Chinese Superman

Chapter 207 Now that we have seen the Buddha, why not pay homage!

The old monk finally spoke.

His voice was old and kind, like the admonition of an elder.

"Having entered into ultimate bliss, why struggle?"

He slowly stood up, his tattered robe fluttering even without wind.

"This humble monk has been waiting for you for a long time."

"People from inside the wall!"

The smile on his lips gradually turned eerie.

"Take refuge in Buddha."

As soon as he finished speaking, the eight eyes of the bronze Buddha statue with four faces and eight arms lit up at the same time, shooting out eight eerie gray beams of light.

Where the gray light passed, the fierce resistance gradually subsided.

Wei Gang, who was brutally beating a monk, stood there stunned, the ferocity on his face slowly fading, replaced by a dazed calm.

"This place—" he murmured to himself, "is better than the world inside the walls."

"The world within the walls is a constraint, an enclosure where the Martial Ancestor confines us. The Pure Land is true freedom and unbridled joy!"

Xiong Ba loosened his clenched fist, looked around in confusion, and suddenly grinned: "So many rice paddies, this is the idyllic life I've always longed for."

The sharpness in Wu Dandan's eyes faded. She lowered her head, clasped her hands together, and said, "Put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha on the spot—"

Zhao Yunsu, Gao Ming, and even Cao Linghui, a martial arts master at the early stage of the Five Elements Realm, all had unfocused eyes, sat cross-legged, and muttered incantations.

"I take refuge in the Buddha!"

"May you be reborn in the Pure Land of Ultimate Bliss!"

None of the thirty-odd people in the group could resist; they all sat cross-legged, chanting Buddhist scriptures, perfectly blending into the original monks of the temple. It was eerie, yet there was no sense of incongruity!

Even though such a big commotion had just occurred, and many monks had been beaten and killed, the others remained as still as wooden or clay sculptures, sitting on their prayer cushions chanting sutras and worshipping Buddha, without the slightest ripple.

No, not all of them have fallen yet.

The moment the gray light shone in, Tian Shu had already put on the Nuo opera mask.

"squeak--!"

The Monkey King shrieked, his golden eyes snapped open, and his fur stood on end as he pounced on the old monk like a bolt of dark gold lightning.

"Hey! I am the Monkey King! You mere bald monk dare to try and subdue me? You're a hundred and eight thousand miles away!"

The old monk raised his eyes, a disdainful smile playing on his lips, and uttered only two words: "You impudent monkey."

"boom"

Suddenly, the bronze Buddha statue with four faces and eight arms behind the old monk suddenly surged with power, and its four giant hands slammed down simultaneously.

"Thump! Thump! Thump!"

The deafening roar of the great bell echoed throughout the temple. A giant bronze hand shattered the ground, another swept across and smashed the dozen or so Bodhisattva and Arhat statues enshrined on the side of the hall to pieces, and yet another giant bronze hand swept across the sky, missing the agile Monkey King, but instead blasted it out of the hall and protruded from the temple roof.

Tian Shu's plump figure spun rapidly in mid-air, as agile as a real monkey, with golden light flashing as he leaped and dodged three palm strikes.

But the fourth palm strike came too fast, too fast for him to dodge.

"Bang"

With a single slap, the Monkey King was pinned to the ground.

"Boom!"

The entire temple trembled, dust fell in abundance, and the buildings swayed precariously, unable to move.

The old monk raised his hand, bent down, and gently plucked it.

The mask fell off.

"Convert to Buddhism, and no matter how powerful you are, you monkey, you will be suppressed under the Five Fingers Mountain by Buddha." The old monk chuckled.

Then a gray light shone in.

"Damn it, I was lucky enough to summon a great Nuo god like the Monkey King, but I was too exhausted beforehand and haven't recovered yet—"

"Brother, help—help me—"

Tian Shu, who had collapsed to the ground, struggled a few times, then turned to look at Xia Xinghan, casting a longing glance that seemed to yearn for rescue.

Where is the Holy Grail?

