Mythology

Chapter 537 Wukong, Help Me Slay the Saint

Zhao Gongming acted with extreme decisiveness. He transformed into a beam of light and disappeared into the depths of Lingxiao Palace. Soon after, another Zhao Gongming appeared out of nowhere in the main hall.

The appearance of the fake Zhao Gongming came without any warning, as if it were just a few ripples on the surface of the water.

He was dressed in a magnificent robe, his face was identical to that of a golden immortal, and his body was surrounded by a radiant light. His aura was clearly that of a perfected Golden Immortal!
The immortals and gods were still discussing Zhao Gongming when suddenly they fell into dead silence.

Zhao Gongming nodded slightly to Wen Zhong: "Lord Wen, I am a step late. There was an unusual movement in the side hall. Is there a problem with the magic array that seals away demons?"

Wen Zhong frowned. "Gongming's arrival is just in time. I suspect that the Jade Emperor's condition has worsened. We must unite with the remaining eight righteous gods to strengthen the magic array and regain control of the Heavenly Court as soon as possible."

Yang Ren chimed in, "I see that the Heavenly Court is in constant turmoil, and there may even be demons disguised as immortals and gods hiding in the Thirtieth Heaven. Why don't we bring them all to the Lingxiao Main Hall to verify their authenticity?"

"can."

Luo Xuan agreed, and Wen Zhong nodded, saying, "Then let's do it that way, immediately..."

Before the words were finished, a sinister aura shot into the sky from the direction of the side hall.

Centered on Yang He's side hall, the surrounding area shook violently, with extraordinary phenomena far exceeding the norm, as if something was constantly growing.

The Lingxiao Palace is located in the highest of the Thirty Heavens, the Great Luo Heaven.

Ninety-nine percent of the Yin energy in the Heavenly Court poured down like a waterfall from the Great Luo Heaven, causing countless eyes, including those in the eighteen heavens of the Realm of Form, to look toward the Lingxiao Palace in utter terror.

Many immortals and gods' first reaction was that a great calamity was coming.

It should be noted that while the Heavenly Court maintains a calm facade, rumors of a great calamity are actually brewing, and even the young disciples have heard of it.

Rumble.

The spiritual patterns enveloping the side hall were not damaged; instead, they spread rapidly under the nourishment of the massive amount of Yin energy, becoming even more intricate and complex.

What's truly chilling is that one after another, bone and flesh peach trees have sprouted from the ground!

The peach tree's branches resembled twisted, skeletal remains, its leaves like withered limbs, and countless heads hung densely from the tips of each branch.

Its head swayed with the branches, emitting a sharp, mournful cry.

Upon closer inspection, his head bears a striking resemblance to Yang He's, with about seven or eight points of similarity.

Furthermore, the area of ​​the Bone and Flesh Peach Grove is constantly expanding, and before long, even the main hall will be part of the peach grove.

.........

Meanwhile, in the eighteenth heaven of the realm of form.

Two seemingly ordinary Taoist boys were walking through the bustling street. A large number of immortals and gods stood suspended in the air, staring at the Lingxiao Palace and discussing among themselves. Among them were many who had been in seclusion for hundreds of years.

“Zhunti, you’re thinking too simply. Otherwise, you wouldn’t have had your position taken away.”

The young Taoist boy had a fair complexion and exuded a faint medicinal fragrance, while the other boy had an unpleasant expression and his features were somewhat distorted.

"Why didn't he fall for it? Sun Wukong, aren't you a disciple of the extraterrestrial demons? You clearly sensed my presence, yet you chose to ignore it. You impudent monkey, you deserve to die!!"

The two Taoist boys were naturally incarnations of Buddhist saints. Zhunti took out a cage from his sleeve, inside which was a distracted golden-haired monkey.

The ape lay curled up, motionless, its breath weak and its eyes dull.

However, seemingly sensing the resentment in Zhunti's words, the monkey suddenly sprang up, grabbed the bars of the cage and shook them violently, letting out a sharp cry.

"damn it!!!"

Golden light shimmered in Zhunti's palm, and the beast cage hissed.

The monkey let out a painful howl, its fur burned in large patches.

