Who is spreading rumors that my filial piety towards them has changed?

The group of tribespeople and monks were acting strangely; they were like a tug-of-war, desperately trying to escape.

Outsiders can't see it clearly; only those who are there know that a powerful suction force has appeared around the Buddhist temple!

The plants and trees remained still, seemingly nothing was happening, but once they got close to a certain area, the swallowing suction suddenly appeared, catching them off guard.

The celestial cultivators who asked for directions had no idea what was going on and were completely unaware of the danger lurking around them.

"Fellow Daoist, may I ask for directions? Where is the sacred site of Buddhism? Is there anywhere else besides here?" a cultivator from the Heavenly Realm asked in a friendly manner.

The tribesman, being quite righteous, spoke with difficulty, his forehead veins bulging:

"Get out of here! Quickly!"

......

At this moment, a handsome young man had just emerged from the Abyss, and the huge commotion behind him attracted many ferocious beasts from the outer perimeter of the Abyss.

However, Chu Mingkong ignored them, and the ferocious beasts were directly crushed into dust by the sword.

In the distance, he could still vaguely see the tail of the cultivators from that realm.

He was speechless.

"How come these illegal immigrants are faster than me?"

Chapter 287 The Falling Sun Destroys Buddhism

"Get out of here! Quickly!"

The tribesman's voice was cracked and hoarse.

That's why the cultivator from the Heavenly Realm who asked for directions didn't realize the person was offering advice, and instead thought it was an impolite tone of rejection.

This cultivator from the Heavenly Realm was quite powerful, and being suddenly yelled at like that, he was somewhat angered.

Even though being an illegal immigrant poses a great danger in this area, it's still easy to intimidate them by exerting pressure and putting up a show of force.

"You herdsman, how arrogant! You're so rude even when asking for directions!"

The cultivator from that realm grabbed the strong arm of a tribesman, his heart skipped a beat, and he immediately knew something was wrong!

It's a trap!

Moreover, the power comes from the Buddhist sect!

The area surrounding the Buddhist Pure Land is the "feeding zone" of the true Buddha. At first glance, it appears calm and peaceful, but if anyone gets even half a step closer, they will be immediately swallowed by the suction force, and this trap is also "contagious".

Once locked onto by this nameless force, anyone who touches its body will also be affected by this devouring suction.

The cultivator from that realm felt his body being pulled away and his power slowly draining away, and finally understood what the tribespeople had meant.

When the cultivators from the Heavenly Realm saw that he was about to make a move, they worried that he would be targeted by the shackles of heaven and earth, so they went over to persuade him to stop.

But the celestial cultivator shouted in a similarly shrill voice, "Don't... touch me!"

The companion was stunned by the shout.

Upon seeing his friend, he became so enraged that he trembled, and he held the tribesman tightly, grabbing his hand to stop him.

"Are you crazy? We're illegal immigrants, don't be impulsive and hurt him... Why didn't you say so sooner?!"

The friend immediately understood what was happening, but it was too late; he too had been locked onto by the power of the true Buddha.

The commotion quickly caught the attention of cultivators from other celestial realms. They were terrified, fearing that the disturbance would attract the shackles of heaven and earth, wiping them all out.

A group of cultivators rushed forward to mediate the fight, but one by one they were killed.

When Chu Mingkong got closer, he found the situation of these Heavenly Domain cultivators somewhat amusing.

This scene is like people getting electrocuted by a pond after a thunderstorm, and those behind them trying to save them end up getting electrocuted one after another.

Chu Mingkong reached out and gently wiped his hand, and the power of extreme Yin swept across the empty space, directly severing the grip of the nameless force on them.

There are quite a few celestial cultivators here. If they continue to be "electrified" like this, they might all be devoured by the True Buddha and perhaps even provide him with some "nourishment".

However, it's only at the level of desserts, and it's hard to make up for much of the difference.

The monks who had been freed bowed in thanks and then kept their distance to observe safely.

The tribespeople were still clueless, unaware of what was about to happen, but they knew they had to run away.

The cultivators from Xiaoxiang Qin Academy and Wenqing Pavilion recognized Chu Mingkong and greeted him respectfully.

"Your Highness!"

Chu Mingkong nodded, then waved for them to leave:

"Alright, you guys should get out of here right now, it's not safe."

He felt a mix of amusement and exasperation; the tense atmosphere of purges and purging had suddenly turned into a farce.

But that's alright.

If someone comes here with heavy thoughts, then there's a problem.

He's here to finish up the work, not to tackle the toughest challenges; the most difficult period is already over.

Chu Mingkong's gaze fell upon the entire Buddhist Pure Land. This land seemed to breathe, absorbing the spiritual energy of the region in massive quantities and exhaling filthy demonic energy.

"Come out, there's no need to pretend anymore. I was just secretly trying to devour all these cultivators. It's no use pretending now. I'm in a hurry to go back for dinner."

His voice, though unaffected by any external force, resounded like thunder throughout the universe, its echo lingering.

Where the sound passed, the peaceful land ahead was shattered, revealing its hideous true nature.

The earth, at some unknown time, had turned into a barren wasteland, with pairs of fierce, greedy eyes hidden in the cracks of the soil.

With their disguise torn away, these eyes, like cockroaches breeding under the rocks, scattered and fled, scrambling across the ground and crawling back into the Buddhist Pure Land.

There was still no movement in the Buddhist Pure Land. Chu Mingkong was not in a hurry. He calmly and steadily controlled his sword, moving the towering sword skeleton above the Buddhist Pure Land, ready to fall down at any time.

At this moment, the Buddhist Pure Land finally stirred.

