Fairy, please don't do this!

"You're too kind!"

At this moment, Miao Tan opened her mouth slightly, raised her hand and formed a swastika mudra, which she then pressed towards Gu Jinzhao's chest.

But at that moment, he suddenly dodged to the side.

He thrust out his longsword, and a crimson sword light rose once more.

Miao Tan immediately sensed something was wrong. The compassionate Guanyin statue behind her clasped her hands together and took the sword strike.

But Gu Jinzhao was already close, and in an instant, he threw a punch.

The moment the fist was thrown, a bright crimson light shone, the bones and muscles of the body crackled, and an incomparably fierce aura suddenly swept out.

This was clearly a martial arts battle!

The powerful punch, perfectly timed and fully charged, struck Miao Tan squarely in the lower abdomen.

"puff--"

The Buddhist nun, who had been so confident of victory, suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood, was thrown off the cloud platform, and crashed heavily to the ground.

For a moment, the entire room fell silent.

No one expected the turning point to come so quickly.

What's even more puzzling is how Gu Jinzhao escaped the torment of lust!

Besides that, he was actually skilled in both divine and martial arts...

Chapter 85, Entering Buddhism Today? (3K)

Miao Tan's "The Sutra of Emptiness and Form" is indeed remarkable, capable of arousing the seven emotions and six desires in people's hearts.

Unfortunately, Gu Jinzhao used the ghost wife's "ugliness" to cloud his mind, causing him to see and think of the faces of everyone he saw and thought of as Ruhua.

Therefore, when the fake Lin Qingci, Mu Yiren, and even Si Ruoyu appeared just now, he felt no emotion at all, but instead felt an urge to draw his sword.

As the Buddhist nun was defeated, a pale-faced monk's figure drifted down onto the cloud platform.

The newcomer was tall and slender with delicate features and a red dot between his brows, exuding an extraordinary and refined air.

"Amitabha Buddha, this humble monk Wunian greets Benefactor Gu!"

Gu Jinzhao returned the greeting with his sword in hand: "Gu Jinzhao greets Zen Master!"

The monk before me is a fellow practitioner of the Vajra Stupa Sutra and the Prajnaparamita Sutra.

Wu Nian clasped his hands together and said, "Benefactor Gu has just fought with Junior Sister Miao Tan and has consumed a lot of spiritual energy. Why don't you recuperate for half a day and then fight with this humble monk again?"

"Thank you for your kindness, Zen Master, but I don't need it."

Gu Jinzhao twirled his sword, his tone indifferent.

He longed to regulate his breathing, but the true yang fire within his body was almost impossible to suppress.

Wu Nian sat cross-legged and closed his eyes: "Since that's the case, this humble monk will use the Immovable Zen to receive Benefactor Gu's three swords."

As soon as he finished speaking, all the surrounding noise stopped.

The wind was still, the clouds were still, and the entire Yuntai seemed to be enveloped in a peaceful and tranquil silence.

Gu Jinzhao knew that this was the manifestation of the fourth realm of "Immovable Zen," namely, "unmoved nature."

Buddhism believes that one's true nature is inherently pure, unaffected by external circumstances, and untainted by worldly concepts.

When one cultivates to this level, the essence of Zen naturally arises from stillness.

Therefore, after sitting cross-legged without any thoughts, the surroundings became absolutely quiet.

"excuse me!"

Gu Jinzhao didn't say much, and his sword strike was like the sun falling to the ground.

boom--!

The True Yang Sword Intent exploded, and a heat wave swept across the entire cloud platform.

But after the smoke and dust cleared, Wu Nian remained seated in the same spot, his robes not fluttering at all.

Even the small patch of ground beneath them was completely free of dust.

"The Zen master's immovable Zen is indeed profound."

Gu Jinchao looked up and saw an image of the Immovable King appear, sitting cross-legged like Wunian, completely still.

"Two more swords."

Wu Nian offered a reminder.

Gu Jinchao narrowed his eyes, and his sword stance changed again!

Nine illusory images of suns appeared behind him, each spewing forth true fire that could scorch the heavens and boil the seas.

The nine yangs converged into one, condensing into a dazzling, blazing white sword rainbow, which suddenly slashed down.

In an instant, the bluestone of the cloud platform could not withstand the high temperature and cracked and shattered.

clang--!

The sound of the sword striking down was not the clash of metal, but the booming of a giant bell!

The sound waves visibly spread, causing hundreds of people in the audience to experience ringing in their ears and noses.

Smoke and dust billowed into the sky from the center of the platform, and gravel rained down.

As the dust settled, everyone's pupils suddenly contracted.

Wu Nian remained seated cross-legged, but the ground beneath him had already sunk three feet.

Elder Chu Wuyai sighed softly, "He has cultivated Immovable Zen to its ultimate level. I'm afraid Junior Nephew Gu will lose this battle."

“A Zen practitioner in the Zen realm is indeed extraordinary.”

The elders and disciples of the other three sects were also full of surprise.

They had just arrived in Qingyun City when they heard that a prodigy from the Qingyun Sect had cultivated the [Sword Heart Clarity] technique and had defeated several disciples in the Zen Realm.

The crowd was still somewhat skeptical, but after the other party defeated the Buddhist nun, they realized that the Qingyun Sect had indeed produced a dragon!

However, even with such stunning results, it still cannot compare to Zen Realm Zen Master.

