“Absurd! A dormant Sword Saint can still force me to this extent!?”
“Millennia of cultivation, humiliated by a mere youth! If I open my golden body further, my life will be forfeit.”
“It seems…”
The Lustful Arhat halted, standing sixty zhang away from Meng Qingzhou. He recited the third ultimate technique left by the Buddha—Shakyamuni’s True Words!
In his dream, Meng Qingzhou’s eyelids fluttered slightly, sensing something.
The Lustful Arhat’s lips curled into a cold smile, his anger deepening. His face wrinkled, revealing the fierce gaze of a Vajra.
Shakyamuni’s True Words, created by the Buddha, were akin to the highest principles of the Daoist sect, ‘Words become Law.’ He had hesitated to use it earlier, saving it as a last resort, thinking he wouldn’t need it against the Space-Time Sword Saint. Yet, he was forced to this point.
“The Eight Precepts.”
“Greed, anger, ignorance, determination, wisdom, awareness, severance, and renunciation!”
“First, the precept against killing: calm the mind. Yet, holding a weapon incites the desire to kill, so relinquish the weapon first!”
The Lustful Arhat chanted the true words, and the bindings of heaven and earth trembled, forming a cage.
The Sword Sense domain quivered, being suppressed. The precept against killing required relinquishing weapons, and Meng Qingzhou’s weapon was his Sword Sense of Time and Space, now bound by the true words.
“Heh~ Before the Buddha, all is trivial.” The Lustful Arhat stepped forward, covering ten zhang in a few strides.
“Second, the precept against stealing: do not take what is not yours. The Dao of Time and Space nurtures all things, yet you seize it, turning it into principles, which must be stripped away.”
As his words fell, the Sword Sense of Time and Space domain compressed, shrinking from covering the entire Capital City to half the palace.
As for the principles of Time and Space within Meng Qingzhou, a single prophecy was not enough to stir them.
The Lustful Arhat took a few more tentative steps forward. The sharp sword sense still remained, though its power had diminished significantly.
It could still pierce through his protective golden light, but not his Vajra body.
Another ten zhang forward, now only forty zhang from Meng Qingzhou.
“Even two precepts can’t completely restrain him…”
“If I recite all eight precepts, I might have no strength left, but with the Bodhi Water, I can recover in time.”
“Let’s do it!”
The Lustful Arhat steeled himself, continuously reciting the Buddhist precepts with imposing authority, like a true Buddha descending:
“Third, the precept against sexual misconduct: control desires.
Fourth, the precept against false speech: do not lie.
Fifth, the precept against intoxicants: do not drink alcohol.
Sixth, the precept against adornment: do not over-decorate.
Seventh, the precept against luxurious beds: do not seek comfort.
Eighth, the precept against untimely eating: follow the laws of nature.”
The continuous recitation of the Eight Precepts formed invisible shackles, binding Meng Qingzhou.
Desires vanished, leaving him calm, and the sharpness of his sword sense dulled.
The precept against false speech was twisted to mean not going against one’s true desires. Meng Qingzhou’s wish was to live freely, and if not for his wife, he wouldn’t bother with these troubles, showing a desire to retreat.
Each precept was twisted, layer by layer, weakening the Sword Sense domain until it was on the verge of collapse.
The Lustful Arhat’s expression of hatred turned to joy, becoming amiable again. He smiled, holding his round belly, leisurely walking towards Meng Qingzhou.
The weakened sword light brushed against him like a gentle breeze, having no effect.
Though he borrowed the Buddha’s power, being able to restrain Meng Qin was already a feat to boast of.
In the Wilderness, even the Ji family’s Young Master couldn’t escape unscathed from the Space-Time Sword Saint, but he had done it!
The thought of capturing three stunning beauties filled him with joy.
“Well done, well done. Little Meng, continue to sleep. When you wake, the autumn breeze will be clear, and desires will no longer bind you. Sooner or later, you will break free from the mortal world and enter the Buddhist path.”
“The true words of enlightenment, aided by the spiritual sense of Bodhi, even if they can’t convert you now, the lingering Zen sounds will accompany you for a long time. Sooner or later… you will awaken, look back at the sea of suffering, and take refuge in Buddha.”
The Lustful Arhat stood before Meng Qingzhou, reaching out to seize the small world in his hand.
As for killing the Sword Saint, the Lustful Arhat didn’t dare think about it.
The battle at the Ancestral Sect Alliance had already shown Meng Qingzhou’s immortality. If he were killed and returned, it would spell trouble for the Arhat himself.
The Lustful Arhat grabbed the small world, trying to pull it away, but it didn’t budge.
Huh?
“Could it be that I’m too exhausted, my strength depleted?”
The Lustful Arhat didn’t mind, smiling as he swallowed the Bodhi Water held in his mouth.
Gulp…
The recovery from the Bodhi Water was swift, restoring him to peak condition in a few blinks.
The Lustful Arhat grasped the small world again, pulling with force, but nearly stumbled.
It wouldn’t move!
“Strange!”
“I refuse to believe I can’t move it.”
Seeing this, the Lustful Arhat rolled up his sleeves, hugging the small world like a toad clinging to a ball, looking utterly ridiculous.
Despite his efforts, it still didn’t budge!
“Hey!?”
The Lustful Arhat was bewildered. What was happening?
Tormented by the Sword Saint’s domain even while asleep, it felt less like a battle and more like a test. Yet, after passing the test, he couldn’t claim the reward before him!
How humiliating!
Angry and trembling, a twenty-year-old youth was bullying a thousand-year-old enlightened monk!
Pfft…
Suddenly, a few stifled laughs reached his ears. The Lustful Arhat’s face twisted in anger as he glared at Su Qingqiu and Wu Die.
Su Qingqiu covered her mouth, a bit embarrassed, then pointed beside him.
Wu Die crossed her arms, eyes filled with pity, shaking her head slightly.
Lian Yue looked utterly bewildered, rubbing her eyes, afraid she was dreaming.
“No way…” The Lustful Arhat’s angry expression froze, sensing something wrong, glancing sideways.
He saw the black-clad youth had turned his head, silently “watching” him, as if a gaze pierced through the black cloth, staring intently.
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