The Lustful Arhat’s forehead was beaded with fine sweat. His right foot, severed at the ankle, was parasitized by the Sword Sense of Time and Space, preventing it from regenerating. Yet, it didn’t hinder him from standing.
A hundred meters ahead, a young man with a black silk cloth covering his eyes hung his head low, his long breaths causing his chest to rise and fall gently, still in deep slumber.
The spiritual sense of Bodhi had taken effect, dragging Meng Qingzhou into a dream.
However, the Sword Sense domain locked onto the Lustful Arhat, preventing him from advancing even an inch. Any slight movement reminded him of the fate of his severed foot.
At this moment, Meng Qingzhou was like a sleeping tiger. Though dormant, he rendered the peak Great Being of the Morning Glow Realm immobile.
The Lustful Arhat’s heart sank to the bottom. The fleeting joy of his previous luck vanished completely.
“I had already overestimated you, but it seems I still underestimated you.”
“However…”
“Do you think a mere Sword Sense domain can stop me? How naive.”
Transforming his joy into hatred, the Lustful Arhat furrowed his brows, his eyes narrowing in anger. A scene of Asura’s hell formed from the rolling murderous aura, filled with blood mist and agonizing screams, the world drenched in blood and suffering.
This was the Path of Asura!
Buddha has two sides: one of compassion to save the world, and one of Vajra’s wrath.
The lamas, devoid of the true path, stole the sacred scriptures, donned the kasaya, and sat on the lotus throne, like demons in human skin, chanting Zen while secretly cultivating wrath and malice!
“I don’t believe that even asleep, you can still kill me!”
The Lustful Arhat’s voice boomed like a great bell, his body steaming with blood energy, muscles bulging and tearing through his kasaya.
He raised his momentum to its peak, but that wasn’t all. A bright golden alms bowl spun out, hovering above his head, enveloping him in a protective golden light.
“Bodhi Water, capable of pulling me back from the brink of death in an irreversible crisis.”
The Lustful Arhat thought for a moment, took out a few drops of liquid, held them in his mouth, ready to swallow at any moment to heal his injuries.
With everything prepared, the Lustful Arhat mustered his courage and took two bold steps forward.
With those two steps, his body fully entered the range of the Sword Sense domain.
Swish!!
Suddenly, countless sword lights appeared out of thin air, with the momentum to pierce the sun and moon, tearing through the void, precisely targeting the vital points of the Lustful Arhat’s body.
At first, the Lustful Arhat’s heart pounded with tension, nearly swallowing the Bodhi Water in his mouth out of fear.
But soon…
As the clanging sounds reached his ears, he looked closely and burst into laughter.
“The Space-Time Sword Saint is nothing special!”
“Watch how I take this small world, take your maid, and make Pudu convert to my Buddha!”
The sword lights were fierce, but they couldn’t break through the protective glow of the golden alms bowl. Occasionally, a few sword lights managed to pierce the golden glow, but they were met with a body as tough as celestial gold, as ineffective as needles against a rock.
The Lustful Arhat’s mood soared, laughing heartily, his confidence swelling, and he strode forward without hesitation.
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In the Imperial Capital of Langya.
Cultivators from various government offices and sects looked up at the sky, their faces solemn.
The Space-Time Sword Saint and the Lustful Arhat were battling in the Langya Palace, and the Arhat had brought a trump card bestowed by the Buddha.
In a clash of dragons and tigers, one was bound to be injured, and the innocent were the most likely to suffer.
Compared to ordinary people, cultivators knew better the terror of these two. As the saying goes: if you don’t cultivate, you see them as ants before a tree; if you do cultivate, you see them as ants before the heavens!
“Master, what should we do?”
“Gather the disciples immediately and leave the capital of Langya. If disaster strikes, we weak cultivators will surely suffer!”
“Yes!”
…
“Lord Xiao Fan, the palace has fallen, and the two supreme beings are fighting. There may be danger. Please give us orders on what to do.”
“We serve the ruler, and our duty is to be loyal ministers! The Empress may be in peril, but the people are innocent. Gather the men and organize the evacuation of the populace.”
“Also, find a way to seek aid from neighboring countries, preferably someone who can mediate.”
“Yes!”
“And what about you, my lord?”
“Me? As a minister of Langya, if the Empress is in danger, I must enter the capital to save her.”
…
In an instant, the capital of Langya descended into chaos. Cultivators from various sects stationed there fled collectively, trying to leave the troubled place.
Cultivators belonging to the official departments of Langya fulfilled their duties, maintaining order on the streets and organizing the evacuation of the populace, while those tasked with protecting the Empress rushed to her aid.
Messengers prepared to leave the city on their swords, seeking help from other countries.
However, when ordinary citizens, sect cultivators, and messengers all flocked to the city gates, they suddenly found a barrier had appeared out of thin air!
A well-informed cultivator recognized it at a glance, pointing at the characters on the barrier, trembling with anger:
“It’s a Zen sect secret pattern. The Lustful Arhat set up this barrier in advance when he entered the capital, probably as a retreat route to block the Sword Saint’s pursuit.”
“But it has trapped us!”
“Damn bald donkey!”
Hearing the cultivator’s accusation, many Buddhist followers became agitated, rebuking:
“Buddha is compassionate, you know nothing! Insulting a high monk will bring disaster upon you.”
“Yes, everyone knows that Buddhist high monks are compassionate and have been at peace with the world for thousands of years. Even when the Great Jin Dynasty grew step by step, the high monks let it be. Even when Prime Minister Jiang Canghai led an army of a million to attack and killed an Arhat, the high monks did not retaliate, out of pity for the people.”
“Ignorant child, do you think a few years of cultivation give you the right to insult an Arhat!”
In Langya, almost everyone believed in Buddhism. The cultivator’s words were like sparks in a powder keg, igniting the already irritable populace.
In no time, the cultivator became the target of the crowd’s anger, standing like a lackey, the focus of everyone’s ire.
The cultivator’s face turned red with anger: “Fools! Utter fools! Do you really think those monks in kasayas are true Buddhas? They’re just lamas! Secret Zen, not Buddhist Zen! You’ve been deceived.”
His earnest words were met with angry fists.
The cultivator was beaten up.
The city was sealed, and no one could leave. With no choice, everyone continued to watch the battle.
People prayed, hoping the Lustful Arhat would win and defeat the evil Empress’ lover, the murderous guardian of Great Jin.
“Chubby, jolly true Buddha, you must defeat the wicked Space-Time Sword Saint!”
Seeing the Lustful Arhat step closer to the sleeping Meng Qingzhou, the followers’ faces lit up with smiles, full of anticipation.
But the next moment, the Lustful Arhat’s steps halted, his expression stunned.
Looking down, he saw a sword light piercing through his chest, front to back.
“At a hundred meters, the Sword Sense strengthens every ten meters. I’ve walked forty meters, and the Sword Sense has increased by forty percent, enough to break through my golden body.”
“How is this possible!”
The Lustful Arhat’s voice, filled with shock and anger, echoed, silencing the hopeful followers once more.
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