Two Realms High Martial Arts: Gathering the Heavens to Become a Great Luo Immortal

Chapter 435 Buddha and Demon Join Forces?

Inside a secluded meditation room in a side hall of the Great Buddha Hall at Shaolin Temple.

The "Indestructible King," who came to Shaolin seeking refuge, sprang up from his prayer mat the moment Li Xijun's terrifying pressure, which enveloped the entire mountain, was struck. His indestructible golden body flickered, revealing his extreme inner turmoil.

"This aura—is it Li Xijun?"

"How is this possible? This—this is absolutely the Dharmakaya realm! How could he have attained the Dharmakaya realm so quickly?"

His eyes were filled with extreme shock, disbelief, and a tidal wave of fear that almost overwhelmed him.

He recalled how he had used his "indestructible golden body" to fight Li Xijun, and although he had a slight advantage, he was still unable to overcome the other party's frustration. Compared with the terrifying gap he felt now, which was like heaven and earth, a sense of despair arose spontaneously.

"He's definitely here to eliminate any future threats; he's definitely after me!"

The Undying Monk was drenched in cold sweat, no longer caring about his image as a high-ranking monk. He paced anxiously in the meditation room like a trapped beast. "Only the Shaolin Dharma Body, only that senior from the back mountain, can stop him."

"Yes! Master Fagao's Buddhist power is boundless; he will surely protect Shaolin, and he will surely protect me!"

As if grasping at a last straw, he abruptly turned towards the back mountain, clasped his hands together, and in the most devout and fearful tone of his life, whispered a prayer: "Venerable Arhat, save this junior, save Shaolin! That demonic star Li Xijun has already attained Dharma body; he has come with ill intentions!"

However, even he himself could sense that the plea was filled with a despair that he himself could not convince himself of.

It seemed to respond to the despair and prayers inside and outside the mountain gate, and also to fight against the ever-encroaching "original darkness" silence.

"Amitabha"

An ancient, grand Buddhist chant, seemingly traversing countless ages and carrying boundless compassion and solemnity, resounded from the depths of the mountains behind Shaolin Temple.

This time, the chanting of the Buddha's name was no longer the trembling whisper of before, but rather a resounding bell that echoed throughout the universe.

The sound contains the supreme power to cleanse the soul, dispel fear, and bring light and hope!

Immediately afterwards, immeasurable light rose from the Bodhi Temple on the back mountain!

It wasn't a blinding, intense light, but a warm, mellow, and all-encompassing golden Buddhist light, like the rising sun, instantly dispelling the gray and gloomy filter that had enveloped the mountain gate area.

Wherever the light reached, those who were stunned by the aftershocks of Li Xijun's laws did not wake up, but the painful struggles on their faces subsided, as if they had sunk into a peaceful dream.

Those Buddhist martial artists who were almost crushed by fear felt a warmth in their hearts. The suffocating silence and sense of insignificance were dispelled, replaced by a sense of security as if returning to the womb.

The concept of immeasurable life then permeates the mind; it is not about prolonging life, but rather a sense of tranquility and the eternity of Buddhist teachings.

Golden light spread rapidly, and the sound of chanting arose out of thin air, as if thousands of Buddhas, Bodhisattvas, and Arhats were chanting scriptures in unison in the void.

In the sky, golden lotus phantoms bloomed and slowly drifted down; on the ground, faint golden spring phantoms gushed forth, emitting a delicate fragrance. The entire Songshan Mountain, along with the surrounding mountains and rivers for nearly a thousand miles, seemed to be temporarily detached from the real world in an instant, transforming into a peaceful, solemn, and infinitely bright and compassionate Buddhist Pure Land!

This is no longer a martial arts technique, but a supreme Buddhist teaching that is almost capable of changing the world and transforming a pure land!

Outside the mountain gate, the grandmasters and great masters who had been hiding in various places and were originally trembling under Li Xijun's pressure were now feeling the warm and vast Buddhist light and being bathed in the chanting that seemed to cleanse their souls. They were all extremely shocked.

"The Buddha-land—this is the true manifestation of the Buddha-land!"

"A single thought gives rise to the Pure Land, illuminating the entire universe—is this the realm of a Dharmakaya Arhat? It's too—too incredible!"

"In stark contrast to the suffocating silence of the Star Lord, this is a vast and ever-flowing light! The Buddha's teachings are boundless, indeed boundless!"

Reverence, unparalleled reverence, rises in the heart of every person.

Regardless of their previous impressions of Shaolin, at this moment, faced with the earth-shaking power of Buddhism, they could only feel awe and marvel at the methods of the Dharma Master, which were almost like those of immortals and Buddhas in myths and legends!

Inside the Shaolin Temple, the monks, abbots, and elders, who had been living in constant fear, were now moved to tears and knelt down devoutly in the direction of the back mountain.

"The Patriarch has manifested his divine power! The Buddha's teachings are boundless!"

"With our patriarch here, Shaolin is as secure as a rock!"

