The desert stretched endlessly, with scarcely any green plants in sight. Occasionally, an oasis would appear, but it was nothing compared to the vast expanse of the Buddhist Kingdom. Tornadoes frequently rose, connecting heaven and earth, carrying with them the extreme cold and heat of the climate, grinding the sand into sharp blades. These wind blades were as sharp as divine weapons and spiritual treasures. Ordinary cultivators who fell into them would be instantly pulverized into dust, their divine souls barely surviving.
At the border of the Langya Kingdom, near the boundary marker adjacent to the Western Buddhist Kingdom, a long dike stretched for hundreds of miles. An old man and his young grandson walked along the wide dike.
The white-haired elder glanced at the endless Buddhist Kingdom built on the purgatory of yellow sand and explained the terrors of this land to his young grandson.
“If ordinary cultivators can’t survive here, how do the Zen masters of the Buddhist Kingdom, whose realms haven’t reached perfection, manage to live?” the young grandson asked.
The elder stroked his beard and laughed heartily, “Of course, there’s a trick to it. The Zen masters have lived here for many years and understand this land as well as they know their own bodies. The Buddha of Selflessness has profound wisdom and has comprehended a divine power that allows him to foresee the weather. If they encounter a tornado, they can use this divine power to escape into the depths of the yellow sand.”
The young grandson, half understanding, looked back at the other end of the dike, where lush mountains and rivers lay just a dike away, as if two different worlds. The sight from above was both terrifying and awe-inspiring.
But the grandson, being young and often playing near the dike, didn’t find it novel and asked again, “Grandpa, what kind of cultivator can withstand a tornado storm?”
The elder’s smile froze slightly. He patted his grandson’s bald head heavily, “Smart boy, it’s good to be smart. Old man, I’m almost out of things to teach you.”
But to avoid losing face in front of his grandson, the elder racked his brains and finally remembered something. He laughed and said, “Ordinary storms, with sand as hard as celestial-grade metal, can be withstood by cultivators at the Sea Covering Realm. If the storm connects with earth fire, its power increases exponentially, becoming a disaster-level fire tornado. Only Moon Shine Realm cultivators can withstand that. If it gets even more terrifying, with heavenly thunder connecting with earth fire and merging with the tornado…”
“Even immortals and gods would find it hard to resist.”
The elder sighed deeply, pretending to be profound, thinking that he had finally managed to impress the clever little boy.
The young grandson indeed stopped asking questions. Suddenly, a thunderclap resounded in the clear sky, followed by dense, winding lightning, crisscrossing like a spider web, covering the universe! Each bolt of lightning was as thick as a barrel, containing the power of the highest principles.
And that wasn’t all.
Tongues of fire emerged from the yellow sand, unbearably hot. A sand beast at the Mountain Moving Realm, before even touching the fire, was turned into steam by the heat wave in an instant. Looking around, the desert seemed to be ignited.
“Heavenly thunder, earth fire…” The elder’s eyelids twitched wildly, and his goatee trembled uncontrollably. He stood there dumbfounded, his mind blank.
He was just a Cloud Ascension Realm cultivator and had never seen such a scene. For a moment, he was overwhelmed by the divine wrath.
Whoosh…
A fierce wind rose, pulling the sand and tongues of fire into a spiral, gradually forming a tornado. The wind did not abate, connecting with the sky, dragging the lightning into the tornado.
Thus, a giant tornado, covering thousands of miles and carrying heavenly thunder and earth fire, swept towards the depths of the Buddhist Kingdom.
“Wow, is this the tornado with heavenly thunder and earth fire? It’s amazing.” The young grandson was stunned, clapping his hands.
Even from a thousand miles away, the terrifying pressure made the elder’s heart tremble.
“Let’s go, quickly!”
The elder hurriedly grabbed his grandson’s hand, ready to flee. Suddenly, out of the corner of his eye, he saw a figure slowly walking towards them from the center of the tornado.
Though it seemed slow, the figure took only three steps.
The first step extinguished the earth fire! The tongues of fire igniting the yellow sand for thousands of miles were snuffed out.
The second step halted the heavenly thunder! The crisscrossing lightning in the sky dissipated.
The third step calmed the tornado! The giant tornado covering thousands of miles was torn apart.
Then, the figure was already on the dike.
Three steps to extinguish a world-ending tornado, all while on the move.
“Benefactor, return home early and do not linger outside.” The monk in a yellow robe, round and smiling, exuded kindness.
The elder’s legs trembled uncontrollably, scared out of his wits. Hearing this, he finally breathed a sigh of relief and clasped his hands in respect, “Yes, Master.”
With that, the elder took his grandson’s hand and hurried to leave.
“Wait…”
Suddenly, a voice as cold as an ice cellar stopped the elder in his tracks.
The elder turned back in confusion, about to ask, when cold sweat broke out, and his pupils contracted sharply.
The once smiling fat monk had, at some point, replaced his smile with a fierce expression, his brows full of hatred, ferocity, and bloodlust. His voice was like a demon from the Nine Hells:
“Miscreant, you called me by the wrong title! You must be punished!!”
With a single shout, the monk destroyed the souls of the grandfather and grandson, and they both fell dead.
Seeing this, the monk resumed his smile, then chanted a Buddhist mantra, lamenting, “Alas, the benefactor should have addressed this humble monk as ‘Master’ or ‘Holy Monk,’ not ‘Senior.’”
“All things are empty in death. The benefactor has ascended to bliss early, and the little benefactor… well, has also been spared the suffering of the mortal world. Goodness, this humble monk has thus… achieved two good deeds.”
“A win-win situation, both achieving perfection.”
After muttering to himself, the monk waved his sleeve, and the two bodies turned to dust and scattered with the wind.
The monk turned his head, his exaggerated and stiff smile causing his drooping eyelids to flash with a gleam. His gaze pierced through the void, seeing through the barriers of the material space, and he saw the capital city of Langya Kingdom. He muttered to himself:
“The seraph race… should join my Buddhist sect, be tamed and educated, and be freed from worldly troubles.”
“The ruler of Langya Kingdom will receive good karma and surely attain a golden body and Zen lotus after death.”
The monk’s smile grew brighter at this thought, making him appear somewhat frightening.
Suddenly.
The monk stopped in his tracks, his brows furrowing slightly. He twirled the green Buddhist beads in his hand, pausing at the fifth bead between his thumb and forefinger, his smile freezing:
“The capital city of Langya has its fate disturbed, and the space shows signs of folding. I can’t see through its reality.”
“Hmm?!”
“Someone has invaded the capital and is causing chaos in the palace…”
“A female cultivator of the Dao of Souls, with icy skin and sword bones. These two women should join my Buddhist sect!”
When the monk saw Wu Die and Su Qingqiu, his eyes burned with fervor, as if he had seen a magnificent treasure, his smile dazzlingly bright.
Only one thing puzzled him.
His Buddhist Illusory Eyes could not see the whereabouts of the King of Langya, as if a mysterious hand covered the capital city.
“Perhaps it’s just an illusion.”
The fat monk stopped overthinking, slowed his pace, and continued on his way, all the while watching Wu Die and Su Qingqiu from afar.
The more he watched… the more delighted he became!
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