Mythology

Chapter 418 The Buddha is my compatriot
Yang He could sense that the Immaculate Ghost Buddha's refinement of the Buddha's fruition was not without its drawbacks, because he did not trust Buddhism, and the ten vengeful incarnations conceived by Shakyamuni had not been completely integrated.

As a result, the ten heads and twenty arms, which should have generated great supernatural powers, did not react at all.

The ten heads had different expressions, and they would occasionally glance at the head in the center. They could barely control them, but they couldn't control them as easily as they would their own arms.

Yang He had no regrets. He had left himself room to maneuver. If all else failed, he would put in some effort to create permanent characters from each of the nine avatars.

Having achieved his goal, he became even more unscrupulous in his behavior.

He couldn't help but come to Shakyamuni's side and quietly observe his little brother's enlightenment, his body and soul already approaching the level of a Great Luo Golden Immortal.

A faint golden hue spreads throughout Leiyin Temple.

Click.

The crisp sound of bones dislocating broke the silence, and the faces of the immortals turned fervent, for visualizing Shakyamuni's enlightenment was a great opportunity.

And what about Yang He?

In their eyes, Yang He was already being compared to Shakyamuni.

The immortals, unaware of the terror that would follow Shakyamuni's enlightenment, only knew that both could potentially become the Seven Sages of Buddhism, and thus became extremely respectful.

"This is really weird!!"

Yang He watched helplessly as Shakyamuni's jawbone dislocated.

His mouth was torn from the corner to his ear, revealing a deep, boundless mouth. His dignified face was twisted into a bizarre funnel shape.

Even now, Shakyamuni Buddha has not fully awakened.

Immediately afterwards, viscous liquid gold gushed out from deep within the throat, accumulating around the Bodhi tree to form a writhing lake of metal.

Bubbles shaped like human faces kept rising on the surface of the lake, only to collapse quickly, emitting a piercing, sharp wail similar to the cry of a baby.

Yang He's pupils suddenly contracted. Because of the close proximity and the enhancement of his spiritual vision, he immediately noticed the movement deep in the throat.

It seemed as if a gigantic creature was emerging from the mouth of Shakyamuni.

Shakyamuni's height was at most 1.7 meters, but the depth of his throat was a full 10 meters.

First, the twelve knuckles extended, forcefully prying open the upper and lower jaws; then the forearms, their skin covered in Sanskrit characters; and finally the entire shoulder, completely twisted beyond recognition.

Yang He's pupils trembled, as indicated by his clairvoyance.

[Shakyamuni]

This thing is the real Buddha!

The immortals were completely captivated, unconsciously entering a state of enlightenment.

The umbilical cords connecting their heads to Shakyamuni's abdomen were wriggling, and the nutrients they were absorbing were increasing in an invisible way, causing their bodies to become thin and emaciated.

Whoa whoa whoa.

The baby's cries echoed.

Yang He also felt a sense of dazedness, but he forcibly suppressed his distracting thoughts, and the influence of Leiyin Temple on him was reduced by 99%.

"Similar to taking Dao Fruits and Dao Seeds, if it weren't for the fact that the Immaculate Ghost Buddha is not easily disturbed, I would have followed in their footsteps and had an epiphany."

"pity."

Aside from Yang He, there was one other exception present: Bi Xiao.

Bixiao sat blankly on the futon, like an empty shell, but her position was right in front of the Bodhi tree, which was actually quite safe.

Five-colored divine light burst forth uncontrollably from his mouth and nose.

"As expected, Bixiao was probably prepared by the two Western Saints for Shakyamuni, but its current function is unknown."

Whenever Yang He had even the slightest thought of wanting to awaken Bi Xiao, his spiritual vision would fluctuate wildly.

"Let's see if the black cat works."

The black cat transformed into a beam of five-colored divine light, a portion of which approached Bixiao.

Hakimi's essence is the Five-Colored Divine Light, and they all come from the same source. He quietly merged into Bixiao's protective divine light without triggering any setup.

