583: Chapter 110 Life Dao_2 583: Chapter 110 Life Dao_2 “Nine.”
Deng Baiyi’s Divine Sea was churning wildly.
She could feel the temperature of the little monk in her arms rising.
The aura of the Karma Principle was intensifying—
But this time it was different from before.
The Karma Principle did not extricate itself to actively evolve the Protection Method.
In the face of absolute strength.
All schemes are but fleeting clouds.
She reached out her hand to her waist pouch, pulled out a talisman, no matter what…
these talismans were her entire strength; she knew they couldn’t stop Chen Chong, but some things have to be attempted.
“Rustle rustle!”
Deng Baiyi grasped the talisman, scattering it!
Countless talisman papers fluttered in the wind!
But Chen Chong merely cast an expressionless glance.
Crack crack crack!
Green Thunder flashed by, the talisman papers didn’t even get to unfurl before they were all shredded to pieces!
“…Seven.”
Chen Chong stopped counting there.
No need to continue.
His gaze moved past the fragments of talisman papers destroyed by the lightning, settling on a small hill hundreds of yards away.
Leaves fluttered, and the sound of the wind was deafening.
Chen Chong had finally waited for the person he had been yearning for.
“Everyone said you were dead.”
“Only I knew that you must still be alive.”
“But who would have thought that even after toppling all the Buddhist Temples in Yuan Province and smashing all the Bodhisattva statues, you would still not show yourself?”
Chen Chong sighed deeply.
Between heaven and earth, a fierce wind suddenly arose.
The wind was indeed great, bringing with it thousands of fallen leaves, forming a giant Kasaya that draped over the person at the end of the dense forest.
Thousands of withered leaves swayed vaguely.
A thin and gaunt figure was thus outlined.
The thin and gaunt figure just walked amidst the strong wind.
With one step.
A distance of hundreds of yards disappeared in an instant.
He appeared at the top of the small hill, next to Deng Baiyi.
The fallen leaves scattered.
The Kasaya dissipated.
It turned out that what he was wearing was nothing more than an extremely simple, patch-filled blue shirt.
It wasn’t even a monk’s robe.
“Great monk…”
Chu Guo was shocked, he couldn’t believe what he had just witnessed.
Just one step, and he traversed such a distance?
Was this what the emaciated, fragile-looking Abbot Fa Cheng of Yuan Guang Temple could do?
“Divine Steps.”
Chen Chong stood with his hands behind his back, speaking with interest: “I’ve heard that the method of cultivating this Divine Power in the Buddhist sect is extremely cruel, requiring the cultivator to willingly sever their own legs…
The ‘future leader’ you were so painstakingly trying to cultivate believed in the way of Divine Steps, willingly amputated his legs.
But you, with such healthy legs, how does that differ from the rumor?”
His Divine Thought swept over.
The gaunt monk before him had no signs of having lost his legs.
The monk’s robe fluttered.
The Great Monk Fa Cheng didn’t speak, just gently reached out his hand and placed it on top of Mi Yun’s head.
Deng Baiyi watched this scene in amazement.
She felt a warm current flowing from the Great Monk’s hand, pouring into the tiny body in her arms.
With a muddled consciousness, Mi Yun slowly looked up.
He could only see a tall figure burning with golden light through his blurred vision.
“Ancestor Master?”
Mi Yun’s voice was hoarse, speaking subconsciously.
From the vague figure’s hand, he felt a familiar warmth.
It was…
the power of the Life Dao Realm.
The overdraft brought by multiple uses of the “Karma Principle.”
At this moment, it was being replenished.
“…”
Fa Cheng did not speak, his expression sorrowful as he moved his hand away.
Mi Yun turned his head and fell into a deep sleep, sinking into a sweet dream.
“Great Success of the Life Dao Realm.”
Chen Chong narrowed his eyes, staring intently at the emaciated monk before him.
With a mocking expression, he said: “Nalan Xuance told me that the Buddhist sect is the most hypocritical, most shameless sect under the heavens.
At first, I didn’t believe it.
Now I have no choice but to believe…
You possess the ‘Life Dao Realm,’ yet you never emerged to save people.
You have ‘Divine Steps,’ yet you did nothing to stop the Yuanzhou Iron Cavalry’s Destroying Buddha campaign.
You have ‘Heavenly Vision,’ capable of seeing the tragic state of countless monks in Yuan Province, yet you only appear when the young leader inheriting the ‘Tanluan Buddha Bones’ faces a crisis.
