Chapter 437: I Am the True Buddha

Huogong Toutuo could do nothing to the lama, and the lama could do nothing to Huogong Toutuo either, but he secretly thought to himself: "His methods are mediocre, just a continuous stream of Dharma Power, and those Divine Abilities and spells are used clumsily. My Dragon-Elephant Great Strength Divine Ability, when pitted against them, actually cannot break all techniques with one force. Moreover, some of these Divine Abilities are familiar; they are the very ones cultivated by the great thieves who were killed. If I were killed by him, I fear my own achievements would be grafted onto him."

He immediately opened his mouth to ask the other three great thieves for help: "Why don't you help me execute him!"

Among the others, the Second Great Thief sneered, "Useless," but the old shaman from the grassland stepped out of the ranks; she coveted this secret technique, believing that if she could refine ten thousand soldiers, she would surely be able to unify the grassland and Gobi, and perhaps even enter the Central Plains to take the throne.

She held a staff that looked like a Western mage's, but this staff was not ordinary; it was called the "Star-Falling Staff."

On this staff was a star gem capable of communicating with the essence of the stars; every time it connected with the trajectories of the stars, it could make the starlight flicker or dim, and even faintly influence their paths—of course, this was merely the "appearance."

Astrological phenomena always have various omens, such as auspiciousness, misfortune, or matters of state; military affairs and sacrifices all require this to distinguish between good and bad fortune.

This shaman understood the principles of destiny and fate better than ordinary shamans.

The Earthly Fiend Seventy-Two Arts she had learned were all spells like "Astrology," "Praying for Rain," "Praying for Clear Skies," and "Buyu."

When she made her move, she merely waved the Star-Falling Staff, which seemed to have no power and revealed no strange phenomena.

Yet, in the void, Xu Jia became a bit more serious.

In the eyes of an astrologer, everyone's destiny is related to the stars; besides the main stars like the Big Dipper, everyone has a "Life Star," upon which the "Heavenly Soul" is entrusted.

The Heavenly Soul governs "Heavenly Mandate."

This old shaman was using the art of fatalism to cover his Life Soul and strip away his fortune.

Star-falling means "to fall."

In an instant, Huogong Toutuo's Life Star dimmed, black Qi emanated from between his eyebrows, and his facial features instantly turned bitter, looking as if he were burdened with deep hatred—this was exactly the meaning of "a face destined to die."

Huogong Toutuo also felt dazzled and confused; for a moment, he felt that something was ten or even twelve parts wrong. His vision suddenly became hazy, as if there were more water vapor, his brain slowed down by half a beat, and even many distracting thoughts emerged.

His Daoist Practice was not high, so how could he understand the arts of heavenly secrets? These were the true "Achievements" after becoming an Earth Immortal: the silkworm senses the autumn wind before it moves, knowing one's fate and not "courting death." If one encounters schemes or curses, one immediately has a premonition.

Ordinarily, it would be fine; the light generated by Riguang Pusa was enough to resist Outer Path curses, but this shaman was not using a curse at all—it was the grand and righteous path, already "technique reaching the Dao," actually using human power to change a person's destiny and heavenly secrets.

If he didn't act now, Huogong Toutuo would die.

Xu Jia immediately blew a breath toward the southeast, and suddenly the heavenly secrets changed, like a butterfly flapping its wings; just in time, a cloud mass covered the sky, turning into a "Canopy," blocking the connection to the Life Star.

This was not a Divine Ability, but an understanding of the "Dao of Heaven, Earth, and Nature."

Blowing a breath was just blowing a breath; there were no other changes.

Baiyun Chanshi said: "This is not good; doesn't he still have a killer move?"

"With Tribulation Qi clouding his heart, he cannot use his killer move."

Yet, below, Huogong Toutuo reacted; having almost been suppressed on the forehead by the Five-Dragon Vajra Pestle, he ignored it and revealed the sword mark on his palm.

The next moment, the lama fell silent; the Sword Qi cut him in two, the Five-Dragon Vajra Pestle also broke in two, and the souls of the five snow-mountain flood dragons wailed once and dissipated between heaven and earth.

Along with him, the three vicious Ghost Gods on his body also had their life force cut off.

As for the shaman, her eyes went blind, her ears went deaf, and blood flowed from her seven orifices.

She peered into heavenly secrets, but the result was only the Heaven unleashing a killing intent. Seeing that she was destined to die here—this was Heaven's will that could not be shifted—she poked out her eyes and deafened her ears, using the remnant to replace death.

This turn of events left the Fengyun Yuechen Four Envoys, along with the remaining two great thieves, terrified.

They all feared the old shaman's abilities greatly, afraid of leaving behind any aura or name, so they all referred to her as "the thieves."

Now she had died silently, and the lama was even more so; a single strand of Sword Qi had cut him in half at the waist, and the Ghost Gods he had bound were like a joke, vanishing into thin air.

Huogong Toutuo took the opportunity to show off: "You want to kill me? Did you ask my ancestor? My ancestor just flicks a finger, and you lose your lives. You still covet the Buddha Treasure? Forty-seven great thieves, forty-seven noobs is more like it!"

Whether this sword mark was still useful or not, he didn't know, but he clapped his palm out, scaring these people into shrinking back.

When he withdrew it, those people angrily took a few steps forward again.

He pushed his palm again, and those people were afraid, so they retreated.

After playing this game a few times, the Fengyun Yuechen Four Envoys realized he was just messing around and playing with them, so they hardened their hearts, signaled to the Second Great Thief and the others, and then attacked together.

