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Chapter 447 Purification

"Is it... dawn?"

A soldier looked up at the light in the sky and muttered to himself.

To be precise, his description was actually inaccurate.

The sky remained overcast, with countless beams of light piercing the darkness and illuminating the ravaged land.

Those evil spirits also witnessed this scene.

Unlike the soldiers, however, the moment they were bathed in this radiant light, they seemed to suffer some great pain, howling and roaring, trying to hide in the shadows where the light did not reach.

Otherwise.

The disturbances surrounding Beijing were ultimately too dense.

They were so densely packed, and with their servants and playthings, it was hard to find a place to stand.

Under this golden light, sharp as a sword, many things had no way to escape and could only wail as they were bathed in it.

However, that's all we can see.

As if ignited, the exposed skin burst into flames, golden flames appearing out of thin air. In the blink of an eye, the exterior, internal organs, and even bones began to burn together, eventually turning into specks of ashes!

Through the clouds and the light, the remaining soldiers saw a figure sitting high on a lotus platform in the sky, under the blazing sun. One finger pointed to the sky and the other to the earth, and the light shone brightly. In the blink of an eye, countless monsters were completely annihilated by this power!
His appearance was just like that of the legendary Buddha.

In a daze, a soldier suddenly knelt down on the ground.

"Buddha, please protect me!"

Like a contagious disease, more and more soldiers began to shout fervently.

"Bless the Buddha!"

Seeing that morale had been restored, Yuan Chengwen raised his tattered sword, used the last amplifying talisman, and shouted.

"The Buddha has descended to earth and will descend upon the body of the Alliance Leader to personally slay the Demon Queen. All of you, heed my command and hold out until the very last moment. Victory!"

He swung his sword, aiming straight for the distant city of Beijing.

"It will eventually belong to us!"

the other side,
Old Li saw things more clearly.

Through the golden exterior, he only saw a face scratching its head and cheeks, showing no sign of authority whatsoever.

"This kid is really something else. This borrowed Dharma body is at least at the level of a Bodhisattva, right? I wonder what kind of rumors will spread about him after this battle."

Old Li pursed his lips, but despite his words, he didn't stop working.

"The sky is clear, the earth is dark, the gates of Fengdu City open to the Big Dipper! Ten thousand souls beneath Iron Mountain, arrayed in the Blood Lake Pool—I obey the decree of the Northern Yin Emperor, three sticks of incense reach the nine realms!"

Long banners waved, but this time the lyrics sung were not for any funeral or mourning occasions.

Or rather, this is almost a Taoist method for summoning ghosts and controlling spirits!
As the banner fluttered, a gate to hell opened, and countless demons and monsters struggled to crawl out, with two familiar figures leading the way.

—The two underworld messengers summoned when dealing with that big cauldron.

This time, Old Man Li no longer fawned over him. Instead, he pointed out two paper figures, one to scatter paper money and the other to sprinkle talisman water. Under the cover of the Buddha's light in the sky, he stepped out in a ritualistic manner and began to recite the names of the roster.

"In Dongyue Prefecture, we search for names of fallen soldiers; on the Book of Knives, we mark the dead! Zhang, Wang, Li, Zhao, and all the ghost soldiers, in life, were all loyal and valiant—their left arms were tattooed for command, and their right wrists were branded to distinguish their rank. Today, we show mercy and release you; follow our banners to punish injustice!"

The two underworld messengers glanced at them coldly but said nothing. Yin energy churned around them, as if reshaping their bodies.

Just a wink.

Two animal heads then emerged from it.

Those are Ox-Head and Horse-Face.

By this point in the song, Old Man Li's face was paler than paper, and he seemed to be running out of energy, but he still gritted his teeth and continued the ceremony.

He took a black chicken from the paper figure, which was clucking incoherently. With one hand, he twisted its head off. Then, he took out a jar of tribute wine that he had taken from the Hall of Supreme Harmony, and pinched the chicken's neck, letting the blood spill into it.

"Ox-Head and Horse-Face guide the way! At the second watch, cross the River Styx, Yakshas row the boat, do not stop us! At the third watch, break through the yang barrier, Corpse Dogs lie in wait, ready to obey commands—Iron chains cross the river to capture evil spirits, yin winds sweep away the demons!"

Finally, he coughed up a mouthful of blood.

The gate to the underworld swayed for a long time before finally closing helplessly—this time, only a few hundred ghost soldiers were summoned, which was not many and could only barely withstand the onslaught of flesh and blood.

