Journey to the West: Starting with the True Lord of the Pure Land

A surge of burning anger shot from his dantian to the crown of his head; even centuries of meditation could not suppress this raging fury.

Of the three poisons of greed, anger, and ignorance, the precept against anger is the most difficult to uphold.

After a few breaths, Zen Master Baoxiang took a deep breath.

This breath was taken in very long and deep, as if to draw in all the cold, yin energy in the world to extinguish the raging fire of anger.

However, anger is like fire, burning away all precepts!

All compassion and patience were burned to ashes by this overwhelming hatred.

The death of Cang Zong was no longer a simple struggle for treasure; it was a hatred that destroyed the very foundation of the Daoist tradition!

Only by vanquishing the demons!

Only by skinning and dismembering this monstrous creature, refining it into a Buddhist lamp, and burning its soul for ten thousand years can this hatred be extinguished!

"evil creature……"

Zen Master Baoxiang stared intently at the dark dragon that was coiled above the black water, coldly looking down at him.

The sound seeping from between the teeth was icy and chilling:

"Destroying my Vajra will bring immeasurable karmic retribution!"

Today, this old monk will display my wrathful form and send you to the Avici Hell, where you will never be reborn!

Before he could finish speaking...

The string of Prajna Demon-Locking Beads in his hand suddenly shattered, and the 108 beads flew into the air.

"Om Mani Padme Hum!"

The six-syllable mantra of Om Mani Padme Hum resounded like a thunderclap.

The prayer beads swelled in the wind, each one bursting into flames, emitting dazzling pure gold fire.

One hundred and eight clusters of Buddhist fire, like a meteor shower, covered the sky and instantly spread throughout the four directions of the void.

Their energies were intertwined, transforming into a massive cage of flames!

The Buddhist fire burned brightly, distorting the air.

The black water below hissed and evaporated into billowing white steam, causing the spiritual atmosphere of the [Xuanming Marshland] to fluctuate violently.

at the same time.

Zen Master Baoxiang clasped his hands together, his monk's robe billowing like a sail, forming a complex mudra.

The halo behind his head turned completely golden, radiating brilliant light.

Zen Master Baoxiang chanted mantras with a voice as loud and clear as a great bell:

"Namo Saptanam, Samyak Sambuddha..."

As the incantation began.

A massive and majestic image, filled with boundless wrath and the will to subdue demons, rose slowly from behind him!

It has three heads and six arms. The middle head has wide-open, angry eyes, the left head has protruding fangs, and the right head breathes flames.

Each of the six arms forms a different mudra, and each arm holds a ritual implement such as a vajra, a wisdom sword, and a demon-subduing circle.

It exudes supreme majesty that suppresses evil spirits and sweeps away the chaos of the universe!

This is the supernatural power that made Zen Master Baoxiang famous—the image of the Great Wrathful King!

"Dragon Demon! Slay him!"

When Zen Master Baoxiang and Dharma King Mingwang spoke at the same time, their voices were like thunder!

One hundred and eight groups of Buddhist fires formed a net that blocked off all directions.

Meanwhile, the Great Wrathful King Dharma Image moved its six arms together, holding various Dharma weapons, and with the supreme power to burn the sky and boil the sea, and to subdue demons and monsters, it pressed down on the Xuan Jiao!

The Buddha's flames blaze in the sky, and the Bright King descends to earth!

This moment.

Zen Master Baoxiang has exhausted all his strength, vowing to completely cast this demon that destroyed his Vajra and trampled on the Buddha's face into the Avici Hell!

The Buddhist fire chains danced wildly like golden snakes, and the image of the Great Wrathful King stood tall and firm, with six arms wielding weapons, its power overwhelming, almost tearing this Xuanming Marshland apart and burning it to ashes!

Faced with this overwhelming Buddhist power, Xuan Ling let out a low groan, and his massive body suddenly shrank.

The demonic aura surged back like a whale sucking in water.

With a flash of light, the shadow of the dragon that blotted out the sky disappeared from the spot, leaving only the slender figure in black robes and dark hair, standing quietly on the water once more.

Chen Jiao returned to human form from his monstrous form, and his aura not only did not weaken, but became even more restrained and profound.

He had somehow already grasped the Azure Thunder Halberd in his hand.

The halberd was dark, yet it faintly emitted a low rumble of thunder, as if stimulated by the overwhelming Buddhist power outside, and the true nature of thunder within it began to awaken.

He made no attempt to dodge the entangling Prajna Buddha fire and the Vajra Dharma weapon slammed down by the image of the Wisdom King.

With his right arm muscles slightly tense, he held the halberd in one hand and delivered a simple yet extremely concise diagonal slash from bottom to top!

"boom!"

The Azure Thunder Halberd drew a streak of azure light.

Before the halberd blades even made actual contact, the powerful halberd wind and the boiling blue-red lightning on the halberd blades surged out like a raging tide!

"Crackling and popping!"