“Zhunti.” Medicine Buddha frowned slightly and said coldly, “Why do you have to make things unpleasant with livestock? Since Yang He has no intention of rescuing Sun Wukong at all, you will have to wait for your rank.”

He was slightly dissatisfied. Both Jieyin and Zhunti had been severely injured by Yang He, but Zhunti was not at risk of losing control. So he cooperated with them out of consideration for their past relationship.

As a result, the Medicine Buddha discovered that Cundi's mind was gradually becoming mundane.

"call."

Zhunti quickly suppressed his distracting thoughts, but some voices still lingered in his mind, even affecting his judgment.

“Zhunti, don’t forget the purpose of our trip.”

The Medicine Buddha stopped there, while looking around the Lingxiao Palace. He couldn't help but exclaim, "The extraterrestrial demons act recklessly and unpredictably, yet they have chosen to guard the side hall. How interesting."

"Why is he delaying the process instead of rebuilding his body and soul? If he does this, we will seize the initiative, and he will be doomed." Zhunti's words were full of disbelief, and his chest convulsed violently.

"The extraterrestrial demons are unfathomable, and we need not ponder them."

Medicine Buddha vanished into the void, followed closely by Zhunti. The two of them quietly crossed most of the Yuanzai Kong and ascended to heaven one after the other.

Before long, they arrived at a remote fairy island on the edge of the island.

Since the whereabouts of the Heavenly Mother River disappeared, not only have the number of heavenly soldiers and generals decreased, but even the number of human immortals and Daoist children has also decreased significantly.

Some of the immortal islands in the Eighteen Heavens of the Realm of Form gradually fell into neglect.

Everything indicated that the Heavenly Court had reached its end.

"Zhunti, don't lose sight of the bigger picture for the sake of small gains. Don't forget why we came here."

The Medicine Buddha disappeared into the thick fog surrounding the immortal island, and the scene that came into view was chilling; the immortal island seemed to be undergoing a blood sacrifice.

The chanting was deafening.

"At that time, in the immeasurable worlds of the ten directions, there were countless Buddhas and great Bodhisattvas!"

"We praise Shakyamuni Buddha for his ability to manifest inconceivable wisdom and supernatural powers in this defiled world, to subdue stubborn beings, and to teach them the Dharma of suffering and joy."

Thousands of stiff-moving Taoist boys are bowing and worshipping around a clay statue of a god.

Their foreheads were already covered in blood and flesh, but with each bow, a wisp of life was infused into the clay statue, making the face of the Buddha statue even more vivid, as if it were about to come to life.

"All the immortals pay homage, forming the embryo of Buddha; Shakyamuni is about to descend upon the Heavenly Court."

The Medicine Buddha's tone was tinged with emotion, not reverence, but fear—a fear that was indescribable and ingrained in his very bones.

Zhunti's cultivation level had plummeted, making him appear even more pathetic; his teeth were chattering.

Compared to the arrival of Shakyamuni, Yang He's matter is insignificant. In fact, Shakyamuni could have completed the three stages of enlightenment that Zhunti lacked with a single thought.

Zhunti hesitated for a long time, then murmured, "Medicine Buddha, he... he really can live..."

"Shut up!!!!"

The Medicine Buddha completely lost his composure, pressing his index finger against Cundi's brow. "Cundi, do you know what you're saying? A monk doesn't lie."

Zhunti immediately closed his eyes and began chanting sutras, but as a quasi-saint, he was so frightened that he broke out in a cold sweat.

The Medicine Buddha remained silent. No one understood Shakyamuni's state better than the five saints; to say he had gone mad would be a rather euphemistic way of putting it.

The three saints became saints after the Great Tribulation of the Investiture of the Gods, so they did not have a place of practice. Zhunti and Jieyin did indeed have a place of practice separated from them, but fortunately they returned to sainthood by relying on Shakyamuni.

Only Shakyamuni Buddha experienced the great terror of being stripped of his sacred site.

The higher one's spiritual realm, the closer one becomes to the sacred site. The Medicine Buddha knows all too well the price the Three Pure Ones paid to sever ties with their sacred sites.

