"Whoosh!"
Outside the Ancient Path Temple's mountain range, on top of a stone staircase, a ring of light appeared. When the light dissipated, a beautiful woman appeared from within.
"So mysterious, Feng Feiyun is proficient in spatial laws as well. Rumor has it that only Sacred Spirit Palace has this teleportation rune."
Chan Ling 'er quickly flew down the mountain. This place was very close to the shrine and could be detected by the heretics at any time. She needed to get as far away as possible.
Before she reached the foot of the mountain, she met a white-robed monk under an ancient pine tree halfway up the mountain. This monk was very young, probably in his twenties. He had delicate features and was very handsome.
He was wearing a pure white Buddhist robe and was sitting cross-legged under an ancient pine tree. His body was glistening with Buddhist light, and there was a white wooden basket beside him. Inside were a few scrolls of calligraphy and paintings, as well as some ancient scriptures. With one look, one could tell that he was a monk who had come from afar.
This monk was extraordinarily handsome with red lips and white teeth. He was full of spirituality, not much worse than the most handsome man in the world.
He seemed to be resting under the pine tree.
"Buddhist Friend, may I ask if this mountain is called Ancient Path Mountain?" The monk quickly stood up and placed his palms together before bowing towards Chan Ling 'er in a very courteous manner.
His voice was filled with a Buddhist aura. Despite his young age, he gave off the feeling of a profound Buddhist law and the heavenly dao.
Chan Ling 'er was in a hurry to get back to the Yushou House to ask for reinforcements, but for some reason, she had an indescribable feeling after seeing this monk. This feeling was even stronger than seeing Buddha's statue. She stopped and placed her palms together to perform a Buddhist greeting: "This is Ancient Path Mountain."
The monk said: "This little monk's Buddhist title is Formless and Formless.
I heard from the villagers at the foot of the mountain that there is an ancient Taoist temple here. It is a tranquil place for Buddhism, so I came here in the hope that I can discuss some Buddhist principles with the senior monks in the temple. "
"Buddhist Brother, we should leave this place.
The Ancient Path Temple is no longer a peaceful place of Buddhism. It has long been occupied by evil. They kill people like flies and eat their bones. It is simply hell on earth. "
Chan Ling 'er didn't know why she was talking so much to an unfamiliar monk. She felt that this white robed monk had a vast buddhist essence. His eyes were dark and gloomy, as if his dharma was even more profound than Buddha Supreme Wu's.
The white-robed monk hated evil like it was his enemy. He glared at them and said: "How can we allow a bunch of evil cultivators to occupy this place? This poor monk will go and chase them out of the Ancient Path Temple."
Chan Ling 'er didn't want him to die for nothing, so she persuaded: "You can't beat them …"
"Buddhist friend, there's no need to say anymore. Buddhist cultivators are fearless. Evil demons are tyrannical. Even Buddha roars like a lion."
The white-robed monk picked up the basket on his back. Buddhist light shone brightly as he turned into a white ray of light and disappeared. The next moment, he landed outside the Ancient Path Temple.
"So young yet so powerful. Western Paradise Temple … why haven't I heard of this temple before?"
Ling 'er quickly went down the mountain and back to Beastmaster Camp. Formless' words were still echoing in her mind like the heavenly hymn of the grand dao. "Buddhist cultivators are fearless, evil is tyrannical, Buddha will roar like a lion."
In front of this group of evil demons, he didn't have a trace of fear. He was a true Buddha. Why would he be afraid? Was it because his dharma cultivation was not deep enough?
…
Qiusheng and Feng Feiyun stared at each other for a moment. Qiusheng laughed: "Divine King, you are truly a hero. Well said. As a man, he will not allow anyone to touch his woman."
The two Evil Realm people who were about to enter the inner palace retreated back bitterly.
Feng Feiyun sat back down and smiled: "What should we do for the second round?"
Qiusheng smiled: "I'm the one who came up with the first round. You should be the one to decide the second."
Feng Feiyun didn't decline: "Very well!
Since that's the case, let's have a spiritual sense duel. "
"That's not good!
Your Excellency's cultivation … "Qiusheng's intents were powerful as well. Feng Feiyun was only at the fourth-level Heaven's Mandate. No matter how powerful his intents were, he still wouldn't be a match for Qiusheng.
A contest of intents was quite dangerous. One careless move could turn the opponent into an idiot or even die from bleeding from all seven orifices.
Qiusheng was confident in defeating Feng Feiyun. However, injuring Feng Feiyun too badly would provoke the two monsters behind Feng Feiyun. This would be a disaster for Senluo Temple, not a blessing.
"Life Walker, do you think I'm not qualified to compete with you?
My intents can break the seal of the Yushou House Lord, it won't be easy for you to defeat me. "
Feng Feiyun was the first to attack. Forty specks of light flew out from his forehead. Each was as dazzling as a star. The forty intents lined up in a circle and condensed into a gigantic hammer that went straight for Qiusheng's forehead.