If Old Man Li were to risk his life, he might be able to finish singing, but now...
He looked up at the sky and murmured to himself.

"Two more sections to go. My apprentice, I've placed all my hopes on you, so don't let this old man down."

Zhou You certainly wouldn't disappoint him.

The monks had taken over everything outside, and he himself seemed to be completely immersed in a novel experience.

Countless prayers were transmitted to that Dharma body, and through the transformation of the Dharma body, they gathered into his body.

It's a very strange feeling.

Unlike the feeling of sitting high on a cloud platform and looking down on all living beings before, this time it feels more like seeing one's true nature and understanding oneself.

To be more precise, it's like a furnace, bringing everything together and ultimately forging it out.

'Refine'.

Ultimately, it all boils down to this one word.

—I vaguely remember someone calling it a general store before.

This does indeed mean that he has a wide variety of methods for dealing with enemies, which can be overwhelming, but it also means that he is a jack-of-all-trades but master of none, and has never really mastered anything.

So, what am I best at all along this journey?
Zhou You thought about it, and then brought up Duan Xie.

It is naturally a sword.

From the moment I witnessed the magnificence of the Xuan Yuan True Man, I became infatuated with and obsessed with the sword.

The questioning fell silent from that point on.

Zhou You was bored out of his mind, so he simply started to write the Duanxie stroke by stroke.

Starting with the exquisite sword techniques of the Sumeru Sword Technique, then moving on to the unstoppable spirit I once saw in Xuan Yuan, and even later, incorporating the spear techniques of the early leaders and Horn.

The sword was getting faster and faster, but Zhou You was also wielding it more and more awkwardly.

These things all came from others, and although they can all be described as superb and exquisite, among them...
Do you have your own gadgets?
Zhou You thought about it for a moment and then decided to stop.

When the sword is drawn again, it is already the most basic sword move.

A slash and a cut are basic sword techniques, which even beginners can perform with some skill. However, Zhou You's movements were much smoother this time. Starting from the very basics, the sword was no longer moved by anyone.

If the strike is made before the other party can utter a sound, then what need is there for words?
—The Sanskrit syllable 'Om' of the death curse was thrown into the furnace.

If the sword is so fast that the opponent's five senses cannot react in time, then why bother to deprive them of their senses?
—The next thing to be invested in is the "ma" principle.

If you master a technique to its fullest extent, what need is there for anything else to assist you?

—The little talent I once possessed was thrown into the fire, tempered and fused with the rest.

After an unknown amount of time, everything that needed to be thrown in had been thrown in, yet Zhou You continued practicing his swordplay.

—Speaking of which
If you already know the outcome, why follow in the footsteps of others?
Finally, what he threw in was the Sumeru Sword Technique, which had accompanied him through several scripts and was now nearly perfected.

There was no regret, no attempt to hold on, not even a glimmer of hope.

This is not about abandoning, but about integrating and mastering the concepts, taking that final step.

After this item was thrown in, the fire in the stove finally stopped.

But in the blink of an eye, as if by explosion, raging flames shot into the sky, instantly engulfing Zhou You—

But in the end, it was just an illusion.

At that moment, the final sword strike was unleashed. Smooth and unobstructed, it met no further resistance.

I seem to have heard someone say before that people in this world divide cultivators into nine ranks, and above the nine ranks is the innate one.

At this moment, at least in the realm of 'sword,' Zhou You has already touched upon a corner of the innate realm.

In this world of martial arts, he can be considered one of the best!

In the blink of an eye, the scenery was shattered once again.

When Zhou You opened his eyes, he still saw the Buddha's radiant light and the monk who was almost completely burned away.

"Amitabha Buddha, have you attained enlightenment, benefactor?"

Zhou You paused for a moment, then cupped his hands and smiled.

"Thank you for your help, Master. Although I have not yet attained enlightenment, I have at least become much more clear-headed."

The monk casually waved his hand—if those two wax stick-like things could even be considered hands.

"No, no, no, this humble monk did nothing; it was all due to your wisdom."

Zhou You shook his head, but didn't bother with any more pleasantries, instead turning his gaze away.

—The present world.

Under the cover of Buddha's light, the revolutionary army reversed its decline and began to advance rapidly into the city, while the Ninth Rank's decapitation squad also unleashed its last potential, barely managing to stop the Blood Palace and the insects outside.

The situation seemed quite good, but both Zhou You and the monk had solemn expressions.

"If this continues, the other party won't be able to hold back any longer, right?"

“The golden body of the Water Heaven Buddha can endure it, but the Yehenara benefactor, or rather her obsession, certainly cannot.”

