BookMe #1701 - To make them pass away, this will bring immeasurable merits.
#1701 - To make them pass away, this will bring immeasurable merits.
Everyone was surprised by how fierce this Tang Sanzang was. This kick on the fat abbot's back almost gave them a hallucination—Tang Sanzang Drunk Beating Jiang Menshen, Sanzang Fighting the Tiger!
However, Tang Sanzang wasn't in a hurry to kill the fat abbot. Chu Hao, standing beside him, gave Tang Sanzang a look.
Tang Sanzang understood and grabbed the fat abbot's neck, lifting him up.
"Speak, who gave you that Diamond Sutra?"
The fat abbot's eyes were filled with fear, but he was very stubborn.
"I am the abbot of Jin Guang Temple, appointed by the Western Heaven to rule Jise Kingdom. I have cultivated Buddhism for many years. Isn't it normal for me to have a Diamond Sutra!"
Chu Hao sneered. That wasn't an ordinary Diamond Sutra. It had a strange, profound, and evil aura. It wasn't an ordinary demon.
However, the fat abbot was still very stubborn.
"I am the abbot of Jin Guang Temple. I wholeheartedly serve Amitabha Buddha. Tang Sanzang, you are a person who worships Buddha and seeks scriptures. We are colleagues. You cannot kill me!"
Tang Sanzang's eyes were filled with compassion and pity.
"You still call yourself an abbot? Don't you know that what I'm doing is called deliverance?
Amitabha Buddha, if good men and good women fall into the demonic path, this humble monk will help them attain extinction, thereby attaining immeasurable merit."
The fat abbot was shocked and angry.
"There is no such sentence in the Buddhist scriptures!"
Tang Sanzang was unmoved.
"Now there is. Be extinguished!"
The next second, Tang Sanzang suddenly threw a punch, directly blowing up the fat abbot's head!
Bang!
The fat abbot's head was like fruit being juiced, smashed into a pulp, falling to the ground, looking very terrifying.
However, Tang Sanzang was still very kind and, adhering to professional ethics, began to chant the sutra of deliverance, directly delivering the fat abbot's soul into the Avici Hell.
It wasn't until Tang Sanzang punched the fat abbot to death that the crowd reacted.
Especially the monks of Jin Guang Temple, their faces were filled with horror.
"How is this possible! We are clearly illuminated by the Buddha's light. Nothing should happen to us!"
"We are protected by the immeasurable powerhouses of the Western Heaven. The Buddha's light of Jin Guang Temple shines on us. How could we be injured? Even Tang Sanzang killing the abbot didn't receive any heavenly punishment. This is unreasonable!"
"Could it be that the Western Heaven has abandoned us? Could it be that the Buddha's light of Jin Guang Temple is fake?"
When this exclamation sounded, the monks of Jin Guang Temple fell into silence.
It sounded like that was really the case!
Otherwise, their abbot wouldn't have died so inexplicably, without even making a splash!
The ups and downs of life came too quickly. They didn't expect things to turn out like this.
They originally thought the Buddha's light of Jin Guang Temple had lit up, but they didn't expect their era to still be fading away!
"Run!"
When the first monk reacted, he already saw monks fleeing in panic, leaving this place.
Because they also knew that they had committed the serious crime of offending the king and despising royal power. If they were caught, they might become slaves of Jise Kingdom for the rest of their lives.
They panicked. All the monks fled outwards in terror, like a flood being released.
Seeing this, the National Preceptor snorted coldly.
"How can we allow you villains to wreak havoc on the world!"
A writing brush appeared out of thin air in the National Preceptor's hand. He waved his hand, and splashed ink quickly twisted into a poem:
"The forest dark, the grass startles the wind, the general at night draws his bow. At dawn, seeking the white feather, buried in the stone edge."
"Even if we can't rely on the Buddha's light of the Western Heaven, I am still a strong man of this era. Why should I fear this damn National Preceptor!"
"Chant the scriptures together to resist this rain of arrows!"
These monks of Jin Guang Temple were still very well-trained. Although their abbot was dead, under the threat of death, they burst out with extremely powerful combat abilities.
They chanted incantations, and golden Buddha light condensed on each of them. In the sky, even a statue of an Arhat's golden body manifested.
This was not a Dharma form summoned by inviting the Buddha, but a power cultivated by the monks of Jin Guang Temple in their daily lives.
This power was indeed extraordinary.
It was just laughable that, although they possessed this ability to slay evil, they had never used this power to slay evil before, but instead used it all to fight against Jise Kingdom.
At this moment, the rain of arrows released by the National Preceptor's ink splashed on the Arhat's Dharma form, but only a series of clanging sounds were heard.
Even though each arrow was enough to break open a boulder, it only caused a little white light to splash when it hit the Arhat's Dharma form, without any effect.
The National Preceptor's eyes narrowed, and he snorted coldly.
"How can Arhats commit sins, daring to call for a new sky!"
Then, a seemingly ancient and dilapidated brush appeared in the National Preceptor's hand. Even the penholder had some cracks.
However, the National Preceptor held this brush very solemnly.
"This brush is the ink treasure that my teacher used to fight against the enemy at the border back then. At that time, he also killed you bugs. Now, I will also use the brush to destroy you bandits in cassocks! A little bit of heroic spirit, a thousand miles of pleasant breeze, come, brush!"
With this clear shout from the National Preceptor, a surge of righteous energy came from the east in the sky and landed on the tip of the National Preceptor's brush.
The next second, the National Preceptor used this brush to write a poem:
"The Qinghai long clouds darken the snow mountains, the lonely city gazes afar at the Jade Gate Pass. In yellow sand, a hundred battles pierce through golden armor, never returning until Lou Lan is destroyed."
In the sky, righteous energy condensed, transforming into a golden-armored warrior, rushing towards the Arhat above the monks' heads.
The Arhat's Dharma form instinctively resisted the attack of this powerful golden-armored warrior, but the golden-armored warrior's power was extremely strong, splitting the sky with a sword, directly cutting off half of the Arhat's arm!
Instantly, the monks below vomited blood, clutching their arms, as if they had suffered the same injury.
Chu Hao couldn't help but open his eyes in surprise.
"National Preceptor, are you playing with something new?"
Chu Hao had never felt this new kind of power before. It was an energy that was neither magic power, nor spiritual power, nor the energy of evil demons.
It was a clear, bright, gentle, yet sharp power, like the magnanimity of a great Confucian scholar.
Chu Hao was secretly shocked. Could this be a Confucian method?