Chapter 8: Blood‑Wash Ling Shan! Today the Fómén Must Be Destroyed!

Arrogant!

An aged, thunderous shout rang out from deep within Da Lei Yin Si.

The space rippled.

An ancient, rustic coffin crossed the void.

The coffin lid slid open.

A withered, gaunt old monk sat cross‑legged atop the coffin.

A dim, yellow Oil Lamp hung above his head.

The flame flickered, as if it might go out at any moment, yet exuded a heart‑pounding karmic force.

Burning Lamp Ancient Buddha!

Past Buddha!

One of Fómén's foundations!

He is also the Tathagata's teacher, a former deputy head of the doctrine.

"Subhuti!"

Burning Lamp Ancient Buddha opened his eyes, emitting two beams of pure light.

"This is a sacred Fómén site; it cannot tolerate your rampage!"

"Even if your magical power reaches the heavens, today you wound my Buddha Patriarch and disrupt my Ling Shan; that is defying Heaven!"

"This humble monk urges you to withdraw at once, or else…"

Burning Lamp pointed a finger at the spirit coffin lamp above his head.

Gray‑white flames surged, forming a fire dragon that coiled around him.

The surrounding temperature dropped sharply.

Though the flames were burning, they conveyed a bone‑chilling cold.

It is nether ghost fire.

It specifically burns the Divine Soul!

The Tathagata, seeing reinforcements, felt his heart steadier for a moment.

"Burning Lamp Ancient Buddha! This foe is ferocious; quickly use the Sea‑Settling Pearl to subdue him!"

The Tathagata shouted loudly.

The surrounding Arhats, as if finding a backbone, gathered behind Burning Lamp.

Bodhi Patriarch halted his steps.

He tilted his head, sizing up the old man seated on the coffin.

"Burning Lamp?"

"The one who, back then, listened to the Dao at Purple Sky Palace, never won a seat, and could only hide in a corner and sob?"

Bodhi's voice was low.

Yet it was highly hurtful and deeply insulting.

Burning Lamp Ancient Buddha's withered, bark‑like face instantly flushed to a pork‑liver hue.

This is his dark history!

How does this old Taoist know?!

"Silence!!"

Burning Lamp, embarrassed and angry, flared up.

He waved his massive hand.

Twenty‑four Sea‑Settling Pearls were summoned.

Five‑colored fine light illuminated the heavens; each pearl weighed ten thousand jun, linked in a line, bearing a might that shatters the void, and slammed hard at Bodhi's face!

It is a supreme innate spiritual treasure!

It was the famed Divine Artifact of the former Zhao Gongming of the Cutting Sect, later seized by Burning Lamp and became his proof of the Dao.

"Fine item."

Bodhi nodded.

"What a pity, you chose the wrong master."

Facing the twenty‑four incoming Sea‑Settling Pearls, Bodhi didn't even lift a hand.

He only opened his mouth.

He gently blew a breath toward the whistling Divine Artifact.

"Hoo—"

That breath was exhaled.

The once fierce Sea‑Settling Pearls became like leaves caught in a gale.

The five‑colored fine light above dimmed instantly.

All magical imprints, under that breath, were erased outright!

Clatter.

The twenty‑four pearls lost control, falling like dumplings, clacking at Bodhi's feet.

"My treasure!!"

Burning Lamp was horrified, his spirit jolted, and a gush of old blood spurted out.

Before he could react.

That breath continued to blow forward.

Crossed over the Dinghai Pearl.

Blasted straight toward the life‑bound spirit casket lamp atop the Burning Lamp.

Puff.

A faint sound.

That spirit casket lamp, which had burned for billions of years and claimed to never go out…

…was extinguished.

Just like a candle blown out by a mischievous child.

Not even a spark remained.

"Cough cough cough!!"

The ancient Burning Lamp Buddha seemed struck by lightning.

The life‑bound treasure was shattered, and the foundation of the Great Dao was damaged.

The ancient Burning Lamp Buddha fell off the coffin entirely, landed hard, collapsed on the ground coughing up blood in large gulps, its breath instantly dwindling to the extreme.

