Covering the sky: Starting from the Golden Crow of the Holy Cliff

Chapter 187 Moke: You guys have really put me in a lot of trouble.
The acting abbot was furious. The other party's slander of the Victorious Fighting Buddha was essentially a questioning of his legitimacy to rule. He could not let this go easily at this time, otherwise his authority would be completely lost, and what face would he have to rule the Buddhist community?
He acted immediately, displaying his Saint King status, and killed several monks who dared to challenge him. The ancient temple fell silent, and everyone was quiet except for a few pools of bright red blood flowing slowly.

The Sage King turned and left, manipulating the ocean of mental energy to defend the line, while hoping to meet with the Great Sage of Heaven to discuss peace talks.

The result was not as expected. The Fallen Blood Phoenix did not care about a mere Saint King and was unwilling to even meet the envoy.

In this situation, the abbot adopted a gentle approach. In order to gain prestige and quell opposition, he reinstated the monks of the Mokha lineage. However, none of them were willing to leave the prison and simply watched coldly from the sidelines.

Helpless, the former personally went to invite Moke and his disciples and grand-disciples, but to no avail. These actions could not quell the resentment in various places, and many monks hated him to the bone.

At this moment, the Heavenly Army marched straight in, facing the sharp edge of Mount Sumeru. A Heavenly King activated an Imperial Weapon to knock on the gate, and a Fallen Blood Phoenix made a fleeting appearance, shaking the Great Thunderclap Temple.

The acting mountain lord believed that the Heavenly Army was overwhelming and once again proposed to use the Sea of ​​Faith to defeat the powerful enemy. The higher-ups were unwilling, but no one dared to say so.

"boom!"

At night, Mount Sumeru erupted with a terrifying Buddhist light, and the ancient monks displayed their supernatural powers. Their divine blood stained the sky, leaving only a crimson expanse.

When everything calmed down, the monks discovered that the abbot had died a tragic death, his soul shattered by a six-syllable mantra, leaving him without a complete corpse. His more than ten close subordinates had also all perished.

This is terrifying news. A saintly king who had attained the Bodhisattva level was violently killed in the Central Buddhist Land. What is hidden behind this? It sends chills down one's spine.

The investigation pointed to the Yellow Spring Demon Saint of the Dark Heavenly Court, believing that he descended with an imperial weapon and killed the acting mountain lord...

The next day, after some discussion, a guardian Vajra from the Fighting lineage became the actual controller of Mount Sumeru and served as the acting mountain master.

But how can he win over the masses?
The selection of the new abbot has greatly disappointed all the monks. What time is it? Are they still fighting for power?
The public outrage resulted in the Dharma Protector Vajra passing away peacefully under the Bodhi tree less than two hours after assuming power. Hundreds of monks who witnessed this scene were solemn and chanted Buddhist mantras, believing that the abbot had ascended to paradise and returned to the Buddha's side.

Hundreds of Arhats then rushed to the prison and knelt down in unison. Under duress, Moke's second disciple was persuaded to abandon the suffering of the people of the Western Desert.

Under his leadership, the Great Ancient Buddha Moke was sealed in a secret realm by an ocean of mental energy. Immediately, someone disregarded his strong opposition and draped him in a brocade robe, a relic left behind by a quasi-emperor-level sage from the Western Desert.

Without a moment's delay, Moke was taken to the Great Thunder Temple and forcibly placed on the futon of the Lord of Mount Sumeru, leaving him no room to refuse.

"You've really made my life miserable..."

The old monk was very serious, with a sorrowful expression, indicating that his Buddhist heart had been cracked, that he had broken his vows, and that he might not be able to make any progress in his spiritual cultivation for the rest of his life.

The path to the temple was partially destroyed; this was far too cruel for an ascetic monk!
He preferred the sutra cushion beneath his buttocks to struggling in the dark, sunless cage.

“Great Buddha Mokha, we have defied your will and forced you to come out of the mountains. This is a great sin, and we are willing to be punished with death. However, the Western Desert today cannot be quelled without the appearance of the Great Buddha. The lives of millions of people depend on you. How can the Great Buddha bear to do this?” said one of the Arhats.

Then, a secret little world opened up, and many golden Arhats appeared, each with a halo of Buddha's light behind their heads, sacred and majestic. Next came the Dharma Protectors, and the four most famous Vajra positions all appeared at this moment.

The four Vajra of the Dharma, Vajra of Victory, Vajra of Might, and Vajra of Eternal Abode, each more solemn than the last, exuded a Buddhist aura. They were all incredibly tall and imposing, surrounding Maha.

Behind them are the guardian deities of the Buddhas, the most famous being the Four Heavenly Kings: the Eastern King Dhritarashtra, the Southern King Virudhaka, the Western King Virupaksha, and the Northern King Vaishravana, each glaring fiercely, supremely divine and holy.

The gathering of saints—this is the true essence of Mount Sumeru!

"We are willing to follow the Great Buddha Maha to quell the chaos in the Western Desert."

"Please, Great Buddha Moke, intervene to protect our Buddhist community!"

