Daqin Zhentiansi

At this moment, he was completely different from his usual reserved self.

He was not wearing a marquis's robe, but rather a black close-fitting outfit, with a long, fitted cloak trimmed with dark gold over it, his posture as upright as a javelin.

What's most unsettling is the aura emanating from him!
Step out!
"Boom——!"

It wasn't a physical vibration, but rather the entire Buddha-discussion platform and the surrounding large area of ​​space felt as if they had been struck by an invisible giant hammer, and the air suddenly felt heavy!
Many monks and believers with lower levels of spiritual cultivation instantly felt a tightness in their chests, their blood and qi churning, and their faces turned deathly pale.

Zhang Yuan did not deliberately activate his internal energy, but his surging blood essence, as powerful as an ancient volcano, and his vast martial energy, as boundless as an abyss, surged and boiled uncontrollably as he moved forward!
Within three feet of him, the air twisted and deformed, emitting a low groan of unbearable strain, and light refracted within it, creating beautiful yet dangerous ripples!

"hiss--!"

"he?!"

"This is... a physical body!!!"

On the Buddha altar, Grand Master Miaozhi's pupils suddenly contracted, and he almost lost his voice!
The senior monks, the head monks, and even the withered old monk in the center, whose eyes had been closed all along, suddenly opened their eyes, and for the first time, solemnity and astonishment appeared on their usually calm faces!
That was not an energy projection like a Dharma body or a golden body, but a pure, powerful physical body that transcended the limits of mortal understanding, releasing its pressure!

That power was so profound, so domineering, and so refined, it was full of the most primal beauty of power, and it faintly revealed an immortal meaning that surpassed even grandmasters and great grandmasters!

He surpassed the Grandmaster level and even faintly touched upon the legendary realm of physical sainthood!
The mere act of taking a step forward was enough to make many Buddhist monks and masters of the Dharma Body Realm change color!
The old monk who spoke, known as the "Venerable One with the Wooden Staff," fixed his deep gaze on Zhang Yuan and slowly spoke, his voice questioning.

"Lord Zhang? This is a platform for discussing Buddhist scriptures, a place where the Buddhist community of Liangzhou gathers to debate with the Great Qin. What...does this mean? And what...does the Great Qin mean?"

He voiced the question churning in the hearts of all the monks of Liangzhou, carrying with him the anger of the Buddhist holy land being impacted and the fear of being intimidated by the power.

Although the Qin Dynasty was powerful, it could not be unreasonable.

As for the Buddhist sect of Liangzhou, it would be even better if the Qin Dynasty were unreasonable.

That only made the Qin Dynasty seem even more barbaric.

Zhang Yuan stopped a few feet away from the Qin camp, facing the Liangzhou monks at the top of the Buddhist altar.

His face was cold and hard, his gaze sharp as lightning, sweeping over the layers of golden lotus platforms.

Finally, he paused briefly on several venerable figures of the Mingwang Sect, his voice low yet clear, reaching the ears of everyone present.

"What do you mean? Of course, we will discuss the scriptures and doctrines. However, before that, I have a personal grudge to settle here today!"

"Personal grudge?" The Venerable with the wooden staff frowned slightly.

"Several years ago," Zhang Yuan's voice suddenly rose, each word like a knife striking everyone's heart, instantly revealing that secret from many years ago, "I, by chance, stepped into this Liangzhou world, isolated and helpless! But I was ambushed and killed by several Venerables of the Mingwang Sect, together with Chanxin of the Prajna Zen Forest and others, who laid a net of heaven and earth!"

"And there's that towering golden statue of the Bright King, whose colossal palm is poised to kill me!"

As soon as these words were spoken, the whole audience was in an uproar!

Whether it's the monks of Liangzhou or the people of Daqin, the vast majority of them are unaware of this long-forgotten story!
The faces of the several Venerables of the Mingwang Sect instantly turned ashen.

"Back then, I was nothing more than a heretic in Liang Zhou's eyes, a mere passerby awaiting slaughter!" Zhang Yuan's voice carried a chilling murderous intent. "If it weren't for General Gu Cang of the Great Qin Dragon Cavalry tearing through the void to save me, I would have long since turned into withered bones and perished here!"

