Chapter 651: Blood Splattered on the Mountain
When a true dragon travels, wind and rain will follow.
Now, the six people fighting on the mountain all have great magical powers. Their fight immediately caused the wind and clouds to change color and thunder and lightning to strike.
The moon within the moon was obscured by the turbulent clouds and winds, quietly gazing at the place where the wind was howling.
Master Pobi battled King Tonghui, his golden form ablaze with light, a presence that hinted at a state of untouched by all dharma and a repellent of all evil. His Buddhist teachings were based on the principle of severing external attachments and leaving the heart free from worry; his mind was like a wall, rigid and upright.
Every punch and kick of Zen Master Pobi represents the reality in his heart and is not affected by the external emptiness.
As for the external empty appearance - King Tonghui obtained it with the water method, and used the knowledge of past lives to assist in observation. Water has no fixed shape, sometimes it is like wind and rain that moistens everything, sometimes it is like a raging sea tide. With the ability of constant flow and the unity of all things, he was able to barely stop the steps of Zen Master Pobi - but in fact he had already fallen into a disadvantage.
When one reaches the middle level, no matter which sect or school one belongs to, the path they take is the same, which is to cultivate the spirit, or the state of mind, spirit, inner scene, and self.
King Tonghui relied on his supernatural powers, their foundation resting on his knowledge of destiny, leading him to calculate everything and orchestrate the overall situation. Success and failure depended on Xiao He. The more he relied on his supernatural powers, the more he realized that now that they were broken and he was being plotted against, his steadfast Daoist heart was instantly shattered, like a small boat in raging waves, already teetering on the brink of collapse.
This is not only a great loss of spiritual power caused by the destruction of supernatural powers, but also a decline in the spiritual heart.
Using water as a Dharma, it reflects the unshakable, resolute and diligent mind of Zen Master Po Bi, which is the same inside and out, just like a towering mountain that is indestructible.
Meanwhile, King Tongze was facing the old monk Zhanmin, and was in an unbearable predicament. He had lost his life once before in Zhenshan, and although he had been resurrected, he was undoubtedly the weakest of the Five Tongs.
Old Monk Zhanmin has practiced for many years, and even when King Tongze was at his peak, he would not be his opponent, let alone now that his level of cultivation has declined.
Compared to his treatment of the Immortal Jin Ting that day, the methods used by Elder Monk Zhan Min today were far more brutal. The so-called demon-slaying method was the wrath of thunder.
The god Weituo came close with the demon-subduing pestle in his arms, with the force to crush mountains and split the earth. The old monk Zhanmin then displayed the form of Thousand-Armed Avalokitesvara, and struck the golden bell with his thousand hands, producing endless demon-subduing thunder sounds that shook the void. The sounds were not only directed at King Tongze, but also covered King Tonghui and King Tongkuan under the bell sound.
King Tongze separated himself from the form of ghosts and gods, held up the demon-subduing pestle of the god Weituo, and was shaken by the sound of thunder, causing his blood to surge and his spirit to tremble. It was as if there was a loud thunder in his head, and he could hardly think.
He used his telepathy to calm his mind, looked up, and saw that the golden bell struck by the Thousand-Armed Guanyin was not a Buddhist Dharma, but a real huge golden bell.
King Tongze gnashed his teeth and said, "They even brought the golden bell from Hanshan Temple. This shows that they have been planning this for a long time."
Hanshan Temple is a bustling temple of worshippers, its bells carrying the prayers of Gusu's faithful. For millennia, its resounding sound has become a rare treasure. The magical power of the Thousand-Armed Guanyin image can even emptied a person's mind, rendering their telepathic abilities useless.
Old Monk Zhanmin raised his sword and pointed it at King Tongze from a distance.
King Tongze was so frightened that his soul was about to die. When the finger was pointed out, he felt the danger of his soul being annihilated. He tried to turn into wind and leave, but then he heard a bell ringing.