A handsome monk surrounded by a soft Buddhist light appeared, his demeanor like a bright lamp in the deep night, warm and approachable.

The image that can calm the anxious mind with just one's appearance is probably what is being described.

“Benefactor Chu, the ancient Buddha has already been suppressed by this humble monk. This demonic Buddha is Mara, who is the manifestation of the inner demon of this humble monk’s past lives. I did not completely eliminate him, but instead he became a scourge.”

The humble monk tried to enlighten him with compassion, hoping to bring him to enlightenment. However, he never imagined that he would wear my robes, enter my Buddhist temple, and alter my Buddhist scriptures, causing such a great calamity.

But it's all over now!

The Buddha clasped his hands and bowed deeply, with sincerity and courtesy.

He possessed immense power, but the cultivators and tribesmen in the distance only sensed his gentle demeanor, and his voice was like a spring breeze.

Chu Mingkong couldn't help but smile as he watched Him still putting on an act.

This was because they realized the gap in skill level was too large and the chances of winning were slim, so they just gritted their teeth and started performing anyway.

It seems that the trace of Buddhahood within the Asura King's legacy mark is not connected to the true Buddha; it is probably to better conceal it within that mark.

Sometimes, the actions of the Buddhist community are hard to understand. They are clearly always exploiting others, so why do they like to pretend to be charitable?

He had the power to suppress those who were disobedient within the sect, but He did not do so. Instead, He persistently pretended to be one, which took a lot of effort.

Now Chu Mingkong understands that if he directly reduces the Buddhist followers' power, they will inevitably harbor resentment. If they harbor resentment, no matter how much pressure he puts on them, he will not be able to give them the power to make vows.

But as long as you do a good job of "doing it for your own good", and change the suffering and exploitation into the name of "asceticism to show your will", and give it the name of blessing, even if you do something excessive to believers, they will feel that it is for their own good, and the power of their will will come.

The ascetic continued until he became numb. After his body decayed, he would take out his brain and keep it in a wooden fish. When the wooden fish was struck, the ascetic's brain would mechanically and numbly chant scriptures, persistently and willingly offering its power.

Having a continuous source of power "income" was extremely important to this Buddha.

Chu Mingkong truly disliked this kind of hypocrisy, especially evil disguised as kindness. It blurred the lines between good and evil, creating a large number of pitiful people who were suffering but did not know it.

Chu Mingkong said, "True Buddha, were you waiting for the Asura King to send you that wisp of Buddhahood? I have already severed it."

The monk, radiating Buddhist light, remained composed and unperturbed, calmly joining his palms and saying:

"That was a hidden trick left by Mara. He wanted to use that wisp of Buddha-nature to save his life and make a comeback. But Mara has now been suppressed by me. That wisp of Buddha-nature should have been cut off by Benefactor Chu."

Wow! They've managed to distance themselves completely. Are they trying to change their identity and make a comeback?

If Chu Mingkong hadn't personally witnessed the true form of Mara Bojun, he probably would have hesitated.

Of course, it was just hesitation.

With so many frictions and conflicts along the way, it's impossible for a true Buddha to wash his hands of it all with a single sentence!

"Is that all you wanted to say? Don't you have any other tricks up your sleeve? At least you should stand up and punish yourself with two drinks, right?"

Chu Mingkong calmly looked at the monk in front of him and spoke sarcastically in a gentle tone.

The Buddha remained calm and composed: "Benefactor Chu, I don't understand what you're talking about."

Chu Mingkong shrugged, and black flames suddenly burst forth from the remains of the Heavenly Sword God, engulfing the entire sky in a sea of ​​black fire, as if the end of the world were upon them.

The sword was melted, and droplets fell from the sky, dripping into the golden light and mantras of the Buddhist Pure Land, directly corroding into it.

Wherever the black water drips, every inch of land turns into an abyss, and even the pure land controlled by the true Buddha cannot be spared!

The cultivators watching from afar were greatly shocked, especially the cultivators from the Heavenly Domain.

"Chu Mingkong has essentially invaded a sacred land guarded by a supreme being, hasn't he? Although this Buddhist Pure Land is not as good as the Burning Lamp Buddha Mountain in the Heavenly Domain, it is still personally guarded by the Buddha!"

"We used to worry that the supreme beings might eventually destroy the world. It feels like Chu Mingkong has that ability now. He could single-handedly push both the heavens and the earth into the abyss!"

The cultivators in the region were completely unable to keep up with the pace and were unaware of the details. They were only amazed that the Prince of Xiling, who had escaped death in the Abyss Disaster, could now wield the power of the Abyss at will to such an extent.

At this moment, even the true Buddha could no longer pretend. His body was in the Pure Land of Buddhism, how could he just watch it be destroyed?

On that kind face, angry veins appeared, and his appearance gradually became ferocious.

The Buddhist Pure Land began to shake violently, as if an earth dragon were rolling, and the heavens and earth were about to be turned upside down.

The ground became like a lump of flesh, growing and writhing as it grew, gradually revealing the true form of a Buddha, hundreds of feet tall, standing upright and reaching the heavens.

The aura of supreme existence was released to its fullest extent at this moment, the might and wrath of gods and Buddhas were fully displayed, and strange phenomena arose one after another. The sound of golden bells, wooden fish, and chanting of scriptures was like magnificent heavenly music, resounding throughout the world.

Among those strange phenomena, there were many Buddhist insights from the past, present, and future, which were the true Buddha using the principles of cause and effect to capture the shortcomings and weaknesses that Chu Mingkong had buried in his past life.

But all the possible deductions ultimately turned into a series of extinguished lamps.