Chapter 324: True Buddha? I think it's more like Mara

Feeling the Merit fed back to her after she had once again caused five Three-digit True Buddhas to fall into demonic ways.

Little Algol hummed a little tune in a very beautiful mood as she walked down the streets of the Flower Capital.

Having not seen the streets for a long time, Little Algol observed the various passersby around her while chatting happily with someone.

"Buddhism really lacks nothing but a pile after pile of ugly freaks."

"Hey, don't even say it, even after Little Algol makes them fall into demonic ways, they can still pretend to be Buddhas."

"Ma ma, don't worry about Little Algol; what can that bunch of ugly monsters even do to Little Algol?"

"You should be the one paying more attention on your end."

"To be fair, having them fall one by one is still a bit slow; next time, let's just stage a Mythology shift."

After whispering with Su Nian for a while, Little Algol stopped at a crossroads and looked up at the opposite side.

On the other side of the road, five monks draped in bright red kasayas with twelve scars on their heads stood on the opposite bank, silently chanting scriptures, their gazes sharp as they looked at Little Algol.

Seeing this, the corners of Little Algol's mouth curled up, and a clown-like manic smile appeared on her face.

She raised her hand and waved a greeting.

"Hey, bald donkeys."

Facing Little Algol's mockery, the monks across the road remained indifferent.

"Heh, a bunch of trash, can't even trade barbs."

Little Algol laughed mockingly; facing the encirclement of these few monks, she did not have a shred of worry.

If it were the God Kings or great beings of other God Groups, she might have had a bit of trouble.

After all, there is ultimately a limit to what can be exerted in the lower levels of Little Garden, and with the strength cap absolutely locked, numbers have an absolute advantage.

The upper levels are fine; Little Algol can be confident that she could suppress them with one hand, but in the lower levels, that is not necessarily the case.

Of course, this refers to other God Groups, not Buddhism; Buddhism is naturally calculated separately.

The current Little Algol can confidently call herself a Buddha Enemy; any Buddha who attempts to oppose her cannot avoid undergoing the test of an Inner Demon.

If the test fails, they will fall into being a demon.

And once they become a demon, isn't that within the scope of what Little Algol can manipulate?

Just as Little Algol's voice fell, a white-browed monk wearing a Buddhist robe on the opposite side stepped forward and pressed his palms together.

"Amitabha, Heavenly Lord Algol, we few do not have the intention to be enemies with Algol; we have come here for only one thing: please, Heavenly Lord Algol, sign the treaty for the God Slayer War."

"If so, we shall naturally depart."

"Ho~ sounds better than it sings."

Little Algol picked her ear and said with a disdainful expression.

"Since you all are so sincere..."

Little Algol deliberately drew out her tone, watching the faint joy in the eyes of the few monks before her, and suddenly changed her tune.

"Then swear to Shakyamuni: if I sign the God-Slayer Treaty, and there is any existence in Buddhism that makes a move against me, will you all voluntarily fall into demonic ways?"

"Demonic monster, how insolent!"

Behind the old monk, a young-looking monk held a staff and smashed it heavily onto the ground.

"Mere crooked ways and evil paths, and you are worthy of having us swear to the Buddha?"

Little Algol, opposite him, raised an eyebrow at him and couldn't help but laugh.

"Ho, good fellow, another Buddhist disciple who has entered my Demon Gate."

"No, this isn't my Demon Gate anymore; it's more like a disciple of Mara."

However, when mentioning Mara, a cold light flashed in the depths of Little Algol's eyes.

Heh, just a clown who split off a part of her former Spirit Status; she would take it back sooner or later.

Hearing this, two more monks revealed angry expressions.

"Audacious demon, how dare you distort the identity of us Buddhist disciples?"

Little Algol lowered her head to look at them and shook her head helplessly.

"Sigh, really, is the identity of us Demon Gate disciples so embarrassing? You still need to use a Golden Body to cover it up."

As soon as she said this, the young monk's expression changed instantly, as if he had been poked in a sore spot, revealing a Wisdom King Angry Aspect; he was just short of taking out a magic weapon to fight Little Algol to the death.

"Amitabha, why must the benefactor be so sarcastic toward us?"

The old monk looked at Little Algol with a bitter expression.

He could naturally see that his own disciple had long since entered the demonic path, and as for the culprit...

It was the one before his eyes; it was precisely because they tried to divine Little Algol's location that they were instead checkmated by her, and an Inner Demon entered their bodies.

If it weren't for the fact that the Golden Body forged over long years had taken effect, they would have likely been purged by Buddhism long ago.

Although Buddhism protects its own, that is on the basis that you are still a Buddha.

"Benefactor, why don't we have a bout right here, how about that?"

The old monk closed his eyes, not daring to look directly at Little Algol; he was afraid of triggering his Inner Demon again.

"Master!!"

"Master, why are you talking to this evil demon?"

"Grandmaster, just watch us directly subdue the demons and eliminate the evil!"

"Great Might Heavenly Dragon!!"

"Great Luo Staff!!"

Watching a palm and a staff smash toward her, Little Algol blew at the hair on her forehead.

In an instant, the Great Luo Staff, carrying the force to split mountains and shatter rocks, and the Buddha Light-flashing shell of the Great Might Heavenly Dragon appeared with several extremely fine cracks.

From the gaps, one could vaguely see countless resentful souls and withered bones, with endless resentment entwined around them.

