Others follow advice and imitate celebrities, but you start by pretending to be a god?

"You, you..."

You must understand that this is Xiniu Hezhou, the sphere of influence of Buddhism, where Buddhist power is vast and its authority is inviolable.

Normally, when those demons see Buddhists, they all keep their distance, for fear of getting into trouble.
But what's going on now?

A monster that appeared out of nowhere dared to brazenly trespass into the Buddhist territory and act recklessly.

What's even more shocking is that this monster is terrifyingly powerful. Despite only having the cultivation level of a Celestial Immortal, it managed to force its way into the Buddhist temple's grand formation, not only crushing it unscathed but also capturing everyone alive.

The two celestial warrior monks responsible for guarding the temple were as fragile as chicks in front of this monster, and were knocked unconscious with a single punch.

And now, this monster is even standing on top of the Buddha statue, making such a disrespectful move.

"Bastard!"

"You beast, get down here!"

"Amitabha! You demons deserve to be cast into the eighteenth level of hell and subjected to the torture of being boiled in oil!"

A hot-tempered old monk roared and suddenly stood up, wanting to rush forward and fight the Black Mountain Demon to the death.

However, he had only taken one step forward when the Black Mountain Demon slapped him hard across the face. The slap was so powerful that most of the old monk's teeth flew out, and he spun around before crashing to the ground, unconscious.

"How can you talk like that? You're so old, can't you speak properly?"

The Black Mountain Demon grumbled in dissatisfaction, pulled up his pants, and kicked the monk again. Then, to the astonishment of the many monks, he casually waved his hand, and a fire engulfed the temple behind him, turning it into a sea of ​​flames.

Amidst the weeping of a group of monks, the Black Mountain Demon turned and left with an air of nonchalance, quickly heading towards the next temple.

In fact, the Black Mountain Demon's actions were considered relatively mild and friendly among the disciples of this Taoist temple.

After all, he only demolished the Buddhist temple, burned the building, and urinated on the Buddha statue.

Within the temple, there were some disciples who particularly enjoyed causing trouble, and their methods were far more ruthless than those of the Black Mountain Demon.

After finding the temple, some of the disciples laughed and used their supernatural powers to instantly destroy the temple beyond recognition. Then they immobilized all the monks, binding them in place so they could not move.

Next, they plucked black hairs from their own tails and began transplanting them onto a group of monks.

"Who said there are many Buddhas in Xihe Niuzhou?"

"From this day forward, there will be no more bald monks in Buddhism!!"

"Holy crap!"

"Hahaha!"

The Buddhist disciples were immobilized and their cultivation was shattered, leaving them unable to resist. They could only watch helplessly as these powerful demons implanted the black hairs from their tails onto their heads.

They were so angry they were trembling, and it looked like smoke was coming out of their foreheads.

Damn it! !
What are these things?

How dare they target Buddhism in Xihe Niuzhou?
Faced with these disciples causing chaos everywhere, the monks in the Buddhist temples had different attitudes. Those who did not resist were in a slightly better position; although they would be tormented, at least they could save their lives.

But if the monks in the temple really harbor murderous intentions towards the disciples of the monastery, then these disciples, who usually seem unruly, can become exceptionally ruthless.

They are ruthless; once they make a move, they leave no survivors.

Where Lin Nan was, these disciples, having read so many books in the Hongmeng Library, naturally understood one principle.

To be merciful to the enemy is to be cruel to oneself!

This sentence is the most important teaching of their master, and they always keep it in mind.

Therefore, when truly facing a life-or-death adversary, the disciples of the dojo immediately abandoned their unserious demeanor and became ruthless and merciless.

There were even a few powerful demons with a wicked sense of humor who, after defeating the murderous Buddhist disciples, did not kill them directly, but instead held a grand banquet in the temple.

"Let's have a banquet! Let's have a banquet!"

"Celebrate the misfortune that befell Buddhism!"

These great demons laughed as they used whatever materials were available.

They didn't spare any of the temple's guardian beasts, thousand-year-old cranes, or ten-thousand-year-old black turtles; they roasted them all and stewed them in one pot.

As for firewood, it was taken directly from the wooden Buddha statue in the temple.

When the monks who were most devoted to the Buddha saw the head of the Buddha statue they revered cut off and thrown into a pot to cook turtles, their Buddhist hearts almost collapsed.

But what happened next was even more devastating.

These wicked demons not only enjoyed the meat themselves, but also forced the Buddhist disciples to eat it.

"Haha! It smells so good!"

"Come on! Another one!"

"Don't you monks not eat meat? Breaking the precept? What's that!"

"What? You dare not eat? I'll kill you!"

