Simultaneous travel: Starting from returning to the main god space.

Chapter 367 Suppressed under the Five Finger Mountain... Buttocks Facing Outwards (Seeking monthly votes! Seeking follow-up subscriptions!)

However, at this moment, Tathagata had no mind to maintain his image. His mind was filled with the scene he had just witnessed, and the shock in his heart was beyond measure.

Just one glance was enough to severely injure him, the ruler of the Western Heaven. What level of power was that?

The problem is... Laozi's Taiji diagram is one thing, but what virtue or ability did that chosen one have to contend with such a great power?

No! I must be mistaken. That was just a manifestation of Laozi's power. That demon monkey could never have such power. It might have already perished completely.

Thinking of this, Tathagata felt an urge to take another look.

But just then, Jin Chanzi's loud laughter rang in my ears.

"Hahahaha...I see!"

"So this is what gods and Buddhas are really like! No wonder! No wonder!"

Upon hearing this, the Tathagata was taken aback. Looking around, he discovered that the Buddhas, in their injuries, were gradually losing their dignified and solemn appearances. Instead, they had become hideous and grotesque faces, like those of demons. Though they were in human form, they were not human.

Looking at myself, my face gradually swelled up, turning black with fangs, resembling a demon, and again, I had little to do with being human.
"So what? We are the first beings in this world to comprehend the essence of power; we are naturally gods!"

The Buddha's voice deepened, and a third eye opened between his brows. The snail-shaped patterns on his head seemed to come alive, transforming into thousands of dragons and snakes spitting venom.

His robe was torn apart, and four thick, black arms emerged from behind him. Black flames swirled around him, highlighting his overwhelming demonic power.

One head, three eyes, six arms, snake hair… Anyone who has studied Buddhist scriptures will surely think of one name—

Mahakala!
The Buddha has three bodies.

Shakyamuni is the manifested body, which is subject to birth and death and can be seen; Vairocana is the Dharma body, which is without birth and death and cannot be seen.

The wrathful form that Mahakala manifested when subduing demons for Vairocana Buddha is Mahakala.

But it is clear that there is a big problem with the appearance of the Buddha before us. Rather than a manifestation of subduing demons, it is more accurate to say that he himself has become a demon.

"Such a fierce exterior masking a cowardly interior, Buddha, is your mind in turmoil? Is it because you fear that monkey will come and take your life?"

Tang Sanzang continued his mockery, yet his words pierced the heart of Buddha with unerring precision.

Upon hearing this, the usually calm and collected Buddha's expression turned icy cold. Without a word, he simultaneously slammed down with all six of his arms.

One palm strike, two palm strikes... four palm strikes... six palm strikes.

Six jet-black palm prints overlapped, unleashing an indescribable, domineering force that crashed down on Tang Sanzang's location. The violent airflow spread like thunder, causing the injured Buddhas and Bodhisattvas around them to stagger backward.

"Sanzang!"

Seeing this, Guanyin Bodhisattva wanted to help, but countless Sanskrit Buddhist lights flashed across her body, imprisoning her in place, unable to move.

At the critical moment, a loud bang came from above. The roof of the Great Thunderclap Temple collapsed suddenly, as if it had been struck by thousands of thunderbolts!

Amidst the swirling smoke and dust, an iron rod familiar to all Buddhas pierced through space, as if pressed down from beyond the heavens, and amidst lightning and thunder, struck directly at the Buddha's head.

Upon seeing the iron rod clearly, Buddha's expression changed drastically. His six hands, which were originally slapping down, immediately changed direction, making a lifting motion, and struck upwards.

At the same time, black flames surged around him, transforming into a black demonic Buddha ten thousand feet tall as it swirled. However, the Buddha wheel behind him was like a great sun shining in the sky, with supreme chanting and the power of faith from the ten directions of the Buddha Kingdom blessing him.

The greatest sound is silent, without wind or waves.

Only visible spatial ripples spread in all directions like a tide, the waves rapid and the shaking increasingly violent, evolving into a spatial river folding into a colossal wave.

Three breaths later, the space could not withstand the weight, and the entire Great Thunderclap Temple shattered with a crash. Everything seemed to return to chaos, and the cycle of earth, water, wind, and fire began again.