The Sacred Fire Sect's Persian techniques were very strange; the Miaofeng Envoy could turn ethereal like a breeze and gather at any time, having a sense of the Yang Spirit's "gathering and dispersing at will." The Liuyun Envoy's body was boneless, and his Dharma Power was as ethereal as drifting clouds; the whole person was light, but if his Flowing Cloud Wind-Flying Sword struck, it was like the power of a great ocean tide, and there was an even greater combined force, "Wind Rolls Scattered Clouds," which could tear a person into pieces. Huogong Toutuo was startled and again brought out the sword mark on his palm, but nothing happened; instead, he had a finger sliced off.

He immediately turned into Sand and left, needing to escape; he could no longer care about anything else.

At this moment, Xu Jia appeared from the void, grasped with his empty hand, and the celestial phenomena changed; the cloud Qi turned into a giant hand, grabbing the Liuyun and Miaofeng Envoys.

The Huiyue Shi was still using a forbidden spell, only to feel his thoughts suddenly stagnate, as if the surrounding time and space had stopped.

The other great thieves were even more terrified, facing a killing intent and sword aura; the Fifth Great Thief directly turned into a jade chrysalis, seemingly wanting to use this to die in his stead.

But the next moment, the jade chrysalis cracked, and he died completely, without any ability to resist.

Xu Jia said softly: "I am very interested in your Sacred Fire Sect. What kind of divine art is your leader practicing that will make him invincible in the world after he comes out?"

Because Xu Jia deliberately kept them, the four envoys did not die; they were only restrained by Xu Jia. Xu Jia's current strength could point and transform eight hundred Leftist Path Earth Immortals in one breath, but that would be too much like pulling up seedlings to help them grow, and they might not even be as good as Huogong Toutuo is now. Even if these four envoys had some skills, they could not compare to Xu Jia.

The Huiyue Shi among the four felt that Xu Jia's aura was very similar to his own leader's, but vaguely more oppressive, and secretly thought: "Perhaps only if the leader completes the divine art can he rival him. If it is before the divine art is completed, I fear it will be difficult to resist."

For a moment, he seemed to see the Bright Venerable descending into the world.

The Huiyue Shi said: "Who are you?"

"You ask me? Since your Sacred Fire Sect has the guts to covet the Jinguang Fobao Sarira, how could you not know who I am? How strange."

"You are that Sword Immortal!"

Xu Jia nodded: "The Jinguang Fobao Sarira is very evil; it is useless for me to obtain it, so it is better to give it up for the people. Why does it feel like your Sacred Fire Sect has a way to use it, or are you going to be like the Jinguang Zhi Guo of the past, suffering without enjoying it, and eventually dying with your Dao dissipated?"

"Huiyue, don't talk to him; we cannot betray the leader. As soon as a thought crosses your mind, he will know everything."

Xu Jia sneered, and the Xichen Envoy's bones began to crack, but they did not shatter; he was just in pain all over.

As someone who started as a leader-level figure of the Leftist Path, although Xu Jia has now washed his hands of it, he hasn't forgotten much of his old methods, and even said to Huogong Toutuo: "Why haven't you refined the Divine Ability seeds of these great thieves and turned their corpses into Diamond Protectors? These few are worth more than everything you gave up before."

"Wait until I interrogate him about the Sacred Fire Sect's techniques, then you can use them directly; you will be the leader of this Sacred Fire Sect."

"Ah? Me!"

Huogong Toutuo was overjoyed to the point of dizziness.

The four envoys were pale, wanting to die to return to the Bright Venerable.

But they couldn't even die if they wanted to.

Baiyun Chanshi couldn't help but come out and say: "Why must you, Benefactor, interfere in this and disrupt Cause and Effect? You are a person from another world; if you disrupt too much, you will inevitably be discovered by the Heavenly Dao. Are you not afraid of divine punishment and heavenly tribulation?"

"Old monk, do not meddle in other people's business." Huogong Toutuo floated up: "Does our master need you to teach him how to do things?"

He seemed like an evil fleece jacket with its master nearby, biting wildly at everything.

After all, no matter how good the Dutian Liehuo Ancestor Inheritance was, it was not as good as picking up a position as the leader of the Sacred Fire Sect right now, and at the same time he secretly thought: "Toutuo, oh Toutuo, you really lack ambition. Before, you only wanted to be a villa master and establish a cultivation family, but now you even have the chance to become a sect leader; you are going to make something of yourself!"

He completely forgot about his previous behavior of eagerly begging Shifang Xiaoheshang for Buddhist scriptures, becoming complacent and forgetting his roots.

Baiyun Chanshi was not annoyed by what he said, understanding that some people were simply not on the same level.

"Benefactor, you should still have some benevolence; otherwise, even if I have to risk this life, I will drive you out of this realm."

He reckoned he could not defeat Xu Jia, so he could only find a way to break Xu Jia's spell that obscured the heavenly secrets, actively expelling and excluding him from the realm, which would also count as clearing a foreign object for the world.

Xu Jia, however, said: "Old monk, I give you a little face, do not take yourself too seriously."

This made Baiyun Chanshi's beard tremble with anger, and he immediately wielded his Zen Staff, flying out eight golden dragons to attack Xu Jia, each golden dragon possessing the strength of a Protector Yang Spirit.

Xu Jia sneered, and with just one release of the Weiji Sword, that flying dragon Zen Staff was dismantled into several raw materials.

"My sword can even slaughter the Great Dragon of Humanity, so what are your golden dragons? You, old monk, have not even attained the Bodhisattva Fruit Position, so how can you see that I am a true Buddha?"

This blow shattered Baiyun Chanshi's Buddha heart, and as he looked at Xu Jia, he faintly saw the eighty perfect marks of a Buddha.

He was terrified in his heart; if a true Buddha descended to the world, shouldn't he be compassionate and save all beings? Why was he so murderous? (End of chapter)