Ru Xin gently put Shui Xin down from her arms, then stood up and turned around.
The instant he turned around, a thunderclap rang out in the clear sky, and at the same time, a hurricane suddenly arose.
His eight arms were each forming a mudra, and his face showed neither sorrow nor joy.
"Wrong... It's not the Eight-Armed Vajra, it's the Eight Supernatural Powers of Buddhism... How is this possible? How is this possible?" Ruxing roared in terror.
The eight supernatural powers in Buddhism can only be comprehended by those with great destiny. These eight supernatural powers are: the power of creation, the power of destiny, the power of cause and effect, the power of reincarnation, the power of strength, the power of formlessness, the power of rules, and the power of stars.
Each of their supernatural powers represents an ability and strength, far surpassing the Formless Dharma Body of their Great Formless Temple.
He never imagined that Ruxin could comprehend the Eight Divine Powers after crippling her cultivation; things are about to get complicated.
“Brother Ruxing…” Ruxin spoke up, his voice coming from all directions, sometimes high, sometimes low, and carrying a hint of disdain for all living beings.
"My attainment of Buddhahood through the breaking of the Dharma body is a stroke of luck, and also an opening of the eyes of Buddhism."
"The actions of the Great Wuxiang Temple over the years will eventually come to an end, and this cause and effect will begin with you..."
“Kill him,” Ru Xing roared.
Whoosh whoosh whoosh… The twelve bronze men roared in unison, tumbling down and charging toward Ruxin with their giant clubs in hand.
Ru Xin flicked one of her right hands and casually swung it forward.
In an instant, his body split into twelve.
The formless supernatural power of the Eight Supernatural Powers: all things are formless, yet they can also be tangible.
With his twelve clones facing the twelve bronze figures, he slowly raised his right hand and casually pointed.
Puff puff puff... All the incarnations stood in their respective positions, but their movements were surprisingly uniform.
He pointed his right hand out, aiming directly at the center of the bronze figures' eyebrows.
The twelve guardian bronze figures of the Great Wuxiang Temple possess immense strength and have developed a body of bronze skin and iron bones.
Their bodies are as hard as steel, impervious to swords and spears.
But with a casual flick of her finger, Ru Xin unleashed a whoosh, and twelve golden rays shot out simultaneously, striking the twelve bronze figures between their eyebrows.
*Thud*... The twelve bronze figures flew backward, each with a bloody hole between their eyebrows.
With her hands clasped together, the twelve illusory figures merged into one, and Ru Xin's face showed a hint of murderous intent.
"You dare to wreak havoc at the Great Wuxiang Temple? You've gone too far!" Ruxing roared, grabbing a golden Zen staff that flew out of the main hall with his right hand.
He then slammed his staff heavily on the ground, opened his other hand, raised it to his chest, and chanted a Buddhist prayer: "Amitabha..."
Whoosh, a huge Dharma body surged up behind him. This Dharma body was three zhang tall, holding a golden Zen staff, with its eyes wide open in anger.
Ru Xin slowly shook her head, a hint of disdain rising on her lips.
With a roar, the enormous Dharma body raised its staff and slammed it down heavily on Ruxin.
Ruxin stood motionless, gazing up at the falling giant staff, muttering to himself, "All conditioned phenomena are like dreams, illusions, bubbles, and shadows..."
"Like dew and lightning, thus should you contemplate them..."
As he finished writing the character "观", he raised his right hand forward in the air and then threw a punch.
Buzz...
A huge golden fist imprint suddenly appeared and rushed towards the Dharma body, the massive fist slamming heavily onto the opponent's staff.
Boom... The entire Dawuxiang Temple shook violently, and even the main hall where the Shakyamuni Buddha statue was placed trembled a few times before collapsing with a crash.
However, the staff suddenly trembled and then disappeared. The enormous Dharma body roared in resentment before vanishing into thin air.
Ru Xing spat out a mouthful of blood, flew backward, and crashed heavily into the ruins.
Ru Xin flashed forward, raised her right palm in mid-air, and was about to end Ru Xing's life.
Just then, a Buddhist chant rang out: "Amitabha..."
A thousand feet away on the back mountain, an old figure appeared. As he slowly stepped out, everything around him seemed like a dream. He took a step across a thousand feet, his body remained still, but the surrounding scenery changed like the wind and clouds.
When he landed, he had already covered millions of miles and arrived in front of Ruxin.
The old monk had a white beard, slightly drooping eyes, and long, thick earlobes, resembling a Buddha.
He stood still on the ground, then slowly raised his eyelids.
The old monk's every movement and stillness was perfectly natural, as if he were one with heaven and earth, and the way of heaven was revealed in every gesture.
The moment he lifted his eyelids, all the strange phenomena surrounding Ruxin slowly disappeared. He clasped his hands together and bowed slightly to the old monk.
The abbot of Dawuxiang Temple, Ruchen, is the head of the five great monks. Ruxin's Buddhist knowledge comes entirely from his teachings.
Immediately afterwards, two more figures arrived, one of the other monks from the Great Wuxiang Temple, Rujian.
Of the five great monks of Dawuxiang Temple, Ruhai is dead, Ruxing is seriously injured, Ruxin has betrayed them, leaving only Ruchen and Rujian.
"Ruxin, how dare you hurt your senior brother Ruxing?" Rujian glanced at Ruxing's injuries and flew into a rage.
Ruxing's life can naturally be saved, but Ruxin showed no mercy when she attacked. It is feared that Ruxing's cultivation will be halved and her realm will stagnate.
"He deserves to die," Ruxin uttered calmly.
The compassion in him had long since vanished without a trace, replaced only by murderous intent.
"He deserves to die?" Ru Jian's voice suddenly rose: "More than ten years ago, the abbot brought you to the Great Wuxiang Temple and accepted you as a disciple on behalf of Master Kongru. We, the disciples of the Ru school, taught you one by one."
"That's how you acquired your Great Formless Dharma Body. Now that you've achieved so much, do you already look down on us senior brothers?"
"My Great Freedom and Formless Dharma Body Divine Power is now useless. I have returned all my cultivation to your Great Formless Temple." Ruxin stepped forward, her expression cold. "The debt of gratitude for being taught has been repaid, but the debt of gratitude for being raised remains, so..."
He suddenly swung his fist and punched himself hard in the chest.
With a sudden jolt in his chest, he spat out a mouthful of blood, his expression immediately becoming somewhat weak.
"This strike is to repay the kindness of my fellow disciples in raising me. From this day forward, I, Ruxin, sever all ties with your Great Wuxiang Temple. From now on, I will settle all grievances and revenge."
"You..." Ru Jian was furious and stepped forward to strike, but Ru Chen stretched out a palm and stopped him.
“Abbot, this is the junior brother you taught on behalf of the master. Now that he’s grown up, he dares to say such disrespectful things to us. Are you still going to tolerate him?” Ru Jian said angrily.
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