After all, the opponent was already at the late stage of the sixth rank and was also a practitioner of both divine and martial arts.

Shen Cangsheng looked at the stunning female Taoist priest beside him: "Are you confident of victory?"

Mu Yiren said calmly, "Gu Jinzhao can win; I don't need to intervene."

She and Gu Jinzhao grew up together, so she knew him very well.

He said he could win, and even bet 10,000 taels, so he was sure he would win.

Shen Cangsheng, however, was not optimistic: "Zen Master is too powerful. He is only at the early stage of the seventh rank. Even if he cultivates both divine and martial arts, he will hardly be a match for him."

If one maintains only the state of "immovable meditation" without any thought, then one will be unable to break through this defense.

If Buddhist supernatural powers of killing were to be used again, it would be even more difficult to withstand.

"I believe him."

Mu Yiren's gaze fell on Gu Jinzhao.

Lin Qingci also looked at him.

Even Si Ruoyu personally came to Yuntai today to watch this battle.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, Gu Jinchao unleashed his third sword strike.

This sword strike was unremarkable, merely stirring a wisp of wind.

Wu Nian suddenly opened his eyes.

There should be no wind in his realm of stillness, which is called "Immovable Zen".

clang--!

With a muffled thud, a clear sword mark appeared between the eyebrows of the image of Acala.

'It really is a tortoise shell.'

Gu Jinzhao was thrown several feet away by the force of the recoil. After landing, he looked at Wunian and said, "Three moves have passed. Zen Master, you don't need to hold back anymore."

"Please be careful, Benefactor Gu."

Wu Nian nodded and clasped his hands together.

A fierce Vajra statue, three zhang tall, suddenly appeared behind him.

That Vajra had a blue face and fangs, and its six arms held a Vajra pestle, a karmic-slaying knife, a demon-binding rope, a demon-slaying bell, a fire wheel to burn sins, and a soul-suppressing seal.

The Vajra strikes the head, the Karma-Slaying Blade cuts the waist, the Demon-Binding Rope binds the feet, the Demon-Subduing Bell seizes the soul, the Burning Wheel of Sin burns the body, and the Soul-Suppressing Seal suppresses the spirit!

Six deadly moves were unleashed simultaneously, sealing off all escape routes.

Gu Jinchao's figure transformed into nine afterimages as he dodged and weaved on the cloud platform.

The Vajra Pestle shattered the illusory image on the left, the Karma-Slaying Blade cleaved the remaining body on the right, and the oppressive power of the Soul-Suppressing Seal made his soul feel as if it had fallen into an ice cave.

But he did not simply dodge.

Every time he narrowly avoided a fatal blow, he would deliver a sword strike, though each time it was deflected by the image of Fudo Myoo.

Wu Nian remained motionless, but the ferocious killing intent of the wrathful Vajra grew even more intense.

A deafening roar filled the air, and blinding Buddhist light enveloped the entire cloud platform.

At this moment, Gu Jinzhao felt as if he had returned to the game, facing Zen Master Wunian with his seventh-rank strength.

If you are hit by any attack, your health bar will be instantly depleted.

But at this extremely dangerous moment, he entered a state of extreme calm, as if he had entered a state of sage mode after indulging in pleasure.

Everything in front of me slowed down.

He dodged one deadly attack after another with ease, and thrust his sword into the image of Fudo Myo-o, creating ripples.

A hint of surprise flashed in Wu Nian's eyes. His hands, which had been clasped together, suddenly formed a mysterious mudra, and a golden Buddha phantom appeared behind him.

Those golden eyes fell upon Gu Jinzhao, and the Buddha's lips parted slightly, releasing a chanting sound:

"The sword is karma, killing is sin..."

"By taking refuge in the Buddha, one attains great freedom..."

This sound did not merely enter the ear, but struck directly at the soul.

Gu Jinchao felt the sword in his hand growing heavier and heavier, his knees going weak, and he even thought of abandoning the sword and kneeling before the Buddha, to seek out a world without strife or hatred, a world of peaceful and tranquil life.

"The sacred chants that save the world?!"

"Oh no! Zen Master wants to convert his junior disciple Gu into Buddhism!"

Upon seeing this, Second Elder Chen Jianzhou's expression changed drastically.

In ancient times, a high-ranking monk used this supernatural power to guide a second-rank demonic master into the state of Zen.

Now that the Zen Master is performing this technique on the Cloud Platform, his intentions are self-evident.

Grand Elder Chu Wuyai immediately snorted coldly: "Zen Realm's actions are against the rules!"

The Qingyun Sect has finally produced a sword cultivator with a clear sword mind; if he were to be converted to Buddhism, it would undoubtedly be a huge loss.

"Amitabha!" Jiekong clasped his hands together and said slowly, "The gathering of heroes from the Six Sects has always stopped when the contest of magic is over."

"If Benefactor Gu cannot hold on, he may simply admit defeat."

The Third Elder, Yun Qihe, had an icy expression and gripped his long sword tightly: "Master Jiekong should know that we sword cultivators would rather break than bend."

"If Junior Nephew Gu admits defeat, it would be tantamount to his sword heart shattering."

He had seen through the calculations of the Zen realm.

By using the "Salvation Chant," the Zen Master placed Gu Jinzhao in a dilemma.

If you admit defeat, your sword spirit will shatter.

If they do not accept it, they will be converted into Buddhism.