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Chapter 535 Trap
In an instant, everyone looked up.

But nothing was visible.

Between the valleys, only swirling clouds and mist remained, but no enemy appeared.

—What exactly is coming?
Several straightforward people turned their heads to look at the old monk, seemingly wanting to ask him something, but soon someone spoke up.

"Wait, the sounds of birds and insects chirping in the mountains and forests...where did they go?"

Although the speaker reacted quickly, he still didn't finish his sentence.

—And that's not all.

It includes not only the sounds of insects and birds, but also noises such as the wind.

They all vanished without a trace.

This scene was exactly the same as the one Zhou You encountered when he was being married off to bring good luck.

—But the problem is, none of these guys knew?

Seemingly sensing Zhou You's question, the old monk Hongyi moved his lips, though no words were uttered, his voice already echoed in Zhou You's mind.

"Silence is a rather rare and mysterious phenomenon. It has appeared only a handful of times in the past hundred years, and each time it appears, very few survivors can make it out. In addition, the temple deliberately misled and concealed it, so it is normal for these rogue cultivators not to know."

Zhou You nodded slightly, then replied in a voice squeezed out between his teeth.

"Abbot, what are your plans after this?"

"Please rest assured, benefactor, it is still our work until now."

After saying this, the old monk Hongyi ignored Zhou You and instead winked at Faxian beside him.

As if given a command, all the monks knelt on the ground and began chanting sutras.

"Thus have I heard: At one time the Buddha was in Rajagaha, on Mount Gijjhakuta, together with a great assembly of twelve thousand monks. All of them were great saints, whose supernatural powers had been attained. Their names were: Venerable Kaundinya, Venerable Sariputra, Venerable Maudgalyayana, Venerable Kasyapa, Venerable Ananda, and so on, who were the leaders; there were also Samantabhadra Bodhisattva, Manjushri Bodhisattva, Maitreya Bodhisattva, and all the Bodhisattvas of the Bhadrakalpa, who all came to the assembly."

—It is not some supernatural scripture, but merely the most basic Amitabha Sutra.

In just that short time, the erosion of silence had become increasingly severe. This time, not only were the sounds from the outside world silenced, but even the words spoken by mouths were erased. Even if the evil cultivators opened their mouths wide and shouted with all their might, they could not make a sound.

In this valley, only the monks remained unaffected, still devoutly chanting scriptures.

But this action also seemed to anger the unseen enemy.

Soon, a bald head suddenly and abruptly swelled up.

Judging from his expression, he must have been in extreme pain, but before he could make any struggle, his head burst like a balloon—without making a sound.

Seeing the blood and brains scattered on the ground, Zhou You frowned and gripped the hilt of his sword—but then, the old monk Hongyi grabbed his sleeve and shook his head.

The next moment, another head exploded.

However, the monks seemed oblivious, sitting calmly on the ground, with only the chanting continuing.

"The Tathagata's subtle and dignified form is unmatched in the entire world; his immeasurable light illuminates the ten directions, eclipsing the sun, moon, and fire; the World-Honored One can expound a single sound, which all sentient beings understand according to their kind; he can also manifest a wondrous body, enabling all sentient beings to see him according to their kind."

This is not obstruction, but blatant provocation.

Silence finally erupted in anger.

Just like what I saw in the barn before, the heads of more than a dozen monks were all turned upside down, their necks twisted like pretzel ropes, their bodies still but their faces all facing backward.

Even so, their chanting continued unabated.

"I have established a transcendent ambition, and I will surely reach the supreme path. I vow not to attain enlightenment until this aspiration is fulfilled."

As mentioned before, although Hanshan Temple has gathered many lay Buddhists, Zhenlun Temple is only a small temple in terms of size. This round of events has been a heavy loss for them.

Who wants to.

The old monk Hongyi's expression didn't even waver. He gave another wink, and this time, four old men with gray hair, who looked to be at least eighty or ninety years old, stepped forward from among the monks.

During my recent stroll around the temple, I met them and learned that they were elders of Hanshan Temple, whose seniority was even higher than that of Hongyi. They were the kind of treasures that were only used when there was a crisis of annihilation.

Zhou You estimated that before liberation, he would have had a hard time killing one of them, and after liberation, he could probably take on two at once, but he would have to pay a considerable price.

After all, this is a script with extremely high pollution levels, and its difficulty is incomparable to those of the past.

Who would have thought?

Those monks, who were the most treasured members of their sect, actually pulled out a monk's knife from their robes and held it to their own necks.

then.

He actually chopped off his own head!
After the sacrifice of the first dozen or so people, a trickle of blood had flowed into the ground. The four headless monks threw their heads into it before collapsing to the ground.

instant.

A familiar, dazzling light suddenly erupted.

Judging from the halo alone, this is at least at the level of a Bodhisattva!

At this moment, the old monk Hongyi finally sat down cross-legged and began chanting sutras.

"Today, I will use this body to perform supreme deeds, to build a great bridge across the sea of ​​birth and death. Furthermore, if I relinquish this body, I will relinquish countless boils, carbuncles, rashes, and hundreds of thousands of fears."

The one he read was different from all the ones before.

It is the "Chapter on Self-Sacrifice".

Silence seemed to sense something was wrong, and the clouds churned more violently, as if it wanted to retreat from this obviously trap-filled place.

At this moment, Faxian, who was standing nearby, suddenly spoke up.

"Benefactor, do you know what preparations are needed to trap something formless and intangible?"

What?
Zhou You was surprised that this person would actually speak to him, and he looked somewhat puzzled.

But right now.

He suddenly felt a jolt beside him.

earthquake?
--wrong!
Zhou You suddenly looked up and gazed at the sky.

Between the valleys, rocks began to tumble down in all directions, as if the sky were collapsing and the earth were sinking. Several people were caught off guard and were instantly smashed into a bloody mess.

But Faxian's words continued.

"It's very simple in theory; it's just about figuring out a shape and then stuffing it in."

Zhou You ignored it.

Now, his field of vision is completely occupied by mountains.

The boulders collapsed, and the mountains and forests were flattened by immense power, replaced by towering Buddha sculptures.

Those are the seventeen Arhats enshrined in front of the temple. Each one is tens of meters tall and is exquisitely carved, almost like a masterpiece. You can even see the brilliance in their eyes and eyebrows.

Countless golden Sanskrit characters swirled around it—the accumulation of all the faith and aspirations of the temple, the blossoming of countless merits, which at this moment had almost materialized.

Faxian clasped his hands together and spoke softly in a chanting tone.

"—And this is what our temple has truly accomplished over the past hundred years."

"Prepare."

(End of this chapter)