938 Western Land, Ning Ques Bliss (1/2)

The mountain was Buddha, while the cliff plateau was his palm. The lofty Buddha's light, full of stillness and extinct coercion, didn't come from nowhere, but from the palm of Buddha, as well as from the pious belief of countless monks and believers in Xuankong Temple and wildness in the pit bottom.

That was also the case with the scriptures that were winded around the peaks, which were written by Buddha eons ago and piously chanted by his disciples and believers millions of years later. Buddhahood was the gilt of the scriptures, making the power of Buddha boundless.

Sangsang was silently looking at the cliff plateau, the scriptures floating in the wind, and the ray of Buddha's light. She captured multiple views with one glance. The Lanke Temple in autumn many years ago came into her mind.

In that year, a ray of Buddha's light with such stillness and extinction was exposed in Lanke Temple. The light came from the stone statue of Buddha at the peak of Wa Mountain when a clear and crisp bell rang in the hands of Jewel Tree, the chief monk of the Commandment Court.

This year in Xuankong Temple, Buddha's light was grim but was also beneficent. It came from the cliff plateau and the remains of Buddha's palm when the bell rang far away behind the Shrine Hall at the mountain peak.

Buddha's light that year in Lanke Temple was targeted to press and kill the daughter of Invariant Yama. While, this year in Xuankong Temple, Buddha's light was for the suppression of Haotian. As it was known to all, actually nothing had changed, because Haotian was the daughter of Invariant Yama and that the same power of Buddha's light was executed.

Everything was clear.

In order to deal with the Headmaster of Academy, Haotian brewed the plot a millennium ago. Yet before that, Buddha had read the Bright Volume of The Tomes of Arcane while taking notes, so that he knew what would happen and foretold that a round bright moon would certainly emerge when the nightfall was approaching. Mysteries merely fell into the uncertainties of Haotian's advent to the human world and her weakening.

With that, Buddha drew another plot.

Plenty of dharma vessels were left in the human world, such as the Obon Bell and the chessboard. Wherein, the boundless Light of Buddha had been shed under the purpose of keeping the entrance of the Devil's world closed. However, as mighty as Buddha was, how couldn't he know the so-called Devil's World had never existed?

From the beginning to end, she had always been on the hit list of Buddha.

Buddha had been determined to exterminate Haotian.

Yet the Obon Bell was squeezed into a piece of scrap iron, and the stone statue of Buddha at the peak of Wa Mountain was cut into fragments by Jun Mo. The chessboard was taken to the Wilderness by Ning Que and Sangsang.

Nevertheless, the remains of Buddha became a giant mount, infinitely taller than the stone statue on Wa Mountain. The bell in Xuankong Temple was far louder than the Obon Bell. The Buddha's light was all the more powerful.

Sangsang saw everything clearly. As their minds were closely connected, Ning Que also knew all the causes and effects and that the huge mountain where Xuankong Temple was located was actually the body of Buddha.

He was astonished at the moment when no one was shaken.

There was something to do with astonishment, and much to do with the scriptures floating and winding above the mountain. He looked pale around the grills as the scriptures gradually found its sequence and was about to form a whole text.

One character was as large as a temple. Glittering and floating above the Xuankong Temple, thousands of characters in that size covered a large scale and blotted out the clouds. ”Chug.” Ning Que held the knife handle and drew the iron knife in the middle, which had a shimmer that sent chills down one's bones.

As he was about to draw, Sangsang waved her sleeves.

She was dressed in black clothes decorated with flowers, which looked like the most honorable imperial robe glittering against the boundless light of Buddha.

She was the lord of the world.

Her slight waving in the air made fierce winds roared like a dragon passing through the woods and temples. Countless monks were swept off the cliff. The wind traversed in front of Buddha's Shrine Hall, slightly wobbling the ancient bell and disturbing its rings.

At that moment, Qi Mei sat down from his former kneeling position in front of Buddha in the Shrine Hall. While wearing a firm and persistent expression, he held a wood staff and heavily knocked at the wood block in front of him, which was shattered instantly.

Nearly at the same time, the Venerable standing beside Buddha dropped the vajra pestle from the air and heavily hit Qi Mei's head. Qi Mei's skull was smashed, and his brains and blood were scattered.

Blood stains of contaminated the Buddha statue. After that, Buddha's Shrine Hall suddenly stabilized and then closely connected with the mount as one. Monks therewith finally steadied their bodies and minds.

Sangsang's waving sleeves formed wind, the celestial power that couldn't be annihilated at this point. It was drifted up from the peak and instantly came to the point where the text of scriptures consisting of thousands of characters was floating in the air.

Upper clouds were blown apart, and giant golden characters were dissipated and tossed all around. Amid the flickering golden light, the scriptures that were about to come into being had been disordered to a large extent, resulting in great difficulties of reading.

Sangsang broke the scriptures left by Buddha merely by waving her sleeves. Her expressions were increasingly getting dignified.

The reason was that she gained a better perception of her surroundings. While waving her sleeves, she felt a little puzzled, after surprisingly found that she couldn't get away from the cliff plateau with Ning Que.

The power of inhibition on the cliff plateau was neither part of the rules nor regular cultivation. The latter was still within the rules, even if the isolated world above the Five States was still part of Haotian's world. Even with a much weaker body after her advent to the human world, she could still destroy one billion worlds if she were to decide to.

At that moment, it was a macrocosm that trapped them.

How could there be a macrocosm in Haotian's world?

Buddha transformed his body into mounts with numerous temples, harboring countless believers below.

These mounts didn't bear any perception, spirit, or life, but Buddhahood had been nurtured here with countless years of uninterrupted incense-burning, sutra-chanting among the mounts and believers' prostrate worship in the wilderness.

Buddhahood was the awareness shared by monks and believers!

That was why this world had become Buddha land, a true world, a macrocosm of pureness.

This world was in the extremely west, so called the Western Paradise.

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It did not matter that she was in the Western Paradise and unable to leave freely or that she had to fight against at least millions of Buddhist believers. Sangsang didn't mind at all as she was Haotian, the lord who would never lose.

However, she had stayed in the human world for a long time and had been continuously weakened by its power. Thus, she would pay a heavy price if she was going to break the Western Paradise.

She could have wrecked the Western Paradise, but how would she cope with the other threats in the human world, such as Chang'an, the Academy and God-stunning Array, with an extremely weak body?

Therefore she had a bit of hesitation.