had been lifted before his eyes, revealing a scene of despair—

On a towering mountain that resembles a pillar of heaven, the Buddha's light shines for thousands of miles, and magnificent temples stand tall like a forest, while the Buddha sits atop the mountain preaching the Dharma.

Suddenly, flowers rained down from the sky, and golden lotuses sprang from the ground. Bodhisattvas, Arhats, monks, bhikkhus, and other monks were all captivated by the spectacle.

It resembles the legendary Western Paradise, a sacred and pure land, a place of blessings, health, and peace, free from the suffering of birth, old age, sickness, and death, free from pain, disability, and hunger, where there is only joy, purity, and equality.

until……

With a single blow from the east, mountains crumbled and the earth split, shattering this blissful Buddhist kingdom!
The Buddha on the mountaintop was torn to pieces, and the Bodhisattvas, Arhats, monks, and nuns who were listening to the sutra were shattered into a bloody mist!
Smallpox, golden lotus, joy and purity, equality and freedom from suffering—all vanished under this single blow…

All were reduced to ashes!

"No—how could this be? How could this be?"

For over nine hundred years, the monk Kongjian had been practicing vegetarianism and chanting Buddhist scriptures. At this moment, he was utterly despondent, and his Buddhist heart was shattered.

How could the omnipotent Buddha, the compassionate Bodhisattva, and the immortal Arhat die like this?
What kind of monster is that Donglai's staff?

He strained with all his might, his bloodshot eyes wide, peering through the sky filled with Buddha's blood, the shattered sacred mountain, and the broken Western Paradise, finally making out the man's appearance—

With three heads and six arms, treading on wind and fire, wielding a staff that reaches the sky, and a third eye between its brows, its appearance is clearly...

"boom!"

A pale golden staff shadow shattered the clouds and broke through the void, striking his chest with the force of a thunderbolt.

"puff!"

The old monk coughed up blood and flew backward, his chest caved in, and cracks spread all over his body like a spider web, much like the cracked iron Buddha statue in the temple.

Rays of Buddha's light overflowed from the cracks, while blood gushed out and splashed like rain.

He only took one blow...

His nine hundred years of arduous Buddhist practice was destroyed, his physical body nearly collapsed, his magical power surged backward, and his life force was completely cut off.

"Om~"

At that moment, a figure broke through the blood-red clouds and came chasing after them, like a streak of blue and red light piercing through the sky.

Three heads and six arms!

Stepping on wind and fire!

One staff to the sky!
Except for the vertical pupil between his eyebrows, he is almost identical to the person who destroyed the sacred mountain and shattered the Buddhist paradise he had seen before!
"It's you...it was you all along!"

The monk Kongjian suddenly realized something, opened his mouth and shouted, his expression was like that of a madman, like crying and laughing, his eyes filled with a complex mix of emotions such as fierceness, hatred, realization, pleading and fear.

"boom!"

The shadows of the staff were violent, seemingly as heavy as a mountain yet as light as a feather, layer upon layer, blotting out the sky and completely filling the old monk's vision—

First, he struck the forehead with a stick, shattering the skull; then he slammed the cheek with another stick, smashing half of the skull.

Then he struck the left shoulder with the stick, followed by another blow to the spine on the back, and then another blow to the leg.

Buddha's light burst forth, blood flowed freely, and rotten flesh splattered, as if being slowly dismembered.

Six blows, seven blows, eight blows...

"boom!"

"Boom!" "Boom boom boom!"

……

After a few breaths, all the thousands of stick shadows disappeared.

Blood rained down from the sky.

The raindrops fell in a gentle, compassionate drizzle, carrying a faint scent of sandalwood, causing all living things to grieve.

Another immortal has fallen.

Liu Sheng stood in the rain, his true energy dissipated, and his long staff transformed back into monkey hair.

He exhaled a breath of stale air, and his pores opened, releasing a milky white mist that gushed out like water.

But after two or three breaths, all the physical strength and true energy he had consumed were fully restored, and his combat power was not diminished in the slightest.

And now, there is no more Kongjian the monk in the world.

Nine hundred years of arduous cultivation, all gone in a single day.

Only a vajra, its spiritual light dim, floated and sank, and dared not move rashly.

It had tried to fly away earlier, but was beaten to a pulp by the sticks that came from all directions, and became completely docile.

"Ah Xiang is really lacking a suitable magic weapon..."

Liu Sheng spurred his feet forward, and with a "whoosh," he arrived before the Vajra Pestle.

"Will you surrender or not?"

"...This humble monk is willing to surrender, please stop fighting, please stop fighting..."

The vajra nodded repeatedly, completely surrendering.

These mysterious artifacts are inherently profound; in a sense, they are similar to objects that have become demons, possessing intelligence no less than that of ordinary people and being very pragmatic.

Not interesting!
I thought he'd at least say some polite words, but he just slid to his knees in a flash!
Liu Sheng suddenly felt bored and pursed his lips:
"Your Buddhist sect has always been known throughout the world for its hard skills. Logically speaking, everyone here should be tough as nails. How come you surrendered after just a few words?"

Vajra was silent for a moment, then spoke righteously:

"...Benefactor, you are born with a Buddha's heart and are a living Buddha incarnate. It is not shameful for this humble monk to subdue you."

I go!

They really know how to lick!
Wait, does this young master really have the talent of "Buddha's heart"?
That's alright then, you're right.

Liu Sheng awkwardly touched his nose, put the vajra into his body, and looked up to see a figure running wildly through the sea of ​​clouds, trying to get away from this place.

It was none other than Gu Qingyang!
How could this patriarch of the Gu family in Yangzhou remain unmoved when he saw Liu Sheng kill the Space Monk, who was even stronger than him, in just a few moves?

But as soon as he tried to escape, he was entangled by a howling black wind that bound his hands and feet, and he couldn't break free no matter what he did.

Even if he unleashed his full power with the green bamboo staff, it was to no avail.

However, it was actually a hidden move set up by Liu Sheng, disguised as Old Bear who was watching from the sidelines.

After seeing Du Renwang off, he secretly sneaked back.

Seeing that Gu Qingyang was trying to escape, he immediately took action.

The combination of "Level 7 Overturning the Seas" and "Level 7 Indestructible Vajra," along with "Level 6 Wind Summoning" which allows one to merge with the wind, makes one incredibly agile...

Gu Qingyang was completely helpless against him!
He was stronger, had better defense, was more agile, and possessed "Bloodlust," which could amplify his combat power. Before the fight even officially began, Old Bear had already won.

"Brother Liu, let's talk this out. Why resort to violence?"

At this moment, Gu Qingyang also realized that something was wrong and quickly spoke up.

A true man can bend and stretch, let alone when facing life and death.

"All the nice things were said before the fight even started."

Liu Sheng shrugged, glanced at the green bamboo staff in his hand, and raised his voice:
"Old Bear, hurry up, I need that mystical weapon."

"I know!"

A hoarse voice came from the black wind, which then transformed into a deafening roar of a bear:
"Hand over my bamboo staff!"

(End of this chapter)