Chapter 409: Great Freedom Heavenly Sovereign

Qiao Ling's words hadn't finished when he flicked his index finger.

That wisp of gray-white demon Qi, like a spirit snake possessing life, instantly elongated and drilled straight into the monk's brow.

"Ah—!"

The monk let out a scream that was shrill to the extreme.

He held his head tightly with both hands, rolling frantically on the ground.

In his sea of consciousness, a earth-shattering change was occurring.

The originally golden sea of consciousness was covered with golden chains condensed from Sanskrit.

These chains were deeply rooted in the depths of his soul, locking his true self, forcibly injecting the will of "take refuge in my Buddha, save all living beings."

This was the Fomen's proud art of transcendence; to put it plainly, it was forced brainwashing.

And now, that wisp of gray-white demon Qi had broken into this golden prison.

The demon Qi didn't destroy the monk's Primordial Spirit but transformed into an invisible blade, precisely slashing toward those golden chains.

"Clang! Clang! Clang!"

A series of crisp sounds of breaking echoed in the sea of consciousness.

The Great Freedom Demon Dao emphasized breaking through all illusions and pursuing the true self.

This power was naturally the nemesis of the Fomen's art of transcendence.

As the golden chains broke inch by inch, the memories that had been sealed for tens of thousands of years erupted in the monk's mind like a bursting dam.

He remembered.

He was no protector Jin Gang of Lingshan at all.

He was originally a gray bear spirit from Xiniu Xiuniu Hezhou.

He hadn't eaten people, hadn't done evil, just guarded his own mountain and swallowed the essence of the sun and moon.

Until one day, an Arhat covered in golden light descended from the sky.

Without a word, he beat him into serious injury, then pressed his head and forcibly transcended him.

"Evil beast, you have an affinity with my Buddha, you shall be a protector."

That high-and-mighty voice, accompanied by the transcendence of boundless Buddha light, became his final memory.

When he woke up again, he had forgotten his name and became a protector Jin Gang of Lingshan.

On the square, the monk stopped rolling.

He lay on the ground facing the sky, gasping for breath.

At this time, the fanaticism and anger in his eyes had disappeared completely.

Two lines of turbid tears slid down his face full of flesh.

"My Buddha is compassionate... it's all fake," the monk muttered to himself. "Transcending me to become a Buddha was nothing more than catching a watchdog."

He struggled to climb up and stumbled to Qiao Ling.

"Bang!"

The monk's knees smashed heavily onto the blue stone slab, his forehead sticking to the ground, performing the most pious rite toward Qiao Ling.

"Many thanks to the Venerable One for severing the shackles and returning my true self!" The monk raised his head, tears streaming down his face, his gaze firmer than ever before. "I will not practice this Buddha anymore. I beg the Venerable One to take me in!"

Qiao Ling looked at the monk kneeling at his feet, his expression still indifferent.

"The Great Freedom Demon Dao does not accept servants, only those who have lost their way," Qiao Ling said calmly, spreading his voice all around. "Since you have realized your true self, you are no longer a Buddhist Jin Gang. From today on, I bestow upon you the Dharma name 'Fen Chen' (Burning Anger). Burn away the anger of illusions, and preserve the anger of the true self."

"Fen Chen pays respects to the Great Freedom Heavenly Sovereign!"

The monk knocked his head heavily again, his voice resonant.

The large red cassock on his body transformed into a black tight-fitting outfit.

Although the originally hollow peak Mystic Immortal realm fell to mid-stage Mystic Immortal, his aura became solid and pure.

Su Chen stood behind the crowd, hands folded in his sleeves, looking at this scene, and nodded slightly.

"This kid, he pretends to have more style than me," Su Chen muttered in his heart.

Winning without a fight, directly disintegrating the enemy's faith from the spiritual level, and turning the enemy into his own use.

This Great Freedom Demon Dao really had something.

The Fomen wanted to harvest destiny by transcendence, but Qiao Ling's existence naturally restrained the Fomen's means.

Qiao Ling didn't pay attention to Fen Chen's kowtowing.

He turned around and faced the tens of thousands of people in the square who were still in a daze.

These mortals had been eroded by the Fomen's vow power for years, and their minds had long since become numb.

Even if the Buddha statue collapsed and the Jin Gang turned against them, they still habitually maintained the kneeling posture.

Qiao Ling sighed.

He tapped the ground with his toes, and his figure floated into the air.