Feng Feiyun's intents were beyond everyone's imagination. His power vibrated with the sound of a bell.
"Forty intents!"
Qiusheng was surprised and quickly released his intents. They turned into ten strands of azure light and weaved into a heavenly net. These strands covered the entire hall.
He was indeed worthy of being the leader of the four walkers, a ninth-ranked Wisdom Master. His intents were too powerful to be able to communicate with the runes of the heavenly dao. There were only ten intents, but they turned into tens of thousands of strands as if they could pierce into the soul.
Wu Qinghua quietly observed this contest. Qiusheng's intents shocked her. Was this really the intents of a Heaven's Mandate cultivator?
These heretics were too powerful, especially the four walkers. They were definitely not weaker than the four walkers from two thousand years ago when the Beacon King was still alive. All of them were infamous monsters.
However, the truly shocking one was Feng Feiyun. An ordinary person would've fallen to the ground by now, but Feng Feiyun's intents were ever-changing. Sometimes, they condensed, and sometimes, they dispersed. Sometimes, they condensed into a hammer, and sometimes, they turned into a mirror, and sometimes, they turned into a sword.
This was a battle of divine intents. Alas, it was extremely dangerous. All sorts of divine images appeared in the hall. Feiyun's divine intents were on par with Qiusheng's. It was hard to tell who was going to win.
While they were fighting, a thunderous lion roar came from the outside. It was as if ten thousand Buddhas were raging at the same time, causing his eardrums to hurt. If it wasn't for Feng Feiyun's powerful intents, his mind would've been shattered by this roar.
Qiusheng wasn't any better than Feng Feiyun. His divine intents were also injured. He sent out a message: "What's going on?"
The few evildoers in the hall were filled with evil Qi and flew out quickly. Before anyone could return to report, a young monk's sorrowful voice came from outside: "Everything in the world nourishes humans, but humans do not repay the heavens with kindness.
Everyone should have a compassionate heart, abide by the teachings, and repay the Heavenly Dao.
What's the difference between eating human flesh and beasts? "
Formless's steps were steady as he entered the shrine. He looked at the monks being roasted by the bonfire with tears flowing down his heart.
Even Wu Qinghua paled after seeing this inhumane scene. However, there was only sorrow in Formless' heart, no fear. Moreover, he wasn't sad about the monks being roasted, but the heretics feasting on human flesh.
People without humanity were the most pitiful.
"Monk, look at your tender skin, I'm sure your flesh will be delicious."
A half-step heretic sat in front of a bonfire and unleashed a palm strike. It turned into a ten-meter-wide palm that came crashing down from the sky.
Colorless Formless carried the basket on his back and stood straight. His young and handsome face shook slightly as he sighed. He then walked towards the evil person and muttered: "One step, one sin, one lotus."
His monastic robe emitted a blinding light as a Buddha image appeared above his head. The palm strike was like a breeze blowing on his body, only a corner of his robe fluttering.
The half-step heretic was startled. What kind of Buddhist art was this?
He wanted to stand up and attack again, but Formless was already standing in front of him. Formless slowly raised his snow-white palm and pressed it on the heretic's head.
This was a shocking scene. Just one hand was enough to immobilize the half-step Giant. When Formless withdrew his palm, the heretic's body became more and more transparent. One could faintly see a white lotus blossoming on his body. The wind blew it away and the lotus disappeared without a trace.
"Oh god!
He used Buddhist arts to send Jing Sanque to the afterlife. "
A skinny old man rushed out. His knowledge was extraordinary, and his cultivation base was profound. Golden light burst out from his eyes as he stared straight at the young monk in white standing next to the bonfire. He asked sternly, "Monk, who exactly are you?"
"I am Formless, Formless."
Formless placed his palms together. His white robe was untainted by a speck of dust. He looked just like a sacred Bodhi tree, holy and dignified. The surviving monks from Ancient Path Temple kneeled on the ground with reverence in their eyes. It was as if they were worshipping a venerable.
"Do you know who we are? You dare to meddle in our business?" The old man viciously took out a blood-colored coffin with a chilling yin energy.
"Buddhist cultivators are fearless.
I've walked 288,000 miles from the Blissful Temple to see life with each step I take.
Although my name is Formless, I can't be completely formless. If there's injustice, I must be angry. If there's injustice, I must intervene. If there's evil, I must save them. If there's evil, I must slay them.
To become a Buddha, a dragon, or an elephant, one must first become the slave of all living beings.
I am willing to slay all the evils in this world. As long as there are no evils, I will never become a Buddha. "
The formless voice was like the voice of a Buddha. All the Buddhist lamps in the temple were lit up by a formless Buddhist energy. The Buddhist lamps lit up the entire temple, illuminating the temple with Buddhist light.
The chanting of ten thousand Buddhas resounded throughout the mountain range, purifying the evil energy in the temple. The monks who were frightened sat up and began chanting. They suddenly felt that they were no longer afraid of anything.
"The mind and body are separated from the thought, separated from the thought. The void world is everywhere, the law realm is one image …" The voice continued to echo.