Urban Undying Lord
Chapter 184 - 184 184 Putting on Airs

184: Chapter 184 Putting on Airs 184: Chapter 184 Putting on Airs Filled with relentless venom and merciless blows, the thick stench of blood drifted through the air, causing a great number of monks to weep bitterly and cry out in sorrow.

As they looked toward Ye Xuan, their eyes were filled with both hatred and fear, and they shakily recited the Rebirth Scripture to bring salvation to the deceased elder monk.

“Amitabha!”

Pu Hui, with hands clasped in prayer, chanted the Buddha’s name solemnly, his expression one of sorrowful calmness.

He did not show much grief for the death of his fellow disciple as if he had anticipated all these events.

“In past days, the Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva made a grand vow that as long as Hell is not empty, he will not attain Buddhahood.

Today, this poor monk sacrifices his body to expel demons and bring a clear world back to Heaven and Earth,” Pu Hui, crossed-legged, recited the Rebirth Scripture, his whole body radiating compassionate Buddha Light.

RUMBLE!

Space rippled as Buddha Light illuminated all around, the surging Buddha Light stormed through the void, and a nine-story pagoda soared from the ground.

The overwhelming Buddha Light covered the sky, and a Demon Suppressing Golden Mallet burst from within the pagoda, radiating dazzling Buddha Light in the void.

The Demon Suppressing Golden Mallet, too overwhelming and brilliant, as this sacred artifact of the Buddhist Sect appeared, the sound of Buddha reciting scriptures came from all directions.

Furthermore, golden Buddha Lotuses mysteriously appeared in the void, instilling a profound sense of reverence in anyone who saw them.

“Amitabha.”

Pu Hui recited the Buddha’s name loudly, his face full of sorrow, and said, “Years ago, when the founder of our temple passed away, he left a will that if a demon confuses the world, even if our Shaolin Temple is destroyed and no one is left, we must still slay the demon and return peace to the world.”

“Ye Xuan, you have slaughtered the innocent and harmed cultivators all across the world.

Today, even if I die, I will bring you into Avici Hell, where you will eternally sink.”

“Amitabha!”

Pu Hui clasped his palms together, his body radiating compassionate golden light, his flesh quickly withered away—an extremely horrifying Buddha Light engulfed him, and after more than a dozen breaths, Pu Hui disappeared, leaving only a golden Shariputra hanging in the void.

“Elder Brother!”

“Abbot!”

“You cursed demon!”

The entire temple’s monks roared in anger, their eyes filled with unparalleled hatred toward Ye Xuan.

HUM!

Demon Suppressing Golden Mallet radiated brightly, and the golden Shariputra buzzed and spun.

When these two holy objects of the Buddhist Sect combined, a terrifying event unfolded.

BOOM!

The heaviness resonated, the space collapsed, and a hundred-zhang Buddha Dharma Image sat in the void, its golden Buddha body shining brightly.

The compassionate Buddha Light reflected upon the Heavenly Vault, rendering the atmosphere of this world sad and heavy.

“Buddha…

Buddha Dharma?”

“Is… is the legend actually true?”

“The founder shows his spirit; the founder has manifested!”

All monks of the Shaolin Temple wept with joy, their faces overwhelmed with excitement.

They knew that with the appearance of the Buddha Dharma, the so-called Divine King Ye Xuan was undoubtedly doomed to die.

At that moment!

Ye Xuan gazed at the Buddha Dharma from the void, and as his eyes opened and closed, a cold gleam flashed through them, because the mere presence of the Buddha Dharma Image made the blood inside him feel somewhat unstable.

This feeling was unrelated to cultivation; it was a natural restraint.

It is known that Ye Xuan’s cultivation stemmed entirely from devouring blood; his hands were stained with the blood of countless beings, making his aura of resentment and rage extremely dense.

Since ancient times, Buddhists and demons have been adversaries.

In that distant past, when nature’s spiritual energy was dense, a person like Ye Xuan with excessive killings would inherently feel suppressed by the Buddha’s Law when faced with a high-ranking Buddhist monk.

