Headless Immortal

Chapter 145 A Clay Bodhisattva Crossing the River, a Rat Building a Bridge

The spreading silt solidified into the ground in an instant, submerging the tables and desks in all directions. In the process of shifting and turning, they broke and were reshaped, becoming the support for the clay statues of gods. The hall of the post station became even more profound, and the walls were painted with white frost with flying goddesses and the Eight Heavenly Dragons. Monks and nuns worshipped devoutly.

The incense smoke wafts around the dignified and solemn Bodhisattva.

The Bodhisattva made a demon-subduing mudra with his left hand and a demon-slaying incantation with his right.

"May the pure land of Buddha be adorned, and may all sentient beings throughout the Dharma realm, who are drowning in suffering, awaken the Bodhi mind and, in this very lifetime..."

The evening drum resounded.

Buzzing.

The post station was transformed into a Buddhist temple, with statues of Skanda, Mahasthamaprapta, the Four Heavenly Kings, Vajrapani, fierce and malevolent spirits, glaring angrily.

The Living Buddha Lu Xun, who was about ten feet tall, looked as small as an ordinary monk entering the main hall.

As the bells and drums sounded, the Vajras chanted scriptures in unison, like shackles falling on Lu Xun, forcing him to walk to the prayer mat in the main hall and kneel before the Bodhisattva statue.

The clay bodhisattva with its lowered eyes boomed: "You little demon in the river, how dare you call yourself a Buddha? Do you know the bodhisattva's methods?"

Point it out.

Vajrapani.

Living Buddha Lu Xun's black-gold demonic eyes flashed with a pale golden light. His cannon fist swept through and shattered all the Vajra Hands. When he tried to raise his fist forward, he suddenly found that the ground beneath his feet had spread up to his ankles. It was like water but not water, and it was not mud but not mud. The more he tried to step on something, the more his body sank in.

Seeing that the Living Buddha of Peach Blossom Spring could not turn back, the heretical man hidden in the crowd went straight for the mermaid girl.

The wooden plank slid down the main hall, and he untied the cloth bag at his waist.

Keng.

With a sharp fork thrusting diagonally, the yellow-skinned rat holding a compass blocked Gong Li's path, shouting, "Black Armor, White Skin, go help the King!"

As expected, the Black and White Duo charged straight ahead. Shu Er, no longer hesitant, turned the compass with his left claw and threw out yellow sand from his sleeve. The sandstorm immediately formed a barrier, blocking the silt.

Unexpectedly, a pale shadow seemed to blend into the sandstorm, leaping across the dust with the yellow wind to appear behind Shu Er. With a flick of its iron claws, it aimed straight at the trembling girl clutching something. A cold smile appeared on its lips. Who cares about fighting to the death? Of course, the target is more important. Everything it did was to seize the mermaid girl.

The light seemed to flash before his eyes, and the eagle-clawed man with the hooks thought that the clay bodhisattva could no longer maintain the pure land, allowing the darkness outside to sneak in. However, why was this darkness so cold?

Looking to the side, what came with the wind was not darkness, but a dark shadow.

Ding.

Sparks flew as the iron chains clashed with the longsword. The man in the straw raincoat, whose legs were bound with armored horses and whose feet were fitted with eagle claws, used the momentum to retreat. The armored horses flashed and made him flip in mid-air. However, before he could retaliate, the black figure that should have been in front of him merged into the yellow wind.

Keng.

Eagle Claw Man used the move "Su Qin Carries the Sword," his iron claws deflecting the attack. He was then slammed into the air by the force, and the sandstorm intensified. The dark figure appeared and disappeared unpredictably, only continuing to strike with his sword.

Ding-ding-ding-ding.

The clanging sounds continued.

The extraordinary man from the Jingshi Society, wearing an eagle-claw raincoat, hovered in mid-air.

The man in the straw raincoat urged his 'armored horse' in an attempt to escape his dire disadvantage.

