Indestructible Body Of Vajra Of The Village Leader

Chapter 1149: Chapter 902: Exorcising Evil and Upholding the Way—Spiritual Sense Perceiving Heaven and Earth

”West Lake, what power does it truly hold within? Why does the First Ancestor not reveal the truth?”

An old monk, hair and beard both white, around sixty years old, clasped his hands together and inquired of the elderly monk within the painting on the ship.

He was none other than Bu Chen, leader of the Four Great Guardian Vajra of the Pure Thought Zen Sect.

Currently, of the Four Great Guardian Vajra of the Pure Thought Zen Sect—Bu Chen, Bu Chi, Bu Tan, Bu Ju—Bu Ju had already died atop the city walls of the Three Kingdoms Battlefield, and Bu Tan died alongside Liao Kong in the battle against the Righteous Alliance, leaving only Bu Chen and Bu Chi still alive.

To date, more than half of a group of experts from the Pure Thought Zen Sect had fallen to Jiang Dali’s hands because of Cihang Jingzhai, invoking the Buddha’s wrath, not to mention the unordained mortals yet to become Buddha.

Bu Chen and Bu Chi, these two monks, had come to aid the Heavenly Monk and the members of Cihang Jingzhai to rid the world of demons, already resolute in their sacrificial determination.

And as Bu Chen was inquiring, others were all gazing respectfully yet curiously at the Heavenly Monk in the painting, puzzled by the secrets of West Lake.

The Heavenly Monk’s Primordial Spirit sent out a message, saying, ”As for the secrets of West Lake, in truth, this old monk is not entirely certain. Indeed, this matter is a long one. You ought to know, back in our era, there was a supreme demon named Xie Tiao...”

Upon hearing the name ”Xie Tiao,” everyone’s hearts skipped a beat.

The name of Xie Tiao, the first-generation ”Evil Emperor” of the Demon Sect, even though it has been several hundred years, is still considered legendary. In past times, his fame was no less than that of the current Black Wind Village Chief and was the master of Xie Po, who later created the Evil Emperor Relics of the Evil Extreme Sect.

Furthermore, everyone present faintly knew that many years ago, Cihang Jingzhai’s First Ancestor Di Ni had encountered Xie Tiao at White Horse Temple, and the two shared a romance.

But it is said that they ultimately parted ways due to conflicting Buddhist ideologies.

The Heavenly Monk continued, ”Back then, Di Ni and this old monk joined forces, attempting to eradicate Xie Tiao, who was wreaking havoc upon humankind at West Lake, but this person had already achieved Great Success in the Dao Heart Demon Planting Technique. At that time, both Di Ni and this old monk were merely at the Heavenly Human Realm, while Xie Tiao had already condensed the Three Flowers.

Our plan was to fight to the death, choosing martyrdom if we failed...”

The crowd stood in awe, gradually feeling the authenticity of this story as it came from the mouth of the Heavenly Monk.

How could Di Ni, the First Ancestor of Cihang Jingzhai, have fallen for a demon? Even if they parted ways later, it seems impossible that she and the Heavenly Monk would not have joined forces against the demon Xie Tiao; that would be the most genuine scenario.

No one noticed that among them, only Shi Feixuan, whose eyes were bright as the moon, had a fleeting hint of confusion and struggle.

In the depths of her spirit, it was as if she was battling some terrible force, causing a bizarre fluctuation in her mind that was sensed by the Primordial Spirit of the Heavenly Monk in the painting.

However, the Heavenly Monk’s Primordial Spirit did not pay much attention, for everyone was engrossed in the story, deeply moved by it. ”Our battle back then did not last three days and nights as rumors say; in truth, at Xie Tiao’s hands, we couldn’t even last half a cup of tea’s time before facing defeat, especially when this old monk’s strength was far inferior to that of Di Ni, risking near death.

But at the most critical moment, our Zen Hearts recited the Daluo Mantra in a righteous act of sacrificing ourselves, unexpectedly awakening some sort of Divine Weapon or Buddha Artifact linked to our Buddhist sect beneath West Lake. By harnessing the power released by that Divine Weapon, we not only turned our defeat into victory but also severely injured Xie Tiao.”

”Who would have thought that First Ancestor, back in your days, would encounter such fate. There’s actually a supreme treasure and Divine Weapon from our Buddhist sect in West Lake? Which esteemed monk of our sect left such an artifact?”

Bu Chi spoke, his tone filled with astonished curiosity.

The Heavenly Monk said, ”This question, later, this old monk and Di Ni personally sought answers at Shaolin, Tianlong Temple, and several other temples, only to arrive at an incredible and implausible conclusion, a misleading assumption which this old monk chooses to leave unsaid.

I’ve advised you to select the demon extermination site beside West Lake, hoping to once again borrow the power of that Divine Weapon, though I never expected that the Black Wind Village Chief would coincidentally appear at West Lake as well—truly, this is providence.”

”Amitabha Buddha!”

Bu Chen manifested a wrathful Vajra expression and said, ”The Nirvana Sutra in Buddhist scripture states that the retribution of good and evil follows like a shadow; cause and effect across three lifetimes circulate without fail. The Black Wind Village Chief, with his myriad evil deeds, ought to face this retribution.”

A nun from Cihang Jingzhai said, ”We originally planned to cleverly use the power of those self-proclaimed Eight Desolate Disciples, using ourselves as bait to attract the Black Wind Village Chief to Hangzhou City. Unexpectedly, as soon as we began implementing our plan, he had already arrived, which indeed seems to be fate.

But the only dilemma now is how to lure him to West Lake.”

”The Black Wind Village Chief trusts the Abnormal People greatly. Perhaps we need to work through the Abnormal People; currently, they are unaware of our aim and still believe we have not noticed them.”