"Whoa, good heavens! Tibetan Buddhism? It actually hasn't been wiped out completely by Yang Jian and the Heavenly Army yet?"

Algol raised her eyebrows in surprise; even though she considered herself a Demon King and a Demon Star, the methods used in Tibetan Buddhism to forge Buddhist artifacts exceeded her imagination and understanding.

A being like this is actually a Buddha granted a Buddha Spirit Grid by Little Garden Central?

"Evil heretic, stop spouting nonsense here!"

"Haha, you're flustered."

Algol revealed a mocking expression identical to Jerry's, clenched her four fingers into a fist, and pointed her thumb at the monk who was clearly flustered.

"Why don't you keep attacking? Smash down! Let's see if your Golden Body shatters faster, or if my head gets smashed by you first?"

Algol sneered, revealing snake-like golden slit pupils.

"A bunch of Mara, yet you're still there pretending to be True Buddha; don't make me laugh my head off. If you want to fight, then fight; if you want to come at me, then come at me. Show some of the spirit of a Demon Gate disciple!"

"Buddhism cannot be insulted; this Little Monk advises the Heavenly Lord to watch your own conduct."

The white-browed old monk took out his staff and struck the ground heavily.

"Then come on, let's see who walks out with the identity of Buddhism."

Hearing this, Algol revealed a ferocious smile.

In an instant, the entire Outer Gate was shrouded in thick, poisonous smoke.

"Watch out for the poisonous smoke."

The old monk had just roared when, the next second, he let out a wail and vomited a mouthful of black blood.

"A bunch of idiots, you didn't even notice I had been poisoning the air the whole time; even the Demon Gate looks down on you for this."

Algol opened her Petrified Demon Eye and said, sounding disappointed in their incompetence.

"How infuriating!"

The young monk couldn't hold back; his figure flickered, revealing his Buddha Golden Body.

The next moment, a ten-thousand-meter-tall golden Great Buddha appeared out of thin air, fiercely swinging toward the right arm of the golden dragon, smashing down at Algol in a rage.

"Senior brother, I'm here to assist you!"

Accompanied by another roar, an Eight-Armed Wisdom King Dharma Image suddenly emerged, joining forces with the previous Coiling Dragon Great Buddha to attack Algol.

For a time, this Outer Gate, with its hundreds of millions of square kilometers of land, was shrouded in black smoke and Buddha Light, cutting through and intersecting as they slaughtered each other.

At the same time, pairs of gazes came from Heaven, staring at this battlefield in the lower realm.

——

"It's started."

At the San San Si Wu Outer Gate, in the courtyard of the Thousand Eyes residence.

Su Nian held a cup of hot tea, sitting on the edge of the corridor, gazing into the distance at the battlefield separated by countless Boundaries.

Beside him, Shiroyasha, whose figure had shrunk into that of a loli, was picking at her toes, unhappily drinking her "fat-happy water."

It's just that for some reason, there was a distance of two people between her and Su Nian.

Feelings have faded after all.

"Just letting that vain one make such a scene, are you really not afraid of getting dragged into it?"

Dragged in? Su Nian raised an eyebrow, yawned, and said.

"Dragged in? They had better hope that I really have nothing to do with Algol."

"When you are suspected of having weapons of mass destruction, you had better actually have them."

"They wouldn't dare to investigate deeply."

"Oh? Interesting, tell me about it."

Shiroyasha climbed to Su Nian's side in two or three steps, curiously pricking up her ears.

"Don't you see they don't even dare to truly attack right now?"

Su Nian pointed to the battlefield beyond the countless Boundary Gates and said.

Don't look at the grand momentum of Algol fighting those monks; apart from the grand momentum, there was nothing but momentum.

Those monks didn't dare to use their full strength at all, fearing that if they exerted themselves, their Golden Bodies would be corroded by the poison of the Inner Demon.

Shiroyasha opened her mismatched eyes, looked at Su Nian and Algol strangely, and said speechlessly.

"Doing this, aren't you afraid the Great Monk will blame you?"

"That's right, if the Great Monk really blamed us, the Vajra Pestle would have already landed on that vain one's head; it seems the Great Monk has tacitly approved."

"Geez, such a big thing and you didn't even tell me, so I could go blackmail... ah no, make a trade."

"I just confiscated a batch of good materials for building Golden Bodies from the Ouroboros warehouse a few days ago."

"It seems the Great Monk also wants to see how many of these hundreds of millions of Buddhas in Buddhism are True Buddhas with Enlightenment, right?"

Su Nian didn't speak; after all, the facts were just like that. Their so-called little tricks were far too obvious in the eyes of the World-Honored One.

After all, the truth that He wields is 【Causality】; Su Nian didn't think there was anything that could be hidden from Him.

He was likely caught red-handed back when he was in the Type-Moon World.

However, since it was tacitly allowed, he wouldn't be polite; he would just act as if the Great Monk didn't exist.

Climbing up the pole as it is offered—this is an essential skill for a qualified scoundrel.

He wanted to confirm his bottom line for causing trouble; he always felt the Great Monk might be a bit too tolerant of him.

This way, he could have some peace of mind when causing trouble.

Su Nian shook his head slightly, and after a self-deprecating smile, he revealed a confident expression.

"Is this... Athena has also entered the fray?"

(End of chapter)