The defense was already difficult, and this time, his use of magic caused him to lose his rhythm and balance. He suddenly twisted his body, raised his head sharply, and with a whoosh, his bamboo hat was cleaved in two by a sword. A cold voice echoed in his ears.

"Your Majesty, please do not decapitate people."

bass.

A sudden chill ran down his neck. Before the man in the straw hat could react, the coldness had already permeated his body. Then, a gush of hot blood spurted out, and his head was lifted up by the column of blood.

Before it could land, a dark figure darted forward and grabbed it.

Upon closer inspection, it was a monster with an eagle's head and a human body, its long sword slowly unfolding like a fan, transforming into wings.

As the eagle monster burst forth from the yellow wind with its wings, the wings it had flapped out retracted in mid-air, emitting a metallic scraping sound, and transformed into a black feathered sword, piercing straight at the outsider who wanted to cross Shuer.

The man in the cloth bag was terrified. He tried to defend himself but was still torn open with a foot-long wound by the black feather sword. Without hesitation, he crawled into the cloth bag.

The cloth bag suddenly inflated into a balloon, and in an instant floated towards the ceiling, shattering the blue tiles, breaking the beams and pillars, tearing open a large hole, and continuing to fly upwards.

"A setting sun spreads across the water, half the river shimmering green, half crimson red." With a sense of righteousness and poetry as his foundation, the illusory reflection of the river flashed by, and the scholar drew water from it and poured it onto the ground, simultaneously forming a ripple barrier that protected them as they retreated towards the door.

The clay sculpture of the main hall was submerged in water and collapsed due to the tilting of the beams and pillars.

Boom.

A six-foot-tall mechanical puppet smashed open the doors of the main hall.

Call for reinforcements!

The Divine Martial Guard of the local government pulled the signal flare, and with a whoosh, the signal arrow flew into the sky and exploded into a dazzling firework. Half of those who could stay at the county government post station were Divine Martial Guards, and the other half were heretics who responded to the call of the Jiangzhou local government.

Even after such an event occurred, there was no panic. After firing a signal flare, they quickly organized manpower to suppress the expansion of the silt.

Seeing the black-armored and white-skinned figures charging towards him, Lu Xun turned around and shouted, "Protect Gong Li!"

He doesn't need anyone's help at all.

As he spoke, he swung his iron fist, which was larger than a stone millstone. In its hardened state, the cannon fist punched out a terrifying ravine, and a gap several feet wide appeared in the muddy ground.

Seeing that the king was unharmed, the Black and White Duo quickly turned around.

The clay bodhisattva's left and right hands are pressed together.

"The Eight Bodhisattvas!"

The statues inside the hall moved their eyes and cracked as they moved their bodies.

Some wielded hammers, some used maces, and others smashed with pearl umbrellas, thrust with vajras, aimed at the forehead with golden gourds, and struck the waist with pipa. The net was pulled out of the mud and locked up the Living Buddha Lu Xun. The various statues, each carrying a different weapon, attacked Lu Xun.

Hard.

Xuanjia!

With a booming sound, the hexagonal blue shield completely enveloped Lu Xun. To outsiders, he looked as if he were trapped in a crystal ball, withstanding the first wave of attacks while angrily throwing a punch.

His fist was a fist larger than the octagonal copper hammer used by the warriors in the story. The pipa broke, the golden melon shattered, the demon-subduing pestle along with the head of Mahasthamaprapta was crushed, and the pearl umbrella and the body of the Heavenly King collapsed in the mud.

With the cannon fist as its edge and the ape-shaped fist as its frame, it was no longer a shuttle weaving cloth, but a millstone, crushing everything around it.

The entire Mahavira Hall was reduced to ruins, with mud and broken tiles falling incessantly, splashing and scattering mud and splattering. The half-submerged Bodhisattva was no longer recognizable as its former majestic figure, with broken limbs revealing the internal structure and filth. Even the clay Bodhisattva above the head seat stared blankly at the cracked Vajra hand.

thump.

The hand broke off and fell into the muddy water.