In one breath.

Blasted down the supreme spirit treasure.

Blasted out the ancient Buddha's life‑bound lamp.

The entire Da Lei Yin Si was left with only the trembling sounds of the Buddha's teeth.

How can one even fight like this?

This is not even a battle on a single dimension!

This is a max‑level grand massacre in a newbie village!

Bodhi kicked the Dinghai Pearl aside with a foot.

He no longer paid attention to the Burning Lamp on the ground.

His gaze began to sweep through the crowd.

That look.

Like selecting livestock ready for slaughter at a market.

"Since no one dares to go up now."

"Then let's start settling the scores."

Bodhi extended a hand, pointing at a hulking man with a blue face and fanged teeth hiding behind Manjushri Bodhisattva.

It was a Green Lion Spirit.

It was also the monster that, back at Lion‑Camel Ridge, swallowed a hundred thousand Heavenly Soldiers in one gulp and nearly devoured Sun Wukong.

"You."

Bodhi's voice was icy.

The Green Lion Spirit froze all over, its legs went limp, and it knelt down outright.

"Spare me, ancestor! It was my master who ordered me! I was just a mount, powerless!"

"How many people did you eat?"

Bodhi asked.

"No… not many…"

The Green Lion Spirit didn't finish its sentence.

"Lying."

Bodhi grasped through the air.

Bang!

The Green Lion Spirit didn't even have time to let out a Cànjiào; its body exploded into a cloud of blood mist!

Even the Original Spirit was completely annihilated by this single grasp!

Manjushri Bodhisattva was right beside it.

Blood splattered across the face.

He was so frightened his whole body went rigid, not daring even to wipe it off, fearing the next turn would be his.

"And you."

Bodhi's finger shifted slightly.

Pointing at the White Elephant Spirit beside him.

"Having a long nose, no sense of virtue, only knows how to gulp people?"

"What use is that nose?"

Bodhi snapped both fingers together, cutting the void.

Crack!

The White Elephant Spirit's long nose snapped cleanly.

Fresh blood spurted wildly.

"Since you like eating people, then you shall not live."

Bodhi pressed his palm down.

Boom!

The White Elephant Spirit's massive body was instantly flattened into a meat patty by an invisible gravity.

Another Xíngshén jù miè!

The smell of blood.

It pervaded Da Lei Yin Si.

The Buddhas and bodhisattvas who were usually lofty and worshipped by ten thousand now became lambs awaiting slaughter.

No one dared to run.

Because the fastest, the golden‑winged Roc, had just spread its wings and risen into the air, Bodhi's single glance froze it mid‑air.

Its feathers fell one by one.

It turned into a bald chicken and crashed heavily to the ground.

"Puxian."

"Wenshu."

"Guanyin."

Each time Bodhi uttered a name, the person he named shuddered violently.

"Back then Wukong was sealed under Wǔxíng Shān."

"Drank copper juice, yet iron pills."

"Did you go see?"

Bodhi advanced step by step.

His aura, like a Chaos Realm tsunami, pressed the great bodhisattvas so low their waists bent further.

Finally.

Thump!

Thump!

One by one, they all knelt on the ground!

The sound of kneecaps cracking rose and fell.

"Didn't go see?"

"Was it because you were busy?"

"Or perhaps you think…"

Bodhi walked to Guanyin, looking down from above at the bodhisattva who once gave Wukong three life‑saving hairs.

"Do you think a monkey isn't worth your time?"

Guanyin lowered her head.

Cold sweat dampened her white Sēngpáo.

She dared not raise her head to meet those eyes.

The fury within could scorch the Nine Heavens!

"Today."

Bodhi looked around, seeing blood spattered everywhere, seeing the gods and Buddhas trembling on their knees.

His voice, like the cold wind of the Nine Netherworlds, swept every corner of Ling Shan.

"Fómén is not pure."

"Then the old Daoist will cleanse you!"

"Who else is Unyielding?"

"Step forward!"

"Let the old Daoist see how hard the bones of you bald donkeys truly are!"