Chapter 780: Entering and Escaping the Tribulation (2)
A ray of Buddha's light surged in the palm of Monk Sanzang's hand, supporting a small Buddhist kingdom of only ten feet in radius.
The stunningly beautiful woman and the wonderful saint lady were like two crazy women in this Buddhist country, fighting hysterically... Various moves were not very powerful, but extremely cruel and vicious, and they specialized in grabbing eyes, painting faces, bursting breasts, and kicking genitals, which poured out like a tide, as if they would not stop until they disfigured the other party and made the other party unable to have children or grandchildren.
Monk Sanzang looked up into the distance, admiring the Yunlan scenery.
He silently adjusted the flow of time in the Buddha's kingdom. In a moment in the outside world, several days and moons had already passed in the Buddha's kingdom.
A full quarter of an hour passed like this outside. Then he shook his hand, the Buddha's light shattered, and two women with disheveled hair and faces covered with scratches rolled out, panting, and staring at each other viciously like two fighting cocks.
"Wan Miao, oh, you are still a white lotus with a black stamen!" The stunningly beautiful woman shook her body, and her gorgeous robes, imperial crown and other accessories that were almost torn were instantly restored. She raised her head proudly and ridiculed the "truth" of Saint Wan Miao's "white face and black heart".
"Nunu is at least still a white lotus... unlike someone else, who even has a granddaughter... hee, the lotus pod must have shriveled up, right?" Saint Wan Miao twisted her slender waist and fell towards Monk Sanzang in a delicate manner. Her hands were like snakes and she hugged Monk Sanzang's arms.
"Nu Nu, I have been keeping my virginity for Brother Sanzang!" Saint Wan Miao cast a seductive look at the beautiful woman: "If you don't believe me, I can sleep with Brother Sanzang and prove it to you on the spot!"
The beautiful woman's face turned black, and she shouted sternly: "You lowly bastard!"
Wan Miao Saint Lady said with a leisurely smile: "You are noble, you are innocent, how come you even gave birth to a child?"
Monk Sanzang waved his hand gently: "Enough, everyone, shut up."
Saint Wan Miao immediately shut her mouth and rubbed her pretty little face against Monk Sanzang's arm like a kitten in heat, feeling extremely disgusted.
The beautiful woman had a gloomy face, her ten fingers were twitching like crazy chicken claws, wisps of sharp fairy light twisted on her nails, and terrible rays of destructive rhyme rose up. It seemed that if her attack exploded, it would not be a small fight just now, but a destructive blow that would shake the world!
“Yaohua, don’t be angry. You and Wan Miao have known each other for so many years, and you know what kind of temper she has.” Monk Sanzang looked at the beautiful woman tenderly and said softly, “Wan Miao is just harsh in words. We all know that your sacrifice is actually for our big plan… Among the three of us, you are the one who has paid the most and contributed the most!”
A beautiful woman...she has the most special status among the Eighteen Saints of Taoism. She is the 'little sister' of the Qingyang sect in Taoism. She is married to a powerful saint-level being. As a woman, she is 'no one dares to mess with' or 'no one dares to touch' in both the Yin-Yang and Tiandao sects and the Buddhist sects. The 'Holy Mother Yaohua' who 'no one dares to mess with' or 'no one dares to touch' cast a seductive glance at Monk Sanzang.
"You damned monk, you still have some conscience." The Holy Mother Yaohua chuckled and naturally wrapped her hands around the other hand of Monk Sanzang: "So, have you roughly figured out the plans of those four?"
Monk Sanzang nodded slowly: "We have roughly figured it out. This wild mountain is their most important place to set up their troops."
With a smile, Monk Sanzang said softly, "If I hadn't personally gone there, who would have thought that they had secretly planted so many saints, Buddhas, barbarian kings, and demon kings in this poor and remote place?"
"If those high and mighty people are not on guard, and those four release these guys who should have perished long ago from the wilderness, haha, that would be a real catastrophe... You and I are both in the calamity, and I'm afraid it will be difficult for us to survive."
Holy Mother Yaohua frowned and said, "The Taoist sect has these four people, so what about the Buddhist sect? They should have help!"