In an instant, the five hundred Arhats shouted in unison, chanting endlessly, making the entire Mount Sumeru Palace appear solemn, sacred, and pure, filled with the power of their thoughts, and coexisting with all living beings.

Purple-gold tiles, a magnificent temple, shimmering with metallic luster in pale purple. Moke sits in the main position, his withered body radiating a faint divine glow. Behind him, the sea of ​​faith surges, unleashing wisps of divine light, all bestowing upon him—the will of all spirits of the Western Desert. "Amitabha," Moke murmurs compassionately, resigned to temporarily assuming the position of mountain lord, leading the Buddhist sages against the dark army.

In a corner unnoticed by anyone, the history of Mount Sumeru is being rewritten!
The words "Victorious Fighting Buddha" were erased by a monk.

His reign is known as the 'Demon Ape's Chaotic Reign'!
With the defeat of the Demon Buddha, the Western Desert's erroneous direction was corrected, and it returned to orthodoxy.

The Great Buddha Moksha, as the savior, repelled the Heavenly Army and retrieved the Golden Vajra Pestle, ushering in a new era...

"These ancient monks are quite profound; they are even willing to bring out the Supreme Immortal Gold and the Six-Syllable Mantra."

"With the Demon-Subduing Pestle suppressed, and fearing the Supreme Being deep within the Immortal Ruins, they are naturally willing to pay a heavy price. The trend is irreversible, and they can only submit."

High above the clouds, Yan Ming and Dark Fire Lin'er stood side by side, looking down at the once tranquil Mount Sumeru.

Looking at Mount Sumeru from outside the realm gives a very different feeling. This Buddhist mountain is so tall, said to be 84,000 yojanas. Although this is an exaggeration, it is not without reason. It soars into the vast sky and extends into the outer realm. Surrounded by many asteroids, it is majestic and imposing. It is one of the most famous immortal mountains in the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths.

In Yan Ming's hand, a piece of dark metal shimmered with Dao traces, deep and dazzling, more beautiful than the stars, flowing with wisps of dragon patterns, and was as big as a palm.

Clearly, this turmoil within Buddhism is not as simple as it appears to outsiders; it involves transactions between great sages and has been manipulated by powerful figures from the very beginning.

"Mokha's second disciple is ruthless, daring to risk killing a Bodhisattva. He seems to harbor immense hatred for the Victorious Fighting Buddha," said Dark Fire Lin'er. Last night, she had also climbed Mount Sumeru and witnessed the internal strife within the ancient monks' lineage.

"During the initial struggle for the position of mountain lord, Mo Ke was suppressed. His eldest disciple, with a fierce personality, was unwilling to accept defeat and willingly died under the Immortal Iron Cudgel."

Yan Ming explained that he had some knowledge of that period of ancient history.

How could things be gentle when it involves the ownership of a supreme lineage? It involves the blood of disciples and followers.

Just like many power grabs in history, the rise of a giant inevitably brings with it countless branches that form a community of shared interests.

In a limited environment, resources are readily available. If you eat more, it means others will eat less; this involves fundamental interests.
The old monkey was not a power-hungry person. In all his years in the Western Desert, he did not take on many disciples, but he had given guidance to many people who were willing to become lackeys of important figures.

Moke's followers were mostly natives of the Western Desert. Because their leader had been suppressed and they lacked successors, they could only lie low.

Although the Victorious Fighting Buddha has not targeted them over the years, the Victorious Buddha Gang has not been lenient and has suppressed them severely, hence the lingering resentment.

Last night, it was Moke's second disciple who took action, activating the quasi-emperor level alms bowl to kill the previous acting mountain master, and had his junior brother cut off his head to offer as a sacrifice to those who had passed away. More than ten ancient monks stood in front of the dead man's body and were all killed.

The remaining monks of the Victorious Fighting Buddha lineage were either killed by the Heavenly Court's sages while those within were purged. Mount Sumeru contained various rare treasures, such as five-colored iron essence, great Luo silver essence, and nine heavenly divine jade, as well as numerous ancient medicinal herbs, the construction methods of the Bodhisattva realm, and the lineages of Buddhas and sages such as the ancient Dipankara Buddha of Joy... Many of these were used as the price for retreating the army.

It's not just a piece of black gold with dragon patterns and two six-syllable mantras; it involves the ownership of the Vajra Pestle.

In fact, even though Mount Sumeru paid a "great" price, many people within the Heavenly Court were still dissatisfied, believing that they could conquer that immortal mountain in one fell swoop and everyone related to the Victorious Fighting Buddha would die. However, due to the decree of the Immortal Ruins, they had no choice but to withdraw their troops.

Yan Ming did not offer an explanation for this, as it involves a secret within the world of "Covering the Sky".

Perhaps even that old man Moke doesn't know that there is a Amitabha Buddha's faith body hidden inside Mount Sumeru, preparing to break through to the path of immortality in this life. That Dharma body is not comparable to the temporary battle body inside the Immortal Iron Cudgel.

The billions of living beings in the Western Desert are nothing but dying ghosts!

Their fate was already sealed; they were destined to follow their Buddha to become immortals, only to die on the path to immortality…

(End of this chapter)