So, it was perfectly normal for Ye Xuan to feel this way.

“Life is like mist and also like a dream, the arising and ceasing of causes bring freedom unto themselves.”

The Buddha Dharma appeared, palms joined together, chanting a scripture, which caused golden lotuses to rise in the emptiness, and the sound of thousands of Zen chants seemed to faintly come from all directions of Heaven and Earth.

“The donor has committed much slaughter and has already stepped onto the Demon Path, yet if you forsake the butcher’s knife and wholeheartedly take refuge in Buddha, you might achieve great liberation and immense freedom,” spoke the Buddha Dharma, as boundless Buddha Light illuminated from the sky, his voice filled with compassion for all beings.

“The Buddha has manifested!”

This scene caused all the monks at the Little Thunderclap Monastery to flush with excitement, each falling to their knees in worship, chanting the Buddha’s name aloud.

“Who are you?”

Ye Xuan’s eyes gradually narrowed, a touch of confusion crossing his gaze as he looked at the Buddha Dharma.

Although Ye Xuan had not been cultivating for long, having thoroughly read the Undying Immortal Scripture, his knowledge was certainly on par with that of the Immortals from the Earth Immortal Realm.

According to what Ye Xuan knew, this so-called Buddha Dharma was an entity without spiritual wisdom, more akin to a Buddhist sect spell and would not normally speak.

Yet, the Buddha Dharma that appeared before Ye Xuan not only spoke but also radiated boundless Buddha Light and was advising him, how could this not cause suspicion in Ye Xuan’s heart?

“Amitabha!”

The Buddha Dharma chanted the Buddha’s name, his voice merciful and compassionate, saying, “People respect this humble monk as Amitabha; some beings also call this monk Buddha.

Yet, the affairs of the world are as mist and an illusion, real or unreal, ordinary and bustling, this monk manifests here with the intention of transforming the donor, hoping you may find your way back from the boundless bitter sea.”

“Ha ha!”

Suddenly!

Ye Xuan burst into wild laughter, his expression wildly unrestrained, his eyes casting a scornful and teasing look at the Buddha’s apparition.

“Amitabha?”

Ye Xuan said in a strange tone, “If you are Amitabha, then who is the Amitabha in the Earth Immortal Realm?”

“Or is it that the Buddha in Lingshan is false and you are the true one?”

As Ye Xuan’s words ended, the Buddha Dharma’s aura noticeably choked, and the surrounding Buddha Light faltered slightly but quickly regained its calm.

“Amitabha, since the donor is deeply lost in confusion and has fallen deeply into the Demon Path, then this monk can only eradicate demons between Heaven and Earth.”

The Buddha Dharma spoke compassionately, the endless Heavenly Vault thundering, the terrifying Buddha Light covering the skies, as if about to extinguish Ye Xuan right there and then.

Ye Xuan remained fearless, his smile teasing, “Interesting, really interesting.

I’ll just stand right here, and I’d like to see what powers you, this Amitabha, truly possess.”

“Buddha, please liberate this demon and grant the people of this world a peaceful and prosperous era,” cried Pu Hui, the old monk.

“Buddha above, manifesting in the world, this Ye Xuan seeks to destroy the thousand-year legacy of our Little Thunderclap Monastery, for the sake of not severing the lineage of the Buddhist Sect, please, Buddha, act and transform this demon.”

The gathered monks pressed their palms together, continuously beseeching the Buddha Dharma.

Unfortunately, despite the numerous monks’ pleas, and although the Buddha Dharma radiated infinite Buddha Light, it never made a move against Ye Xuan, which left all the monks at Little Thunderclap Monastery exceedingly puzzled.

“Amitabha.”

“Ye, you are heavily burdened with sin, with slaughter reaching the heavens.

If you can take refuge in Buddha, it is still not too late.”

The Buddha Dharma’s voice was mournful, still advising Ye Xuan, but to Ye Xuan, the other party seemed already in panic, merely putting up a facade.