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Chapter 448 Meeting Again
World Honored One? Me?

Did you make a mistake?

Zhou You pointed to himself, looking utterly astonished.

Do I look like that guy with a head full of bumps?
However, before he could question it, the Ghost Mother Bodhisattva bowed again, then turned around to face the towering golden statue.

His eyes seemed to express emotion, pity, and sympathy, but in the end, it all turned into a soft sigh.

"Namo Bhagavan, have you also become like this?"

The golden body remained silent, its boundless roar echoing across the sky.

Under this sound, a carpet of fungus spread across the ground, and flowers bloomed in profusion. This time, it wasn't just Beijing; it seemed as if the whole world was undergoing a transformation!
The Ghost Mother Bodhisattva clasped her hands together and sighed.

"Since that's the case, then I won't say any more. I only hope that in this little bit of time, you can truly find relief. That will be enough."

Having said that, He said no more, but sat cross-legged and began to chant scriptures.

Along with her words, the Buddha's light throughout the sky began to reverse, reflecting onto the golden remains of the Water Buddha—

Strangely enough, despite the festering sores and abscesses all over his body, when the Buddha's light shone on him, those festering wounds began to heal rapidly. The proliferating vines and deformities turned to ashes in the blink of an eye, and were replaced by pure white lotus flowers.

however.

The golden statue of Buddha seemed to be enduring some immense pain, roaring one after another, sweeping across Beijing like a tidal wave.

finally.
The consequence was that the sky collapsed and the earth caved in!

"Fuck your mother! Has this bastard gone mad?! Why did he suddenly hit so hard?!"

Old Li managed to hold onto the pillar beside him with all his might, which prevented him from being thrown off. However, when he turned around and looked around, he immediately began to complain incessantly.

—Under the roar, the surroundings were like a typhoon passing through, even the newly summoned ghost soldiers were blown to pieces, and the encirclement and killing force that had been formed with great difficulty collapsed.

Fortunately, these things lacked intelligence and their attacks were indiscriminate. The palace was struggling in the storm and could hardly attend to them.

Otherwise, these people would probably have been wiped out long ago!

Looking at the scene of the battle between immortals and Buddhas in the sky, Old Man Li uttered the first sincere prayer since birth.

"May God, Buddha, and Taoist deities bless us! Please hurry, or we really won't be able to hold on here!"

Within the Buddhist realm.

The monk's body was reduced to less than one-fifth of its original size, and now, like a candle about to burn out, he was bidding a final farewell to Zhou You.

"With the power of this Buddhist treasure and the help of the Bodhisattva, this humble monk can temporarily contend with that golden body, but the rest must be entrusted to you, benefactor. The lives of countless people in this Han land now rest entirely in your hands. I hope..."

Before he could finish speaking, Zhou You waved his hand with a smile.

"Don't worry, I've been through this more than once, it's always the same, and I've always been able to solve it."

The monk was silent for a few seconds, then gave a bitter smile.

"Indeed, this humble monk has been rude. I will leave it to you, benefactor."

"Hmm." Zhou You casually squeezed out a sound through his nose, but before turning around, he seemed to remember something and asked again.

“Monk, I have something I want to ask you—what is your status in this place? An Arhat, a Bodhisattva, or a Buddha?”

The monk simply smiled and bowed.

"The past is all gone, and now even this paradise is in ruins, so..."

"Please just consider me a welcoming monk."

Zhou You said nothing more, but waved his hand and walked towards the edge of the mountain peak, then...
Jump down!

The scenery was relived once more, from the sacred mountain to the human world, from the human world to the underworld, from the underworld to the netherworld, and finally emerging from the netherworld, falling into a desolate world devoid of any living beings.

The talisman on his body suddenly took effect, slowing his fall. Zhou You finally touched the ground with his toes and landed steadily.

Looking around, the scenery remained the same, only the mountain-like Buddha had vanished—outside, the Demon Mother Bodhisattva and the monk were desperately trying to hold him back, hoping to buy Zhou You this brief opening—

however.