The group exchanged looks, ready to confirm this method.

At this moment, a low chuckle suddenly came, causing the Heavenly Monk in the painting to move its eyes like a living being, and its Primordial Spirit to lock onto a figure beneath the shade of trees dozens of yards away by the embankment.

The figure, its laugh frozen, let out a muffled grunt, seeming slightly disadvantaged, then immediately spoke, ”Do the renowned experts from the so-called Holy Land of the Martial World gathered here without noticing how comical it is?”

”Hmph!”

Bu Chen stomped his massive Zen stick to the ground and shouted deeply, ”Demon extermination is the righteous path, a benevolent act is the true doctrine. And you, who cloak yourself in shadows eavesdropping, could you be an acquaintance of the Black Wind Village Chief?”

That figure in the shadow felt a jolt in the heart, inwardly cursing the bald old monk as living up to his reputation as the head of the Four Great Guardian Vajra of the Pure Thought Zen Sect, with an unmatched ability to burden others with great accusations.

Instantly, the figure laughed lightly and said, ”No need for alarm, everyone. We are allies, not foes, disapproving of the arrogance of the Black Wind Village Chief. I actually have a plan to draw him to West Lake.”

”Amitabha Buddha!”

Bu Chi stepped out, clasped his hands together, and lowered his gaze, saying, ”Your origin is unclear, and now, having heard our demon-exterminating plan, intending to leave with a mere word is impossible.”

”Hmph! Such audacity. I would like to see how you intend to hold us back; even if your Dharma Body were to personally attend, there would be a price paid, let alone bringing merely a Buddha Artifact!”

Another figure flashed by like a ghost, landing on the embankment.

Bu Chen and Bu Chi both started in surprise upon seeing this person’s face.

”It’s you!”

”Indeed. It’s me.”

In an instant, everyone from the Cihang Jingzhai and Pure Thought Zen Sect became solemn.

”Hehehe, no need to be nervous. As I said, we are friends, not foes. Now that the Black Wind Village Chief has been heavily injured by Xiong Ba, this is a great opportunity for us! Since you also have a good plan and we have the strength, why not collaborate this time?”

”We will lure the Black Wind Village Chief here. If he doesn’t come, we will act directly at Yingchun House. Once you hear the commotion, you can decide whether to deal with your demon or stand aside!”

Bu Chen, Bu Chi, and the others’ expressions had already softened, clearly indicating their agreement.

To suddenly have such a strong ally appear at this crucial moment, it seems that the Black Wind Village Chief is indeed fated to die today, as if by some heavenly will.

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Inside the elegant room of Yingchun House.

There was also a small secret chamber, elegantly furnished with the soothing scent of sandalwood in the four corners, making it the perfect place for a secret retreat.

At this moment, Jiang Dali and Wan Wan were both in this secret chamber.

Both were sitting opposite each other, communicating openly, with their palms connected. As their True Qi flowed and surged through each other’s meridians, they swiftly healed their meridian injuries and refined their True Qi, aided by the He’s Jade Disc placed on the ground before them, emitting waves of superpower.

Meanwhile, their Yin and Yang Two Gods had converged within the Breaking Realm Pearl, attracted by the flourishing True Qi. After a series of vigorous battles with Xiong Ba’s Primordial Spirit absorbed into the pearl, they quickly absorbed the Primordial Spirit Power to heal their mental wounds.

Poor Xiong Ba, having been severely injured in the battle against Jiang Dali, was without specific healing methods, while Jiang Dali had already begun to heal by devouring Xiong Ba’s Primordial Spirit Power through the Breaking Realm Pearl.

In no time, all the Primordial Spirit Power within the Breaking Realm Pearl had been devoured and absorbed by the two.

Jiang Dali felt that indeed the wounds of the Yin and Yang Two Gods had healed completely.

Even now, while practicing Primordial Spirit Skills with Wan Wan, he felt his spirit was much stronger, soon entering a Heavenly Human Realm.

He couldn’t help but smile inwardly.

If Xiong Ba knew that he had used his Primordial Spirit Power to recover from his mental wounds so quickly, would he spit out three liters of blood in anger?

Such amusing matters could indeed be turned into tasks for fearless players, sending a message to Xiong Ba to inform him of the situation.

With this thought, Wan Wan, having greatly benefited, became somewhat drowsy. After notifying Jiang Dali, she withdrew her Yang God from the Breaking Realm Pearl, and then, with a comfortable expression, retreated to the bed in the secret chamber, snuggling into her quilt like a Hai Tang, falling into a deep sleep.

At this moment, Jiang Dali was not drowsy at all.

He felt that after this practice session, it was as if he had taken a good day’s rest, his spirit merged with the heavens and earth, his energy revitalized, all fatigue swept away.

In his Spirit Platform perception, the surrounding world returned to silence.

Outside the secret chamber, Dongfang Bubai, serving as a protector, had barely perceptible breathing, and in the next room, Bu Jingyun’s even breaths were audible, along with every step and conversation of the guests within Yingchun House.

Even the sound of some guests turning over in bed reached his advanced hearing.

All distracting thoughts were banished from his inner domain.

The sparse night pedestrians and the cries of merchants on the street seemed to sound from afar, yet also close at hand.

Jiang Dali quickly reined in his mind.

His thought and consciousness became increasingly focused, gradually placing all sounds behind him, all sounds fading from his intelligence.

It was as if he was without thought or desire, his awareness ascending to a higher plane, no longer inwards gazing upon himself but looking out towards the vast heavens and earth.

Just then, a brief conversation suddenly captured his attention.

What drew his attention was not the ordinary speech, but the faint killing intent hidden in the speaker’s words...

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