Chapter 535: Obsidian Bullet

A group of monks arrived.

They were not the bald saints of the Great Sun Monastery, but real monks; the leading monk was old, with long white eyebrows hanging down almost to his shoulders.

The five monks behind him were slightly younger, their faces solemn.

The old monk had a face showing some sorrow and a sallow complexion, walking at the front.

Each person left a clear footprint with every step, walking steadily on the ground, as if measuring each step, yet moving extremely fast, approaching in just a few blinks.

All the monks had their hands clasped in front, heads bowed and eyes downcast, chanting sutras.

"Not Ananda and Kasyapa, are they?" Nezha asked.

"No," Tang Luo said.

"Then who are they?"

"I don't know them," Tang Luo said, coughing once.

"Not from the Great Thunderclap Temple?" Nezha sounded strange.

Looking at their uncommon aura, their cultivation was not low; in this world without heavenly and earthly spiritual energy, late-stage cultivation was basically impossible.

So these people must have entered this world when the Mountain-Sea Realm shattered.

"Not every monk is from the Great Thunderclap Temple on Spirit Mountain," Tang Luo said. The Mountain-Sea Realm had countless monks and temples; the Great Thunderclap Temple on Spirit Mountain was merely the strongest.

Not all "monk temples" take the Great Thunderclap Temple as their model, treating it as a holy land.

Just as not all Daoist cultivators consider the Heavenly Court their aspiration.

A true cultivator's bow to the Buddha is to the Buddha in their heart, not necessarily the Tathagata Buddha.

"And even if they were monks from the Great Thunderclap Temple, I couldn't possibly know them all."

Tang Luo continued, the Great Thunderclap Temple had tens of thousands of monks.

"That's right, I don't know all the heavenly soldiers either," Nezha nodded.

"Anyway, these people must know where Ananda and Kasyapa are; since they don't know, no one does." Tang Luo said, "Let's go, let's ask them."

Tang Luo descended from the sky, landing before this group of monks.

The group stopped; the leading old monk lifted his lowered brows and eyes, gazing at Tang Luo with a hint of sorrow, his still-as-ancient-well face showing surprise, then he bowed and said, "Paying respects to the Holy Monk."

Inside the Great Thunderclap Temple, few actually call Tang Luo "(Fighting Victory) Buddha"; most call him "Holy Monk."

The few monks behind him also looked quite surprised, but said nothing, following in the salute.

"You know me, are you from the temple?" Tang Luo asked.

The old monk nodded: "The name Holy Monk—who in the temple doesn't know it?"

Nezha behind him slightly frowned; these words sounded a bit mocking.

Just as the Heavenly Court couldn't be a monolith, the Great Thunderclap Temple also had its factions; this monk seemed somewhat dissatisfied with Tang Luo.

Or perhaps it was Ananda and Kasyapa behind this old monk who were dissatisfied with Tang Luo.

Nezha thought carefully; Ananda seemed to also hold the position of Vice Seat of the Precept Court.

Tang Luo had always been unorthodox and rebellious; it was normal for Ananda not to like him.

"Where are Ananda and Kasyapa? Take me to see them." Tang Luo ignored the old monk's slight "petty emotion" and went straight to the point.

The old monk looked at Nezha behind Tang Luo, his gaze withdrawing as he asked: "This is... the Central Altar Marshal?"

Nezha held many titles; Central Altar Marshal was one of them.

"Yes," Nezha said, "What, just because I'm here, I can't go?"

The old monk looked scrutinizing: "I don't know what the Holy Monk and Marshal wish to seek the two venerables for?"

"Just chatting, catching up." Tang Luo said, "How? Are they unwilling to see me, or do you think I'm unworthy to see them?"

"The poor monk has no such intention." The old monk said.

"If not, then cut the nonsense—is meeting face to face really that hard?" Tang Luo said, "What are you feeling guilty about?"

"Holy Monk, you overthink." The old monk said, "Even if I don't say, the Holy Monk wanting to see the two venerables is no big deal; the two venerables are actually also hurrying to this place."

"Then why all the nonsense?" Tang Luo said helplessly.

Nezha said: "Can we wait for them here?"

The old monk nodded.

"Then let's wait," Nezha said, looking at Tang Luo, "By the way, after we meet, what are you going to do?"

"See how it goes," Tang Luo said.

Actually, Tang Luo just wanted to meet Ananda and the others, learn about the situation when the Mountain-Sea Realm shattered, and exchange information each side held.

By the way, the mission could also be advanced, possibly even completed directly.

For this mission, Tang Luo and his group had indeed "ignored" it for a long time, but they certainly couldn't forget it.

Finding the way for humanity to rise again—saying it's hard is hard, saying it's simple is also very "simple."

Simply put, if they found the core technology mastered by the Great Sun Monastery and the Heavenly God's Grace in this force's hands, and spread it, the mission should be completed.

If the requirements were stricter, they might need to obtain the core technology mastered by the "gods and buddhas" from their hands.

The harder task would be to make the "heaven full of gods and buddhas" vanish into thin air, freeing people from the shackles on their heads, allowing free development.

However, the judgment for completing the last task is basically impossible.

For Tang Luo and his group, it's naturally not difficult, but for normal gods and demons walking the world, it's too difficult.

Even obtaining core technology from the hands of gods and buddhas is an extremely difficult task.

Tang Luo estimated that, no matter what, getting some core technology from Nezha to let the Heavenly God's Grace lead the wasteland people to redevelop,

this mission would count as completed.

It's not necessary to truly see the day of rising; finding the "method" and spreading it would suffice.