Time is still running out.

After all, this is the Dharma realm He created; if any foreign object enters, it will be detected very quickly—and this is the most crucial part of the plan, so...
We need to hurry!
Zhou You looked up and searched for a while before finally spotting some ripples like water in an inconspicuous place.

Without any hesitation, he immediately stepped onto the rocks and shot forward like an arrow, covering a distance of over a hundred meters in the blink of an eye.

—Honestly, he had never felt this good since entering the instance.

Not only has his swordsmanship improved, but Shi Dakai has now given him all his strength, and the monk has also enhanced his abilities with all his cultivation.
To put it simply, in terms of cultivation alone, he has far surpassed himself and even reached the level of those grandmasters!
Yellow sand swirled in the air, and above the empty sky, one could faintly hear a furious roar.

Admittedly, there was no intelligence in that golden remains, but that does not mean it lacked the instincts it had before being corrupted.

at least.

He now knows that he has fallen into a trap and has begun to prepare to return!

Zhou You wasn't too nervous.

Or rather, at this point, being nervous is pointless.

His mood gradually calmed down, but his figure became increasingly focused.

—I vaguely remember that when I first joined the Yunjing Sect, Daoist Xuanyuan said a few words to me.

“We swordsmen don’t need to think so much. It’s just about swinging the sword, slashing, swinging the sword again, slashing again, and cutting down anyone who tries to stop us. Anyway, I don’t know what others are thinking, but that’s how your uncle has always done it.”

indeed.

That's not wrong in a way.

However.
Just cut them all down.
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The journey of dozens of miles passed in the blink of an eye. When he looked again, Zhou You had already arrived at the place where the water rippled.

Strangely enough, there is nothing in this Dharma Realm, yet here there is a reflection that looks like ripples on water.

Shi Dakai's instructions came back to mind.

"Brother Zhou, please note that since the golden body of the Water Heaven Buddha can exist in this world, it must have a sacrificial hall. Brother, you must sneak into that hall while the Water Heaven Buddha is being lured out."

"—Steal a base? And then do I need to smash that place up?"

"Given the current situation, even if we smash it, it won't make a difference. As long as this endless black snow continues, the Water Heaven Buddha will eventually find a place to reincarnate. So..."

The thoughts of the past only lingered for a few seconds before dissipating. Zhou You took a deep breath, raised the Broken Evil Sword, and then slashed at the shimmering light with all his might!
The undulating momentum ceased, and countless cracks seemed to appear in the air, yet even so, the scenery remained intact—

"It's really sturdy, but it's alright."

The sword was withdrawn, but before the thing could be repaired, another hand had already pulled Wan Ren from his waist and slashed down again!

This time, the accumulated damage was finally enough.

With a barely perceptible cracking sound, a large hole suddenly appeared before him. Without any hesitation, Zhou You immediately crawled inside.

And so it was.

A temple came into view.

As if appearing out of thin air, there was nothing there before, but when you stepped into it, a building suddenly appeared in front of you.

Moreover, it is an exceptionally bizarre building.

At first glance, this temple is no different from those in the mortal world, with vermilion pillars and temple gates, blue brick walls, glazed tile eaves, and towering pagodas.
But a closer look will immediately reveal the anomaly.

The gate was painted with human blood and organs. It was unclear how it was done, but even when exposed to the air, it did not rot. Every inch of it was so brightly colored that it was almost blinding. The outer wall was made by pressing flesh together and then piling it up inch by inch. Occasionally, you could see something that looked like eyes in it, but after looking around for a few seconds, you would be startled and quickly dart back inside.

As for those pagodas
Needless to say, this goes without saying.

