8mi Chapter 31: A Scene of Ultimate Ridicule! The Dark History of Lingshan Exposed.
Chapter 31: A Scene of Ultimate Ridicule! The Dark History of Lingshan Exposed.
Lu Chen turned to look at him.
"King Ming."
"..."
"It's your turn."
King Puji's lips trembled slightly.
He took a deep breath.
Gritting his teeth.
He shouted it out.
"All Dharma Protectors!"
"All Vajras!"
"All Arhats!"
"All of you! Charge!"
The entire Ling Mountain trembled.
The side halls, side halls, bell tower, and drum tower behind the main hall were all illuminated by Buddha's light at the same time.
Golden figures flashed out from the void.
The eighteen Arhats, clad in golden armor, stood in a row in the center of the main hall.
The eight Vajra Guardians stand on either side, each holding a ritual implement.
Five hundred guardians, each wielding a precious weapon, surrounded the entire hall with three layers of protection.
It shone with golden light.
The sound of Buddhist chanting was faint.
The entire main hall resembles a living Buddhist fortress.
After catching their breath, the four Bodhisattvas returned to the front lines.
All those from Lingshan who could participate.
Except for Buddha.
Almost everyone is here.
Lu Chen stood in the center of the main hall.
He walked around, taking in the overwhelming spectacle.
He smiled.
"The Buddhist community has quite the presence."
"Did they pull out all their hidden gems?"
"I'm quite flattered."
He shook the wooden stick in his hand.
The rod trembled and groaned.
Then--
Click click click click click click click—
Split.
It's not four paths.
It's not a dozen or so.
There are hundreds of them.
A stick.
They transformed into a dense array of stick shadows in the air.
Each staff shadow automatically corresponds to an opponent from Ling Mountain.
The Eighteen Arhats – Eighteen Staffs.
The Eight Vajras – Eight Staffs.
Five hundred protectors – five hundred sticks.
The Four Great Bodhisattvas – Four Staffs.
More than 500 stick shadows were suspended in the air at the same time.
Each course has a clear objective.
Each one exuded the same magical intent as its target opponent.
King Puji looked at the sky filled with countless shadowy sticks.
He has seen all kinds of battlefields in his life.
The Buddhist and Taoist sects fought each other. The Buddhist sects fought each other against the demons. During the Investiture of the Gods, the Chan Sect and the Jie Sect fought each other.
He had never seen anything like this before.
A stick.
It is divided into more than 500 sections.
Each one fights independently.
He can fight his opponent to a draw in every round.
This is not a "clone".
This is--
More than 500 landslides.
Lu Chen gently raised his hand.
More than 500 stick shadows.
Attack simultaneously.
The air in the main hall was instantly torn to shreds.
The "Demon-Subduing Arhat Formation" of the Eighteen Arhats was blocked by Lu Chen's Eighteen Staffs using the exact same formation.
Formation battle.
It's a 50/50 split.
The Eight Vajra's "Wrathful Vajra Seal" was countered by Lu Chen's Eight Staffs with the exact same seal.
Print to print.
It's a 50/50 split.
The "Ten Thousand Buddhas Paying Homage to the Ancestor" formation of the five hundred Dharma Protectors was countered and pushed back by Lu Chen's five hundred Daoist sticks in a completely identical formation.
Chaozong faced Chaozong.
It's a 50/50 split.
The Four Great Bodhisattvas make their move again—
Manjushri, Samantabhadra, Avalokiteshvara, Ksitigarbha—
It was caught again by Lu Chen's four corresponding rods.
Four people team up against four sticks.
It's a 50/50 chance for each path.
Hundreds of battles.
Hundreds of paths, fifty-fifty split.
Simultaneously.
For an instant.
The main hall was transformed into a chaotic battlefield filled with golden light.
One beam after another collapsed.
Golden tiles fell one after another.
The pillar Sun Wukong was leaning against also developed a long crack. He moved to the one next to him. That one also cracked. He then moved to the third one.
The grass in his mouth was unconsciously chewed into two pieces.
He clicked his tongue, spat out the grass, took a segment of orange from the gourd at his waist, and popped it into his mouth.
Keep watching.
Lu Chen started his verbal battle amidst the raging flames of war.
He pointed to an Arhat clad in golden armor—
"The Arhat Who Subdues Dragons"
The golden armor of the Arhat who Subdues Dragons trembled slightly.
"Your title is Subduing Dragon."
