The snow fell heavier and heavier, the snowflakes fluttering down and blurring everyone's vision.
By this time, even Liuli was injured, and Yu Xin and Ge Yiyuan were covered in wounds.
Of the more than a thousand Buddhist disciples, only a mere thirty or so died, and the rest were full of energy, showing no signs of fatigue after a long and fierce battle.
Meanwhile, one of Zhixin and Zhishang tried several times to break free from Shichan and join the attack to kill Liuli as soon as possible. However, relying on the power of the two divine artifacts, Shichan managed to hold back the two men, whose cultivation levels were both higher than his.
At this moment, Zhi Shang's face was somber. With his right hand, he controlled the various Buddhist artifacts transformed from the Zen Pure Pearl by manipulating a golden bowl. With his left hand, he formed a lotus mudra in front of his chest and pushed it forward. A swastika, as tall as a person, took shape in front of his hand and rushed towards Shi Chan with great momentum.
Behind Shi Chan, Zhi Xin raised his staff and smashed it towards Shi Chan's back. The tip of the staff emitted a golden light that stretched for about a foot, making the staff look even heavier. If it hit Shi Chan, he would certainly not feel good.
Shi Chan felt the heavy light behind him and subconsciously moved to the left to avoid it. Even though he dodged quickly, he only avoided the blow from the staff. The swastika symbol emitted a dazzling golden light, but the edge still hit his right shoulder, causing his shoulder blade to make a terrible "crack" sound.
Although Shi Chan was protected by the Seven Treasures Kasaya, Zhi Shang's cultivation was extremely high. After gathering his strength, the "卐" seal he unleashed still shattered Shi Chan's shoulder blade.
Shi Chan frowned and suppressed his cry of pain. Buddhist power surged through his body to his right shoulder, setting back all the bones that had been shattered by the swastika.
Taking advantage of this opportunity, Zhixin turned around and was about to fly towards Liuli's direction.
Zhi Shang wasn't idle either. He made a hand seal with his right hand, and the golden bowl, with its mouth facing down, emitted a beam of golden light that quickly flew towards the top of Shi Chan's head.
Shi Chan hurriedly retreated to avoid Zhi Shang's golden bowl. Then, as if he had eyes in the back of his head, he threw the prayer wheel in his hand behind him. The prayer wheel grew larger during its flight, quickly becoming as tall as a person, and landed with a thud in front of Zhi Xin.
The prayer wheel emitted a pleasant chanting sound, radiating golden ripples in all directions, firmly blocking Zhixin's path.
Compared to the golden bowl, Shi Chan's speed was ultimately slower. Just as the golden bowl was about to catch up with him, he quickly formed a mudra with his right hand and waved his hand at the Zen Pure Bead. In an instant, the numerous Buddhist artifacts that seemed to be real arrived above his head and formed a circle to block the golden bowl.
Zhi Shang withdrew his angry gaze from Zhi Xin, whose path was firmly blocked by the prayer wheel, and stared coldly at Shi Chan, saying in a chilling voice, "Look, look at the good disciple my Bodhi Temple has taught, truly remarkable! Shi Chan, if this humble monk is fortunate enough to ascend to the Western Paradise, I would truly like to ask Senior Brother Daming, do you regret teaching such a rebellious disciple?!"
Upon hearing this, Shi Chan suddenly trembled.
Zhi Shang's voice was icy as he continued, "And you, Shi Chan, if you ascend to immortality one day, will you have the face to see your master?!"
Shi Chan's expression changed drastically. He remembered the eternally gentle and smiling face of Zen Master Daming and his earnest instructions before his ascension. He stood there stunned.
Zhi Shang turned to look at Zhi Xin and secretly gave her a wink.
With a clear mind and nimble movements, it silently flew around the prayer wheel towards the direction of the crystal.
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