In an instant, the entire Western Paradise was engulfed by the spread of earth, water, wind, and fire. The Buddhas coughed up blood, retreated violently, and some were reduced to dust amidst screams, their souls utterly destroyed.

As for Tang Sanzang, he was already prepared, and Wu Xian deliberately controlled the range of the power wave, allowing him to escape from the Great Thunderclap Temple smoothly, and also rescue Guanyin, Lingji, and others. With a loud bang, a huge figure flew out from the energy turbulence and crashed heavily at the foot of Mount Ling; it was none other than Tathagata in his incarnation as Mahakala.

It must be said that Buddha truly lives up to his title as the Lord of the Western Paradise. He was able to shatter the Thirty-Six Heavens with a single blow, yet he didn't kill him outright. This shows that his strength far surpasses that of the Jade Emperor, at least in this world of Dark Mythology.

Of course, his situation wasn't much better. The six clashing arms had disappeared, the wound spreading upwards and ending at the elbows.

Black blood flowed continuously, dripping onto the ground and igniting raging black flames.

Worst of all, a strange power swirled around the wound, filled with pure and extreme destructive force, continuously hindering his recovery.

"Oh! Isn't this the compassionate Buddha? How did he end up like this?"

A mocking voice rang out from above. The Buddha looked up and saw a monkey, strikingly similar to Sun Wukong, casually seated on a cloud, looking down at him from above. Its eyes, burning with golden flames, held an unfathomable, icy coldness.

The Buddha was startled, but outwardly he feigned indifference. Just as he was about to utter some polite words, a hand appeared before him, growing infinitely larger...

Boom! ! !
A five-fingered mountain pressed down, and Buddha was unable to move, being suppressed straight down under the mountain.

Immediately afterwards, a huge array of the Four Symbols, Five Elements, and Eight Trigrams descended into the mountain and merged with it. All power and supernatural abilities vanished under the seal of this array.

Just like Sun Wukong back then, Tathagata only managed to show half of his body before he was completely unable to move.

"I'll press you down for five hundred years first, then... switch to having your butt facing outwards, and then press you down again!"

Wu Xian sneered, his tone filled with deep malice.

"Goku!"

At this moment, Tang Sanzang arrived with Guanyin Bodhisattva and other Buddhist rebels. He looked at Wu Xian, his gaze sweeping over the Great Sage Reincarnation Suit on him, revealing a look of nostalgia and emotion.

“Master, you misunderstand. My name is Wu Xian, and I am not the reincarnation of the Great Sage.”

Perhaps Tang Seng's gaze was too nauseating, Wu Xian felt a chill run down his spine, fearing that this guy would suddenly sing "ONLY YOU", so he quickly interrupted.

After thinking for a moment, he took out five golden lights, a black bead, and the strange stone from Flower Fruit Mountain from his body and handed them to Tang Sanzang.

"These are the six senses of the Great Sage and his original stone body. Master, you can keep them by your side and nurture them at all times. Perhaps one day, it is not impossible to truly revive the Great Sage."

"Thank you, donor."

Upon hearing this, Tang Sanzang's eyes gleamed, and he carefully took the Six Roots and the strange stone, a smile unconsciously creeping onto his lips.

Seeing this, Wu Xian said no more, but looked at Guanyin Bodhisattva and the others, seemingly thinking about how to deal with these traitors from the Buddhist sect.

Some people were tense, while others seemed to have come to terms with everything, simply chanting Buddhist scriptures in hushed tones and waiting for the final result.

"From now on, all Buddhist beliefs in the Three Realms and Four Continents must be severed. The same goes for Mahayana Buddhism and the idea that everyone can become a Buddha. For ordinary people, even living is a luxury, so they shouldn't dream of becoming Buddhas. They should just be good people first."

Wu Xian glanced at the crowd, especially those who possessed the so-called Buddhahood, and said calmly, "From now on, there will be no more Buddhas in this world. Who agrees and who disagrees?"

"Great!"

Guanyin Bodhisattva smiled and nodded, while the other Buddhas clasped their hands together, and the golden light symbolizing the Buddha's attainment gradually faded, transforming into a softer white light.

This is what is meant by "returning to the shore to guide the merciful soul"!

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

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