Unparalleled Evildoer

Chapter 408: Heaven Sets Up a Trap
Shakyamuni chanted, "Buddha, have mercy on me!" He raised his palm upwards, and a golden hand that also covered the sky and the sun came forward. "Boom..." The two palms met in the air, exploding with thousands of feet of light, the flames dyed the entire sky red, and the shock wave screamed through the sky.

Except for a few people below, everyone has already crawled on the ground, using the Dharma domain to protect their bodies. The seemingly simple palm actually contains countless great ways. The pressure alone is unbearable, not to mention the leaked light of the Tao.

Wuzhan looked up, his face expressionless but his heart was shocked. Although he had become a saint, after watching the fight between the two, he knew that there was a huge gap between him and them. He could not withstand this palm strike at the moment.

The flames disappeared, the sky returned to calm, and the two giant hands also disappeared, as if nothing had happened.

Taidou said, "Please do as you please, Buddha. I'm taking my leave." As he spoke, his figure disappeared.

Wuzhan could see clearly that although Sakya took the palm strike, he was seriously injured. In a fight of this level, the injuries sustained were difficult to heal.

Shakya said, "Amitabha." Then he turned to Qin Moyao and said, "The Saint is the reincarnation of the great goddess Nuwa. How can you go against the will of the gods and forget your ancestors?"

Qin Moyao snorted coldly and said, “Since you know that I am the reincarnation of Nuwa, you should know that what I did is not worthy of your comment.” He said this in front of the Buddha, showing his domineering and arrogant attitude. “Although the Immortal Master Taidou is no longer intervening, I am still here. Today, I will take the Nine Pangu Stele. As for Kunpeng, I leave it to you!” As he said that, he sucked up the Qiankun Box. At this time, the runes on the Xuanjin Stele disappeared. He recited the mantra in his mind and flew into the sky. The nine beams of light were like ropes, which slowly pulled the Xuanjin Stele up.

Everyone was amazed. The Buddha had just used the Sanskrit words to seal the Nine Pangu Stele twice. How could Qin Moyao possibly pull it apart with her current strength? When they looked at the Sanskrit words again, they had disappeared without them knowing when.

Several saints saw clearly that when Taidou Immortal Venerable burned the Sanskrit, he left a mark. When the two men faced each other, the mark burned the Sanskrit again. This was obviously premeditated.

The mountains collapsed, dust flew, and with a low roar, Kunpeng's head was raised again. The earth trembled, and his body, which occupied the entire mountain range, emerged from the collapsed mountains, stretching for thousands of miles.

When Sakya came to his senses, it was too late. After the black gold stele left the ground, it quickly shrank to the size of a Pai Gow piece and flew into the Qiankun box in Qin Moyao's hand.

Kunpeng's body slowly stood up, like a huge island that suddenly rose up. The Taoist saints all fell behind Qin Moyao, as if they were going to watch a big show.

Shakya did not allow Kunpeng to stand up and recited scriptures. The Buddhist beads in his hand flew down one by one, suddenly became bigger, and landed heavily in different directions. There were eight beads in total. The Eight Holy Monks understood what he meant and fell on the Buddhist beads one after another, chanting scriptures. The Buddhist beads disappeared into the ground. Golden light gathered from all directions. The Eight Holy Monks were surrounded by golden light and pressed down heavily on Kunpeng, who had just stood up.

"Eightfold Path." Hunjun said. The Eightfold Path is based on right view, right thinking, right speech, right action, right livelihood, right effort, right mindfulness and right concentration. It is guided by the Buddhist beads that open the path. It gathers the righteous energy from all directions and is as important as the Nine Stele of Pangu.

Shakyamuni took out a golden lotus with his fingers and released it. The golden lotus split into several petals, flew in all directions and fell to the ground. The ground immediately radiated golden light and the broken rock layers began to close and condense.

Kunpeng struggled violently, the earth shook and the mountains trembled, his roar resounded through the sky, the eight holy monks all had tense expressions and were sweating profusely. If this continued, their magic power would be exhausted and Kunpeng would surely break free.

Shakya sighed, "Amitabha, may the Buddha have mercy on me." The swastika on his chest flew out, spun around, and suddenly expanded to cover the sky above the entire Kunlun Mountains.

Seeing that Sakyamuni was about to use his karma to suppress Kunpeng, Subhuti shouted, "Buddha, you must not do this!" Karma is transformed from merits and virtues. To release karma is like lowering one's own cultivation.

But in this situation, Shakyamuni would never listen. Karma can be cultivated again, merits can be accumulated again, but eight million lives cannot be created again.

Qin Moyao looked at the swastika spinning in the air with a mischievous look. The golden light cascaded down like a waterfall, and the scene was particularly spectacular.

Kunpeng was finally unable to bear the burden and could no longer struggle. He let out a few mournful cries and then fell silent.

Karma was released, and most of the golden light around Shakyamuni disappeared. He turned around and took back the barrier around the Kunlun Mountains, and his figure disappeared.

After this battle, the Buddha's heart of those Buddhist disciples was damaged, and their karma was greatly reduced. It would take some time for them to recover. Subhuti and others saw that Kunpeng had been sealed again, and finally prevented the disaster. Without saying a word, they left angrily.

"Where did that guy go?" Baji asked. He was staring at Wuzhan just now, afraid that he would run away, but in the blink of an eye, the man disappeared.

"Go find him quickly, don't let him run away." He radiated his soul consciousness and searched everywhere. Wuzhe was the reincarnation of Jiemiao, and the whole heaven knew it. The reason why everyone wanted to kill him was because they coveted his innate soul. Who wouldn't want to possess a soul like that?