Finally, countless Buddhist disciples were forced to swallow flesh and blood by having their jaws controlled by the demons, causing them to faint from the pain several times.

Of course, these disciples from the various heavenly dojos were not bloodthirsty demons, and they did not behave too abnormally.

Apart from necessary killings, most ordinary Buddhist disciples would be knocked unconscious.

They would have all their power sealed away, and then either piled up at the entrance or hung on wooden poles in front of abandoned Buddhist temples.

After each temple that a disciple of the Buddhist community passes by, a small hill will be left behind by the disciples.

Not many monks were killed; those who behaved well were spared. But Buddhist temples were not so lucky.

Wherever they went, Buddhist temples were all demolished, leaving not a single tile behind.

Some Taoist disciples even built Taoist temples directly on high platforms using materials from demolished Buddhist temples.

"Folks!"

"Fellow countrymen!"

In a Buddhist kingdom, Xiong Paopao, dressed in a kasaya, with a round belly and his dark bear fur wrapped inside the kasaya, looked quite comical.

He was holding a monk's staff and banging it hard on the ground, a sight that made people laugh.

Behind him stood a group of wealthy, obese monks, each with a greasy face.

Before him stood a group of emaciated ordinary people, their eyes filled with weariness and helplessness.

"Look at these Buddhist disciples, they're always trying to fool you into believing in Buddhism, saying things like faith leads to a better life, that this life is suffering and the next will bring happiness. But look at them!"

Xiong Paopao shouted loudly, spitting everywhere. He grabbed a fat, stout monk and kicked him hard.

"Look at them! They're all so fat and bloated!"

"And look at you! You're all pale and emaciated, skin and bones!"

"Do you really not know what's going on? These Buddhist sects are nothing but bloodsuckers!"

"When the harsh winter comes, you work hard in the fields, facing the yellow earth and with your backs to the sky, until you are so tired that you can't straighten your backs."

"And these parasites of Buddhism, doing nothing, can eat the most sumptuous food in warm rooms and enjoy wealth and luxury!"

"Tell me, is this fair?!"

"Fellow countrymen, is this fair?!"

As Xiong Paopao spoke, saliva flew everywhere, his voice was extremely loud, and his words carried far and wide, possessing a powerful and inspiring quality.

After an unknown amount of time, finally, a thin human raised his head, clenched his fists tightly, and roared in a low voice.

"It's unfair!" "Yes! It's unfair!!" Xiong Paopao's eyes lit up as he continued to incite and stir up the anger in the hearts of many mortals.

Once one person started it, anger began to rise in the eyes of more and more people.

"unfair!"

"unfair!"

The sound grew louder and louder, as if it were about to pierce the sky.

Later, the sound echoed not only before the Buddhist temple but throughout the entire city, reverberating through the streets. Witnessing this, Xiong Paopao was so excited he could barely contain himself. He suddenly waved his hand and let out a deafening roar:

"The moment of resistance is now!"

"Fellow villagers, pick up your weapons, follow in the footsteps of Xiong Tianzun, and let us tear down this temple together!!"

"Take back our food rations!"

Before the words were even finished, the entire city seemed to be awakened like a giant beast, erupting with a deafening roar:

"Tear down the temple!"

"Take back the grain!"

Xiong Paopao looked at the surging crowd and nodded in satisfaction. He gazed into the direction of Lingshan Mountain, his eyes flashing with an unusual light.

That should be about right, right?
Only when the turmoil in Xiniu Hezhou intensifies will the eldest sister be able to deal with it more calmly...

"What? There are monsters causing trouble in Xiniu Hezhou?"

On Mount Ling, inside the Great Thunderclap Temple, the Arhat Subduing Dragon frowned slightly.

Upon first hearing the news, he didn't pay much attention to it.

After all, this is within the sphere of influence of Lingshan, a sacred place of Buddhism.

Under the Buddha's light, how dare the demon race act recklessly?

“But, Arhat, it has been reported that several Buddhist kingdoms in Xiniu Hezhou have been invaded by demons.”

"Many temples appear to have been destroyed."

"Many temples are urgently seeking assistance and earnestly requesting support from Lingshan."

The monk who delivered the report held a letter and gave a detailed account.

The Arhat Subduing Dragon frowned slightly and casually waved his hand.

"In that case, we can just randomly select a few Buddhas from Mount Ling to handle this matter."

"Hmm, I remember that among the eight classes of Buddhas, there are several who are about to attain the Arhatship and need the blessing of faith and good fortune. Why not let them go and suppress these monsters?"

The monk who delivered the message clasped his hands together and respectfully accepted the order.

"Alright, let's put this matter aside for now. The most important thing right now is the journey westward."

"You can handle these monsters as you see fit."