"Now that I, the Marquis, have returned to Liangzhou in all my glory, how can I not vent my anger after so many years?!"

"boom!"

This blatant declaration of revenge, intertwined with that harrowing past, is like a boulder thrown into a calm lake, stirring up a tidal wave in the hearts of hundreds of thousands of people!

Countless shocked, bewildered, and incredulous gazes instantly focused on the Venerable Ones of the Mingwang Sect.

In the Qin camp, Ji Yuntang's eyes flashed, while Sun Ming, Wang Ping, and the others trembled with excitement. It turned out that the Marquis of Qingyang and the Buddhist sect of Liangzhou had such a deep-seated hatred!
The withered old monk with the wooden staff looked even more somber.

He never expected that Zhang Yuan would bring up this "old story" that Liang Zhou was unwilling to mention or might even have tried to cover up in this kind of setting and in this way!

"Amitabha!" On the middle level of the Buddha altar, a burly and powerful-looking Venerable of the Mingwang Sect suddenly stood up.

He was dressed in a crimson robe, and the faint phantom of a wrathful deity swirled around him; he was none other than the Blazing Fire Venerable, a figure of extremely high status in the Vidyaraja sect.

He suppressed the fear brought on by Zhang Yuan's terrifying aura and shouted sternly, "Zhang Yuan! Marquis of Qingyang! Don't try to distort the truth!"

"At that time, you trespassed into my Liangzhou without authorization. Your identity was unknown, your whereabouts were mysterious, and you possessed strange dragon power. My Mingwang Sect and several fellow practitioners were merely following the law to protect the Pure Land and expel the external demons!"

"You are bringing up old matters today by abusing the power of the Qin Dynasty, which is clearly provoking trouble! Did the Qin delegation come here just to settle personal scores?"

His words were forceful and resounding, an attempt to gain the moral high ground.

"What a fine way to protect the Pure Land! What a fine way to expel evil spirits!" Zhang Yuan sneered. "On Buddhism? I, this Marquis, will use martial arts to suppress your Buddhist sect. Do you think that's unfair?"

"Of course!" said the Blazing Fire Venerable proudly, "This is a platform for discussing Buddhism, and we should determine who is superior based on the doctrines of Buddhism!"

"Your Great Qin claims to revere martial arts, yet you only dare to rely on your strength and act arrogantly, but dare not discuss the true meaning of Buddhism with my Liangzhou?"

This is the consistent mindset of the Liangzhou Buddhist sect, and it is also their strategy to try to force Zhang Yuan back into the "rules".

A slight smile played on Zhang Yuan's lips, but his gaze was so sharp it seemed to pierce through the very soul of the Blazing Fire Lord: "Discussing Buddhism? Fine. But I'm determined to avenge myself today. You want fairness? Very well!"

"I will give you fairness!"

The moment the words fell, a sacred aura, different from the previous violent blood and qi, but more majestic and vast, as if connected to the supreme Buddhist realm, suddenly erupted from Zhang Yuan's body!
"The Bright King, pacify the world!"

The deep chanting of Buddhist hymns resonated in everyone's hearts!
Amidst the buzzing sound, a colossal, towering, and pure wrathful deity, seemingly cast from solidified gold, suddenly appeared behind Zhang Yuan!
This image has three glaring eyes, bared fangs, and holds ritual implements such as a vajra, a flaming sword, and a demon-subduing chain. It is surrounded by blazing white Buddhist flames that are enough to burn away evil spirits!
A majestic, domineering, and sacred aura swept down like a galaxy from the heavens, reflecting off Zhang Yuan's saintly body below, creating an unprecedented, grand field that combined Buddhism and demonism!

"The Golden Body of the Bright King!"

"This...how is this possible?!"

"The Dharma form of the Wisdom King?! The purest and most authentic essence of the Wisdom King!"

"Marquis Qingyang...how could he possess the supreme Vidyaraja Seal of our Buddhist sect?!"