Monk Sanzang pondered for a moment and shook his head gently: "In the Buddhist sect, I have not found anything over the years. They all follow the rules and are very serious. There is no one who does anything secretive... But I have been secretly investigating for many years and I do have a few suspects, but they don't seem to be in the Buddhist territory, but hiding in the Taoist sect."
The pupils of Holy Mother Yaohua and Holy Lady Wanmiao shrank at the same time.
The monk Sanzang raised his head, looked at the clouds drifting across the sky, and said softly: "Bury the past, bury the present, bury the future... After the three burials, you will be greatly liberated... I have cut off all causes and consequences, hey..."
Wan Miao Saint Lady hurriedly twisted on his arm like a leech clinging to it tightly: "Oh, other karmas can be severed, but you dare to sever the karma with me... Believe it or not, I will make you sever it in two?"
The gaze of Saint Wan Miao swept across a certain part of Monk Sanzang in an extremely subtle manner.
Holy Mother Yaohua's face turned cold, and she stared at Holy Lady Wanmiao: "Bitch, if you want to be naughty, you should choose the right time. Now, let's talk about serious matters."
Saint Wan Miao tilted her head and glanced at Saint Yao Hua provocatively: "Isn't it true that I am talking about something serious? If he breaks the karma between you and me, what is the point of all our hard work over the years?"
Monk Sanzang sighed, "Stop joking, let's talk business. Wan Miao is planning to use the strange things generated by her lower world temple Wan Miao Tian to detonate the Demon Suppression Ridge, so that the monsters and evil spirits in the wild mountains can return to Liang Yi Tian. No matter what the four have planned, as long as the Demon Suppression Ridge is in chaos, their plans will naturally be exposed."
With a cold laugh, Monk Sanzang said in a deep voice, "Especially, before I made my move, I deliberately sent Jile Huanxi, Ming Wang Chennu, Shijie Fo Lao, and the sacrifices of the Taoist sect to their deaths... These were also some very important chess pieces. With so many of them lost at once, plus the death of my 'original body', I think they must have been somewhat thrown into disarray."
"If the Demon Suppression Ridge is detonated in time, no matter how well-planned they are, some of it will be exposed."
"It's you, Yaohua..."
Monk Sanzang looked at Mother Yaohua very gently and said, "I heard that things are not going well?"
Holy Mother Yaohua frowned and stamped her feet lightly: "Back then, you brought the method of calamity and the 'wheel of destiny' that served as the hub of the method of calamity from that place... Didn't you find anything wrong?"
Monk Sanzang frowned.
The cyan-gold Buddha light flashed rapidly in his eyes, and he quickly recalled the past events.
All the details in the memory are carefully analyzed bit by bit, the level of detail is just like cutting a tiny ant into 180,000 pieces, grinding each piece into millions of tiny particles, and then carefully observing them with a microscope that has a billion times the magnification.
He carefully reviewed the experience of tens of thousands of years using such meticulous means and countless thoughts.
With the unfathomable abilities of Monk Sanzang, such a detailed and demanding review still almost exhausted his spiritual power in a short period of time. A few drops of cold sweat dripped from his forehead and fell on the hard rock. The majestic vitality slowly spread, and on the rocky ground within a radius of several feet, green grass sprouted and hundreds of flowers bloomed. Several immortal herbs that seemed to have been cultivated for thousands of years also grew slowly.
One thought gives rise to all things.
Just a few drops of sweat from Monk Sanzang created such an extraordinary phenomenon.
After pondering for a full half an hour, almost exhausting his spiritual power, Monk Sanzang slowly nodded: "The origins of the calamity method and the 'wheel of destiny' are clear and understandable, and there is nothing suspicious about them. So, is there anything wrong?"
Mother Yaohua's expression darkened.
She grabbed the monk Sanzang's arm and whispered, "Over at Taiwei..."
Saint Wan Miao hurriedly said, "Taiwei... Oh, that's your precious daughter? Hey, you have a daughter now!"
Monk Sanzang's face also turned gloomy. He raised his right hand, and his palm turned into the size of a water jar cover. He grabbed the face of Saint Wanmiao and wrapped and sealed her entire head.