Having said this, the Arhat Subduing Dragon hurriedly departed, muttering to himself, "Where is that damned Black Bear Demon hiding... He stole the cassock and fled; how are we to deal with this calamity now..."

The Buddhist community did not pay much attention to the disturbances caused by the disciples in the temple; all the Buddha's attention was focused on Tang Sanzang's journey to the West.

They longed to find the Black Bear Spirit so that Tang Sanzang could complete this tribulation and compete for the fortune of Buddhism.

However, to the surprise of all Buddhist disciples, including the many Buddhas on Mount Ling, the situation in Xiniu Hezhou was far more complex than they had imagined...

Several Buddhas received orders from the Arhat who subdued the dragon to set off from Mount Ling to suppress the demon race.

However, they had not gone far from Mount Ling when a figure came to greet them.

The newcomer was surrounded by Buddhist light, possessed profound spiritual cultivation, wore a vermilion kasaya, held a nine-ringed staff, and had a benevolent face.

"Amitabha Buddha, may I ask you eminent monks, are you on your way to suppress the unrest in Xiniu Hezhou?"

Seeing that the newcomer was surrounded by Buddhist light and possessed profound Buddhist wisdom, several Buddhas slowly nodded and returned the greeting with their hands clasped together.

“Amitabha, this humble monk is the Vajra Yaksha who enforces the law, this is Mahoraga, and the others are all from the same group of the Eight Classes and Six Assemblies as this humble monk.”

"We were sent by the Arhat Subduing Dragon to quell the unrest in Xiniu Hezhou."

The Vajra Yaksha, the enforcer of the law, silently chanted Buddhist mantras and asked a question, his tone tinged with doubt.

"This eminent monk, however, possesses profound knowledge of Buddhist principles and extensive learning of Buddhist texts. I have never heard of such an eminent monk in Mount Ling. I wonder who this eminent monk is..."

The monk clasped his hands together and replied with a smile, "Amitabha, this humble monk is Fahai, indeed not a person from Vulture Peak."

"This humble monk comes from a monastery located at the border between Jambudvipa and Purvavideha."

"A temple?" Moholuga was slightly taken aback.

"Ahem, Buddhist temple." Fahai quickly corrected himself, inwardly regretting his words.

At the same time, he quickly changed the subject: "Amitabha, this humble monk has long admired the name of Mount Ling and has come here to study Buddhist principles and comprehend the supreme Buddhist scriptures."

"Unexpectedly, they encountered rampaging monsters from Xiniu Hezhou on their journey!"

"Xiniu Hezhou is a sacred Buddhist land, and also the place my heart longs for. How can I allow demons to wreak havoc!"

"If the eminent monks are going to suppress the demon, this humble monk is willing to do his part."

Fahai's expression was serene. He gently shook his staff, and an extremely pure Buddhist power immediately emanated from his body.

The several Buddhas of Mount Ling exchanged glances, all of them surprised.

Is this a Buddhist from outside Lingshan?

How could someone cultivate to such a level in the outside world?

Such profound Buddhist teachings, if applied to the outside world, would truly qualify him as an enlightened monk!

In terms of the purity of the Buddha's light alone, it even surpasses them!
"nature."

“We are about to go, Venerable Monk, would you please come with us?” Mahoraga invited, pressing his palms together.

Upon hearing this, Fahai's face lit up with joy, and he gladly joined the group.

The Buddhas, including the Vajra Yaksha, had their faith greatly increased after Fahai joined them.

They took out an ancient wooden fish and slowly placed it in the air.

"What is this?" Fahai asked in confusion, his eyes sparkling with curiosity.

"This item is called the Demon-Subduing Wooden Fish, a treasure passed down from ancient times. It can detect the traces of demons in the surrounding area. Under the protection of the wooden fish, there is nowhere to hide," the guardian Vajra Yaksha proudly introduced.

"That is indeed a treasure..." Fahai murmured to himself.

The Dharma Protector Vajra Yaksha smiled reservedly, then silently recited Buddhist scriptures and activated the wooden fish.

brush!
Endless Buddhist light surged like ocean waves, and countless Buddhist scriptures, as vast as the ocean, soared into the sky from the wooden fish!

Amazing runes coalesced here, transforming into a sea of ​​stars!
And in this sea of ​​stars, a crimson demonic aura quietly emerged!

Upon seeing this demonic aura, both Mahoraga and the guardian Vajra Yaksha showed expressions of surprise!

"Such a strong demonic aura!"

"It's not far away!"

"Go and find them immediately!"

However, when Mahoraga and the guardian Vajra Yaksha arrived at their destination, they were completely shocked by the scene before them!
A vast city, belonging to a grand Buddhist kingdom in the West. (End of Chapter)