"He actually dared to come!"
"Not only did he come, but he only brought a few people with him!? Does he think he can flatten Mount Ling with just a few people? I'm afraid he won't even be able to get through the gates of Mount Ling."
The eyes of those hidden around them flickered; some mocked, some scoffed, and some pondered Fang Xiu's purpose in coming.
If it's really a full-scale war, they certainly wouldn't only bring such a few people. Could it be a peace negotiation?
“Brother Xiu, there’s something strange about Mount Ling. I originally wanted to teleport directly to the Great Thunderclap Temple to scare those bald monks, but I encountered an obstacle. The entire Mount Ling seems to be enveloped by some kind of barrier or array.” The fat man said with a slightly solemn expression.
Fang Xiu was not surprised. The methods of the previous era were unpredictable. Just from the setting of the burial ground, it can be seen that the people of the previous era did indeed master some kind of formation.
This method leans towards the cultivation of immortality in myths and legends, commonly known as the methods of immortals. Actually, it makes sense when you think about it. There was a group of spirit masters in ancient times. Perhaps those people weren't called spirit masters back then, but immortal cultivators.
The various divine abilities described in myths and legends are merely legends left behind by ancient spirit masters, which later generations simply refer to as immortals.
“It seems this Buddhist sect really has something. Brother Xiu, should we go straight for it, or go through the proper procedures?” Zhao Hao asked eagerly from the side.
Fang Xiu ignored the two men and stepped forward, saying calmly to the believers on the mountain, "This is an investigation by the Bureau; unauthorized personnel should leave."
His voice wasn't loud, but it strangely spread throughout the entire area, echoing from the foot of the mountain to its summit.
Those who were climbing the mountain, bowing, and worshipping Buddha all stopped and looked toward the source of the sound. Immediately, many exclamations came from the crowd.
"It's the prophet Fang Xiu! He's really here!"
"Fang Xiu, this is a sacred Buddhist site. You are not welcome here. You are the one who should leave!"
“Amitabha, benefactor Fang, this is a pure Buddhist place. Please do not disturb this tranquility.”
Countless believers spoke out in defense of Buddhism, as if Fang Xiu and his group were villains attacking the sacred Buddhist land, determined to destroy this beautiful and peaceful place and ruin people's good lives.
Faced with the public's condemnation and advice, Fang Xiu's reply was only one word.
"roll."
As soon as the word "get lost" was uttered, endless black smoke surged from his body. In the blink of an eye, billions of tiny black particles spread out, like billions of black insects, frantically spreading towards Mount Ling, covering all the believers on the mountain.
The black particles kept pouring into everyone's mouths and noses, and anyone who inhaled them immediately had their most terrifying inner visions reflected in their minds.
"ah!!"
"Help!"
No! No, no!
The screams were like a tidal wave, and the once peaceful Buddhist holy site was instantly turned into a scene of hell.
"stop!"
A loud shout suddenly rang out in the Great Thunderclap Temple. A young monk in white robes strode out, carrying a large bronze bell in one hand. He looked at the believers who were trapped in fear, a flash of anger in his eyes.
Bang!
He slammed the bronze bell onto the ground.
Thump—!
The melodious sound of the bell, like a great bell, resounded throughout the heavens and earth, and a brilliant Buddha light suddenly appeared, piercing through the black smoke that permeated Mount Ling.
The believers, who had been gripped by fear, regained their senses, their faces showing piety, their hands clasped together, and they chanted Buddhist scriptures.
In an instant, the wailing screams that filled the fields transformed into sacred and grand chanting.
“Amitabha, this humble monk Yuanjing greets all benefactors.”
"Little monk, where is your abbot, that old bald donkey Kongjian? Tell him to get out here right now, and bring the Xuanyuan Sword with him!" Yang Ming stood behind Fang Xiu, shouting and cursing with an air of arrogance.
Despite the insults, Yuan Jing remained unperturbed. Instead, his gaze sharpened as he looked at Fang Xiu: "Benefactor Fang, you came here for the Xuanyuan Sword and for Buddhism, so why take your anger out on these common people? They are merely here to worship Buddha..."
"How annoying, Fang Moli," Fang Xiu said indifferently.
Fang Moli behind him instantly transformed into a sword light, fiercely attacking the round mirror.
Yuan Jing frowned slightly and pressed his hands into the air.
boom!
A Buddhist seal radiating brilliant golden light condensed in the void, solemn and majestic, and smashed straight toward Fang Moli.
Fang Moli sensed the terrifying power contained within and was immediately shocked. This was actually a Buddhist seal formed from the light of the mind.
Is this the foundation of the strong from the previous era? They actually used the light of the mind to such an extent!
Fang Moli gritted his teeth, his heart hardening. He couldn't beat a sixth-level abbot, but could he really be no match for a little monk?
He exerted all his strength on the longsword in his hand, and in an instant, sword energy swept across the sky, accompanied by a crisp sword sound, transforming into a stunning rainbow that fiercely slashed towards the Buddha Seal.
boom!
The golden Buddha seal was split in two on the spot, turning into a shower of light that scattered across the world.
Having landed a successful blow, Fang Moli aimed his longsword straight at the face of the little monk Yuanjing. Yuanjing remained calm and unhurried, clasping his hands together and chanting incantations.
The next moment, a golden bell rose slowly from his body.
Clang!
A violent metallic clang resounded, the collision of spiritual light with spiritual light.
Fang Moli transformed the light of his soul into sword energy, while the round mirror transformed into a golden bell. Clearly, transforming into a golden bell was significantly more difficult.
With a crack, the longsword in Fang Moli's hand shattered on the spot, and he was also thrown away by the force of the impact.
The two moves that sent Fang Moli flying left everyone in awe of their terrifying strength.
At this moment, Yang Ming and the others finally understood that the strength of Buddhism was not only due to its sixth-level experts, but also because its fifth-level experts were equally powerful, with various methods comparable to those of immortals and Buddhas.
The various forces watching from the shadows also showed expressions of horror.
Because Yuan Jing didn't look very old, only about fifteen or sixteen years old, but at such a young age, he was already a fifth-level expert, and even knocked away Fang Moli, who was once recognized as the world's number one expert, in two moves.
Admittedly, Fang Moli's strength is largely exaggerated, mostly relying on the Xuanyuan Sword. However, the point is that Fang Moli is the second person in the world to break through to the fifth rank, putting him half a step ahead of everyone else.
In addition, he is quite talented, otherwise he would not have been able to control the Xuanyuan Sword. In other words, even without the Xuanyuan Sword, Fang Moli has never been a weakling among the fifth-tier.
Fang Moli, who was sent flying, did several somersaults in the air before regaining his balance. His face was extremely ugly, not because he was injured, but because he had been humiliated again. Being knocked away by someone younger than him in front of everyone was worse than being killed.
Especially at this time, there are also people with sharp tongues standing by.
Yang Ming asked in a strained voice, "Fang Moli, are you sure you can handle this?"
Upon hearing these words, Fang Moli's blood pressure spiked.
(late)
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