Primordial Era: A God-Level Choice, Possessing Zhao Gongming at the Start.

Chapter 561 The Fall of Manjushri and the Counterattack of the Demonic Path

As soon as Wutian finished speaking, before Kinnara could say anything, countless Bodhisattvas, Vajras, and Arhats around them showed angry expressions.

"Has Kinnara gone mad? How could he utter such treasonous words as demanding that the Medicine Buddha abdicate?"

"Kinnara is favored by the saint; perhaps this is the saint's intention?"

"Stop discussing this. I heard that hundreds of years ago, Kinnara in the Netherworld was possessed by a demon for the sake of a mortal woman. It was only thanks to the intervention of a sage that the demonic energy within him was dispelled. Now it seems that Kinnara has been possessed by a demon again."

"Hmph, as a disciple of a sage, you've fallen into demonic possession time and again. Do you have even a shred of Buddha-nature left in your heart?"

Countless Vajras, Bodhisattvas, and Arhats whispered and discussed Kinnara freely, unaware that the expressions on the faces of the Buddhas and the Medicine Buddha had become extremely solemn.

Kinnara has definitely fallen into demonic possession again. Hundreds of years ago, when Kinnara fell into demonic possession in the Netherworld, it was already extremely serious, and his strength was incredibly powerful, enough to fight against him, Dipankara, and Maitreya together.

This time, the demonic possession seems to be much more serious than the last time. Putting aside everything else, the aura emanating from Wutian is something even the pharmacist isn't confident he can handle. And Wutian's aura is still rapidly increasing, so the difference is obvious.

The pharmacist dared not be careless at all. He gave Manjushri a look, and Manjushri immediately understood. He quietly retreated, trying not to attract anyone's attention. Once he was out of sight of everyone, he suddenly became ethereal and then quickly fled out of the Great Thunderclap Temple. He was going to the Thirty-Three Heavens to ask the sage for help.

Manjushri flew at breakneck speed through the void, not even daring to shatter the void, for fear that the ripples in the air he created would be noticed by Wutian, thus causing his efforts to be in vain.

Just as Manjushri was about to escape to the outside of the Great Thunderclap Temple, where the sky was wide and the sea was vast, Wutian suddenly curled up a cold smile on his lips, and then unleashed a black streak of light. The black streak of light shot out like an arrow and hurtled towards Manjushri.

The pharmacist's expression suddenly changed, and his aura at the peak of the Quasi-Saint level suddenly erupted, vast and sweeping across everything. The rich golden Brahma light purified all evil and heretical forces in the world, condensing into a giant golden palm that blocked the black streak.

The pharmacist knew that as long as Manjushri left the Great Thunder Temple and brought out the saint, there was still a chance to reverse the situation.

The pharmacist's move was earth-shattering, but Wutian merely watched coldly, showing no intention of intervening.

In mid-air, the black ribbon passed through the pharmacist's golden Buddha palm without any hindrance, and then struck a void.

"what!"

A piercing scream rang out, and Manjushri's figure appeared in mid-air. A large hole appeared in his chest, and his life force was rapidly fading away. In just a few breaths, his eyes had become dull and lifeless. Then, under the horrified gazes of the crowd, his body turned into ashes like burning paper, completely dissipating into the world.

This is a complete and utter return to nothingness; there is no longer a past, present, or future. It is a true death and the annihilation of the body and the Tao, with not a trace of cause and effect remaining.

At this moment, the countless Buddhas, Bodhisattvas, Arhats, and Vajras around them began to breathe heavily, their hands and feet were icy cold, their faces were deathly pale, and their whole bodies were stiff like zombies.

Who is Manjushri Bodhisattva?

He is one of the Twelve Golden Immortals of Kunlun, Manjushri, the Heavenly Venerable of the Vast Dharma. Before joining the Buddhist sect, he had already reached the peak of the Great Luo Golden Immortal realm. After joining the Buddhist sect, he re-cultivated the method of relic formation, condensed a relic, and broke through to the Quasi-Saint realm.

Such a being, let alone the Buddhist sect, would be an absolute power in the Three Realms today. Yet, even such a being could not withstand a single blow from Wutian.

A terrifying thought arose in everyone's mind: was Kinnara, or Wutian, really still at the Quasi-Saint level?

Witnessing Wutian kill Manjushri with a single blow, the Medicine Master's face turned deathly pale, but he quickly regained his composure. "Wutian, what are you doing? Aren't you afraid of incurring the wrath of our Buddhist saints and being punished?"

Wu Tian's expression remained calm. "I simply dislike people secretly engaging in underhanded activities right under my nose."

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After Wutian finished speaking, he took a deep breath, all the expressions on his face disappeared, and he returned to the way he was when he first arrived at the Great Thunderclap Temple. "Brother Pharmacist, the entire Great Thunderclap Temple has been sealed off by me. You should step down yourself, so that so many people in the Great Thunderclap Temple won't be buried with the person who just died."

Upon hearing this, everyone's faces turned ashen, and they looked to the pharmacist for help. They hadn't lived enough yet and really didn't want to perish like this.

The pharmacist gave the lamp and Maitreya a look, and they both shook their heads and sighed, implying that even if the three of them combined their strength, they would definitely not be a match for Wutian.

The apothecary sighed, rose bitterly, walked downstairs, clasped his hands together, and asked, "I wonder what the high monk intends to do with us next?"

Words were bitter, even thoughts of bitterness. The Buddhist sect has had it so tough. It had finally flourished for less than a thousand years, and now a black-clad Wutian had suddenly appeared. When will the Buddhist sect be able to truly achieve great prosperity? These were the last thoughts in the Medicine Master's mind before he stepped down.

Wu Tian's lips curled up slightly, a smile playing on his lips. He flipped his palm, and a black lotus appeared in his hand. With a flick of his wrist, he sent the black lotus flying into the air, where it instantly split into countless forms, with one falling in front of each person.

"It's not a matter of dealing with it; just place the black lotus on your heads."

Everyone stared at the strange black lotus before them, too afraid to move. Who knew what this eerie black lotus was?

Finally, the pharmacist sighed, "I hope the senior monk will keep his word and not harm any members of our Buddhist community."

After saying that, the pharmacist placed the black lotus in front of him on his head. As soon as he placed it, the black lotus began to rotate slightly, and a wisp of black demonic energy descended and attached itself to the pharmacist. The pharmacist's face immediately went blank, and he turned into a puppet like Guanyin and Samantabhadra.

Seeing that the Medicine Buddha had taken action, everyone immediately followed suit. Before long, the Great Thunderclap Temple was devoid of life, except for the Black-Clad Wutian.

Wutian sat in the former position of the pharmacist, looking down at the rows of puppets below, and a satisfied smile appeared on his face. "Mount Sumeru, after billions of years, has finally been reclaimed by the demonic path."

Wu Tian waved his hand, plucked a strand of hair, and threw it into the air. In an instant, boundless power of creation flashed, and the strand of hair transformed into countless demonic disciples, who bowed to Wu Tian and said, "Disciple pays respects to Demon Lord Wu Tian."

"That's more like it."

Wutian smiled and ordered everyone to stand up. Then he ordered them to move the puppets that the pharmacist and the others had transformed into to a corner so that they wouldn't be in the way.

In fact, at first, he wanted to slaughter all the pharmacists and others, but if he did that, the two Buddhist saints would definitely fight back desperately, which would affect the Demon Ancestor's next plan, which would not be good. So Wutian turned them into puppets and used them to guard the gate first.

(End of this chapter)