Dao Equaling the Heavens
Chapter 443 - 43 Preaching to the Buddhas, Killing Lives to Be a Buddha

Chapter 443: Chapter 43 Preaching to the Buddhas, Killing Lives to Be a Buddha

The nine-meter golden man’s body was spacious enough to accommodate two people comfortably.

I remember back in the day when the Golden Body was only three meters tall, Gu Wen and Chi Yu Zi would be pressed up against each other. Sometimes he would hold Chi Yu Zi, and at other times Chi Yu Zi would ride on his shoulders, so physical contact was inevitable.

But fortunately, Chi Yu Zi’s physique and mind were both generous, and she never fusses over unavoidable touch.

After much support and open-mindedness, Gu Wen really wanted to say, "If you weren’t a girl, I would definitely make you my brother."

But now it seemed that they couldn’t become brothers, for brothers wouldn’t be entirely without boundaries.

Gu Wen looked at the Daoist who resembled him, his eyes deep and remote, whereas Chi Yu Zi’s gaze flitted away for a moment before she immediately flashed a wide grin and said, "Gu Wen, why did you arrive only now? I caught a dancing Bodhisattva for you. This little temptress has a great figure, and she must look good dancing..."

Before she finished speaking, Gu Wen reached out and yanked her towards him, and the Qingyi Daoist instantly shrunk into a petite and exquisite girl.

The girl was grabbed into his arms, throwing her arms around his neck, and her right hand fiercely flicked her forehead.

Ding!

The sound was crisp, indicating a good head.

Chi Yu Zi yelped in pain, then slowly crouched down with both hands covering her forehead, her eyes glistening with a hint of tears.

"I’m wrong, Grandma, don’t flick me again."

With a surge of thoughts, she viciously thought: ’One day, when Grandma is stronger than you, I will definitely flick that fatty head of yours.’

"..."

Gu Wen had to laugh and cry. He felt that flicking the forehead to inflict pain could no longer be a routine form of discipline; in the future, he would have to find a bamboo switch.

"I’ve told you not to drink during the day to avoid messing up important matters. It seems you have taken my words as the idling wind."

Chi Yu Zi retorted softly, "I only had a little, and I wasn’t causing trouble."

"What is that?"

"Establishing your authority!"

Chi Yu Zi held her head high with pride and said, "Didn’t you decree a few days ago that no Buddha Ancestor should be reincarnated? Now that the Buddhist Sect disrespect your edict, they must be punished severely. With today’s killing, no one will dare to disrespect you in the future."

Gu Wen asked somberly, "What should I answer if Master asks?"

Gu Wen didn’t care much about Chi Yu Zi causing trouble, or even that she was causing trouble under his name. He didn’t place much importance on his reputation, especially since the one impersonating him was Chi Yu Zi.

But if his own master came to know of this, he would inevitably be chastised, and perhaps his master would use this as a reason to drag him back.

Just thinking about thrice daily greetings and his Master’s whims of summoning him daily made Gu Wen’s scalp tingle.

Sometimes excessive doting could be too much, especially when the master was stronger.

In front of her, Gu Wen was merely a toy.

Chi Yu Zi’s face stiffened. Immortal Qingcang, who doted on her, also had some closeness to her and often instructed her in cultivation.

Most of the time, it was a few pointers, followed by a slap that left her dizzy and disoriented.

"Then naturally it’s your fault. Since you took the credit, you also have to shoulder the blame."

"I never said I wanted the fame."

"Whether you want it or not, it’s yours. When Immortal Qingcang comes asking, will he believe the world or your false accusation?"

With that thought, Chi Yu Zi felt she was incredibly clever.

In the future, she could do misdeeds under Gu Wen’s name. Given Immortal Qingcang’s fondness for him, he would surely not resort to beating, at most, a verbal reprimand.

She resigned herself like a broken jar and said, "It’s Grandma’s fault, but both my money and people are with you now, do whatever you like."

The next moment, Chi Yu Zi returned to the form of the Qingyi Daoist.

She was startled for a moment, realizing she couldn’t undo the transformation wrapped around her facade—a thin layer of the Golden Light Spell forced her to maintain this appearance.

Looking up, Gu Wen had turned into a petite and exquisite girl, taking her form.

Chi Yu Zi had an ominous premonition and asked, "What are you going to do?"

"Hmm? Hmm!!!"

Chi Yu Zi’s eyes widened with irrepressible fear.

As the Mystic Sect Venerable, the True Martial Demon Sweeping Heavenly Venerate, how could she dance for these filthy, foul Bald Donkeys?

This was even more unbearable than death!

Before Chi Yu Zi spoke up, Gu Wen had already stepped back and left the golden man.

Meanwhile, in the outside world.

The golden Buddha’s eyes burst and turned into strands of golden sand drifting in the air.

The young Bhikkhu widened his eyes and reached out to touch the golden sand, hoping to collect it and reform a pair of golden eyes.

But for some reason, the sand’s Divine Thought was untouchable, a single grain was as heavy as a thousand catties, and a handful of sand was like lifting a mountain.

Some of the golden sand fell to the ground cracking the floor; if someone had substantial cultivation, they could withstand it. However, those without cultivation, focusing on Buddhism and having not achieved their Position, would die upon touch or be crippled upon contact.

The nine-meter Golden Body Divine General swept his arm, column-like, collecting all the golden sand into his palm.

Then a petite girl emerged from where the Divine General’s chest was, floating barefooted, one step spawning a lotus, her grey and indifferent eyes weaving killing intent with Buddhist sentiment.

Like a Buddha descending to the world.

Everyone was stunned, the young Bhikkhu looking puzzled. He couldn’t discern the depth of the girl before him while the presence of the Daoist from before lingered inside the golden man.

The girl and the Qingyi Daoist were clearly not the same person.

Then who was this newly appeared figure, and why did she emerge from the True Martial Demon Cleansing Heavenly Venerate’s Golden Body?

He asked, "Amitabha Buddha, may I inquire about your honorific name?"

"I am Daoist Yujing."

The girl’s voice was crisp, nearly indistinguishable from Chi Yu Zi, but more like her sister, Chi Ling.

Haughty and indifferent, she seemed like a seeker of the Dao shaped by years of trials.