"How could someone who was granted a title through martial arts in the Great Qin Dynasty cultivate such terrifying Buddhist supernatural powers?!"

Countless exclamations, accompanied by gasps of disbelief, swept across the entire Wanfoping area like a tsunami!

The monks of Liangzhou, from the most senior monks to the lowest novices, were all dumbfounded, their jaws almost dropping!
This subversive image exceeded the limits of their understanding!

The Confucian and Taoist students of the Great Qin were equally dumbfounded, and then their eyes burst with fervent worship!

The eyes of the Pure Altar Master and other Mahayana cultivators gleamed with intense light, and they silently chanted Buddhist mantras, filled with praise. The expressions of the Blazing Fire Venerable and the other Venerables of the Bright King Sect froze instantly, their forceful questioning turning into utter absurdity and horror!
Looking at the wrathful deity whose true essence was far more refined, more powerful, and more divinely mighty than their own, they felt their Dao hearts tremble!
Zhang Yuan's voice, like thunder from the heavens or a pronouncement from the King of Light, echoed across the deathly silent Wanfoping: "The King of Light Sect! I cultivate the King of Light Seal, and protect the Vajra Wrathful Eyes!"

"Don't you believe in the Wisdom King? Don't you practice the true meaning of the Wisdom King? Today, I, the Marquis, will use the true wrathful form of the Great Sun Tathagata to suppress your distorted 'Dharma-guarding' path!"

"Look at the wise king you worship, can he protect the 'fruit' of your killing me back then!"

"Fairness is what you all seek! Fairness against fairness!"

As he spoke, the enormous, golden, and wrathful deity behind Zhang Yuan slowly raised his arm.

That enormous hand that once pressed down fiercely over Liangzhou, almost crushing the young man who was surrounded and killed back then!
Time seemed to flow backwards at this moment, back to that thrilling battlefield!

However, the once lofty and invincible King of Light has now transformed into a huge golden figure beneath the golden platform.

It represents the orthodox legal doctrine of the Liangzhou Mingwang Sect!

The young man who struggled against the giant hand and was on the verge of despair back then now not only stands tall between heaven and earth, but also carries the even more sacred and majestic golden body of the King of Light with his terrifying and boundless physical body, slowly raising the palm that defies fate!

"No!"

The Blazing Fire Lord let out a terrified roar.

He and several other Venerable Ones frantically activated their life's Buddhist energy, and behind them also emerged huge dharma images of the Bright Kings, each with their own understanding but far less pure and vast than Zhang Yuan's golden body, instinctively trying to resist and try to prove their own lineage!

The four enormous phantom images of the Bright King instantly confronted each other in mid-air!

Golden light illuminates the sky above Wanfoping!

However, the golden statue behind Zhang Yuan, with its refined elegance, divine charm, and the magnificent true meaning of the Great Sun it contained, clearly surpassed Zhang Yuan!

"Suppression!"

Zhang Yuan's eyes were cold as he spoke words of wisdom.

The giant hand raised by the golden statue of the Ming King behind him, without any fancy moves, carried a supreme will that was both simple and natural, yet contained the power of the ten directions of mountains and rivers and the might of dragons and elephants, and slowly pressed down on the Ming King Dharma images condensed by the Blazing Fire Venerable and others, as well as the middle-level Buddhist platform area beneath them!

It wasn't a clash of energies, but a crushing defeat by the laws of nature!
It's the authentic version against the unorthodox one!

It is perfection versus imperfection!
Wherever the golden giant hand passed, the space twisted and sank violently like the surface of water. The protective Buddhist light and the true meaning of the King of Light that Blazing Fire Venerable and others activated were like ice thrown into magma, quickly melting and dissipating!
The combined form of the Ming King behind them, which was being painstakingly condensed, let out a mournful roar. Under the impact of the overwhelming torrent of golden light, it shattered inch by inch, turning into a rain of light that dissipated into nothingness!

The terrifying pressure continued unabated, descending upon the land.

The three, including Blazing Fire Venerable, were struck as if by a towering mountain. Their protective aura shattered instantly, and their faces turned from ashen to a ghastly gold.