The head of the Disciplinary Hall let out a long sigh of relief, his heart, which had felt like it was about to leap out of his chest, finally settled back into place. His face regained its color, even carrying a hint of pride: "Though the Star Lord is powerful, Shaolin also has Arhats to oversee it! The Buddha's teachings are vast and sufficient to subdue all demonic obstacles!"

Many monks even had the thought that "although Li Xijun has attained the Dharma body, he is still a newcomer to this realm. How can he compare with the patriarch of the back mountain, a true Arhat who has cultivated for countless years?" Fear was gradually replaced by faith.

As the Undying Venerable King felt the all-pervasive, warm Buddhist light in his meditation room, he felt like a drowning man grasping at a piece of driftwood. He exclaimed excitedly, "I'm saved! I knew it! The Buddha's Dharma is boundless; it could definitely overcome that demon's strange power. Even if you've achieved the Dharma Body, so what? Before a true Arhat, you will ultimately be defeated!"

He seemed to already see the scene of Li Xijun giving up under the Buddhist teachings of the Shaolin patriarch.

At the point where the Buddha's light was most intense, towards the back of the mountain, a figure slowly emerged in the boundless light.

A towering, compassionate Buddha figure, clad in a golden robe, sat cross-legged in the void, almost completely enveloping the Shaolin Temple. The figure possessed a dignified and solemn appearance, with hands forming the teaching mudra, eyes lowered, yet its gaze seemed to penetrate the human heart and illuminate the past and future.

The illusory image of Buddha spoke slowly, its voice majestic and carrying the power to soothe all restlessness, resounding throughout heaven and earth, and also echoing in Li Xijun's heart: "Benefactor Li, the sea of ​​suffering is boundless, but turning back is the shore."

"All that happened in the past, the matter of Vajra Temple, was truly a misunderstanding between Shaolin and you, benefactor."

The illusory Buddha gazed peacefully at Li Xijun and continued, "Now that you have attained the Dharma Body, you must have touched upon more of the secrets of this world and sensed the unseen shackles and gaze."

"What our Buddhist sect did back then was not directed at you. The real target was another being—an older, more transcendent being, almost comparable to immortals and Buddhas, who had gone astray."

"His methods are bizarre, his thoughts corrupt, and he intends to destroy our Buddhist sect. Your previous acquisition of the Thunder Blade, and the entanglement of your destiny, make you one of the coordinates we use to observe that being. Our intervention is also to prevent you from becoming a pawn of that being, falling into an endless sea of ​​sin."

"Now, you have managed to break free from the barriers, forge your own path, and attain such a unique Dharmakaya position. This is truly an anomaly and a variable."

Since you are no longer a player in this game, why should we try to stop you? Past events are but fleeting clouds.

The Buddha's illusory voice grew increasingly compassionate, carrying a tone of comfort: "When will this cycle of revenge end? You are now the Crown Prince of the Great Xia Dynasty, the future Emperor. You should have the world in your heart and extend your blessings to all living beings."

"We are both Dharma bodies. If we were to fight here, the clash of our laws would cause countless lives to be reduced to dust within a thousand miles of Mount Song, including the ancient Shaolin Temple. Such widespread destruction is hardly the act of a benevolent ruler."

"Why not lay down your obsessions and the weapons of the slaughter, and enter the Buddhist path? You will attain great freedom and liberation. All past karma will be wiped clean. I wish to sit down with you and discuss the Dao, to jointly contemplate the mechanisms of this great transformation of heaven and earth. Wouldn't that be wonderful?"

These words were both reasonable and persuasive, implying a "higher-level threat" to justify their actions, flattering Li Xijun's status and position while also using the "big picture" as leverage. Finally, they extended an olive branch of "jointly exploring the Great Way," leaving no room for error and displaying the demeanor of a compassionate and conciliatory high monk.

Outside the mountain gate, many martial arts practitioners who heard this felt that this statement made a lot of sense.

"Yes, if high-ranking Dharma Masters are fighting, how are we supposed to survive?"

"The founder of Shaolin was indeed compassionate and did not wish to commit further killings."

"Since the Star Lord didn't suffer any losses and even broke through to the Dharma Body realm, why not just stop here? Perhaps we can even make peace with Shaolin and fight together against that even more terrifying existence."

Some people felt that the regret of not witnessing the Dharmakaya War was replaced by relief, and that this was for the best.

Inside the Shaolin Temple, the monks were greatly encouraged, feeling that the patriarch's words not only demonstrated the compassion of Buddhism but also gave the other party a way out. If Li Xijun had any sense, he shouldn't have persisted.

The Undying Venerable King felt greatly relieved and also chanted a Buddhist prayer, saying with emotion, "Why must the Star Lord hold on so tightly? Learning from the Buddha's compassion and benevolence is the right path."

However, the seemingly compassionate and peaceful words of the Buddha's phantom sounded incredibly harsh and disgusting to Li Xijun!

"Misunderstand?"

The faint smile on Li Xijun's lips vanished completely, his eyes turned icy cold, and his anger and killing intent surged like a suppressed volcano, stirring up an invisible storm within the dormant "Original Darkness" domain around him.

"What a misunderstanding! When the Undying Venerable King attacked me, every move was deadly. Did he ever consider that it might be a misunderstanding?"

