On this day, the sky was cloudless and the sun shone brightly.
Zhao Rui sent someone to Bianliang to deliver a declaration of war.
After reading the letter, Zhao Qin replied and then led his troops out of Bianliang.
Both sides deployed their troops outside the city, and for a time, swords and spears stood in a forest, and soldiers were so densely packed that they looked like raindrops.
A long, open area stretching for several miles lay before them.
Xuandu Daoist and Guangchengzi led a large group of Xuanmen disciples forward, their eyes fixed on the opposing military formation.
Before the army formation, light flashed, Buddhist energy swirled, and demonic energy soared into the sky.
Amidst that auspicious light and mist, Shakyamuni Buddha sat serenely upon a thousand-petaled golden lotus, his countenance solemn and majestic.
Behind them, however, was a halo of Buddhist light, and stood countless Buddhas, Bodhisattvas, Arhats, and Jiedi.
Where the demonic energy surged, the Kunpeng Ancestor sat calmly on a chariot, his eyes cold.
A group of demon saints stood behind him, each radiating a powerful aura. Wisps of demonic energy condensed into thick fog above their heads, changing shape endlessly with the wind...
"Buddha! Kunpeng! Come out and speak."
The indifferent voice of the Taoist Xuandu rang out in front of the two armies.
Tathagata and the Kunpeng Ancestor exchanged a glance, then stepped out of their formations and steadily walked towards Xuandu Daoist and his group.
Both Buddha and the Demon Master have set out, and a group of Buddhist disciples and demon saints have followed suit.
Arriving at the center of the battlefield, Shakyamuni Buddha, Kunpeng Ancestor, and the Taoist Xuandu on the opposite side bowed to each other.
"Greetings, fellow Daoist."
"This humble Taoist priest is courteous."
Taoist Xuandu returned the greeting.
After exchanging greetings, they looked at each other, and a brief silence fell over the room. Both felt somewhat helpless and speechless.
After all, in this catastrophe, killing each other has become so common that it seems to have nothing to do with justice anymore...
So, the three of them exchanged a few polite words and then each began to arrange for some of their disciples to make their appearance.
Let them engage in fierce battles on this battlefield, in order to alleviate the calamity they face.
Thus, the fighting continued for several days outside Bianliang.
The disciples on both sides fought fiercely on the battlefield, each displaying their unique skills.
Those disciples with deep roots and exceptional talent, after a arduous struggle, can ultimately attain the true fruition of immortality or Buddhism, and achieve the status of immortals or Buddhas.
Those disciples whose aptitude was slightly inferior were placed on the Investiture of the Gods list and turned to cultivate the divine path, seeking another path to transcendence.
As for those with insufficient inherent qualities, after death they can only fall into the cycle of reincarnation, or simply turn to ashes and disappear completely from this world...
After a fierce battle among the younger disciples, it was finally the turn of the experts from both sides to take the stage.
At this moment, the atmosphere in the arena became extremely tense. Everyone held their breath and waited quietly for the start of this ultimate showdown.
Xuan Du Daoist's face was ashen. He turned to his fellow disciples behind him and asked, "Fellow Daoists, which of you will make the first move?"
Upon hearing Xuan Du Daoist's question, everyone fell into deep thought.
Suddenly, Huanglong Daoist stepped forward, bowed to Xuandu Daoist, and said in a loud voice, "Senior Brother, let me go up first and set an example for you fellow Daoists!"
His tone was firm and confident, as if he had made full preparations.
Xuan Du Daoist gazed at Huang Long Daoist, a hint of admiration flashing in his eyes.
He nodded slightly, indicating his agreement with Huanglong Daoist's request, and instructed, "That's very good, but Junior Brother still needs to be careful and cautious, and must not underestimate the enemy or act rashly."
At the same time, Guang Chengzi also instructed him, "Junior brother, this battle is of great importance, so you must go all out."
We are all disciples of the Chan Sect, and we must never dishonor our sect or tarnish its prestigious name.
Remember this, remember this!
Although Guang Chengzi's words were brief, the concern he conveyed was evident.
Huanglong Daoist nodded solemnly and replied, "Rest assured, senior brothers, I will certainly live up to your expectations!" After saying that, he transformed into a beam of light and fell into the arena.
"You traitor on the other side, if you have the guts, come out and fight!" Master Huanglong landed in the arena, pointing his immortal sword at the other side, and shouted loudly.
This roar was like a thunderclap, shaking the entire battlefield.
It should be noted that there are quite a few people who have apostasy within Buddhism; in fact, the majority of them are apostates.
However, the traitors Huanglong Zhenren referred to were not just other people, but specifically a few individuals like Randeng and Manjushri who had defected from the Chan Sect.
They exchanged glances, but none of them dared to step forward.
What a joke! If they really stood up, wouldn't that be tantamount to admitting that they were the so-called traitors?
While they are undoubtedly traitors, it is unnecessary to make them come forward and admit it.
"What? You have the guts to do it but not the guts to admit it?"
Huanglong Zhenren sneered repeatedly, his sharp, hawk-like gaze sweeping across the faces of Dipankara Buddha, Guanyin Bodhisattva, Manjushri Bodhisattva, Kuru Buddha, and Samantabhadra Bodhisattva in turn.
Finally, his gaze settled on Samantabhadra Bodhisattva, as if in his eyes, Samantabhadra Bodhisattva was the culprit.
As the Bodhisattva Samantabhadra was being stared at by the Yellow Dragon Immortal, he secretly felt uneasy and thought to himself that something was wrong.
Sure enough, the next moment, Huanglong Zhenren provocatively said to him, "Puxian! I'm talking about you, why don't you come out and face your death!"
Samantabhadra Bodhisattva was startled. This Yellow Dragon True Man was extremely rude, daring to challenge him directly in front of so many people.
He couldn't help but think to himself that a battle today was probably unavoidable.
At this moment, everyone's eyes were focused on them, including experts from the Xuanmen sect, Buddhist monks, and elites from the demon race.
If I were to back down under such public scrutiny, I would inevitably become a laughingstock and damage the reputation of Buddhism.
So, Samantabhadra Bodhisattva took a deep breath, calmed his mind, and then slowly urged his white elephant to come into the arena.
He looked at Huanglong Zhenren with a solemn expression and said in a deep voice, "Fellow Daoist Huanglong! It's been many years since we last met. I didn't expect you to still be so arrogant and rude."
Now that I have agreed to this matter, I will naturally not back down.
Let's settle this here!
As Samantabhadra Bodhisattva finished speaking, the whole scene suddenly became tense.
Speaking of which, when they were fellow disciples, the two had a fairly good relationship. However, after he betrayed the sect, even the strongest friendship had to be severed.
Now that they've become rivals, almost to the point of life and death, talking about friendship is almost laughable.
You should know that everyone here is a disciple taught by the Primordial Celestial Venerable.
The disciples of Yuanshi Tianzun were not merciful.
Even Guanyin Bodhisattva, who is known for her great compassion, was known for her ruthlessness during the time of the Chan Sect.
During the Investiture of the Gods, they slaughtered many disciples of the Jie Sect...
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