Chapter 515: Chapter 238 "Jin’an, kiss me, kiss your Aunt Ruo...
"Bodhi Heart as the cause, Great Compassion as the root, convenience as the final goal... Thus I heard..."
Sitting in meditation mid-air, Fan Zhouxing was surrounded by flowing Buddha Light, in the domain of the rules of the Six Paths of Reincarnation, his kasaya billowed, and Buddhist chants formed in words.
In front of his chest, blood-colored Buddha Beads spun, after staining the dense scriptures on them, drops fell one by one, finally disappearing into the spaces among the beads.
His right hand lightly tapped the wooden fish, while his left hand twisted the Buddha Beads.
The Buddha Light revolved, faint incense smoke lingered, tranquil yet mysterious, making Fan Zhouxing appear like a sage monk beyond the world.
Fang Xiuqi, whose wound had ceased bleeding, listened to Fan Zhouxing’s recitation of the ’Great Sun Sutra’, watching the Dharma Golden Body behind him growing brighter.
’Not like Fan Zhouxing...’
Fang Xiuqi silently thought to himself, not to mention that a Buddhist Sect cultivator at the Unity Realm Stage cannot condense a Dharma Golden Body, even if they could, the Dharma Body would be closely related to the Buddhist teachings and domain the monk cultivated.
The Dharma Body is the self itself.
But Fan Zhouxing not only condensed a Dharma Body at the Unity Realm Stage, but this Dharma Body also gave a sense of incongruity with himself.
It was as if, as if...
Suddenly a flash of inspiration came to Fang Xiuqi’s mind, the Dharma Body that Fan Zhouxing was condensing seemed like the ’Invoking God Technique’ within the Incense Fire Path!
But when applying it to the Buddhist Sect, it’s not called ’Invoking God’, but ’Buddha Worship’.
Because according to the teachings of the Buddhist Sect, the Buddha is the Great Awakened One, while a god is the unawakened, so Buddhist monks cannot invoke gods, hence it is called ’Buddha Worship’.
But in essence, it’s the same principle as ’Invoking God’.
Looking at the Buddha Light around Fan Zhouxing and the wafting smoke, Fang Xiuqi felt increasingly certain that Fan Zhouxing was ’Buddha Worshiping’, only ’Buddha Worship’ would make the Dharma Body appear similar to the self yet give a sense of discord.
Yet... this was the first time Fang Xiuqi had seen such a method of ’Buddha Worship’.
The ’Buddha Worship’ methods he was familiar with were not the same as Fan Zhouxing’s method in front of him.
One crucial point of ’Buddha Worship’ is to open the altar, burn incense, and offer sacrifices.
Fan Zhouxing had neither opened an altar nor offered sacrifices, only burned incense... wait a moment.
Fang Xiuqi looked back at the scattered corpses, his expression changed.
Could that fresh blood be the sacrifices Fan Zhouxing offered?
Yet, would this still be called Buddha Worship?
This was evidently a sacrifice!
Sumeru Mountain, Lingshan, Putuo Mountain... or even the deceased Great Buddhas of the Buddhist Sect, which Great Buddha needs fresh blood as a sacrifice?
Fang Xiuqi had never heard of an evil monk at the level of a Great Buddha in the Buddhist Sect!
"Bodhi Nature gives rise to myriad Dharma, practicing deep Prajna to see true reality. Equal in all directions without failing, entering the worldly unblemished, leaving the worldly without losing. Birth and death, gain and loss are along the way, returning to the treasured place, all is tranquil..."
Listening to Fan Zhouxing’s recitation of Buddhist teachings, watching the Dharma Golden Body behind him, Fang Xiuqi gritted his teeth, forcing his heavily injured body to take steps forward.
He wanted to see, to see which Great Buddha Fan Zhouxing was truly worshipping!
"Mr. Fang." Fan Zhouxing paused his recitation at this moment, his voice calm: "This group of Demon Path has killed quite a few disciples of your institution, Mr. Fang, don’t you want to take this opportunity to act?"
Fang Xiuqi tugged at the corner of his mouth: "’Buddha Worship’ can be stopped midway?"
Fan Zhouxing gave no answer, only a faint smile: "I have borrowed Mr. Fang’s Vast Righteous Qi, please do not stir any further trouble."
"Junior Brothers, continue."
With his words, the twelve young monks around him rose, heading towards the cultivators standing immobilized, capable of using spiritual power.
Amidst the crowd, Zhou Yuanfu watched the young monks steadily approaching, with a look of uncertainty on his face, having already killed over a thousand people wasn’t enough?
Which Buddha was this Buddha’s son from the Buddhist Sect worshipping?
This is not the time to be worried about who it is!
Watching the monks drawing closer, Zhou Yuanfu suddenly spoke with flickering eyes: "Fan Zhouxing, do you know who I am?"
Fan Zhouxing did not respond, Zhou Yuanfu gritted his teeth and directly stated: "Zhou Yuanfu!"
The frequency of Fan Zhouxing striking the wooden fish remained unchanged, he merely parted his lips to issue an order: "Keep him."
The twelve monks spared Zhou Yuanfu, and he let out a long breath of relief.
Though still immobilized and unable to escape the grip of the Buddhist Sect here, having his life spared was fortunate; as long as he was alive, there was hope.
Fang Xiuqi gave Zhou Yuanfu a surprised look, what was his background?
Zhou Yuanfu?
A stranger never heard of could actually make Fan Zhouxing spare his life?
Fang Xiuqi silently turned his gaze back to Fan Zhouxing, watching the fresh blood drifting towards him, his hands slightly clenched.
Using Vast Righteous Qi in such a blood sacrifice, this was outrageous.
Fang Xiuqi tightened his grip, instinctively moving a step forward; the Buddha Light rippled, immediately flinging him away.
"Mr. Fang, please refrain from doing anything foolish."
Fan Zhouxing watched the Buddha Beads in front of him quicken their rate of dripping blood, and looked towards the direction of the Buddha Burial Valley, a faintly perceptible smile curled at the corner of his lips.
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Roar—
A piercing dragon’s roar suddenly resounded across the sky, sound waves like ocean waves scattered the clouds, the void seemed to become shattered glass.
"A dragon’s roar? The Dragon Clan has come here?!"
"How is it possible? What gall does the Dragon Clan have to cross the Two Realms Pass to come here? Even if they dared to cross the pass, they certainly wouldn’t dare come here!"
"Yes, Sect Master Zheng is still here; even the Imperial Court of the Dragon Clan from the Upper Realm wouldn’t dare to act recklessly, but where did the dragon’s roar come from?"
Around Jiuhua Mountain, shortly after the aftermath of Xiao Yinruo’s sword moves faded, a dragon’s roar once again surged into the sky, yet the cultivators at the Unity Realm Stage did not know the source of the sound.
Zheng Dongliu turned his head toward the direction of the Immortal Device Spirit Mountain, and looked impassively at the Dragon Venerate Saint Buddha, who he had flayed and stripped, leaving only the last breath, spewing Dragon Breath with an open mouth.