The Holy Mother Yaohua had a murderous look on her face. She stared at the struggling Wan Miao Saint for a long while. Finally, she sneered and looked at Monk Sanzang's face with a touch of gentle charm and love: "Taiwei came to me last time and said that her disobedient daughter Bai Yuan and her son-in-law Yin Yuan seemed to have made some small mistakes."
"The Great Law of Disaster has been in operation for hundreds of years. Now should be the peak moment when the fire is boiling and the oil is boiling, and the harvest is the greatest. However, Taiwei has not gained much... I have not gained much benefit from Taiwei either."
"On the contrary, the weather of the Prison Suppression Lineage has made an extremely abnormal and rapid progress."
Holy Mother Yaohua frowned: "Could it be that all our hard work will end up benefiting those thief monks of the Prison Suppression Clan?"
Monk Sanzang's face became extremely gloomy and murderous.
He raised his head and looked towards the endless and desolate mountains in the south. He took a deep breath, and Mother Yaohua considerately took out a top-grade elixir surrounded by mist and very gently fed it into Monk Sanzang's mouth.
Monk Sanzang swallowed the elixir.
After a while, Monk Sanzang withdrew his hand that was covering Saint Wanmiao's face, and the five fingers of his right hand moved rapidly. He began to pinch his fingers and silently use his magical powers to deduce the secrets of heaven bit by bit.
However, his deduction is extremely difficult.
Suddenly, Monk Sanzang's face changed drastically: "No, it's not just those three little thieves who have ascended to Buddhahood... From now on, you must never mention that guy's name. He actually!"
After the monk Sanzang performed the "three burials", he used his incomparably strange magical powers to directly cross the bottleneck that everyone in Liangyi Heaven envied and broke into the highest realm of Liangyi Heaven... This time, he used the supreme magical powers he had just acquired to deduce the source of the sudden and substantial improvement of the Prison-Suppressing lineage. Surprisingly, with the great power he now possessed, he was unable to figure out the causes and consequences of the sudden emergence of three Buddhas in the Prison-Suppressing lineage!
There is an existence whose strength is no weaker than his, who, with his own great magical powers and great strength, has contained all the information and all the causes and effects related to the Prison Zhenyuan lineage... Monk Sanzang's deduction encountered a very strong obstacle.
But this breath is not from the Buddha of Precious Light and Merit.
Very familiar...it comes from the Prison-Suppressing Buddha!
The Prison-Suppressing Buddha of Mysterious Light actually broke through that bottleneck before the monk Sanzang.
Monk Sanzang clasped his hands together and exclaimed in a low voice: "Horrible, terrible, my original body was certainly sent to the south to die. I also knew that he and his companions would definitely die in the south this time, but I didn't know that it was him... Haha, fortunately I have this deduction today, otherwise we will suffer a great loss in the future!"
With his eyes flickering, Monk Sanzang wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, looked at Mother Saint Yaohua and Saint Lady Wanmiao, and reminded them very seriously: "Remember, in the future, don't mention his name..."
Then, a surge of rage grew in his heart. Monk Sanzang's body trembled slightly. He murmured in a low voice: "To allow him to break through in one step, how much luck and destiny did their lineage have? The ultimate beneficiaries of this great method of disaster should be us. Why, why ..."
"It's weird and mysterious. But..."
Monk Sanzang looked at Mother Yaohua with a subtle gaze: "Yaohua, did you really follow my instructions and arrange everything?"
Holy Mother Yaohua looked at Monk Sanzang with great grievance: "You, don't believe me?"
Saint Wan Miao gritted her teeth and sneered, "A mother who gave birth to a child with a wild man... well..."
Monk Sanzang’s big hand covered Saint Wanmiao’s head again.
He nodded slowly: "How could I not believe you? But I am afraid that when you were arranging it, you might have been deceived by the people below... Or, your nominal husband... Did he? Did he notice something?"
Holy Mother Yaohua frowned, "Him? He is devoted to cultivation and doesn't care about worldly affairs. Now I am in charge of all his disciples and sect affairs. Nothing can be hidden from me, big or small. He... It's impossible!"
Monk Sanzang was silent for a long time. He gritted his teeth, took a deep breath, and began to deduce again.
The invisible and traceless strange power shuttled through the void, gradually covering the various people related to the calamity law. The fate trajectory that permeated the void was moved, and the fate of many people was strangely distorted.
