639 Confucius Says (2/2)

And when Eldest Brother said ”not speak hastily”, the monk stopped chanting.

When Eldest Brother said ”and should not point”, the Chief Preaching Monk felt as if a large mountain had landed on his fingers. His arms fell, and he could not point at Eldest Brother anymore!

The Chief Preaching Monk grew more and more solemn. His silver eyebrows floated in the air and his lips were slightly pursed. He recited yet another scripture. This time, he chanted very slowly. Each word was like thunder and was extremely harsh.

”I heard, that through samadhi, all the mountains, trees, vegetation and land in Sandilya were turned into seven treasures, the public saw, and listened to the wonderful teachings in front of Buddha.”

”Depending on what you think, you can see yourself as blue, yellow, white, purple, red, black, or as wind, or fire, or emptiness, or heat, water, foam, as mountains, or an emperor, or China, or Garuda, or stars, or elephants, or wild foxes!”

The voice of Buddha thundered in the temple, reverberating in the air. The lake waters rolled uneasily and the willow branches by the shore broke and fell. The White Pagoda began to shine in seven colors.

The tens of thousands of believers who knelt on the floor finally heard the sound. They heard the thunderous sound of Buddha and looked up subconsciously into the sky. However, they did not see any signs of lightning.

Countless streams of Qi of Heaven and Earth came all the way from the lands of the Yuelun Kingdom. They brought dust along with them, breaking branches and startling beasts. It came all the way to Chaoyang City and to the White Tower Temple.

The cloud layer in the sky had shrouded Chaoyang City for the entire winter. This winter, other than the gathering and thickening of the cloud, nothing changed. However, even the strange cloud layer seemed to have sensed the horror behind the Chief Preaching Monk's voice of Buddha and began to stir uneasily.

The dark clouds rolled and twisted violently. It seemed like thousands of black snakes were twisting and tearing inside. Occasionally, the clouds would be torn apart, exposing gaps for a very short time, allowing sunlight to fall from them. The sunlight would then be scattered by the clouds into numerous colors and distorted into countless shapes.

The colors of light fell into the White Tower Temple. They were green, white, or black. When the people looked at the colors that fell on themselves, they were at a loss. To the cultivators, the light distorting into various shapes was even more terrifying. In their sense of perception, the light had become venerable Buddhists holding Vajras. They had become terrifying Buddhist beasts and water, and fire that rushed towards them!

Ning Que knew that it wasn't a hallucination, nor the Chief Preaching Monk's spiritual world. It was the real aura of Heaven and Earth. The Chief Preaching Monk had drawn on his power, forging the aura of Heaven and Earth into the shapes of Buddha!

Blood flowed from the corners of his lips. Ning Que did not have any power to retaliate against the powerful Buddhist power and the sky full of Buddhas. He could only kneel, his face pale and twisted in pain. His Snow Mountain and Ocean of Qi seemed as if they would be destroyed the next moment!

Sangsang, whom he was carrying, was in an even more dire situation. When the light rays pierced through the cloud layer and shone on her, her body became layered in black. While her face was pale, it could not hide the inauspicious black color. She began to throw up blood, and like previously at Lanke, she threw up something that was the color of ink!

At that moment inside the White Tower Temple, only the Eldest Brother of the Academy could stand against the Chief Preaching Monk's voice of Buddha. He naturally became the focus of attack for the Buddha power.

Eldest Brother did not see the myriad of colors, wild foxes, enormous elephants or the cruel floods and fires. He only saw the sky full of Buddhas and stars rushing towards him.

Every ancient mythological king had supreme power. Every Buddha in Buddhism legends had supreme power. Every star is the power of Heaven and Earth with unshakable might.

Eldest Brother's bones started to crack. Blood began to ooze from the corners of his eyes and his face grew paler and paler. Even his cultivation state was on the verge of collapse.

However, his expression remained calm and firm.

Eldest Brother looked up at the violently rolling dark clouds. He looked at the seven-colored lights falling from the sky, the ancient Buddhas as well as the stars that were pouring like rain. He yelled, ”He doesn't speak. Strange Powers Interfere Deities.”

He doesn't speak.

The Chief Preaching Monk's eyebrows lowered. A streak of red suddenly appeared on his wizened face, and the voice of Buddha stopped!

”Strange!”

”Powers!”

”Interfere!”

”Deities!”

Eldest Brother would vomit a mouthful of blood every time he said a word. He vomited blood four times since he said four words!

His face paled dramatically; so much that his face looked like clean snowy grounds no one had ever seen.

After he said that, the cloud layer above Chaoyang City suddenly quietened. The tearing clusters of clouds huddled together in fear. The scattered gaps immediately closed.

There wasn't a single ray of light that could pass through the layer of clouds to fall onto the ground. The seven-colored rays of light disappeared and the White Tower Temple returned to its original appearance. The enormous elephants and wild foxes forged by Buddha's power howled and exuded several rays of light before disappearing into the sky. The legendary venerable Buddhists holding Vajras and the kings from mythologies as well as the stars that fell like rain suddenly vanished!

”He doesn't speak. Strange Powers Interfere Deities.”

The Buddhas all retreated!

The aura of Heaven and Earth that had come from all corners of the Yuelun Kingdom eventually stopped, bringing a strong gust of wind to Chaoyang City. The White Tower Temple had just returned to its original appearance but was darkened beyond comparison in a split second.

The Chief Preaching Monk looked at the figure within the swirling sand who could fall at any second. He looked at the figure's robes which were soaked in blood. His silver eyebrows floated slightly as he pondered something.

The crowd inside the White Tower Temple looked at the skies in shock. They did not understand what had happened and many rubbed their eyes, wondering if they were hallucinating.

Master Qi Mei and the cultivation powerhouses from the Buddhist and Taoist sects looked at the scholar. They looked surprised; from Qi Mei's eyes, one could see the respect he had for the scholar.

Everyone knew that the scholar had been heavily injured in order to fight the Chief Monk's voice of Buddha. However, when he spoke, the sky full of Buddhas disappeared. This was sufficient to shock the world.

Mr. First of the Academy was indeed Mr. First of the Academy.

The Eldest Brother lifted his right arm to wipe the blood off the corners of his lips. He looked at the Chief Preaching Monk but spoke to Ning Que who was behind him, ”Teacher said that a gentleman wouldn't stay on dangerous grounds. If we don't leave now, when else should we?”

Ning Que looked at his Senior Brother's back and whipped around, rushing off away from the crowd.

Eldest Brother painfully coughed twice before disappearing once more.

A gust of wind started next to the Chief Preaching Monk.