Chapter 763: Mara Dharmakaya
Xinjue's shout shook Zhang Chengzu so much that he trembled all over, as if he was naked in the rain and was getting colder. His body shook uncontrollably.
Xinjue's voice was not loud, but Zhang Chengzu's ears began to buzz constantly. The indistinguishable whistling sound attacked his mind, making him cover his ears in pain.
The clear sky was already covered with dark clouds. Starting from the Nine Mirror Pagoda, the entire Mirror Pagoda Temple seemed to be sinking and falling into the dark and gloomy void.
The nine bronze mirrors of the Nine Mirrors Tower glowed brightly, resisting the force of this sinking.
Atop the Nine Mirrors Pagoda, behind Zhang Chengzu, the golden figure slowly revived. The golden lotus seat beneath his knees was stained black by ghostly flames, which curled up his brocade robes and danced freely in his golden hair. Crimson lines emerged from beneath his golden skin, and flames ignited from the cracks, like blood flowing from a cracked wound.
Under the Buddha statue's tightly closed eyelids, the eyeballs kept trembling, as if it was trying hard to open its eyes and take another look at the world.
Zhang Chengzu was already writhing under the Buddha statue in a headache. The sounds of mantras, prayers, scolding, and wailing filled his head, seemingly coming from outside in, and then from inside out. Covering his ears was useless. His nose could clearly smell the heavy, rich scent of sandalwood, but it was also mixed with the sickening smell of scorched earth and blood.
Xinjue's expression finally relaxed gradually. After going all the way to the end, he could finally give up all the inner struggles, which made him feel more relaxed and at ease.
Xinjue looked at the golden plate facing the sky at the top of the tower, then flew up, revealing his golden body in mid-air. The moment he landed, he punched the golden plate. Then, a wail was heard from the golden plate, and it twisted into a piece of scrap metal under Xinjue's fist.
Thick fog began to appear around Jingta Temple, and the sunlight gradually faded away.
The monks in the temple ran around. The abbot of Jingta Temple led the guardian monks and tried to rush into the Nine Mirrors Pagoda, but they were blocked by the ghost fire. One of the guardian monks tried to force his way in, but his protective spell was burned by the ghost fire and he turned into a charred corpse in a moment. No one dared to move.
Master Shangyi was rescued, but his legs were numb and he could not move, so he was carried to the Nine Mirrors Pagoda by the monks who served him.
"How could this happen?" Master Shangyi looked up at the nine-story tower shrouded in phantom fire. After the golden light on the top of the tower went out, the remaining light from all directions also quickly dimmed.
The abbot's face was covered in cold sweat, but his expression was blank, and it was obvious that he had no idea what was really going on.
Master Shangyi was helpless and said, "We have already entered the underworld. Please gather the monks to resist the difficulties together."
Thick fog swirled around the Mirror Pagoda Temple. From inside, the fog gradually dissipated, revealing a vaster ghostly realm. From outside, the fog continued to spread, isolating the inner and outer worlds.
Taoist Hou had already arrived late. When he landed in front of the Mirror Pagoda Temple, he felt his hands and feet suddenly cold. "I'm late. Why is this happening? Why is this happening?"
"Brother Xinjue, you've devoted yourself to this for over four hundred years. Why are you going back on your word and letting it all go to waste?"
Taoist Hou took a deep breath, looked at the thick fog separating the Yin and Yang worlds, and strode into them: "Four hundred years of hard work, how can it be destroyed in an instant."
Not far from the Jingta Temple, Shao Hu was watching the changes in front of him. Unaware of the reason, he turned around and looked at the person beside him: "Mr. Mingfu..."
Gong Mengbi smiled slightly and said, "It's okay, just wait and see what happens."
"What about Mr. Mingfu?"
Gong Mengbi said: "I have already started."
Shao Hu was looking at Gong Mengbi. He just looked up at Jingta Temple in the distance. It was impossible to see any movement, and no one knew how he moved his hands.
