"What...what do you want to do?" Jin Fo raised his head with difficulty, his eyes flashing with unease and panic.
Ye Ran did not answer. With a flick of his wrist, the Zhuxian Sword pierced the golden Buddha's chest like a swimming dragon.
The intense pain made Jin Fo grimace, but he still looked at Ye Ran with a mocking expression:
"So it was just to vent your anger... Go ahead and stab me, I'll move on after I'm done..."
The golden Buddha spoke, but then he couldn't utter another word.
Ye Ran then looked at the golden Buddha with a smile: "Why aren't you saying anything? Could it be that you can't recite it silently anymore?"
"What...what did you do?!" Jin Fo stared at Ye Ran in horror.
That sword strike just now precisely targeted the vital points of the golden Buddha's meridians.
At this moment, he felt the energy within his body becoming chaotic and uncontrollable.
The familiar Buddhist scriptures had become a jumbled mess in his mind, making them impossible to use.
One can only passively wait for their consciousness to slowly recover before they can silently recite the scriptures again...
Ye Ran ignored his questioning and turned to walk straight to the altar where the golden Buddha sat.
The golden Buddha's pupils suddenly contracted, a flicker of fear flashing in his eyes.
He hurriedly tried to struggle to his feet to stop it, but his dying body seemed bound by invisible shackles, unable to make any movement...
Ye Ran stood before the Buddha altar, his eyes sharp as knives.
With a flick of his wrist, the Immortal Execution Sword slashed out horizontally, its sword energy like a rainbow, instantly sweeping across the surroundings.
"boom!!!"
After a deafening roar, the ruins surrounding the Buddhist altar were completely blown away by the sword energy, and dust billowed up.
However, when the smoke cleared, everyone witnessed an unbelievable scene:
One of the candlesticks on the altar remained intact, the candle still burning, its orange-red flame flickering leisurely...
Ye Ran stared at the intact candlestick and muttered to himself:
"After enduring such a cataclysmic battle for so long, almost everything that should have been destroyed has been destroyed, but this thing is still intact, and has even been deliberately protected so well..."
As he spoke, Ye Ran turned to look at the golden Buddha, his gaze as sharp as a knife: "It should be quite effective, right?"
A flicker of panic crossed the golden Buddha's face as Ye Ran stared at him, but he still roared:
"What are you talking about?! What can a broken candle do?!"
Jin Fo rebuked him sternly, but his voice clearly betrayed his underlying weakness...
Ye Ran turned to look at the golden Buddha, a mocking smile playing on his lips: "Why are you so nervous if it's useless?"
After his lie was exposed, the golden Buddha remained silent for a moment, then suddenly let out a cold laugh, as if he had given up all hope:
"So what if you know about this thing? You still can't break it, you can't destroy it... You can only watch helplessly as I recover and then take the lives of you bastards..."
A glint of ruthlessness flashed in his eyes.
"Indeed." Ye Ran glanced at the golden Buddha and nodded.
Then, looking at the candlestick, he murmured to himself:
"The Rebirth Candlestick is a precious treasure of Mahayana Buddhism. Not to mention destroying it, even extinguishing the candle is not something an ordinary person can do."
"You...you know what this is??" Hearing Ye Ran's words, the panic in Jin Fo's eyes intensified.
"I not only know..." Ye Ran looked at the flustered golden Buddha, a smile playing on his lips.
"I will open it again..."
After saying that,
Ye Ran turned around and stood directly in front of the golden Buddha. A flash of sword light appeared, so fast that it was almost impossible to see with the naked eye...
In an instant, a golden liquid, like a thread, was drawn out of the golden Buddha's body.
"Having absorbed so much of the blood of Mahayana Buddhism, your essence should be the closest thing to the origin of Mahayana Buddhism, right...?"
"No! You dare!"
An unprecedented panic flashed across the golden Buddha's face. He hurriedly began to silently recite Buddhist scriptures, attempting to establish contact with the distant believers and restore his body.
However, his consciousness, disrupted by Ye Ran, made it impossible for him to remember how to recite the mantra...
Ye Ran flicked his fingers, splitting the golden essence blood in two.
Most of them flew towards the Buddha altar.
A small portion, however, quietly landed on Chen Wuxin's head.
As the essence of the golden Buddha's blood fell onto the candlestick, the candlestick suddenly began to shine brightly, the golden light and candle flame reflecting each other in a dazzling display that was almost blinding...
"Buzz!!!"
The air around the candlestick began to distort.
Gradually, it coalesced into the image of a monk—a monk with a kind face and wearing a kasaya.
He wore an ancient-style robe, his face weathered yet compassionate, his hands clasped together, and a red mole between his brows radiating a mysterious light...
at this time,
The illusory image of the monk was not entirely free; his limbs were tightly bound by four thick black chains, making it impossible for him to move even an inch.
"This is... Nagarjuna, the foremost master of Mahayana Buddhism?"
Wang Xianghe, who was resting from exhaustion, looked at the high monk with surprise and doubt in his eyes.
Without saying a word, Ye Ran swung his sword at the black chains.
Surprisingly, even the incredibly powerful Zhuxian Sword was completely ineffective against the black chains, unable to even make a cut...
"Hahahaha!! That's it??" Upon seeing this, Jin Fo suddenly burst into mocking laughter.
"Young man, you're wasting your time! Those are chains of karma, formed from the obsessions of countless believers. Even the sharpest divine sword in the world couldn't cut them!!!"
Ye Ran looked at the golden Buddha and smiled gently: "Just teasing you..."
"Chen Wuxin!" Ye Ran called out in a deep voice.
“Teacher Ye…” Chen Wuxin quickly responded.
"Absorb his essence and blood, begin reciting the Reincarnation Mantra!" Ye Ran commanded.
Chen Wuxin nodded, then silently smeared the golden Buddha's essence blood on his face.
They were outlined into various Sanskrit symbols.
He then clasped his hands together and began to silently recite the mantra for rebirth in the Pure Land.
As the scriptures were recited...
The golden Sanskrit on his face transformed into starlight, gradually spreading to form a peculiar rune that began to drift towards the high monk...
It landed on the black chains...
"No, no, no!!"
The golden Buddha watched this scene.
The last glimmer of hope faded from his face.
He looked at Ye Ran as if she were a monster.
"Who are you, and how do you know all this?!"
The golden Buddha let out a furious roar of resentment.
Ye Ran looked coldly at the golden Buddha and replied:
"You don't need to know who I am; I'm just keeping my word..."
Ye Ran then turned to look at the golden Buddha and smiled slightly:
"I told you, you'd die a horrible death..."
Looking at the expression on Ye Ran's face,
The golden Buddha's pupils suddenly contracted, and a strange sense of fear began to spread within him...
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