The moment the golden Buddhist fire came into contact with the lightning, it emitted a piercing explosion!

The Buddhist flame was forcibly dispersed and extinguished!

The flames of the 108 Buddhist beads were directly severed by the sharp energy emanating from the halberd blade, shattering into countless golden light spots that dissipated into nothingness!

Breaking through the Buddhist flames, the Azure Thunder Halberd continued its momentum, its tip pointing directly at the wrathful deity who was wielding various magical weapons as it came crashing down.

The image of the Bright King glared angrily, his six arms waving in unison, his magical artifacts weaving into a net, intending to crush Chen Jiao along with his thunder halberd.

"break."

Chen Jiao uttered a single word, slightly twisted his wrist, and the immense demonic power within his body, like a river bursting its banks, surged into the halberd!

The Azure Thunder Halberd emitted an excited, dragon-like roar, and the azure light at its tip suddenly burst forth with a dazzling brilliance comparable to the falling sun.

Chen Jiao still didn't use any fancy moves, just the simplest and most direct thrust of his halberd.

"clang!"

The tip of the halberd was at the very tip of the vajra that the image of the King of Light had struck down!

Time seemed to freeze at this moment!

The next instant was a deafening, earth-shattering sound!

Centered on the point of contact between the halberd tip and the pestle tip, a visible blue shockwave exploded outwards in a ring!

The next instant was a deafening, earth-shattering sound!

Centered on the point of contact between the halberd tip and the pestle tip, a visible blue shockwave exploded outwards in a ring!

It pierced through the vajra, tore apart the sword of wisdom, and shattered the demon-subduing rope...

Finally, it pierced the very center of the Buddha's chest!

Spiderweb-like cracks appeared on the body of the Mingwang (Vimalakirti) starting from the tip of the halberd.

The cracks seemed to have a life of their own, rapidly spreading from the chest of the image of the Myo-wang to his entire body!

"No!"

Zen Master Baoxiang's eyes were bloodshot.

But destruction was already unstoppable.

The lightning energy contained within the Azure Thunder Halberd frantically drilled into the Dharma Body.

"Snap!"

The majestic and imposing image of the Wrathful King of Light stood before the terrified gazes of Zen Master Baoxiang and four other monks in the distance.

First it solidified, then burst forth with a blue light, and then its enormous body exploded!

It turned into countless golden fragments, which were annihilated by the raging lightning and disappeared into the world!

The Dharma image was destroyed, and the vital energy backfired.

As if struck by a heavy blow, Zen Master Baoxiang suddenly spat out a mouthful of golden blood, his Buddhist light dimmed instantly, and his aura weakened to the extreme.

He stared incredulously at the figure in black robes standing with a halberd, his eyes filled with horror and despair.

The supernatural power that made him famous was so easily defeated with a single halberd strike.

Chen Jiao's eyes were icy cold, without the slightest pause.

After shattering the image of the Bright King with a single halberd strike, he instantly lunged forward.

Using the momentum of his forward charge, the Azure Thunder Halberd in his hand transformed into a streak of azure lightning that tore through the void.

The direct stab resulted in a backlash, leaving Zen Master Baoxiang frozen in place, his heart exposed!

With fear in his eyes, Zen Master Baoxiang poured all his remaining Buddhist power into an ancient jade Buddha hanging in front of his chest.

The jade Buddha emitted a golden light, forming a heart-shaped mirror as thin as a cicada's wing.

"Pfft!"

The mirror of the heart shattered in an instant.

This time, it was the sound of a sharp weapon piercing through flesh and blood and the bones of a Buddha!

The blade of the Azure Thunder Halberd easily tore through the last protective Buddhist light of Zen Master Baoxiang and pierced through his chest!

The halberd tip emerged from behind, bringing with it a spray of blood mixed with golden Buddha blood and fragments of internal organs.

Chen Jiao flicked his wrist, and the blue light on the Thunder Halberd shone brightly!

"Bang!"

The physical body of Zen Master Baoxiang was shattered into pieces from the inside by the violent lightning!

A dim and lifeless remnant soul tried to escape, but was firmly locked in place by the lightning patterns flowing across the halberd, and let out a wail.

"Spare me! This humble monk knows he was wrong!"

Spare my remaining soul! I am willing to offer up all my life's knowledge and reveal the secrets of Buddhism, and from this day forward, I will submit to your teachings, serving you as your slave for eternity. I only beg for your mercy, Demon Lord, to spare my last remaining life!

Chen Jiao remained unmoved. His remnant soul was pulled back onto the halberd blade and annihilated in the leaping electric snakes.

Chen Jiao held the halberd in one hand and slowly withdrew it.

The halberd gleamed with a bluish light, untouched by a speck of blood.

Only a wisp of smoke rising from the tip of the halberd proved the complete demise of a highly accomplished Buddhist monk.

He stood on the gradually calming waves, his black robes fluttering in the wind.

"These bald monks are as vulnerable as ever."