The remaining shaved bones were all placed here, each shrunk dozens of times—formerly grotesque and terrifying, yet arranged to resemble a pilgrimage scene from Buddhist scriptures.
Some bowed their heads in worship, some prostrated themselves on the ground, and some kowtowed with each step. Not far away, there was the Western Paradise, where Arhats, Bodhisattvas, and Buddhas stood on both sides, all in compassionate poses, guiding believers onto the path of transcendence.

Birth and death, piety and madness—all these contradictory elements converge here, creating an exceptionally bizarre scene.

Then, suddenly, the resounding notes of a great bell rang out.

In an instant, Zhou You arrived at Lingshan again.

It's just different from what I was saying before, and even from what Buddha thought.

This time, what he saw was the scene after Mount Ling was completely destroyed.

—Everything that was meant to die is dead, and everything that was meant to be contaminated is contaminated.

Colonies have covered every corner. Mushrooms, spores, and even other things are growing rampantly on the bodies of the gods and Buddhas. Mosquitoes and flies fill the sky, sewage flows on the ground, and rats stand up, walk on both legs into the Buddha hall, sit on the lotus platform in the manner of the Buddha, and then put their hands together and begin a strange chant.

"In my present world, I shall be born of filth and live on decay. All the diseases, defilements, and sins of the heavens shall be gathered here. From this day forward, the world shall be divided into four directions, with the Western Paradise as one realm, honored as its master. In the future, Buddha will personally enter its land, obtain its teachings, and transmit them to all worlds!"

—Another illusion?
Zhou You suddenly realized this, then immediately gripped his sword in reverse and used the Severing Evil Technique to cut open his own arm. Blood Fiend erupted suddenly, tearing everything apart in the blink of an eye.

But even in this brief period of time, consciousness remained completely clouded.

He staggered a few steps, and finally managed to touch a wall. He leaned against it, his brows furrowed.

Although there was no prompt now, he felt that after what had just happened, his rationality had definitely plummeted.

But what exactly is that thing?
He knew the eternal future, which was the title of Shakyamuni after he was corrupted by demons, but judging from the chanting, he seemed to no longer be in this world—but what was that title of his?
Zhou You tried to concentrate and recall the name—but for some reason, even though he had just heard it with his own ears, the name was now like a fog, impossible to find completely.

Even more seriously, the deeper Zhou You investigated, the more he could sense a pair of eyes peering down from the void.

Unlike the sealed Heavenly Demon, this thing is a different kind of being.
No, it's even above it!

Just then, the malevolent energy within the Broken Evil erupted again on its own, finally pulling my consciousness back from my wild thoughts.

"Just now... no, I can't think about that."

Suppressing all thoughts of investigation, Zhou You shook his head vigorously, then took a deep breath, picked up Duanxie, and walked into the hall.

after all
These things are still up in the air; there are more pressing matters to attend to right now.

Although temple sites vary greatly in appearance, their structures are actually quite similar.

The hall with three gates for welcoming guests, the lecture hall for preaching, the ancestral hall for enshrining the patriarchs of various schools, and the monks' quarters.
All of them are in similar positions, but the locations are mostly fixed.

Zhou You's purpose this time was naturally to visit the core building of the temple, which is also where the monks practice their daily rituals.

Mahavira Hall.

Generally speaking, this place is dedicated to Shakyamuni Buddha, but here, the Buddha's golden body has been forcibly torn off and shattered into pieces on the ground, replaced by a shapeless, pitch-black mass.

But in front of the stage.

Actually, there were already people waiting here.

The two guards appeared to be personal guards of the Qing court, but their bodies were now covered in various growths, making their original forms completely unrecognizable.

Behind them was a writhing mass of flesh that looked somewhat similar to Yu Sanzhi from back then, with many faces slowly rising and falling on it—Zhou You recognized a few familiar faces among them.

But the most crucial thing is...
With a casual wave of Duan Xie, the person finally broke free from the shadows and revealed a pale smile.

"I have to say, you're really tough on the gut. You're still alive even after all this?"

"I'm saying, isn't that right?"

"Horn, kid?"

(End of this chapter)