Yang He instructed the black cat to control Bixiao's five-colored divine light as much as possible. As a Transcending Tribulation Realm cultivator, it should have been impossible for the black cat to influence a Grand Luo Golden Immortal, but perhaps Bixiao's subconscious sensed that the black cat belonged to Yang He, so it offered almost no resistance.

Time passed second by second. Black rain poured down on Leiyin Temple, the sea wind howled, and dozens of crimson stars appeared in the sky at some unknown time.

Wow wow wow!!

The cries of Shakyamuni grew louder and louder, and the area of ​​Leiyin Temple shrank.

The edge of Leiyin Temple has been eroded by the sacred site. The giants transformed from the Three Pure Ones are sometimes close and sometimes far from the site, as if they are about to break through Leiyin Temple and descend into it at any moment.

The invisible pressure emanating from the Sanqing Temple was clearly an attempt to prevent Shakyamuni from attaining enlightenment.

Boom!
Yang He had no idea how the Three Pure Ones made their move; even his spiritual vision couldn't see it clearly. Then, the baby's cries became incredibly shrill.

Whoa!!!

The golden infant Buddha in Shakyamuni's mouth convulsed and collapsed under the Bodhi tree.

The Bodhi tree was completely unrecognizable, as if it had been torn in two, with the trunk split in two and the gap covered with colorful coral.

The twelve fingers of the golden Buddha infant were also neatly broken off.

All the immortals coughed up blood, but compared to Shakyamuni, their injuries were not serious.

dong dong dong.

The commotion continued, and the figures of the two Western Saints appeared at the edge of Leiyin Temple, personally protecting Shakyamuni.

The golden Buddha infant's head looked around, its pupil-less eye sockets sweeping over the immortals.

Yang He felt as if he had been struck by lightning. The intense nausea almost overwhelmed his Dao heart. The golden Buddha infant had no intelligence, but it contained pure malice.

“Shakyamuni is not Nezha; he can only be used.”

It's hard to imagine what it was like for Shakyamuni after he became the Buddha.

When the golden Buddha infant saw Bixiao sitting there blankly, it couldn't help but make a sucking sound.

Whoosh!
It suddenly burst out of Shakyamuni's mouth, its ten-meter body folding like a python, instantly shrinking into a three-foot-tall golden infant.

The umbilical cord, extending from the navel, was still connected to Shakyamuni's throat, and as he crawled, he continued to pull more internal organs from the corpse.

The golden Buddha infant instinctively realized that only by hiding in the five-colored divine light could it save its life.

Wow wow wow!!

Yang He narrowed his eyes, and just as the golden Buddha infant was about to sink into Bi Xiao's forehead, the black cat appeared in front of him without warning.

The black cat opened its mouth and swallowed the golden Buddha infant whole.

Before Hakimi became the Five-Colored Ghost, he already had a mustard seed space. Although the area of ​​the space has not expanded much, it still possesses the characteristics of the Five-Colored Divine Light and has managed to contain the Golden Buddha Infant.

Bixiao's eyelids trembled, and a glimmer of clarity flashed in her empty pupils.

"Don't move!" Yang He telepathically instructed, "Feed the cat with the Five-Colored Divine Light!"

Bixiao's consciousness was in a state of confusion, but she instinctively obeyed Yang He's thoughts.

Her slender fingers trembled slightly, and the five-colored divine light continuously shone on the black cat, causing Hakimi's fur to stand on end and transform into the appearance of a bird.

The fire within the five-colored divine light intensified, and birds grew phoenix wings.

pat.

The flames curled up into an egg shape.

The black cat turned misfortune into good fortune and became an immortal, even more so than Yang He. It was almost as if Shakyamuni had entered its body and it had already ascended to the realm of true immortals.

"Bixiao, you wait outside, and don't interfere."

Yang He chuckled, his bones and flesh scattered, and then the remains merged into the fire egg, intending to use Shakyamuni to comprehend some Buddhist teachings.

Regardless of whether or not one can benefit from relatives, one should still gain enough advantage. When the Buddha attained enlightenment, even his chickens and dogs ascended to heaven. If Duobao and others could comprehend Buddhist teachings, there's no reason why their siblings should gain nothing.

(End of this chapter)