Then, Tian Shu could no longer hold on, her eyes glazed over, and she finally collapsed to the ground, clasping her hands together and chanting sutras with the others: "Namo Amitabha Buddha — Namo Amitabha Buddha —"

For a moment, the entire temple was filled only with the orderly chanting of sutras.

Only one person was still standing.

Xia Xinghan.

The old monk's gaze fell on him, a strange light flashing in his cloudy eyes.

"Only you are left."

He took half a step forward, his tattered robe billowing even without wind, his aura surging, and suddenly he glared, shouting, "Why haven't you converted yet!"

"Why haven't you converted yet!?"

"Why haven't you converted yet?!"

Nearly a hundred believers and monks in the temple shouted in unison.

"Buzz"

The bronze Buddha statue with four faces and eight arms turned simultaneously, and the gaze of all eight eyes fell on Xia Xinghan.

A national-level aura of oppression!!

It is enough to instantly collapse any martial artist below the Five Elements Realm.

But Xia Xinghan remained standing.

His expression was calm.

He even started walking, taking his time.

The old monk's expression changed slightly.

"Now that you have seen the Buddha, why do you not bow down!" he roared, forming a mudra with his hands.

Xia Xinghan smiled.

I am the Martial Ancestor, why should I worship me!

The bronze Buddha statue trembled violently, its eight arms simultaneously forming mudras, the eight mudras converging at a single point—

"Thump!!!"

With a resounding boom like a great bell, the candlelight blazed up and the flames surged high, causing the entire temple to change dramatically!

Shifting stars.

The world spun around.

The next moment, Xia Xinghan was no longer in that dilapidated temple.

This is a vast Buddhist kingdom.

The sky was golden, and auspicious clouds swirled around it.

Countless golden Arhats sat cross-legged in the void, chanting scriptures.

In the distance are the Seven Treasures Forest and the Eight Merits Water, the ground is paved with gold bricks, and there are many pagodas.

In the very center is a colossal Buddha, seated cross-legged, towering to the heavens and standing tall on the earth, with a compassionate face and slightly closed eyes.

A Buddhist paradise on earth!

The ultimate mystery of bronze Buddha statues!

The old monk stood before the Buddha, his hands clasped together, his body radiating golden light, as if the true Buddha had descended to earth.

He looked at Xia Xinghan and sneered repeatedly.

"No matter who you are, once you enter my Buddhist kingdom, you must worship me!"

He pointed with his hand.

The enormous, boundless Buddha statue moved.

He slapped it down.

His palm, as large as a mountain, covered the sky, its dazzling golden light rippling like the sea, carrying the oppressive power of the entire Buddhist kingdom, and crashed down.

Xia Xinghan looked up.

Then—keep moving forward.

They walked at a steady pace, maintaining the same rhythm and pace throughout.

The palm struck three feet above his head, but could not advance any further.

It was as if an invisible barrier was blocking out the power of the entire Buddhist kingdom.

The old monk's pupils contracted.

"This—this is impossible!"

He waved his hands repeatedly, and the Buddha made his move again.

One palm strike! Two palm strikes! Three palm strikes!

Ten blows!

A hundred palm strikes!

Every corner of the sky in the [Earthly Buddhist Kingdom] was filled with enormous, solid, golden Buddha palms.

With a single palm strike, it was as if the Western Paradise had collapsed, crushing the entire Blissful World!

Each palm strike could shatter mountains and dry up lakes and seas; each palm strike could suppress the Five Elements Realm.

But Xia Xinghan kept walking.

The palm prints landed around him, but it was as if they had fallen into another dimension, unable to touch him at all.

Invulnerable to all laws

This is the effect of the former [Nine Netherworld Suppressing Diagram] plus the [Gravity Field], which Xia Xinghan has now fully mastered, forming a pure form that is impervious to all laws.

Passing through a sea of flowers, not a single petal clings to me!

The old monk's smile froze on his face.

"Who—who are you?!"

Xia Xinghan did not answer.

He traversed the Buddhist realm, passing through layers of palm prints and countless obstacles of Arhats, as easily as passing through grass or stepping over puddles, walking step by step toward the old monk.

The old monk retreated, having used every trick in the book.