Some people who are destined to be rich will have their fortunes destroyed in one day.
Some people who could have become immortals died instantly today.
Some people who originally lived a carefree life inexplicably encountered disasters.
Some people who have been healthy and free from disasters throughout their lives suddenly suffer from the five signs of decline.
All kinds of negative forces were entwined around the threads of fate, madly corroding, entangled, twisted, and changed... Monk Sanzang unscrupulously spied on the fate of these people, forcibly observed their past, and destroyed their future.
He is a 'transcendent' being who has abandoned the past, present and future.
He was like a fisherman standing on the river bank, holding a sharp harpoon in his hand. With a sneer on his face, he stabbed the harpoon into the river again and again with disdain, easily stabbing and strangling fish of all sizes to death.
With his current cultivation and current Taoism, only a few powerful people standing on the river bank could possibly notice his actions. However, Monk Sanzang carefully avoided the "gaze" of those powerful people of the same level and did not alarm them.
After all, the power of "fate" and "destiny" is insignificant when it comes into contact with the great power of Liangyitian.
Monk Sanzang's attainments in this area are definitely top-notch!
In the Demon-Suppressing City, beside Ming Lake, on the exquisite waterside terrace.
Bai Di was shirtless, with his hair tied up in a high ponytail, wearing light grey bell-bottom pants and soft-soled cloth shoes. He held an ordinary black wooden sword in his hand and performed slowly, move by move, a set of 'cotton sword' techniques that he had bought from somewhere, suitable for old ladies to exercise.
He fought very seriously and attentively, as if all his energy and spirit were put into every move.
It felt as if this was a set of supreme scriptures that pointed directly to the limit of the avenue and could help him attain the supreme position of a sage...
Several young men dressed in tight clothes, looking strong but with cold faces stood quietly at the edge of the terrace, looking at Baidi with reverence - these young men didn't know what Baidi was doing. In their opinion, this set of swordsmanship was full of holes and a mess, but since this set of swordsmanship came from Baidi's hands, it must contain some kind of magical Taoist rhyme.
Therefore, they racked their brains, pondering Baidi's every posture, every movement, and even every subtle change in expression.
After pondering for a long time, they were still confused and couldn't figure out what Baidi was doing.
The next moment, several young men rolled their eyes at the same time, and fell to the terrace with a bang. Baidi was startled, and strands of sword light gushed out from his pores. He instantly turned into a human-shaped light shadow. The black wooden sword in his hand vaporized directly, and a sword shadow condensed by a sword light was held in his hand. Around the Jingshe, layers of sword shadows continued to emerge, turning into a changing killing array that enveloped the entire Jingshe.
Monk Sanzang put his right hand behind his back, held his left hand in front of his chest, raised an index finger, on which lay a emerald green damselfly. He slowly took a step out of the air and walked in front of Baidi with a smile.
The sword in Baidi's hand flashed, and a trace of murderous intent pierced straight into Monk Sanzang.
Monk Sanzang smiled and raised his left hand. The fragile dragonfly on his fingertips flapped its wings. With a crisp "clang" sound, the sword light of Baidi was suddenly shattered.
Bai Di groaned and retreated backwards in an extremely embarrassed manner. He almost knocked down the railing of the terrace with his butt and plunged into the bright lake outside.
"May I ask your name, senior?" Bai Di finally managed to steady himself and asked in shock.
"My name is Sanzang... Zang means 'bury you'." Monk Sanzang smiled gently. He shook the index finger of his left hand, and the dragonfly on the fingertip swayed gently in the breeze with a graceful posture.
"You don't need to ask me where I come from or where I'm going... I have no origin or destination. I follow my nature and my heart... Well, I do whatever I want, without being bound by the 'laws', 'rules', 'regulations' or other worldly principles that you have identified."
Shaking his head, Monk Sanzang squinted at Baidi and said, "Little girl Taiwei said that things are not going well for you. So, I am here to help you. Some things must be accelerated, and some gains must be increased... If you can't do it well, then let someone else do it!"
Before Bai Di could react, Monk Sanzang looked at him suspiciously again: "Or, are you trying to make a profit from this?"
Baidi was horrified!
