Chapter 5: Descend on Ling Shan! Who Dares to Hide the One I Want?
Western Heaven Ling Shan.
There is no chaos of the Heavenly Court here, but there is an oppressive weight that suffocates.
Outside Da Lei Yin Si.
The eighteen arhats return to their positions.
Three thousand Buddhas chant sutras.
Golden Buddha rays surge skyward, weaving in the air into a massive golden net.
Ten Thousand Buddhas Converging Great Formation.
This is the peerless formation that the two saints Jieyin and Quanti personally laid out back then to protect the fortunes of the Western Faith.
Even a powerhouse at the peak of Quasi-Saint level who breaks in would instantly be transformed by boundless Buddhist law, becoming part of the formation.
Rulai Buddha sits upright at the center of Daxiong Baodian.
He has regained his composure.
This is his home ground.
As long as Bodhi is not a saint, he cannot break this Ten Thousand Buddhas Formation.
"Amitabha."
Rulai whispers the Buddha name, his voice echoing across Ling Shan, "All, calm your hearts and focus your minds. When demonic obstacles attack, just hold your true heart, and Heavenly Dao will protect you."
Six-Eared Macaque sits at the lower seat, gripping the Liántái beneath the throne tightly.
His fingernails are almost embedded in the golden lotus.
"Is it really okay?"
"That old thing just now actually demolished Lingxiao Hall!"
Six-Eared Macaque roars madly inside, yet must keep that pretended compassionate smile on his face, and that smile is uglier than crying.
At that moment.
The sky darkened.
Above the once brilliantly golden Ling Shan, a massive black hole appeared.
It was a wound where space had been forcibly torn.
A foot wearing a black cloth shoe stepped out from that black hole.
Immediately after.
It was the slightly thin green Dao robe.
Bodhi Patriarch hovers above the Ten Thousand Buddhas Formation, looking down at the golden shield that resembles a turtle shell.
"Is this your reliance?"
Bodhi's voice is not loud.
Yet it clearly pierces the layers of heavy Sanskrit chants, drilling into each monk's ear.
"Ten Thousand Buddhas Formation..."
"Back then, Jieyin and Quanti knelt before my cave for three days to discuss the Way with me."
"The things they set up, dare to block me?"
Before the words finished.
Bodhi Patriarch lifts his right foot and stomps heavily on the golden shield below!
There is no fancy divine skill.
It is pure force.
The law of force in its purest extreme!
Crack—!!!
A crisp cracking sound rang through heaven and earth.
The golden shield, capable of withstanding ten thousand troops, under that cloth shoe became as fragile as a layer of cellophane.
Countless cracks, centered on Bodhi's footfall, spread outward wildly.
At this moment.
The chanting of the three thousand Buddhas abruptly ceased.
Puff—!
The eighteen arhats positioned at the formation's eye simultaneously spurt a mouthful of fresh blood, their bodies blasted like cannonballs, slamming hard into the cliff behind.
Boom!
The shield shatters completely.
The golden light across the sky turns into specks of sparks, dissipating into the void.
"What?!"
Guanyin Bodhisattva is startled, almost losing grip on the jade pure bottle in her hand.
"One foot?"
"Just one foot, and it broke the Ten Thousand Buddhas Formation?"
"What realm is this, after all?"
Bodhi Patriarch's figure drops down.
Boom!
He lands on the broad plaza of Da Lei Yin Si.
The incredibly hard diamond ground beneath his feet turns into powder.
A violent gust of air spreads outward.
The five hundred arhats around, who had just been about to form a formation, didn't even have time to scream, and were swept up by the gust, blown apart like fallen leaves, scattering over the surrounding Bodhi trees.
The whole Spirit Mountain.
Except for the area around the Lotus Platform where the Rulai Buddha stands, no one else remains standing.
Bodhi Patriarch brushed the dust off his sleeve.
He looked up, gazing at the Rulai Buddha high above.
"Bodhi fellow."
The Rulai Buddha inhaled deeply, forcibly suppressing the raging turmoil in his heart.