The words had barely left his mouth.

Within the Hall of Supreme Harmony, a beam of golden light shot into the sky!

However, this golden light was filled with a bloody and insane meaning.

The illusory image of the Water-Sky Buddha was born from flesh and blood; the Buddha's head remained hidden among the clouds, but the body, covered in tumors, growths, and cysts, was still enormous.

then.

He simply pointed casually.

The earth seemed to have been split open into a huge chasm, from which countless fungi spread rapidly. Beijing was as if it had become a giant fungal carpet, and it was still spreading outward at a rapid pace!

The previously retreating evil spirits seemed to have been injected with chicken blood, and all sorts of strange and inexplicable things spread across their bodies. Their wounds healed in an instant, and a string of spores fluttered in the wind on them. Their already terrifying bodies became even more bizarre—as far as the eye could see, limbs and colonies coexisted, and plants and pollution coexisted!
In a blink of an eye.

The situation, which had been improving, has reversed again!

Looking at the scenery below, Zhou You nodded to the monk.

The monk understood perfectly and, in Zhou You's place, used his remaining, frail body to sit on the lotus platform.

Zhou You then took out the Buddha relic, casually pinched it, and turned it into incense.

How similar the situation is!

Back then, an old monk sat upright on a lotus throne, while I, facing indescribable gods and Buddhas, could only risk my life to escape.

But now.

At the very least, I have gained some control over my own destiny.

A tiny spark was used to light the incense.

Amidst the swirling smoke, this object also made its judgment.

Situation, crisis.

The actual gap is enormous.

The possibility of a direct confrontation is almost nonexistent.

so
What they'll bring out is already predictable.

Just amidst the dark clouds, the sky tore open once more, revealing towering waves of blood and wailing cries echoing across the land.

Soon, a skinless hand emerged from it, its veins and fat exposed, followed by the body and then the head.
As a terrifying object emerged, a sea of ​​blood meandered down from it, with countless souls floating and sinking within, and countless mournful voices shouting together, ultimately converging into a single name.

"Auspicious and tranquil"

"Auspicious and tranquil"

"Auspicious and Tranquil Demon Mother".

"Auspicious and Tranquil Ghost Mother Bodhisattva!"

The Ghost Mother Bodhisattva roared, but instead of looking for the Water Heaven Buddha, she suddenly turned her head and looked at Zhou You in the sky.

He had been tricked twice, and this hatred and resentment even surpassed the constraints of the Black Book!

The blood curse is uttered, and the six-syllable mantra is about to sweep across—

just.

At this crucial moment.

On the lotus platform, the monk suddenly put his hands together and began to chant.

“Since I attained Buddhahood, I have gone through countless eons, hundreds of millions of years, and countless eons of teachings, leading countless beings to the path of Buddhahood.”

It is not a particularly profound or mysterious scripture, nor is it imbued with any earth-shattering power; it is simply an ordinary Lotus Sutra.

however.

The moment the scripture was recited, the ferocious and terrifying expression on the face of the Auspicious and Tranquil Ghost Mother Bodhisattva suddenly ceased.

He raised his blood-soaked face and looked toward where the Buddha's light was shining—suddenly, large tears streamed down his face, and his lips trembled as if he wanted to say something.

But in the end, He could only utter a single, mournful cry.

"Amitabha."

next moment.

The flow of blood stopped abruptly and instead reversed direction towards the Ghost Mother's body. The souls stopped howling and were absorbed into her body, thus transcending the world.

same.

On the naked body, the skin was growing rapidly, covering the constantly writhing fat and muscles. Then, the Buddha's light spread, and layers of pure white robes were draped over it.

Upon closer inspection, only a solemn and dignified Bodhisattva stood in mid-air.

Zhou You looked at the face and found it very familiar. He was about to utter a name he guessed when he was interrupted.

"Thank you very much, Your Excellency, for freeing me from madness. This is a rare moment of clarity, but this clarity can only last for a short time. Please issue the decree immediately."

The imperial decree, is it referring to me?
This was the first time Zhou You hadn't been summoned by an AOE attack, and the first time he'd been treated so kindly. He looked back at the monk with a somewhat bewildered expression.

The monk smiled and extended a hand, making a 'please' gesture.

"Alright then. I know you're quite a bit weaker than the Water Heaven Buddha, but that guy is just a mindless golden body right now. Can you hold him off for a while?"

The Bodhisattva clasped his hands together and sighed softly.

"I will obey."

"The Buddha's decree!"

(End of this chapter)