“Bang—”
His body froze as he was hit right between the eyebrows by the sword of the old monk Zhan Min. Then his head was raised high, his body fell backwards, and he quickly fell towards Zhenshan.
"Third brother!"
King Tongfu was the strongest among the three, but he was stopped by Taoist Tiezhu and could not help his two brothers.
His mental confrontation with Taoist Tiezhu has reached the point where electricity is generated in the void and thunder is felt in the dark. A cold wind arises in the void, interwoven with lightning and thunder. The qi of the two men is stimulated to the extreme. Once anyone relaxes and reveals a flaw, he will be hit by the other's thunder.
If the thundering sound of the Golden Bell was a stone weighing on the spirit of King Tongquan, then the lightning-fast defeat of King Tongze by the old monk Zhanmin in one encounter was the last straw that broke the camel's back.
King Tongfu's energy relaxed for a moment, and the next moment, Taoist Tiezhu stretched out the yellow-skinned iron bamboo surrounded by purple air and struck it in front of him.
King Tong Kuan parried hastily, waving his palm forward, with the sun and moon stacked in his palm, carrying the power of the sky, blocking the iron bamboo.
With a loud thunder, King Tong Kuan flew back, his right palm pierced by five thunders, his entire arm was charred and he lost his life.
Taoist Tiezhu followed closely, but King Tongkuan did not fight back. Instead, he flew down, grabbed the collar of King Tongze's clothes with his left hand, and turned the celestial wheel on his head to mediate the creation and infuse it into the falling King Tongze. His eyes shone like the sun and the moon swords, stabbing at the old monk Zhanmin who came to kill him.
Old Monk Zhan Min put his palms together, and Guanyin's Thousand Hands held him in his palms, blocking King Tongkuan's sight, and exploding cold flames flying in the void.
King Tongze did not die, but was seriously injured. With the help of fate, he was able to prolong his life and finally boost his magic power. He stood up again and did not fall to his death on the mountain.
But the Taoist priest Tiezhu and the old monk Zhanmin surrounded them on either side. The deity Skandao towered like a mountain, his vajra gleaming with a cold light. The Thousand-Armed Avalokitesvara's thousand arms, like blossoming lotus flowers, gently tapped the golden bell, a resounding sound barely audible, a display of incredible demon-slaying prowess.
Taoist Tiezhu was surrounded by clouds, and the five images of Thunder Gods could be vaguely seen. The Five Thunder Orders shone in the sky, and the void was filled with Kui characters formed by the clouds.
King Tongfu and King Tongze stood back to back, and King Tongze shed tears and said, "Brother, it is I who harmed you."
King Tongfu stood with one arm across his chest, his eyes gleaming brightly as he said, "We are all brothers, sharing the same bed, in life and death."
The gust of wind roared beside King Tongze, transforming into a wind dragon. He said sadly, "Today, you and I, brothers, will both die here."
King Tong Kuang looked calm. He looked at Taoist Tiezhu and then at Elder Monk Zhanmin and said, "Why are you two forcing each other so hard? If you kill me, you will pay me back with blood."
Taoist Tiezhu and old monk Zhanmin did not say a word. Only the endless lightning and thunder sounds generated in the void intertwined and completely submerged the two of them.
"No!"
King Tonghui, who was fighting with Zen Master Pobi, shouted in anger and stood there in a daze. Zen Master Pobi hit him in the chest with the Demon Subduing Fist, breaking his bones and tendons on the spot, and blood spurted out on the mountain.
In the mountain town, in the chessboard formation.
Gong Mengbi continued to question King Tongji: "Xiao Wulang, you must know your origins, why don't you tell me?"
King Tongji kept muttering, "Mother won't harm us. It's impossible, impossible."
Gong Mengbi frowned and couldn't help but wonder if he had calculated wrongly.
Could it be that King Tongji is not the key to solving the mystery?
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