The Buddha light behind him surged, attempting to overwhelm the opponent with its aura.
"You are committing a sin."
"The Fighting Victory Buddha is a meritorious contributor to the pilgrimage, recognized by the Heavenly Dao."
"Today you wreak havoc on Spirit Mountain, thereby opposing the Xīfāng Jiào, opposing the two Saints, and opposing the Heavenly Dao!"
The Rulai Buddha's voice rang loudly, carrying a beguiling power, "Lay down the butcher's knife, turn back to safety. If you retreat now, this humble monk will let it pass…"
"Is this your dying word?"
Bodhi Patriarch abruptly cut off his long tirade.
He didn't even look at the Rulai Buddha.
Those cold eyes, like two sharp swords, pierced through the Rulai Buddha's defense and fixed themselves on the figure beside him clad in a brocade robe.
The Six-Eared Macaque, swept by that gaze, felt all the blood in his body freeze.
He wanted to run.
But his legs were as limp as noodles, unable to move at all.
He tried to hide behind the Rulai Buddha.
But that terrifying aura had already locked onto him; if he dared to move, he would be shattered to pieces the next instant.
"You dress very similarly."
Bodhi Patriarch looked at the robe on the Six-Eared Macaque, which was personally given by Guanyin to Sun Wukong.
He noted the golden band on his head, which is used to restrain Sun Wukong.
He observed the golden bowl in his hand, which Sun Wukong uses for almsgiving.
"You've copied his movements."
"You've copied his voice."
"You've copied his divine abilities."
Bodhi stepped toward the center of the great hall.
With each step, the killing aura around him grew stronger.
The Rulai Buddha's complexion changed dramatically; he raised his hand and emitted a golden "swastika" seal, attempting to block.
"Get out of the way!"
Bodhi didn't even glance, and slapped back with his other hand.
Clap!
The golden seal, imbued with supreme Buddhist law, was instantly pulverized into dust.
The Rulai Buddha's Dharma Aspect was shaken three times by the aftershock of that slap, nearly causing him to fall from the Lotus Platform.
The whole venue fell into Deathly Silence.
The Rulai Buddha… was repelled by a single slap?
Bodhi had already reached the Six-Eared Macaque.
The distance between them was only three feet.
The Six-Eared Macaque trembled all over, his teeth chattering, producing a "clack" sound.
He stared at the old man before him.
Although there was no discernible magical aura, it made him feel as if he faced the collapse of the entire Chaos Void.
"Master… Master…"
The Six-Eared Macaque subconsciously tried to beg for mercy in Sun Wukong's tone.
Clap!
Another crisp crack sounded.
This slap landed squarely on the Six-Eared Macaque's face.
Half of the monkey's face swelled instantly, and several teeth tinged with bloodshot flew out.
"Silence."
Bodhi's voice was soft, yet carried a despairing chill.
"These two words, are they all you can utter?"
He extended his hand.
The gaunt hand slowly grasped the brocade robe on the Six-Eared Macaque.
He pulled hard.
Tear—!
The priceless brocade robe was torn into fragments.
The Six-Eared Macaque let out a scream, trying to shield his body.
But Bodhi's hand did not stop.
He then seized the Pilu monk's hat, ripped it off, tossed it to the ground, and stomped on it hard.
You think just by wearing his clothes, you're the Great Sage Equal to Heaven?
You think just by imitating his speech, you're the Beauty Monkey King?
Bodhi Patriarch seized the Six-Eared Macaque's neck in one grip, lifting him like a dead dog high into midair.
The Six-Eared Macaque clawed frantically at Bodhi's arms with both hands, legs kicking wildly, eyes rolling back, emitting a strangled "he-he" sound.
Bodhi looked at his face twisted by Fear Heart Demon, the corner of his mouth curling into a cruel arc.
Fake.
Forever fake.
Since you love pretending so much...
Bodhi's grip suddenly intensified, his voice like that of a Nine Nether Demon God judging life and death:
Then kneel before me!
Show your true form!!!
End of Chapter