A living being in the flesh, whose soul is reincarnated.

The physical bodies of the Three Pure Ones are now nowhere to be found, and their souls seem to be lost in reincarnation.

Shakyamuni did retain his complete body and soul, but he never left his place of practice after leaving the temple, and his aura became extremely unfamiliar.

The Medicine Buddha gazed at the Lingxiao Palace and noticed that the fake immortal was trying to break the magic array on his own.

"Could the Shakyamuni of Mount Ling... no longer be Shakyamuni?"

Medicine Buddha dared not think too much about it. In fact, Amitabha Buddha and Maitreya Buddha had the same concerns, so the two saints chose to stay at the top of Mount Ling.

Zhunti's words interrupted Medicine Buddha's thoughts, "How should we deal with the extraterrestrial demons? If we ignore them, they will definitely continue to cause trouble."

"Just shut him up." The Medicine Buddha then took out a finger bone, the material of which seemed to be carved from glass and jade, with fresh bits of flesh still stuck to the joint.

"Guixu seems quite interested in Jin Chanzi, that's good."

The Medicine Buddha hung his finger bone on the cage where Sun Wukong was imprisoned. The moment the finger bone touched the cage, a penetrating medicinal fragrance filled the air.

Sun Wukong realized that the finger bone came from Tang Sanzang, and immediately bared his teeth in disgust.

Ho ho ho! ! !
He shook the cage violently, trying to tear the restraints with his teeth, but the seal set up by the sage was beyond the control of even a Great Luo Golden Immortal.

"You impudent monkey, blame yourself for becoming a disciple of an extraterrestrial demon."

The Medicine Buddha lifted the beast cage and threw it into the surging sea of ​​clouds without hesitation. The Buddha's light would guide the beast cage to the Ruins of Return.

"Since Sun Wukong has a Heavenly Dao branch from your dojo, let him bear the erosion of the Ruins."

Out of caution, the Medicine Buddha only looked away after witnessing more than a dozen pairs of pitch-black arms grab the beast cage and pull Sun Wukong directly into the Ruins of Return.

Rumble.

The Lingxiao Palace shook violently once again, but the reaction was that the Bone and Flesh Peach Tree began to wither, black spots appeared on its branches, and nauseating dust spread everywhere.

The Medicine Buddha clasped his hands together and murmured a few words of the Rebirth Mantra.

Sun Wukong has a branch of Yang He's Heavenly Dao within him. Once he is eroded by the aura of the Void, Yang He will not be able to escape unscathed either.

The Medicine Buddha did not care whether Yang He could cope with the aura of the Void.

unimportant.

When Shakyamuni Buddha arrives, everything will become meaningless.

"Alright, Zhunti, find me more disciples. How can the blood sacrifice of tens of thousands of people bear the remaining power of a true saint?"

The Medicine Buddha clapped his hands as if he had merely discarded a piece of trash, then turned to look at the increasingly lifelike clay statue.

"clear."

The two ignored the outside disturbances and disappeared into the Eighteen Heavens of the Realm of Color.

Faced with the suffering of all beings, the statue seemed to have a faint smile on its lips, and two lines of tears flowed down its face as the chanting of sutras was performed.

.........

Yang He remained in the side hall, while the human-faced peaches continued to be buried underground.

Master Qingfeng stood trembling to the side, occasionally wiping non-existent sweat from Yang He's forehead with his sleeve.

After the Precious Bone Mausoleum becomes a supreme innate treasure, each human-faced peach can grow into a peach tree, allowing the living stump to blend into the environment.

This means that if the fake immortal wants to break the life-sustaining barrier, he must destroy the side hall.

"Next, we just need to wait for Yunxiao and the others to escape from Lingxiao Palace. As long as the leaders of the Eight Divisions can reach the main world through the Myriad Transformations Heavenly Dao Field, it doesn't matter if the story fails. We can even abandon the story world..."

suddenly.

Yang He's flesh writhed, bursting forth with a large number of dark, twisted veins, and a rich aura of returning to nothingness suddenly surged from his seven orifices.

The aura of the Ruins was like viscous asphalt, distorting the air wherever it passed.