Qiao Ling sat cross-legged, his hands forming a strange Dharma seal.

He closed his eyes, and the Great Freedom Demon sound was slowly spat out from his mouth.

There was no deafening pressure like the Fomen's Sanskrit, nor the high-and-mighty etherealness of the Daoist true words.

This demon sound was like a clear breeze blowing across the wilderness.

The clear breeze blew across the square, blew across the streets, and blew across the entire Lin'an City.

The people who were originally kneeling on the ground with empty eyes were blown by this demon sound, and their bodies trembled violently.

They only felt that the invisible intention in their minds that had been forcing them to kneel and forcing them to give up everything had suddenly disappeared.

The old man who first fell at the edge of the square covered his painful abdomen and opened his eyes with difficulty.

He looked at the collapsed pure gold Buddha statue and looked at his own withered hands, his shriveled lips trembling slightly.

"I... what am I doing?" The old man's voice was hoarse.

He remembered his parched farmland, remembered his grandson who starved to death, and remembered that in order to beg for rain, he had traded his family's last mouthful of food for incense.

"Begging Buddha... Buddha didn't give me a mouthful of rice," the old man's eyes were red, and he grabbed a broken stone from the ground and smashed it fiercely toward the broken Buddha head. "Liars! All liars!"

The old man's roar was like a spark falling into dry wood.

More and more people woke up from a dream.

The fanaticism and numbness in their eyes faded, replaced by the clarity after finding their true selves, as well as the anger after being deceived.

"Not worshipping anymore! I'm not worshipping anymore!"

"Tear down this broken temple! Divide the gold and buy grain!"

Tens of thousands of people stood up one after another.

They no longer folded their hands, no longer chanted the Buddha's name.

The originally dead Lin'an City instantly erupted with life and anger.

In mid-air, Qiao Ling stopped chanting.

He opened his eyes, looked at the indignant people below, and nodded slightly.

The human race should never be cattle and sheep raised by gods and Buddhas.

At the same time, above Lin'an City.

The golden destiny cloud sea that had been circling above the city, condensed from the faith of tens of thousands of people, lost its foundation.

"Rumble!"

Accompanied by a dull roar that only cultivators could hear, the golden destiny cloud sea collapsed with a boom.

In the dissipated destiny, a portion fed back into the bodies of the people of Lin'an City, allowing their originally withered bodies to recover a trace of life.

And the remaining destiny transformed into golden light spots, dissipating between heaven and earth, never to flow toward Lingshan in Xiniu Xiuniu Hezhou again.

Su Chen looked up at the sky, his gaze deep.

Eradicating a faith node in Lin'an City might be just a drop in the bucket for the Fomen's massive destiny.

But as long as Qiao Ling exists, his Great Freedom Demon Dao will one day be able to start a prairie fire.

"Master."

Qiao Ling fell from mid-air, walked to Su Chen, bowed slightly, and returned to the appearance of that gentle scholar.

Su Chen took back his gaze and patted Qiao Ling on the shoulder.

"Well done." Su Chen's tone was relaxed. "Since the affairs in this city are settled, we should go."

The people of Lin'an City had awakened, and the Fomen's power had been uprooted.

Next, the people here would rebuild their homes with their own hands, and they didn't need to intervene anymore.

"Is the Venerable One the master of the Heavenly Sovereign?"

Fen Chen, wearing a black tight-fitting outfit, walked up quickly.

He looked at Su Chen; although he couldn't sense any magic power fluctuation on Su Chen, the person who could make the Great Freedom Heavenly Sovereign so respectful was absolutely a great power beyond imagination.

Fen Chen folded his hands and bowed deeply to Su Chen.

Su Chen glanced at him and said calmly: "Follow your Heavenly Sovereign and understand well what the true self is."

"Fen Chen remembers!"

Su Chen didn't say more, walked forward with his hands behind his back, and Qiao Ling followed closely.

Fen Chen straightened up, looked at the broken Buddha statue fragments all over the ground, and a trace of determination flashed in his eyes. He strode to follow Qiao Ling's pace.

"Heavenly Sovereign." Fen Chen fell half a step behind Qiao Ling and lowered his voice. "Going west from here, straight to the border of Xiniu Xiuniu Hezhou, there are three hundred Buddhist temples, big and small. Those places are the same as Lin'an City."

"Disciple is willing to open the way for the Heavenly Sovereign, go all the way west, and save all demons!" ===== CHAPTER 410 =====