The Buddhist precept of equality for All Living Beings, is it just bullshit in your heart?”
The emaciated monk did not respond.
He simply looked at the green-robed scholar in front of him with a compassionate expression.
The entire hillock was enveloped by a strong Taoist intent, as the clouds above the peak gave birth to countless green thunders.
Interweaving green thunders, within a few breaths, transformed into a thunder dragon.
The thunder dragon slowly extended its head, hovering above the green-robed Chen Chong’s head.
“…”
Deng Baiyi’s complexion turned pale.
She had once felt the oppressive Taoist intent of the summit of Yin God.
Now, the thunder dragon slowly descending to the mortal world reminded her of the “Tidal Sacrifice” performed by the Sea Surfing King.
“Zen Master!
Since you have appeared, why do you not speak?!”
Chen Chong’s voice was deep, like thunder, like a divine edict.
Each word exploded forth.
The entire firmament echoed with the rumbling of thunder!
The whole of Taoyuan, at this moment, was suppressed by the vast dharma of the thunder dragon…
Those fleeing monks and refugees all looked up, witnessing this terrifying and awe-inspiring phenomenon that could shatter the liver and gallbladder.
This thunder dragon, with each hair bristling and lifelike, exuded majestic and cold divine might!
As if with just one gulp.
It could swallow everyone whole!
Chen Chong said no more, nor did he wait, his hand reaching out into the void to grasp, gathering countless lightning bolts instantly into a long spear.
The Three States Iron Cavalry Lord, at the Perfect pinnacle of Yin God, hurled the spear forward without hesitation!
The distance of tens of feet was covered in an instant!
This spear.
The emaciated monk did not dodge at all!
Hisss!
The long spear penetrated through the shoulder, taking a large stream of fresh blood with it.
Deng Baiyi watched this scene in shock.
She couldn’t believe her eyes when she saw the wound pierced by the long spear; the blood that spurted out was not red…
but rather a dazzling golden color, like a divine rain, nothing like blood at all.
As for the emaciated monk standing atop the hill, blocking her way, he didn’t even seem to have been struck.
The emaciated monk did not retreat.
He stood there with a calm demeanor, neither angry nor sad, just lowering his head to glance at the spear thrust into his shoulder.
“…”
He still did not speak.
He just bowed slightly, performing a salute.
But after this salute.
The sound of thunder rolled, and the oppressive might exerted by the Holy Thunder Dragon was held up by an invisible force!
The cloud-covered peak began to experience a rain that fell without any warning signs.
This was not ordinary rain.
But like the fresh blood spewed from the wound of the monk, it was a golden, scorching light rain.
The rain fell without a hint of the bloody aura.
Instead, it carried warmth, it carried vitality.
“…
What is this?”
Deng Baiyi felt shocked once again, silently feeling the gentle light that fell upon her body.
She was well aware of what this power was.
This was the “Power of Life”!
Within the scorched earth trampled by the Iron Cavalry, all those who looked up in worship felt this invisible sweet dew.
Suffering, hardships, pain…
All dissipated under the caress of this divine rain.
Fa Cheng opened his mouth, those lips that could not speak were now trembling slightly, vibrating the sound from within his belly, compressing it, and transmitting it out.
This was a divine melody that even Deng Baiyi had never heard before.
“You are mistaken, this is the Life Dao.”
“This is not the Life Dao Scripture.”
In the emaciated monk’s brow, similar to Mi Yun, a beam of light ignited, this beam of light glowed like a vertical pupil, constantly burning with the undying Power of Life.
He was born mute.
But under the support of this tremendous power, he was able to “speak.”
The reason is simple.
All of the imperfections in this world are actually a kind of gift.
The meaning of “Divine Skills” in Buddhism lies precisely in this.
The Buddhas and Bodhisattvas, the Arhats of Buddhist encourage All Living Beings to cultivate together; being born with imperfections is not a problem, for with the blessings of the grand vow, even the imperfections can attain enlightenment.
Those with amputated legs can cultivate the utmost swiftness of this world.
Those with vision impairment can have foresight of a thousand miles.
The existence of each Divine Skill is the Buddhist’s ferrying of All Living Beings.
“Aren’t you the Zen Master?”
Under what Chen Chong dare not imagine,
“I am the Zen Master.”
“But the Zen Master is not me.”