"Uh……"

Yang He let out a muffled groan as his head was instantly enveloped in filth.

"Brother!!"

Qingfeng Daoist was shocked and was about to step forward when the stench of the Guixu aura rushed into his nostrils, causing his internal organs to churn and him to gag repeatedly.

The dissipating black energy, like a living venomous snake, burrowed straight towards his brow!

"Oh shit!"

Yang He cursed angrily, enduring the pain of being eroded by the Void, and opened his mouth to create a suction force, forcibly drawing the black Void energy that was entangled with Daoist Qingfeng back into his mouth!
His face turned even paler, and he felt a splitting headache.

"Let's go!" Yang He shook his head and said to Daoist Qingfeng.

"Senior... Senior Brother... You..." Master Qingfeng was so frightened he almost lost his mind.

"Get out!!!" Yang He said no more, his stern shout leaving no room for doubt.

Master Qingfeng staggered toward the side hall door. The seal had loosened slightly due to the aura of the Void, and he managed to break through the gap and fall out.

Just as he was still in shock, Yang He's clenched teeth and telepathic message rang in his ears.

"Junior Brother Qingfeng, listen up!"

"Half an hour... at most half an hour, I will lift the seals on all the side halls! In my name, you immediately contact the Water Deity Star Lord and the Plague Old Ghost, and have them take over the magic array!!"

"Yes Yes!"

Master Qingfeng dared not hesitate for a moment and scrambled away, disappearing at the end of the corridor.

He knocked on the doors of each side hall, trying to appear calm as he gave his instructions.

Upon hearing this, the two Water Deity Star Lords neither refused nor agreed, but stood warily at the door, subtly resisting contact with Yang He.

Yang He's fearsome reputation was truly resounding. The number of immortals and Buddhas who died at his hands was even more exaggerated than the Investiture of the Gods calamity. He was simply the number one evil star in the Three Realms, yet his relationship with many saints was unclear and ambiguous.

Half an hour later, the doors and windows of the side halls opened wide as if by prior arrangement.

Water Deity Star Lord slowly walked out, and Daoist Qingfeng hurriedly stepped forward, "Water Deity Heavenly Venerable, you also know that my senior brother never speaks recklessly..."

"Excuse me, Fellow Daoist Qingfeng, I still need to reorganize the Water Department, so I'll have to take my leave now."

Upon discovering numerous flaws in the sealing of the Precious Bone Tomb, which could be easily exploited from the inside out, the Water Deity Star Lord immediately considered retreating.

The old man was decisive; he turned and left without saying goodbye.

"Two Immortal Lords, are you not going to give us even the slightest bit of face?!"

Water Deity turned his head. Yang He's upper body had been reshaped, but the wounds were covered with a thick aura of the Void, making his condition extremely unstable.

boom.

Before he could speak, the bones and flesh of Yang He's upper body exploded again.

The aura of the Void swept through the side hall, and the Plague Old Ghost stumbled and fell headlong. Even looking directly at it for half a breath almost caused him to go berserk.

Water Deity Star Lord quickly softened his stance, "Corpse Heavenly Venerable, we both belong to the Heavenly Court, so naturally we are willing to cooperate! Please spare our lives!!"

"Old Plague Ghost, have you submitted yet?" Yang He stared coldly at Old Plague Ghost.

"I'm truly impressed!!!"

The Plague Old Ghost could sense the killing intent between Yang He's brows, so he obediently and proactively refined the array eye of the life-sustaining pillar, and the life-sustaining pillar was subsequently stabilized.

boom.

Yang He suppressed his aura of returning to nothingness and then closed the side hall door.

His head was completely enveloped by the black water of the void, only his eyes still burned with flames, the three yang flames burning endlessly.

"Shakyamuni".

"Don't think that the Void can trap me. The Void is the thing that I fear the least."

Yang He's communication with the Myriad Transformations Tree went very smoothly without the sage's obstruction, and he immediately sensed Sun Wukong's equally annoyed state of mind.

The master and apprentice reached an agreement quickly without any friction.

"Wukong, help me..."

"Slay the Saint!!!"

(End of this chapter)