Taoist Hou went straight into the ghost realm and saw the dilapidated Buddha Temple in the wilderness covered with dark trees - not the Jingta Temple, but the Buddha Temple.
The plaque of the Futu Temple has not been replaced yet, but the statues of Buddha and Bodhisattva everywhere inside and outside the temple have turned into hideous-looking demons with their eyes slightly open and surging with anger.
He walked into the temple without any hindrance, but when he turned around, the gate of the temple had disappeared.
The monks gathered in the Buddha Temple, closed their eyes and chanted scriptures, blessing Master Shangyi who was unable to walk. Master Shangyi held the Dharma Mirror Sutra and protected the monks with the Buddha's light from the sutra.
The brilliance of the golden plate on the Nine Mirrors Tower had completely dissipated, and the phantom fire licked the Nine Mirrors Tower. The terrible anger and resentment condensed into the angry image of the Mara King on the top of the Nine Mirrors Tower, but his eyes were not opened.
Hou Laodao breathed a sigh of relief: "It's not too late."
Star-like light appeared around him, protecting him, and then he soared into the sky and flew to the top of the Nine Mirrors Tower.
Xinjue's gray hair was already disheveled on the tower top, which was swept by the raging Yin Qi. He turned around and looked at Hou Laodao, saying, "You are late."
Taoist Hou did not look at him, but at Zhang Chengzu who was sitting cross-legged under the golden body of King Mara. His aura had already merged with that of King Mara behind him, but his face still showed a ferocious look of struggling.
Taoist Hou said, "It's not too late." As he spoke, he had already summoned his magic power, and two ferocious tigers condensed around him, pouncing towards Xinjue, while he himself flew towards Zhang Chengzu, wanting to take him away from the golden body of King Mara.
Xinjue did not stop Taoist Hou, but just showed his golden body and said, "You can't take him away." Two ferocious tigers pounced on him from the left and right, but were chopped apart by Xinjue's magical power of subduing demons with his golden body.
Taoist Hou had already placed his hand on Zhang Chengzu, but in an instant, black flames emerged from Zhang Chengzu's body, burning through his protective technique in an instant, leaving his hands charred.
Hou Laodao had no choice but to retreat. If he didn't, his body would be burned in the dark flames. He stared at Xinjue and asked, "What is this?"
"It is the flame of wrathful heart." Xinjue said, "The great Mara King's fierce power is difficult to subdue, and his wrath is hard to quell. He honors the Dharma and manifests himself as a Vajra King, so he possesses this merit."
"The Dharmakaya of the Ming King..." Taoist Hou looked at the increasingly ferocious and terrifying golden body behind Zhang Chengzu and said, "You have already gone astray."
"There is no such thing as an evil path. Troubles are Bodhi. There is no place that is not the right path." Xinjue clasped his hands together, and his golden body shone brightly. But a thousand white bone hands emerged, stained with the deadly power of death. "Since you can't take him away, don't disturb King Mara from returning to his throne."
The thousand white bone hands stretched out into the void, but appeared from behind Hou Laodao, ready to hold him in their arms, unable to move.
Taoist Hou rolled up his sleeves, turned around and launched a thunderbolt, repelling the Thousand Bones Hands. He then distanced himself from Xinjue and said, "We've been friends for over four hundred years, why has it come to this?"
Xinjue said: "Don't worry, I will extradite you."
Taoist Hou shouted, "Zhang Chengzu! Wake up! After four hundred years of hard work, how can we fail at the last moment?"
Zhang Chengzu opened his eyes and looked at Hou Laodao. Xinjue had already stepped forward, and the Thousand Bone Hands appeared and disappeared like a ghost, rushing towards Hou Laodao.
"Four hundred years of hard work? That's four hundred years of torture. Zhang Chengzu, you don't have to struggle. Think carefully, you already remember it!"
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