All Heavens: From Joy of Life to The Great Feng Night Watchman

A small, exquisite, dark gold pagoda emerged from his arms and hovered above his head.

A Buddha statue with a smile and holding a flower appears at the top of the tower, with a halo symbolizing wisdom behind its head.

"The Floating Pagoda!"

The Arhat of Du'e sensed this Buddhist treasure, looked over, and frowned slightly.

Li Chang'an shouted:

"Du'e Luohan, this demoness leads demon soldiers to slaughter Buddhist disciples and attack Buddhist cities. She is always thinking about restoring the country."

"If she doesn't die, the Southern Frontier will never be at peace. If she doesn't die, the demon race will never be satisfied. Quickly, kill her!"

At the top of the pagoda, the image of the Great Wisdom Buddha has its halo reversed behind its head.

After hearing these words, Du'e Luohan felt as if he had been enlightened. His anger towards the Nine-Tailed Celestial Fox reached its peak, and he regarded her as a major threat to the demon race and an enemy he would kill at all costs.

The halo of wisdom behind his head shone with unprecedented brilliance. He leaped out of the formation without hesitation and engaged in fierce combat with the Nine-Tailed Celestial Fox.

At this moment, the Divine Sword of the Nation descended from the heavens, its sword light dazzling, carrying the power to annihilate everything. It cleaved through the formation, which had lost its second-rank Arhat presiding and now only had one hundred and eight Zen masters remaining, from bottom to top.

The golden light covering the Zen masters' bodies dissipated, turning into light dust that scattered in all directions.

One hundred and eight Zen masters fell like rain.

The formation is broken!

On a section of the city wall.

Night Princess slaughtered all the guards and warrior monks around her, her claws stained with blood.

Realizing the formation had been broken, she turned around abruptly and saw Li Chang'an standing in mid-air with his sword in hand.

"Humph!"

A cold snort came from beside her. Kiyohime, holding a green sword, looked at Yoru with disdain and said:

"You broke the promise between sisters and fell in love with a human man without permission."

Ye Ji smiled gently: "An agreement? Do you have a written agreement?"

"I've fallen in love with a human man, so what? Are you jealous? Jealous that my man is a great hero?"

Kiyohime looked at her proud and self-satisfied face and spat.

"This lecherous scoundrel who falls in love with every girl he sees, does he even deserve my jealousy?"

Both of them had their faces veiled, and their foxy eyes were almost identical.

They all have curvaceous figures and different temperaments, but they are all outstanding beauties.

Night Princess laughed.

She wouldn't tell this woman who loved to cook that chicken essence was invented by Li Chang'an with Chu Caiwei's help.

On the other side, the Nine-Tailed Celestial Fox floated into the air, its silver hair stained with sticky blood, one fox ear drooping, looking extremely disheveled.

The nine fox tails swept, slashed, or coiled, instantly killing the falling Zen masters.

"You filthy man!" she whispered through gritted teeth.

Li Chang'an smiled and transmitted his voice: "Nine-Tailed Fox is not bad, it actually withstood the attack of a second-grade Arhat."

The Arhat Du'e sat cross-legged in the void, looking compassionately at the deceased Zen master, and softly chanted the Buddha's name:

"Please, Bodhisattva, intervene and save the lives of my Buddhist disciples."

As soon as he finished speaking, he crushed a rosary bead hanging around his neck.

Golden light, like fireflies, lingered in the air and coalesced into the image of a young monk wearing a red and yellow robe. He appeared to be under the age of 18, with a youthful face.

His gaze was compassionate and merciful, as if he loved everything in the world.

"Amitabha!"

The young monk clasped his hands together, bowed his head, and chanted Buddhist mantras.

A massive Buddhist artifact materialized behind him; it was a wheel cast in gold.

The swastika is engraved in the center of the roulette wheel, and the characters “Heaven, Man, Asura, Animal, Hungry Ghost, Hell” are engraved on the edge.

The wheel is enormous, like a waterwheel, cast in gold, and exudes a heavy metallic feel.

The roulette wheel spins slowly.

A scene that defied common sense unfolded: the 108 Zen masters who had just been killed by the nine celestial foxes opened their eyes and sat up in a daze.

On the city walls and below, the corpses that had been lying there sat up, looking around blankly.

These people and demons who had died in battle have all been resurrected.