"Wasn't it Ao Guang from the East Sea who surrendered back then?"
"Do you know that Ao Guang still holds a grudge against you?"
"His third son—"
"That's what you casually tidied up back then."
"Although Ao Guang is behaving himself in the East China Sea now, he still grits his teeth when he sleeps at night."
"What if you are ever banished to the mortal realm?"
"He was the first person to cause you trouble."
The Arhat Subduing Dragon's face turned even uglier than his golden armor.
This matter is a taboo between the East China Sea and Buddhism.
It is rarely mentioned even within Buddhist circles.
Lu Chen said it in public.
"It's not my problem," Lu Chen waved his hand. "It's your problem."
Their gaze shifted to one of the Eight Vajras.
"Vajra, before you entered the Buddhist order—"
"They are monks from the Western religion."
"Your copper hammer—"
"It originally belonged to the Daoist who guided us."
"Later, he gave it to you as a gift."
"You've mentioned it privately—"
"That old man who helped us was really stingy."
"Giving a gift like this broken copper hammer."
The bronze hammer in the Vajra's hand—
It fell to the ground with a thud.
"you--"
"The copper hammer was given to me by the old man who guided me," Lu Chen said with a smile. "You mentioned it yourself. Do you believe I can tell you who was sitting next to you when you said that, and who laughed heartily after you finished speaking?"
"Shut up!"
"I won't shut up," Lu Chen continued. "You've all come at me today. You're a superhuman, you think you can shut me up?"
Their gaze turned to King Puji.
"King Ming."
King Puji felt his heart skip a beat.
"You are a disciple of Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva."
"I've seen your Journey to the West progress booklet."
"Your monthly commentary with vermilion ink is quite interesting."
"Especially those times you commented on Tang Sanzang—"
"Once you wrote, 'This person is overly pretentious, as if he wants to become a Buddha or an ancestor.'"
"If Tang Sanzang saw this—"
King Puji staggered on the spot and almost knelt down.
He secretly wrote annotations on that progress book in his side hall.
"If Tang Sanzang saw this—"
King Puji staggered on the spot and almost knelt down.
He secretly wrote annotations on that progress book in his side hall.
I've never shown it to anyone else.
Even his own subordinates didn't know.
This mortal—
How would you know?!
Lu Chen laughed heartily.
"Myo-wang, don't be nervous."
"I just mentioned it casually."
"Besides, your assessment is quite accurate."
"That's just how Tang Sanzang was."
The statue of King Puji has had its bones removed.
He leaned against a pillar, panting heavily.
The entire main hall.
Amidst more than 500 battles.
Large-scale collapses began.
The golden tiles on the roof began to crumble from the east side. They fell one after another.
The gold paint on the two main beams rolled up.
The floor tiles are cracked from the center all the way to the wall.
The golden pagoda outside the hall began to sway at its spire.
Sun Wukong had already moved to the fifth pillar.
The fifth pillar also began to crack.
He sighed.
So they simply walked out of the main hall.
Standing on the ruins outside the main hall.
Far away.
Let's keep watching the show.
One hour.
A full hour.
With over 500 teams evenly matched, the game dragged on one after another.
The Buddha's light on Lingshan Mountain is getting dimmer and dimmer.
One by one, the Arhats' golden armor pieces became covered in dust.
The Vajra's angry gaze grew weary one by one.
The Dharma Protector retrieved his precious artifacts one by one.
The four Bodhisattvas knelt on the ground.
An hour later.
There was no one left standing in the main hall.
The entire Lingshan team was defeated.
Lu Chen's more than five hundred stick shadows.
Close.
Slowly returning to oneness.
It transformed into the unassuming wooden stick in his hand.
He stood with his hands behind his back.
Standing in the very center of the ruins of the main hall.
The palace was in complete disarray.
The Four Great Bodhisattvas sat on the ground. The Eighteen Arhats lay prostrate on the ground. The Eight Vajras leaned against a broken pillar. Five hundred Dharma Protectors were scattered in every corner of the main hall.
The roof of the main hall has mostly collapsed.
A large section of the beams and pillars collapsed.
Not a single floor tile was intact.
Only in the very center of the main hall.
That empty lotus seat.
intact.
There wasn't even a scratch.
No one dared to attack in that direction.
Lu Chen's stick never actually hit that seat.
Because he never intended to smash it.
Lu Chen looked up.
Looking at that empty lotus seat.
Laughed.
"Buddha."
"Aren't you coming out yet?"