The main hall was restored to its original appearance as a county government post station, dilapidated and on the verge of collapse. The clay bodhisattva turned his arm, and the severed Vajra hand grew back. The mud was still dispersing, and his body changed from sixteen feet to the original six-foot-tall monk. He put his hands together and said, "The Living Buddha of Peach Blossom Spring is indeed worthy of his name."

"Give me back my elder brother!" Niu Datong raised his axe and leaped down to chop the clay Buddha. The clay Buddha did not resist, letting the axe split its clay body open. However, deep in the yellow mud, there was a Taoist priest with his eyes closed. It was too late for Niu Datong to change his move.

A muffled thud came from his arm, and the thin young man appeared in front of Niu Datong at some point.

Lu Xun glanced sideways with slight surprise. The dashing woman was carrying the thin young man's body on her bent arm, and murmured softly, "A clone, or a soul?" He wondered what kind of cultivation technique it was that could create such an illusionary body. Not only could it move at supersonic speed, but it could also touch a physical body to block killing moves.

呲.

Niu Datong pulled out his axe and dared not unleash his full strength again.

He never imagined that his elder brother was hidden inside a clay statue by a clay bodhisattva.

The thin young man turned and charged straight at the mud bodhisattva. Soft white light rushed into the monk's body and passed right through him. The white light and yellow mud stuck together, like a soul leaving the body. The young man was holding a colorful-robed sorcerer with his eyes closed. He had pulled out most of the sorcerer's body, and the other half was still inside.

The clay bodhisattva clapped his hands, and the yellow mud swallowed both of them whole. The young man then emitted a white light and disappeared.

At the same time, the young man being carried by the dashing woman suddenly opened his eyes.

Boom.

The clay bodhisattva lowered his brows and recited the sutra: "Thus have I heard. All those who came together were taught by Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva."

The Bodhisattva said, "If I don't go to hell, who will?" And so...

Before he could finish reciting his scriptures, his body began to dissolve, and the colorful sorcerer inside him was completely absorbed into the mud. The surging yellow mud coalesced into a undulating python, which suddenly burst through the post station and rushed into the night, heading straight for the mermaid girl.

Interference from the whistle not far away caused him to try to take off, but his taut body bounced back. Looking back, he saw a giant tortoise, ten feet tall, clinging to his tail and pinning him to the ground.

puff.

That section suddenly broke off.

The girl's eyes widened, and she raised her hands in front of her as if in prayer. However, upon closer inspection, it was clear that she was holding something in her hands: a conch shell, a white conch shell.

Gong Li took a deep breath, his cheeks puffed out, and the conch shell swelled up along with them, instantly growing to the size of a bull's horn.

Woo!
Like thunder rumbling through the sea of ​​clouds, or waves crashing against the shore, torrents gushed forth from the conch shells, instantly like a river dam bursting, or like seawater overflowing a river and washing yellow mud back upstream, a terrifying torrent of water gushing out continuously.

Gong Li mustered all his strength, seemingly about to blow until the sky and earth were darkened.

The sound of the conch shell and the raging waves abruptly ceased.

Gong Li opened her tightly closed eyes, her cheeks tucked in, her mouth pinched into the shape of a goldfish, the conch shell still held in her hand, but it quickly shrank.

The surging water was also controlled by the red-faced, green-toothed Five-Power God with one hand. As the five fingers slowly closed, the seawater equivalent to half a reservoir flew in the air, like a dragon completely entangling the mud dragon.

The mud dragon tried to fly out, but the water dragon was completely unafraid of the mud soup and even melted it completely into the water. Wutong Luxun's superb water control made it impossible for the mud bodhisattva to break free.

Confucian scholars, mechanical engineers, even the Divine Martial Guards of the Earthly Bureau and other heretics all recalled a phrase.

A clay bodhisattva crossing a river can hardly save itself.

Playing in the water.

The water vapor evaporated into mist, and the water dragon was swirled into a ball that enveloped the mud Bodhisattva. As the mist continued to evaporate, the water ball rapidly shrank, and in the blink of an eye, it had become four feet square.

The clay Buddha poked its head out and cried out, "Lord Rat, save me!"

