novelapdf Chapter 764: Demon Dharmakaya
Chapter 764: Demon Dharmakaya
Chapter 764: Demon Dharmakaya
"King Mara!"
Xinjue's shout made Zhang Chengzu tremble all over, as if he was naked in the rain and was losing heat. His body shook uncontrollably.
Xinjue's voice was not loud, but Zhang Chengzu's ears began to buzz constantly. An indistinguishable whistling sound attacked his mind, making him cover his ears in pain.
The clear sky was already covered with dark clouds, and starting from the Nine Mirrors 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.
At the top of the Nine Mirrors Tower, behind Zhang Chengzu, the golden body slowly revived. The golden lotus seat beneath his knees was dyed black by the dark fire, which curled up his brocade clothes and danced freely on his golden hair. Red lines emerged from under his golden skin, and flames ignited from the cracks, like blood flowing from cracks.
Under the tightly closed eyelids of the Buddha statue, 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 rolling around under the Buddha statue with a headache. The sounds of sutras, prayers, scolding, and wailing entered his brain, as if coming from outside in, and from inside out. Covering his ears was useless. His nose clearly smelled the heavy and thick scent of sandalwood, but this scent was also mixed with the disgusting smell of scorched earth and blood.
Xinjue's expression finally began to relax. 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. There was a wail 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 Mirror Pagoda Temple led the guardian monks and tried to rush into the Nine Mirror Pagoda, but they were blocked by the ghost fire. One of the guardian monks tried to force his way in, but his protective magic was burned by the ghost fire and he turned into a charred corpse in a moment. In an instant, 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 in all directions quickly dimmed.
The abbot had cold sweat on his face, but his expression was blank, and it was obvious that he had no idea of the real situation.
Master Shangyi was helpless and said, "We have already stepped into the land of the netherworld. Please gather the monks to resist the difficulties together."
Thick fog lingered around the Mirror Pagoda Temple. From inside the Mirror Pagoda Temple, the fog gradually dissipated, revealing a wider ghostland. From outside the Mirror Pagoda Temple, the fog continued to spread, isolating the inner and outer worlds.
Taoist Hou had arrived late. When he landed in front of the Jingta Temple, he felt his hands and feet were cold. "I'm late. Why is this happening? Why is this happening?"
"Brother Xinjue, you have devoted more than four hundred years to this, why do you go back on your word and let everything 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. Not knowing the reason, he had to turn around and look at the person beside him: "Mr. Mingfu..."
Gong Mengbi smiled and said, "It's okay, just wait and see."
"What about Mr. Mingfu?"
Gong Mengbi said: "I have already started."
Shao Hu was looking at Gong Mengbi. He just raised his head and looked into the distance at Jingta Temple. It was impossible to see any movement at all, and no one knew how he moved his hands.
Taoist Hou went straight into the ghost realm and saw a dilapidated Buddhist temple in the wilderness covered with dark trees - not the Jingta Temple, but the Buddhist Temple.
The plaque of the Futu Temple has not been replaced yet, but the ubiquitous statues of Buddha and Bodhisattva inside and outside the temple have all 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 Futu Temple, chanted scriptures with their eyes closed, and blessed the Master Shangyi who was unable to walk. Master Shangyi held the Fajing Sutra in his hands 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. Phantom fire was licking the Nine Mirrors Tower. The terrible anger and resentful evil energy condensed into the angry image of the Mara King on the top of the Nine Mirrors Tower, but his eyes were never opened.
Taoist Hou 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 graying hair was already disheveled on the top of the tower where the Yin Qi was raging. 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 mobilized 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 manifested 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 golden body's magical power to subdue demons.
Taoist Hou had already put his hand on Zhang Chengzu, but in an instant, black flames emerged from Zhang Chengzu's body, and his protective magic was burned through 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 flames. He stared at Xinjue and asked, "What is this?"
"It is the flame of wrathful heart." Xinjue said: "The fierceness of the Mara King is hard to be defeated, and his wrath is hard to be quelled. The noble Dharma manifests itself as a Vidyaraja, so it has 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 put his hands together, and his golden body shone brightly, but a thousand white bone hands emerged, stained with the deadly power of taking lives. "Since you can't take him away, don't disturb King Mara from returning to his throne."
The thousand white-skeletal hands stretched out into the void, but appeared from behind Taoist Hou and were about to hold him in their arms, unable to move.
Taoist Hou rolled up his sleeves, turned around and pushed out Thunderbolt, repelling the Thousand Bones Hands. He then distanced himself from Xinjue and said, "We have been friends for more than 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 you fail at the last moment?"
Zhang Chengzu opened his eyes and looked towards 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 grinding. Zhang Chengzu, you don't have to struggle. Think carefully. You already remember it!"