Great Love for All Heavens Begins with Huang Yaoshi

Chapter 287: Devouring 100,000 demons below, cleaving Bodhisattvas and Buddhas above!

The white-haired, red-eyed youth ascended into the clouds. Standing in the void, he sensed that there were countless monsters in the eight-hundred-mile-long Lion Camel Ridge. There should have been forty-seven or forty-eight thousand monsters, but now there were no less than one hundred thousand.

There are 12,000 on the South Ridge, 13,000 on the North Ridge, 20,000 at the East Road intersection, 20,000 at the West Road intersection, 7,000 or 8,000 on patrol, and 20,000 guarding the gates.

The Lion Camel Cave in the very center is the most intense in terms of demonic energy, which is like a tangible resentment transformed into boundless black clouds, turning the 800-mile-long Lion Camel Ridge into a paradise for demons.

A flash of light appeared at Zhuang's ancestral aperture between his eyebrows, and he took out the Heaven-Opening Divine Axe he had obtained from the world of the Lotus Lantern in his inner realm.

His aura surged forth, suddenly shaking heaven and earth, causing ghosts and gods to weep. The vast heavenly court trembled violently, and from the underworld down to the eighteenth level of hell, layer upon layer of evil ghosts wailed incessantly.

The white-haired, red-eyed youth swung his axe straight out, and the axe light manifested as a scene from the beginning of creation, where yin and yang separated, and earth, fire, wind, and water raged, shredding countless substances and living beings in destruction.

Before the countless demons could react, they were annihilated, their bodies and souls destroyed. Only the Lion Camel Cave erupted with bursts of soaring demonic energy.

Above, numerous enormous demonic forms appeared, such as the blue-haired lion monster, the yellow-toothed old elephant, the golden-winged roc, the white ox, and the nine-headed monster.

They were all covered in blood, in a miserable state, and were now desperately resisting the violent and unparalleled forces of earth, wind, water, and fire around them. They all seemed to want to escape but could not escape no matter what they did.

"Hehe, I knew you monsters were treacherous and cunning, trying to take advantage of my weakness and lack of strength."

The blue-haired lion roared like thunder:
"Swallowing Heaven, even if you kill us today, you will still die. If you spare us, you may one day become an immortal or a Buddha and attain enlightenment."

"Interesting, you want me to let you go?"

The white-haired, red-eyed youth chuckled:
"Unfortunately, I am not a horse herder."

His white hair flew wildly, and with another swing of his axe, the axe flashed and cleaved off the nine heads of the Nine-Headed Insect, causing its soul to scatter. The Bull Demon King, the Green-Haired Lion Monster, the Yellow-Toothed Elephant, and the Golden-Winged Roc followed suit.

In a few breaths, the flesh of these monsters filled the air with a delicious aroma. A white-haired demon, over a thousand feet tall, materialized and suddenly opened its blood-red maw, devouring all the ripe monsters scattered across the mountains and fields.

The white-haired demon's eyes blazed with red light. Suddenly, he swung his axe, and in an instant, heaven and earth were turned upside down, yin and yang were in chaos, and the void shattered. A blood-stained figure fell out from within.

Then, several beams of Buddha light in the void turned into dust, revealing three illusory figures: Maitreya Buddha, Samantabhadra Bodhisattva, and Manjushri Bodhisattva.

The Maitreya Buddha, who usually wears a smiling face, now has a profound expression.
"What a monstrous creature, neither human, demon, monster, immortal, nor god! With just one axe, it plunged us into the cycle of reincarnation, rendering all our arduous cultivation futile."

Manjushri Bodhisattva's form grew increasingly faint, and he sighed:
"It is truly unexpected that a mere mortal at the foot of Five Elements Mountain, who cultivated the demonic path in human form, actually developed such great abilities."

Samantabhadra Bodhisattva clasps his hands in prayer:

“Amitabha, it seems this is destiny. If Buddhism is to flourish in the world, it must go through tribulations. Even we Bodhisattvas and Buddhas are no exception.”

"Noisy!"

The white-haired demon swung his divine axe, and the axe light, capable of obliterating the three realms and ten directions, vanished in a flash. Maitreya Buddha, Samantabhadra Bodhisattva, and Manjushri Bodhisattva were scattered without a trace, and the relics they left behind turned into ashes.

"If you still want to enter the cycle of reincarnation and start over in this world, aren't you disrespecting me too much?"

“Benefactor, why do you do this? You should know that you should be forgiving when you can.” Guanyin’s face showed a look of pity.

“Zhuang is a monster who is neither human nor literate, and he really does not know the meaning of ‘forgive others when you can’t.’”

The white-haired demon carried a gaping divine axe:
"The Bodhisattva might as well use his own life to teach me how to have so-called compassion."