Qin Moyao ignored what the eight saints said, and came to the location of Kunpeng's head, took out the "Map of Mountains and Rivers and the State", unfolded it, and swirled up a vortex that spread out, actually peeling off Kunpeng's soul and sucking it out along with the karma on it. The behemoth had no resistance and poured into the "Map of Mountains and Rivers and the State" like a funnel. It didn't take very long. If the Buddhists saw this scene, they would surely be furious. The Kunpeng that they had sealed with great effort was easily taken away by Qin Moyao.

Things are very clear now. The seal of Kunpeng is a trap, waiting for the Buddhists to jump in. Now that Sakyamuni has been injured by a palm strike, and released most of his karma, the eight holy monks in Buddhism have also consumed a lot of energy, and the strength of Buddhism has been greatly weakened. The one who benefited the most from this trap was Qin Moyao. With the karma released by Sakyamuni, she could absorb Kunpeng's soul for herself.

Qin Moyao put away the "Map of Mountains, Rivers and States", smiled contemptuously, and disappeared.

……

Yellow sand flew in his face, and his figure was like light. Wuzhan hid his figure and tracked a shadow in the desert. This shadow had only appeared quietly once at the foot of Kunlun Mountain, and Wuzhan saw her, because he was most familiar with this shadow's every frown, smile, and every move.

Why did she appear here? Why didn't she come to meet him? Why did she hide? Was she afraid of seeing those people? A series of questions lingered in Wuzhan's mind.

The end of the desert is still desert. The figure never stopped. Wuzhe tried to get closer, but he could never catch up. This continued until the cold moon rose from the east. The figure was probably tired, and finally stopped in the ruins of a dilapidated ancient city. The moonlight filled the ancient palace, and the figure was radiant.

The figure turned around and chuckled at Wuzhan. Wuzhan was suddenly stunned, "It's really you!" There was no doubt anymore that the person was Wanjiao.

Wanjiao threw herself into Wuzhan's arms like a returning wild goose, "I finally see you."

Wuzhan gently stroked Wanjiao's shoulders and whispered, "How have you been these three years?"

Wan Jiao wept and said, "Since we parted at Dongsheng, the Nine Heavens Mysterious Lady Xuan Bingqian brought me to the heaven and imprisoned me in her cave. At that time, I thought she had killed you, and I practiced day and night, thinking that I would avenge you one day. Until a while ago, I overheard that you were still alive. I was ecstatic and escaped when the guards were not paying attention. I followed those people from the lower world and found the barrier. I followed them all the way and actually met you. I was afraid of being seen by those saints, so I didn't dare to get close. I could only hide at the foot of the mountain and look for an opportunity. Fortunately, you found me. I... I finally saw you. We should never be separated again."

The night was charming, as if they were in the clouds. The two sat down beside the collapsed stone pillar. They both had many things to ask, to listen to, and to say, but in the end, they could not say anything. They snuggled up to each other, quietly enjoying the rare good time.

After a long while, Wan Jiao whispered, "Those people from the heaven are chasing you. Let's find a place to hide."

"You can't hide from it. What is coming will come. You just hide for a while. I will come to find you after I get through this." Wuzhan said sadly.

"Why is it like this every time we meet? This time I don't want to be separated from you again. Wherever you go, I will follow you."

"If you follow me, you will definitely distract me. This is the last time."

Wan Jiao sighed and said, "Well, it's fine, but we finally met, so you can stay with me for a few days."

Wuzhan thought for a long time and asked, "Where are you going?"

"The North Sea is deserted and uninhabited, so no one will disturb us. It is said that there is a stone there called the Three Lives Stone. If we find it and inject our soul power into it, we can seal our three lives together."

……

At the end of the desert are snow-capped mountains, and beyond the snow-capped mountains is the North Sea. There are no waves in the North Sea, and ice covers the entire sea surface until the sky is as smooth as a mirror and the aurora dyes the sky red.

The two searched on the ice for two days but could not find the Three-Life Stone that Wanjiao had mentioned. It was not until one night that they saw a faint light flashing on the ice in the distance. Wanjiao excitedly shouted, "That's the Three-Life Stone!"

The two of them quickly rushed there and saw red, blue and white lights shining from under the ice. Wanjiao said, "It's down here!" Then she shattered the several-foot-thick ice with a palm and pulled Wuzhe into the sea.

The sea water was cool. The two floated downwards, against the direction of the light, and dived a hundred feet deep. The pressure doubled. Wuzhan used his soul power to protect the two of them, and they found a smooth three-colored stone deep in the sea, emitting bright light.

Against the backdrop of the light, Wanjiao was bright and beautiful. She looked at Wuzhan, smiled, and without hesitation injected her soul power into the three-colored stone. Then she turned her beautiful eyes to look at Wuzhan.

But Wuzhan had no intention of coming forward, so he asked in a voice transmission: "Don't you like me?"

Wuzhan shook his head and replied: "It's not that I don't like it, but I... I may not have an afterlife."

Wanjiao held Wuzhan's hand and said gently, "Even if there is no afterlife, there is still this life. I will hold your hand and grow old with you."

"In this life..., in this life..., I am no longer qualified to love anyone."

Wan Jiao said angrily: "If you don't love me, why do you protect me, miss me, and why do you come to find this Three Lives Stone."

"Loving someone doesn't necessarily mean you have to be together forever, and loving someone doesn't need to be proved in this way."

"I don't care. I want to be with you forever. If you don't do it, I will die in front of you. If you don't like me anymore, what's the point of me living?"

Wuzhan sighed and injected his soul power into the Sansheng Stone.

I saw two soul powers entangled together, emitting a ray of light, breaking through the water surface and dissipating into the sky.

Wanjiao snuggled in Wuzhan's arms, "I knew you said one thing and meant another."

(End of this chapter)