Unless... Ananda, Kasyapa, and the monsters behind the Red Lotus Society wanted to stop this.

In the case of futile persuasion, Tang Luo would choose to let the "Heavenly Gods and Buddhas" all vanish into smoke!

Tang Luo's ambiguous response made the old monk somewhat flustered, his worried expression becoming even more obvious.

In the Great Thunder Sound Temple, he was merely an insignificant minor figure.

Although those two long eyebrows are quite striking, making people mistake him for a great master, he is truly just an ordinary, unremarkable monk.

It's just that after staying in the Great Thunder Sound Temple for a long time, he has slightly gained some seniority.

The few behind him are then the fortunate little novice monks.

As an ordinary monk of the Great Thunder Sound Temple, his feelings toward that Fighting Victory Buddha are undoubtedly extremely complex.

First, this person does not understand Buddhist teachings, acts violently, has an eccentric personality, and completely lacks the demeanor of a Buddhist.

That appearance makes the precept monks of the Precept Courtyard very angry.

Moreover, this person's identity is extraordinary; not to mention the posthumous title of "Buddha," the Buddha himself, in the Mahavira Hall, personally acknowledged this person as the reincarnation of his second disciple, Golden Cicada.

Furthermore, he indeed obtained the true scriptures and spread the Dharma.

He has made contributions to the great teaching; although a multitude of monks in the Great Thunder Sound Temple dislike him, they can only suppress their feelings.

At most, they follow behind Maitreya Buddha, secretly muttering a curse of "demon monk."

In the old monk's view, Tang Luo is certainly not a good sort, constantly probing the edge of becoming a "Buddhist degenerate" in a frenzy.

Without mentioning being imprisoned in the Demon-Subduing Pagoda, he must be strictly disciplined daily, copying scriptures day and night to eradicate his ferocity.

Otherwise, he could at any moment fall into the demonic path.

Such a person suddenly appearing, and needing to meet two venerables, is certainly not a good thing.

Fortunately, the old monk and 【he】 have self-awareness, knowing this matter is not something he can stop.

If he dares to stop it, this demon monk dares to act and kill people.

It is not fear of "dying to become benevolent"; if truly possible to die and become benevolent, then I would follow the example of Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva: I enter hell.

But that is merely futile effort, ultimately harming the five disciples behind him—an irrational act.

The old monk closed his eyes, simply sat cross-legged, and began reciting scriptures.

The five "little monks" behind him also sat down, beginning to chant sutras and recite the Buddha's name.

"..."

Nezha used his gaze to signal Tang Luo: "Is this how you monks usually pass your time?"

"How would I know?" Tang Luo responded with his gaze to Nezha; as a fake monk, he only knows a few phrases like "killing to protect life, severing karma is not severing people."

Oh, and there's also "Amitabha Buddha."

To truly discuss scriptural principles and debate mechanisms, even a newly entered novice monk of less than a month in the Great Thunder Sound Temple could reduce Tang Luo to scraps.

This has nothing to do with cultivation level; it only depends on whether one is "affined with my Buddha."

The Great Thunder Sound Temple differs from the Heavenly Court: to enter the Heavenly Court, even heavenly soldiers, serving attendants, and palace maids need a certain cultivation foundation.

But the Great Thunder Sound Temple accepts disciples; even with no cultivation, merely a child, as long as one has "affinity," they will be taken in.

As for why one has affinity, that is more complicated.

That is the matter the monk in charge of external recruitment needs to worry about.

Six monks entered meditation, calm and peaceful.

Nezha idly waved his Heaven-Tying Silk back and forth, again asked Tang Luo for gold bricks, tied one end, and swung it like a meteor hammer.

The whistling sound gradually overwhelmed the chanting of sutras and Buddha's name.

He disliked the chanting noise, which gave him a headache.

A disciple stopped moving, opened his eyes, and looked dissatisfiedly at Nezha.

Nezha unhesitatingly glared back, thinking: "A little monk dares to glare at me?"

The monk's heart jumped; he immediately closed his eyes and lowered his head—known as a troublesome child, the Third Prince Nezha, he surely dares not provoke.

Although he was uninjured, while this Third Prince is in a state of unhealed serious injury.

The gap between them is not something that can be bridged by merely one injury; putting it bluntly, even if Nezha had only his last breath, he could still kill him.

The old monk seemed to notice the troublesome child's glare; his palms, pressed together, slightly separated, then rejoined.

Good that no move was made.

"You've frightened the person." Tang Luo said to Nezha.

"Isn't it you then?"

Nezha expressed feeling innocent, even his own people are so wary of you, yet they blame me—monks really have no good ones.

Thinking of it, the pagoda Li Jing used to target and suppress him was indeed from the Buddhist gate; Nezha instantly felt this bunch of bald heads truly annoying.

Still, Tang Luo has hair, looking much more pleasing.

Nezha still wanted to bicker to pass time, suddenly glanced sideways, and at the same moment, a tremendous sound came from that direction.

A small mushroom cloud could be seen rising, the earth began to tremble.

"You guys even produced this nuclear weapon thing?" Tang Luo was somewhat surprised.

"Not me, I didn't." Nezha shook his head, "Moreover, this is a 'black obsidian bomb,' right?"

"Come, let's go see." Tang Luo said, leaping up, leaving a shallow pit on the ground.

Nezha controlled the black lotus to follow closely behind.

The faces of that group of monks changed; they hurriedly rushed over, that place being exactly the direction they came from!

And after them came the two venerables, Ananda and Kasyapa.

Something has happened!