Entry: I Secretly Cultivate Immortality in the Martial Arts World

220: Chapter 220 Buddha and Demon are one, only a matter of thought!Jingxin’s destination this time was not the Spirit Realm, but that Mortal Realm.

In the mouths of Cultivators in the Spirit Realm, this world was called the Nanming No. 73 Mortal Realm.

Located in a remote corner of the myriad worlds, its Spiritual Qi was thin, and it was originally not worth mentioning.

However, due to the matter of Monk Arhat, it had long since caught the eyes of the various Bodhisattvas and Arhats of the Buddhist sect.

Arhat Jingxin emerged from the Heart-Regret Ravine, traveled through the barriers of the Immortal Realm, and descended above the Spirit Realm.

He did not want to alert the various factions in the Spirit Realm, so he used a secret Buddhist technique to conceal his Aura, following the mark left by Monk years ago to find the spatial node leading to that Mortal Realm.

The perimeter of this world was shrouded by a Formation.

That Formation was naturally formed, with Spiritual Qi flowing like coiling Dragons and snakes; it appeared unremarkable, but actually contained hidden mysteries.

Jingxin probed it with his Divine Sense, and his heart trembled slightly.

The strength of this Formation’s defense was enough to withstand the existence of a Golden Immortal.

He considered himself at the Peak of the Arhat Realm, comparable to a Profound Immortal, but still a step away from a Golden Immortal.

If he were to force his way in, he feared it would not be easy.

However, Jingxin had come this time already having lost his patience, scorched by that nameless fire in his heart.

Unwilling to return empty-handed, he immediately summoned his personal Magic Treasure.

A Vajra Pestle, gilded all over, was a demon-subduing instrument bestowed by a Bodhisattva.

He channeled all his Dharma power, and the Vajra Pestle transformed into a golden light, smashing fiercely against the Formation.

When one strike failed, he struck again.

He brought out several more Magic Treasures: a begging bowl, prayer beads, and a precept knife. All sorts of Magical Artifacts were unleashed, bombarding it in turns.

Although the Formation was strong, it was ultimately unmanned.

Under Jingxin’s relentless bombardment, disregarding the cost to his own cultivation, it finally cracked open a tiny fissure.

Jingxin seized the opportunity, his figure turning into a wisp of golden light as he drilled through the fissure.

As soon as he entered, he felt his whole body sink.

The Laws of this world were vastly different from those of the Immortal Realm, and the Spiritual Qi was so thin it was almost non-existent.

He stood on the clouds and looked back; the fissure in the Formation had already healed on its own.

At this moment, Jingxin felt a trace of regret rise in his heart, for reasons unknown.

Just a single unmanned Formation had forced him to exhaust his full strength and use all his Magic Treasures just to barely break an opening.

What Realm must the cultivation of the mighty figure who set up this Formation be?

But just as this thought arose, that nameless anger in his chest burned fiercely once more.

At the same time, a voice echoed in his mind.

He was a Buddhist Arhat, protected by all Buddhas and Bodhisattvas; even if the other party’s cultivation was profound, would they dare to kill a Buddhist Disciple?

Moreover, he had only come to ask for the truth, not to fight to the death.

That voice echoed over and over, suppressing all the regret and fear in his heart.

This was the power of tribulation qi.

As the saying goes, one thought can lead to becoming a Buddha, and one thought can lead to becoming a Demon.

Buddha and Demon are one, existing only in a single thought.

The Great Calamity of Heaven and Earth was approaching, and tribulation qi permeated the myriad worlds; all living beings were tainted by it.

Those with weak Heart-Nature would have their inner dark side stirred by tribulation qi, magnifying their obsessions and distorting their reason.

Jingxin had originally been on good terms with Monk, valuing friendship and righteousness; this was originally his virtuous thought.

However, under the erosion of tribulation qi, this friendship turned into obsession, and obsession turned into wrath.

He felt he was seeking justice for his friend, but in reality, he had long been led by the nose by tribulation qi.

At this moment, where was even a shred of the compassion and wisdom of an Arhat in Jingxin?

The reason, humility, and caution gained from his past cultivation had all been devoured by tribulation qi.

What remained was only the arrogance of a Buddhist Disciple and the conceit of the Arhat fruit status.

Only that overbearing obsession that ”the Buddhist sect cannot be bullied” remained.

He stood on the clouds, about to speak and call for that mighty figure behind the scenes to come out and meet him.

Suddenly.

Above the firmament, a massive palm reached out from the Void Realm.

The palm was entirely golden, with vast Buddhist light, carrying an indescribable sense of compassion.

It did not look like a killing move, but rather like a Buddha taking pity on all living beings, reaching out to comfort them.

Jingxin’s pupils constricted sharply.

He didn’t even have time to react before the palm was already in front of him.

This palm strike was named ”Great Compassion Palm”.

It was a Divine Ability inherent in Gu Yan’s ”True Body of Ten Thousand Buddhas” trait.

This palm contained the power of supreme compassion, capable of dissolving the enemy’s killing intent and weakening the opponent’s Battle Intent.

If the opponent harbored evil thoughts, the power of this palm would double; if the opponent harbored virtuous thoughts, this palm would only injure and not kill.

Jingxin had come this time with his mind full of thoughts about battling that mighty figure behind the scenes; where would he have even a shred of virtuous thought?

Coupled with the demonic thoughts born from tribulation qi occupying his heart, the weight of his evil thoughts was even greater than usual.

Thus, the power of this palm multiplied several times over.

”Smack!”

With a dull thud, Arhat Jingxin was like a mosquito being swatted away; the golden light around his body shattered, and he spat out blood.

His entire person flew backward at an incredible speed.

He passed through the Formation, passed through the spatial barrier, passed through the Spirit Realm, and was swatted all the way back to the Immortal Realm.

Finally, he crashed heavily in front of the mountain gate of the Great Leiyin Temple, raising clouds of dust.

This scene was clearly seen by everyone on Mount Ling.

That huge golden palm blotted out the sky and sun; even across countless spaces, it remained clearly visible.

The purity of the Buddhist light and the magnificence of the Aura were just like the Buddha himself arriving and taking action.

However, the various Bodhisattvas and Arhats looked at each other, all thinking in their hearts: It is impossible for the Buddha to punish his own Disciple in this manner.

If the Buddha wanted to punish Jingxin, there were Buddhist precepts; why would there be a need for such a massive display of force?

Moreover, although that palm strike was heavy, it carried no killing intent; it was more like a... warning.

Arhat Jingxin lay in the rubble, breathing his last, but he did not die.

His eyes were wide open, his gaze hollow, and his whole person had fallen into a strange state: an Epiphany.

But this Epiphany was not in the direction of enlightenment and seeing one’s true nature, but rather on the path of Heart Demon breeding and the collapse of his Buddha-heart.

He mumbled in his mouth, not knowing what he was saying, looking exactly like Monk when he was possessed by his Heart Demon years ago.

This was still Gu Yan showing mercy.

If he had harbored killing intent, a mere Arhat would not even have ashes left.

This was not the end. A Divine Thought emanated from that Mortal Realm, piercing through the myriad worlds, reaching the Great Leiyin Temple on Mount Ling, and falling into the ears of every Bodhisattva and Arhat.

”This is the last time. If the Buddhist sect dares to offend my world again in the future, do not blame this Daoist... for slaughtering all who dare to offend.”