The resurrected beings do not include the dead whose souls were scattered.

"The Dharma Image of the Great Cycle of Reincarnation"

Li Chang'an heard the Nine-Tailed Celestial Fox speak in a solemn tone.

The golden wheel slowly turned, and one by one the dead came back to life, their eyes blank as they observed themselves and their surroundings.

"I...I'm dead, aren't I?"

"A hallucination? It doesn't seem so."

"What happened? Venerable Asura and that demon king are dead? Who killed them? Was it the Nine-Tailed Celestial Fox?"

The Nine-Tailed Celestial Fox transmitted its voice, "The Great Reincarnation Dharma Form has two great abilities, and what you saw is one of them."

Secondly, it allows people to experience a cycle of reincarnation in a short period of time. Asura was killed by my mother back then.

It was Guangxian who helped him reincarnate and cultivate again, thus saving his life.

Li Chang'an nodded. "It seems that only Guangxian's clone has come."

The nine-tailed celestial fox hummed in agreement, the two of them understanding each other without saying a word.

The Bodhisattva Guangxian gazed with compassion upon the corpses and heads of the Bear King and Asura.

It was a "no man's land" where anyone who approached collapsed and fell into a deep sleep.

"Still not awake?" Bodhisattva Guangxian said calmly.

The roulette wheel spun with a "click," projecting a beam of light that shone on the "skeletons" of Asura and the Bear King.

The two bodies stood up, cupped their heads and pressed them against their necks. As the flesh writhed, their necks healed.

The Bodhisattva Guangxian clasped his hands together, his eyes filled with compassion.

"Amitabha Buddha, five hundred years ago, that battle caused immense suffering and death."

Whether from the Western Regions or the demon race, countless lives have been lost. Why should you, benefactor, launch another reckless attack?

The Nine-Tailed Celestial Fox smiled charmingly: "Bodhisattva Guangxian is right. Why don't we return the Ten Thousand Mountains to Buddhism and withdraw from the Southern Frontier? Then there will be no more suffering."

Unexpectedly, the Bodhisattva Guangxian nodded: "I can make the decision to return half of the territory of the Ten Thousand Mountains."

With Mount Wanyao as the boundary, the demon race resides in the east, and the Buddhist sect in the west.

He paused, then added, "This is the greatest concession that Buddhism can make. I can swear an oath to Heaven that I will never go back on my word."

The area east of Mount Wanyao is vast enough to accommodate the current demon race.

His words seemed to possess a persuasive power, and the surrounding demons showed signs of interest after hearing them.

They found the suggestion of the Bodhisattva Guangxian to be excellent, as it would not only prevent their people from dying in battle, but also provide them with a sufficiently vast and fertile land to live on.

"No!" The Bear King shook his head and said slowly, "I... will not accept this."

The Bodhisattva Guangxian, depicted as a young monk, has a peaceful face and a gentle voice.

"What insightful opinion do you have, benefactor?" The Bear King grunted twice, his tone slow and deliberate.

"I'm going to make a difficult request."

"There are too few bamboos in the north, I don't like them. I also want the three thousand acres of bamboo forest in the southwest."

"If your Buddhist sect is willing to cede such a precious land, then I will believe in your sincerity."

Bodhisattva Guangxian nodded: "Approved!"

The bear king's beady eyes widened in disbelief; how could Buddhism agree to such an outrageous request?

They're willing to give up such a valuable piece of land—three thousand acres of bamboo forest—that really shows their sincerity.

Li Chang'an sneered.

The Bodhisattva Guangxian's move was intended to stabilize the demon race so that he could divert troops to conquer the Central Plains and help the rebels in Yunzhou overthrow the Great Feng.

By merely relinquishing the territory east of Wan Yao Mountain, the Buddhist sect still occupies the most precious land in the Hundred Thousand Mountains of Southern Xinjiang, and its fortune remains undiminished.

It's equivalent to maximizing benefits at the lowest cost.

However, he was not worried that the Nine-Tailed Celestial Fox would compromise. If she were so easily "recruited," she would not have endured for five hundred years.

The nine-tailed celestial fox smiled and said:

"They seized our homes, slaughtered our people, and used our demon clan's territory to give us alms. Does the Buddhist sect consider our Southern Demon lineage as beggars?"

A smile played on his lips, but there was no smile in his eyes.