"puff--!"

The three of them simultaneously coughed up blood containing golden Buddhist energy!

"Crack!"

Several ear-piercing sounds of bones breaking rang out!
The three Venerables of the Mingwang Sect, who were at the Dongxuan Dharma Body Realm, were actually forced to break their leg bones by the shockwave of the Buddha's power from a distance, and their knees were slammed uncontrollably onto the hard Bodhi wood Buddha platform!

humiliation!

Unparalleled humiliation!
They knelt on the Buddhist altar, before the gaze of hundreds of thousands of monks and laypeople in Liangzhou, and beneath the withered old monk and the nine Venerable Ones!
What subdued them was not pure martial arts brute force, but the power of the Mingwang Sect, which they regarded as the foundation and cultivated throughout their lives!

Heaven and earth are silent.

Only the magnificent golden light still lingered, and the majestic wrathful king statue behind Zhang Yuan slowly withdrew its hand, looking down at the kneeling figures below the stage, as if judging the cause and effect of the past.

This golden statue is no longer the illusion of the past.

Zhang Yuan, based on his attainment of sainthood in the physical body, fused his own Buddha Essence Pearl and Enlightenment Pearl, and his understanding of the true meaning of the Bright King has long surpassed that of the powerful Bright King of yesteryear, transforming into a Bright King true body that is almost real and true!

The flowing golden light contains the supreme strength of Buddhism, the supreme Dharma, and the supreme will to suppress evil spirits!

This is his most shocking and domineering interpretation of the word "fairness"!
The golden light of the Ming King shone on the faces of every Liangzhou monk at Wanfoping, like a silent mockery and a cold, heavy hammer.

The withered old monk with a wooden staff, who was presiding over the Buddhist debate, looked at the scene on the stage where the dust had settled and the three venerable monks of the Mingwang sect were kneeling in humiliation. His wrinkles deepened on his withered face, and his eyes remained calm and still.

He slowly turned his gaze and landed on Zhang Yuan, who was surrounded by Buddhist light and malevolent energy, like a descended king of the world. His voice was deep but penetrating the entire venue.

“Amitabha. Marquis Qingyang, the personal grudges have been settled. These junior disciples may have acted improperly back then, and they have reaped the consequences.”

"Now that we've settled all grudges, can we discuss Buddhism?"

His voice carried a strange, calming power, attempting to quell the raging storm that had just been stirred up and bring everyone back to the right track of discussing Buddhist scriptures.

Hundreds of thousands of people on Wanfoping held their breath, their eyes fixed on Zhang Yuan, waiting for his response.

Many Liangzhou monks secretly breathed a sigh of relief, hoping to avoid the sharp edge of this martial artist and enter the familiar realm of debate.

However, the soaring bloodthirst surrounding Zhang Yuan did not diminish in the slightest.

The wrathful Vajra statue behind him, towering into the sky, became even more solid and its light even more intense.

Those eyes, burning with crimson gold, were like two suns, coldly surveying the entire Wanfoping.

As the words fell from the wooden staff, Zhang Yuan slowly shook his head.

His movements were slow, yet they carried immense force, instantly tightening everyone's nerves.

“Your Excellency is mistaken.” Zhang Yuan’s voice was not loud, but it was like the clang of metal, each word clear and resounding throughout the ten directions. “What I just resolved was merely a trivial old grudge of mine.”

He paused slightly, his gaze sharp as lightning, sweeping across the faces of every venerable monk and high-ranking monk on the Buddhist altar.

My gaze swept over the layers of golden lotus platforms, and over the hundreds of thousands of faces, some expectant, some bewildered, and some indignant.

The dormant power within him began to surge violently like an abyss, and the massive golden statue of the King of Light behind him also emitted a deep resonance.

"Now." Zhang Yuan took a sudden step forward!
"Boom——!"

With this step, the massive Bodhi wood altar groaned under the weight of the weight!
Centered on his landing point, a visible shockwave exploded outwards in a ring! The air erupted with a tearing shriek!

"What Zhang wants to resolve is a great wish!" (End of Chapter)