"When you made your move from afar, did you ever consider that it might be a misunderstanding?"

"If Senior Ye hadn't arrived in time, what would have happened! Why didn't you come to talk about the misunderstanding then? Why didn't you come to persuade me to lay down my weapons?"

His voice wasn't impassioned, yet each word was like an icicle, piercing the peaceful Buddhist light and chanting, carrying a chilling mockery and resolute tone: "As for that being you speak of—what does it have to do with me? Your schemes, your games, why should they come at the cost of my life and future?!"

"Trying to intimidate me with the righteous cause of the common people? Threatening me with the prospect of widespread suffering?" Li Xijun sneered. "What a fine display of compassion! Too bad, I, Li, won't fall for that!"

He abruptly looked up, his gaze sharp as lightning, staring directly at the enormous phantom of Buddha. His voice was resolute and unwavering: "Old monk, stop with your hypocritical tricks!"

"If you want to fight, then fight! Why all the nonsense!"

I'll give you two choices.

Li Xijun took a step forward, his "Primordial Darkness" aura suddenly contracting, then erupting in an even more concentrated and terrifying manner, like a black hole swallowing everything appearing behind him, confronting the sky full of Buddhist light head-on: "Either we fight right here and now! Let's see if your Buddhist kingdom collapses first, or if I dismantle your Shaolin ancestral temple first, utterly shattering your clay and wooden golden statue from its tortoise shell!"

"Want one—"

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He pointed to the endless sky: "Let us fight in the heavens to settle our karmic debts!"

Choose!

"hiss-!

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Li Xijun's extremely tough and utterly uncompromising response was like pouring a ladle of ice water into a scalding pan of oil, instantly causing everyone to gasp in shock.

The martial arts practitioners outside the mountain gate were stunned. They had not expected the Star Lord to be so fierce. Faced with the personal persuasion of the Shaolin patriarch, he was completely unmoved and even insulted, directly rebuffing him.

Inside the Shaolin Temple, the monks, who had just regained their confidence, looked as if they had been grabbed by the neck, their faces drained of color.

The head of the disciplinary hall trembled, staring in disbelief at the figure outside the mountain gate—how dare he? How dare he speak to the patriarch like that!

The smugness and triumph that had just arisen in the Undying Venerable King instantly froze, turning into a deeper fear: "He really wants to fight? He doesn't even care about the dignity of the Ancestor!"

The Buddha's illusory image, with its ever-compassionate and peaceful face, seemed to tremble slightly, its lowered eyes shimmering with golden light, deep and unfathomable.

After a moment of silence, a long sigh, seemingly containing endless sighs of emotion, came from the Buddha's phantom and echoed between heaven and earth: "Amitabha—foolish child, foolish child."

"Since your obsession is so deep, the karmic consequences are difficult to resolve—"

The illusory image of Buddha slowly rose, and the towering figure began to shrink and solidify. The boundless Buddha light also subsided, eventually transforming into a pure and incomparably tangible golden body, the face of which was none other than the old monk sweeping the back mountain, Liaokong.

At this moment, he had a solemn and dignified appearance, with a perfect halo slowly rotating behind his head, exuding an aura of immortality and indestructibility, and being impervious to all laws.

"Then we shall do as you say, benefactor—"

Liao Kong's golden body calmly looked at Li Xijun, his eyes filled with ancient and powerful confidence, though there was no killing intent in them: "A battle beyond the heavens."

As soon as he finished speaking, he said no more. His golden body transformed into an incomparably dazzling golden rainbow, like a great sun rising against the sky, carrying the majestic Buddhist power and the determination to pierce the heavens. It went straight through the clouds and headed towards the endless, cold void of the universe beyond the nine heavens.

Wherever it passed, the clouds parted, leaving behind a magnificent trail that lingered for a long time, as if it had torn a golden wound in the sky.

Almost simultaneously, Li Xijun snorted coldly, his figure blurred, and he transformed into an extremely dark stream of light, like a black hole that devours everything, soaring into the sky.

Where the dark streak of light passed, light distorted and sound was extinguished, creating a stark contrast with the golden rainbow.

Two beams of light, one golden and one dim, one blazing and one silent, instantly pierced the atmosphere and disappeared from the sight of the people on the ground.

However, the scene of their departure was deeply imprinted in the hearts of all who witnessed it.

The golden rainbow pierced the sun with its magnificent power, and the dark light seemed to devour the light with its eerie depth. Especially when the two broke through the sky one after the other, they seemed to have a brief but violent collision at a very high altitude. This caused the sky above the entire Central Continent to suddenly alternate between light and dark several times, as if a brief but violent solar eclipse and anti-solar eclipse had occurred, and the primordial energy of heaven and earth was disrupted for a moment!

The world was shocked!

Whether they were martial artists at the foot of Mount Song or powerful figures sensing the situation from afar using special means, they all had only one thought in their minds at this moment:

The battle of the Dharma bodies has begun beyond the heavens!

This epic showdown, involving old grudges and new hatreds, Buddhist and demonic ideologies, and even potentially influencing the future world order, has finally erupted inevitably! And the outcome is unpredictable.