Chapter 363 - Wentians Magic Power (1/2)
Before long, the hall in front of the Devil Repressing Tower had drawn countless independent cultivators. Everyone looked up, staring at the pillar of moonlight aiming at the apex of the tower. The extraordinary treasure must be hidden here, they thought. One of them yelled, “The extraordinary treasure is inside! Let’s overturn the tower!”
The crowd pulled out their flying swords and magic treasures and started striking the tower. However, the tower didn’t move in the slightest. Someone noticed the eighteen statues of Arhat under the tower and cried, “Eighteen Arhats! Push them over first!”
They started destroying the eighteen statues of Arhat, with twenty to thirty people targeting a figure each. The monks rushed over in a panic. Master Xuanji’s expression took a disastrous turn. “Stop, all of you! You’ll cause a great disaster!”
However, everyone was so focused on the extraordinary treasure that his warning couldn’t reach them at all. It was at this moment that two silhouettes descended from the sky—Yi Tong and None-flower Dust. Master Xuanji pointed at them, speechless. “You! YOU!”
Yi Tong chuckled. He imbued his voice with energy and yelled at the tower, “Brother Xiao, are you inside?”
Inside the tower, Xiao Chen immediately knew that Brother Yi had come to save him. Overjoyed, he yelled back, “I’m here!” He quickly understood what was going on when as he recalled all that clamor about some extraordinary treasure hidden in the tower. He yelled, “Brother Yi, I found so many ancient cultivation methods and strange, extraordinary treasures! Come in quick and give me a hand!”
The morale of the group of demons inside got a boost after so many helpers came from outside. They started putting all their effort into directing their collective demonic energy at the stone wall. The only exception was the Koo-chee beast, which continued to blink its large eyes. “Koo-chee… Wuu… Koo-chee…”
When the independent cultivators outside heard that there were indeed treasures inside the tower, their efforts doubled. Many of them even relayed the information to other cultivators under the mountain via Faraway-voice Transfer. In no time at all, more people made their way to the Devil Repressing Tower on flying swords.
Yi Tong laughed cheerfully. “Of course! Brother Xiao, keep calm! I’ll be there shortly! Oh, but let’s get this straight. Whoever who snatches the treasure gets to keep it! No arguments about it!” he said, all while blocking Master Xuanji’s Mace of Exorcism with one palm.
The hall fell into a complete state of chaos. Seven or eight statues of Arhat had already fallen. The Devil Repressing Tower continued to rock and looked as if it was going to collapse at any time. It was right at this moment that a wizened sigh came from the distance. “Since you came here on your accord, you should leave on your accord as well…”
Toward the end of his sentence, a storm swept the place and sent countless independent cultivators flying. What greeted them was the sight of a thin, bearded old monk dressed in plain clothes, strolling toward them. In an instant, a powerful aura shocked everyone present to the core and stupefied them into not daring to take any reckless action. The cultivators flying over from all directions were stagnant in the air. As if frozen by an incorporeal force, they could move no longer.
Master Xuanji composed himself before yelling, “Senior Quechen!”
It was the monk sweeping the grounds, Zen Master Quechen. He sighed and flicked his sleeves at the quaking Devil Repressing Tower. “Quiet,” he muttered, and the tower moved no more. Inside the tower, Xiao Chen and the other demons were forced backward by more than ten feet. The force even sent some of the weaker demons flying.
Outside the tower, Zen Master Quechen looked at Yi Tong and None-flower Dust. “The Spirit Silence Room and the Human Realm don’t meddle in each other’s affairs. Your unannounced presence here today truly makes things difficult for me…”
“Report!” a little monk suddenly cried, running over in a panic. “Bad news, Master! The crowd is forcing its way into the Dharma Hall and Pavilion of Scriptures…”
Master Xuanji turned pale. Both of those places contained a library of the monastery’s most profound cultivation methods. If they were uncovered by outsiders tonight and used as blackmailing material in the future, how could Wuyin Monastery stand tall anymore? Inside the Pavilion of Scriptures were numerous classics, the only one left of their kind in this world. If they were damaged tonight, their loss would be unmeasurable!
Zen Master Quechen sighed. “Forget it. Take the disciples with you and leave this to me.”
Master Xuanji bowed and led all the disciples to the front of the mountain without another word. Zen Master Quechen once again turned to look at Yi Tong and None-flower Dust. “Do you two plan on leaving on your own, or do you plan on a long stay in the monastery?”
His aura was so dominant that it rendered Yi Tong and None-flower Dust speechless. Xiao Chen’s voice erupted from within the tower. “Brother Yi, are you alright?!”
“I’m fine! Don’t worry about me!” Yi Tong replied with great difficulty. He started casting a spell with both hands. The purple-golden gourd hanging around his waist rose up the air and began expanding in size.
Zen Master Quechen’s expression changed, but he was one step too late in stopping it. “Thump!” The gourd exploded, giving rise to the incessant wailing of demons and a sudden storm. Dark clouds gathered, covering the moon, and an overwhelming Devil Qi soon enveloped a range of ten miles. One could faintly hear an overcast voice saying, “The wailing of eight thousand devils quakes the Three Realms and sends hundreds of thousands of Gods and Buddhas running for the Western Paradise!”
Under the weight of such potent Devil Qi, everyone had a hard time breathing. Both Nascent Soul Realm and Nirvana Realm cultivators could feel a force that was unprecedented in its magnitude. This Devil Qi was as powerful as it was upright and was not contaminated by the slightest hint of evil influence.
The vicious devils imprisoned under the Devil Repressing Tower were shaken to the core. They had been howling and wailing without care earlier, but they were now as quiet as officials who were meeting their sovereign. That deranged devil on the third floor was silent, too afraid to declare himself the Devil King.
Outside the tower, Zen Master Quechen’s face was drenched in cold sweat. He rapidly recited a spell so that a layer of golden glow coated his body, helping him ward off this powerful Devil Qi. Yi Tong looked pale but continued to cast spells nonetheless. Suddenly, a gloomy voice once again came from inside the gourd. “Glorious Blaze of the Five Aggregates!”
When five streams of black fog swirled and charged at Zen Master Quechen, his expression fell. He swiftly chanted, “Four Elements of Vanity!” A layer of Great Dharma mystic arts immediately covered his body.
However, when those five streams of black fog struck him, his face turned a frightening shade of white and his forehead became beaded with sweat. His entire body seemed to have become ignited with the fire of karma.
The Glorious Blaze of the Five Aggregates was the last and the worst hardship out of the eight sufferings in life as prescribed in Buddhism. The Five Aggregates, also known as the Five Skandhas, included form, sensation, perception, mental formation, and consciousness. Once one clings onto these five aggregates, one would burn by the fire of passion and experience seven hardships before reincarnation: growing old, dying of illness, condemnation, hatred, regret, separation from loved ones, now getting what is wanted. All of these could sink one in the sea of suffering forever. To followers of Buddha, this was an incredibly harmful matter.
This skill was indeed an attack designed to pull the Buddhist cultivators into the dark side. In terms of malevolence, it was second to none.