"If you remain so stubborn and unrepentant, one day you will step into an unpredictable and perilous situation," Guanyin said with a compassionate expression.

"The sea of ​​suffering is boundless, but turning back is the shore." The white-haired demon, transformed into a red-eyed youth, said calmly:
"Does the Bodhisattva want me to win people over with virtue in the future?"

Guanyin carefully examined the white-haired, red-eyed boy and nodded, saying:
“You have a karmic connection with Buddhism. If you lay down your butcher’s knife and devote yourself to cultivation, you will at least attain the status of a Buddha.”

"After hearing what the Bodhisattva said, I have gained some understanding."

Zhuang Buran smiled happily, then swung his axe at Guanyin, his laughter echoing through the heavens.

"Haha, please rest assured, Bodhisattva. I will inscribe the character '德' (virtue) on the axe afterward, and from then on, I will use virtue to axe people!"

In an instant, Guanyin's body shattered into dust, leaving no trace of her body.

The white-haired, red-eyed boy looked up at the sky, when Thousand-Mile Eyes and Wind-Following Ears suddenly screamed in agony, blood flowing from their eyes and ears.

"Jade Emperor, this time I, Zhuang, only want to antagonize Buddha. If you want to provoke me, I will trample the Heavenly Court and shatter the Lingxiao Palace!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the Lingxiao Palace shook violently, knocking many unsuspecting immortals to the ground. The Jade Emperor, sitting at the head of the table, leaned on the table in front of him with a livid face to avoid looking disheveled.

"A monster. A lawless monster."

The Jade Emperor's lips trembled with anger. He felt that even though this person hadn't caused havoc in the Heavenly Palace, he was still more hateful than Sun Wukong, who had.

After the many gods stood up, they all lowered their heads and kept quiet, fearing that the Jade Emperor, who was burning with anger, would order them to lead troops down to the mortal realm to eliminate the demon. That would truly be like lambs to the slaughter, as they had all just witnessed the demon's ferocious power.

From hundreds of thousands of demons to Buddhas and Bodhisattvas, none of them could withstand a single blow from it. Even the renowned Guanyin Bodhisattva was reduced to ashes.

Upon thinking of this, the immortals all shuddered involuntarily, and cold sweat broke out on their foreheads.

At the same time, a great fire broke out in the 800-mile-long Lion Camel Ridge, and in just a few breaths, the former paradise of demons was turned into a white wasteland.

"Not only should we set fires when we kill people, but we should also set fires when we kill demons. Only then will it be truly satisfying!"

The white-haired, red-eyed youth sheathed his axe and headed west. In a short while, in a cave outside of Bhikkhu, he roasted and devoured the white deer monster, the mount of the God of Longevity, and then turned the leopard spirit of the Hidden Mist Mountain's interconnected caves into his meal.

Then, in Qinglongqu, Jinping Prefecture, they ate the Great King Bihan, the Great King Bishu, and the Great King Bichen, and so on until they reached the foot of Lingshan Mountain, finally ending their journey of eating wherever they went.

The entire Lingshan Mountain soars into the sky, its roots connected to the Sumeru Mountains. Clever peaks are arranged on the mountain, strange rocks are scattered everywhere, and precious trees and rare treasures can be seen everywhere. You can vaguely see precious pavilions, towers and palaces.

The white-haired, red-eyed youth strode a hundred feet in a single step, leisurely ascending to the summit of Mount Ling and arriving at the gate of the Great Thunderclap Temple.

There are three gates in front of the Great Thunder Temple. Only by crossing the three gates can one reach the Great Buddha Hall.

At this moment, the four guardians standing at the gate changed color upon seeing the newcomer and roared in unison:

"The demon has arrived!"

After saying that, he turned and fled towards the main hall of the temple without looking back, shouting as he did so.

The white-haired, red-eyed youth raised his eyebrows slightly and arrived at the Mahavira Hall in an instant. He saw the Tathagata sitting high on the golden lotus seat at the head of the hall. In addition to the three Bodhisattvas, Avalokiteshvara, Samantabhadra, and Manjushri, the other five great Bodhisattvas were also present. They were surrounded by the four Vajras, five hundred Arhats, three thousand Jiedi, eleven Mahasattvas, and eighteen Garan, protecting the Tathagata behind them.

"I, Zhuang, have arrived at Mount Ling. You should understand that the calamity has arrived. Now, most of the demons in the Three Realms have disappeared. As the saying goes, there is no Buddha without demons. Without demons, misfortune, or disasters, there will be no burning of incense and worship of Buddha. It is clear that there will be no more times when Buddhism will flourish."

The white-haired, red-eyed youth's face was as calm as a still lake as he spoke in a soft voice:
"Buddha, will you leave on your own, or shall I send you off?"

(End of this chapter)