Everyone was on high alert, especially the Divine Martial Guards, who were on high alert. If even a clay Bodhisattva was so difficult to deal with, what would happen if a monster capable of saving the clay Bodhisattva appeared? The casualties would be heavy. However, no unusual phenomena occurred, and the monster did not make a move; the situation remained unchanged.

"Yellow-skinned rat, you can't just stand by and watch it die!"

Upon hearing the mention of rats, especially yellow-skinned ones, everyone's attention immediately fell on Shu'er.

Shu Er sighed, cupped his hands and stepped forward, turning his face away, and said sincerely, "Your Majesty, he could not possibly be a member of the White Lotus Sect, nor does he intend to reclaim Gongli for the White Lotus Sect. I beg Your Majesty to spare his life for my sake."

Wu Tonglu Xun glanced indifferently at the water sphere in the sky with his golden demonic eyes, slowly lowered it, and said, "I will definitely give you face."

Shu'er had followed him wholeheartedly, and in the Meng County government office, they had shared life and death, helping him rescue Bai Pi and the Taoist priest. How could he possibly refuse Shu'er's request?

He simply said, "Spit the person out."

The clay bodhisattva quickly opened its mouth wide and vomited out the colorful-clad sorcerer.

Lu Xun used his water manipulation to grab the sorcerer, separating him from the body. With a casual flick of his wrist, Niu Datong and the dashing woman caught him. Niu Datong angrily said, "So, you're all in cahoots. What did you do to my brother?"

Wu Tonglu splashed a stream of water over, and the colorful-robed sorcerer coughed suddenly.

"Big brother!"

When Niu Datong saw his elder brother wake up, he was overjoyed and wept. He knelt down and kowtowed three times to Wutong Lu Xun.

Hatred is hatred, and gratitude is gratitude; people in the martial world can distinguish between the two. Moreover, it seems that this Water King is unaware that the demons under his command are acquainted with the Mud Bodhisattva.

……

The arrogance of the Five Gods remained, and without uttering a word, they casually tossed the worn-out clay Bodhisattva aside.

The clay Buddha is now only the size of a palm, and Shu Er holds it in his hand.

Toothless landed from the night sky, carrying two human heads in his hands.

The captain riding a red-maned horse also brought the Divine Martial Guards of the Earth Division to provide support. When he saw the mess on the ground and Wutong Lu Xun, he thought that Lu Xun had clashed with other heretics and strange people. He lowered his voice and was about to ask.

"what happened?"

The valiant general led his troops to the scene, gripping his spear and staring intently at Wutong Lu Xun.

Benlei snorted and rushed out of the stable to Lu Xun's side.

"You tell me."

The valiant general pointed at the post station clerk, who, having witnessed everything, dared not conceal it and told the whole story.

Niu Datong spoke up in defense: "General, we were all bewitched by the demon Mud Bodhisattva, which is why we said they stole the things. In fact, they did not steal them."

The valiant general, perched high on his horse, surveyed the scene, his gaze settling on Gong Li. He then turned to Gao Xiaowei, before looking at Wu Tonglu Xun, and asked, "Why are they fighting over a young girl? Could this person be connected to the White Lotus Sect?" He raised his spear, pointing it at the mermaid girl.

Gao Qingzhi laughed and smoothed things over, saying, "The White Sect has always acted eccentrically, and we could never know what madmen are thinking. Just like no one expected Zhangzhou Jingshi to rebel, otherwise the officials in the court would not have delayed for so long, waiting for our intelligence before asking General Di to send troops."

The valiant general removed his helmet, revealing a square face with a scar running from his eyebrow to the corner of his mouth, giving him a rugged appearance. He had a prominent nose, and beneath his sharp eyebrows hung a pair of piercing eyes.

"War is all about information asymmetry. If others know something and I don't, we might be defeated. It doesn't matter if I lose; it's just death."

"But if I lose, it will implicate many people."

"My men, and my superiors."

"I don't want there to be any secrets between us."

"High School Lieutenant!"

(End of this chapter)