He summoned the bronze Buddha statue itself, its eight arms waving in unison, unleashing a multitude of ritual implements, blowing a conch shell, smashing down a vajra, blooming a lotus flower, illuminating a precious mirror, and coiling prayer beads around it—

None could get close.

The old monk's expression changed from astonishment to shock, and then to fear.

That fear surged from the depths of my soul.

He had seen strong people.

Ten years ago, the “Misty Apocalypse” that swept across Southeast Asia suddenly descended. “He” once saw the golden Great Wall in the distance and the solitary and powerful figure on the wall.

He alone saved the entire apocalypse.

At that moment, that figure was right in front of him.

Xia Xinghan stopped three feet in front of him and simply smiled faintly.

"who I am?

"Who else could I be?"

The old monk's pupils suddenly contracted.

In that instant, he understood everything.

"You—you are—" the old monk's voice trembled, "You are the one on the wall!"

For ten years, that golden Great Wall has stood tall, and that figure has never left.

Everyone thought he wouldn't come out.

Everyone thought he could only stay there.

The golden walls protected all living beings, but they also bound him.

But right now, he was right in front of him.

The old monk gave a bitter smile.

"Yes—it's you—and it can only be you—"

His voice was hoarse, filled with despair, but also with a strange sense of relief.

"I never expected this—you actually came down the mountain yourself."

He paused, his gaze sweeping over the brainwashed crowd, a strange smile playing on his lips.

"But it doesn't matter anymore. They'll be buried with me anyway. Since you've personally come down the mountain to clean up the mess, no one can escape!"

The "they" here can refer to the brainwashed crowd, or to the Deep Sea Beast King and the Zombie Emperor.

"No one will die. You don't understand my methods," Xia Xinghan replied calmly.

He began pacing around the old monk.

a circle.

Two laps.

Three laps.

His gaze was as if he were looking at a rare and unusual object.

The old monk felt extremely uncomfortable under his gaze, yet dared not move.

"I see."

Xia Xinghan suddenly stopped, clicking his tongue in amazement.

"That's really interesting."

"You are not an incarnation of an evil god."

"Your [Transformation] is wondrous, restraining the [Assimilation] corruption of the evil god's avatar."

"So he's fishing to kill two birds with one stone: he wants to use us to eliminate you, this destabilizing factor, so he can completely dominate Southeast Asia. If that doesn't work, it can at least keep us in check, creating an opportunity for him to infiltrate Great Xia."

In an instant, Xia Xinghan guessed the evil god's clone's intentions and plans.

"I underestimated the evil god's avatar and had less information. I thought it came from the [Mist Apocalypse], but it seems that's not the case. The reason it can control the monsters in the mist is because of the evil god's assimilation and corruption."

Xia Xinghan observed and deduced as he went.

"You are already dead. Your insides have been eaten away, leaving only a human skin."

The old monk's expression changed.

Xia Xinghan continued, "Right now, you're nothing but a wisp of remnant spirit—no, you've been possessed by the relic?"

He looked at the four bronze Buddha statues behind the old monk.

"The bronze Buddha statue is the real thing."

The old monk's lips twitched.

Xia Xinghan's gaze deepened, as if piercing through time.

"How could this be—there are so many relics in the Great Xia Dynasty, but there's never been a case of a relic possessing its owner. Hmm—I understand now."

He nodded.

"The mist! It was the mist that caused this national treasure to become corrupted and turn against its master. It killed you, stole your body, and has been living on in your identity ever since."

He walked up behind the old monk and stopped.

The old monk stood frozen in place, motionless. His body was hollowed out by worms, devoid of any flesh or blood. He shouldn't have been able to sweat, but at this moment, he had the illusion that he was drenched in sweat.

He didn't make a single move from beginning to end.

There was no resistance.

There was no struggle.

There wasn't even a small movement.

Because he knew it was useless.

This young man is the Martial Ancestor!

He is the master of that golden Great Wall.

He was the one who single-handedly stopped all the apocalypses outside of Great Xia ten years ago!!

All his methods were futile in the face of that person.

Xia Xinghan looked at the old monk's back.

Starting from the crown of the head, along the spine, all the way to the waist, there is an extremely thin slit.

That slit was as thin as a hair.