Chapter 706: Suppressing the Human Buddha with a Palm, Meeting Fuzi Again

The Peak Master of Scripture sat amidst the ruins of the Buddhist temple, every inch of his skin radiating a faint golden light, giving one an impression of extreme weight and vastness, as if he were a towering, perilous mountain.

In the brief exchange earlier, his Sutra-Speaking World had been broken, and his physical golden body had also been slightly damaged.

This current battle could not help but remind him of the time he joined forces with the Abbey Dean, Chen Mou, to confront Fuzi on Taoshan. Even with the two leaders of the Buzhi Zhidi joining forces, they had still suffered a panicked defeat before Fuzi. Although this was hard to accept, Fuzi was, after all, the most inconceivable existence in the human world, having lived for long, long millennia.

Yet the person before him not only had an inconceivable background, but his age was likely just a fraction of his own.

The Peak Master of Scripture took a deep breath; even now, not the slightest trace of panic could be seen on his face. He said in a deep voice, "I never imagined that such a brilliantly talented figure would truly emerge in this world. This old monk..."

Bang!

Before the old monk could finish his sentence, a dull sound exploded. Suddenly, the ground began to tremble violently, pitching like a small boat in the middle of a vast ocean, while countless bricks, tiles, and gravel flew upward and swirled into the sky.

Yu Liancheng stamped his foot, his body transforming into a black afterimage, pulling out a booming sound of a sonic boom, and instantly appeared before the Peak Master of Scripture, his fist like a high mountain, slamming wildly toward the Peak Master of Scripture.

Facing Yu Liancheng's fist, the Peak Master of Scripture felt a chill run down his spine.

He chanted a Buddhist name, and the Mind Power in his Snow Mountain Qi Sea poured out completely, causing his entire body to shine with brilliant golden light, sparing nothing to resist this peerless enemy, Yu Liancheng.

Boom!

The next moment, the Peak Master of Scripture felt a terrifying fist force that was infinite, vast, majestic, violent, and fierce, as if a heavenly river had burst its banks or a meteorite had fallen.

Bang, bang, bang!

In the blink of an eye, the Peak Master of Scripture had been struck hundreds of times by Yu Liancheng.

And these hundreds of punches were not only fierce and violent, but also incomparably fast.

The Peak Master of Scripture was one with the earth, his body incomparably heavy, making it impossible to dodge Yu Liancheng's fist force. Each punch struck his physical body without any flair, emitting sounds like a great bell or chime. Countless snakes, insects, rats, and ants had their heads shattered by the sound, and some of the nearby monks bled from their seven orifices and fainted.

Amidst Yu Liancheng's violent fist force, the Peak Master of Scripture was pressed directly into the thick soil layer. Layers of earth surged into the sky like muddy waves crashing against the heavens, the momentum shocking to the extreme. Yu Liancheng gave a cold shout and leaped into the ground as well, conducting an all-encompassing bombardment of the Peak Master of Scripture.

A moment later, a group of Hanging Temple experts arrived, wanting to lend the Peak Master of Scripture a hand. However, they could not see the figures of the two at all; only intense vibrations emanated from deep underground, and huge fissures ranging from several to over ten zhang appeared. The ground shook violently, as if two divine dragons were rampaging beneath their feet.

Because of the two's struggle, the Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi whipped up gusts of hurricane-force winds, terrifying in an instant. The surging force penetrated the ground, shattering countless stones into powder, causing trees to explode, and several nearby temples to collapse with a roar, sending dust and smoke flying. Some Hanging Temple monks who were closer had their Qi and Blood surge backward and fainted.

"The Peak Master and that person are both the most supreme figures in the world; only those who are also powerhouses above the Five Realms can intervene in their duel."

"Indeed, let us retreat."

"May the Buddha protect us."

"This damned remnant of the Demon Sect will surely... Ah!"

The monks discussed among themselves, each expressing their opinions. One monk could not contain his temper and was about to curse the fellow named Yu Liancheng. But before he could finish, a piece of gravel on the ground, stimulated by the force of the two fighting underground, suddenly shot out, turning into an afterimage that instantly pierced the monk's forehead, and he fell backward.

The other monks looked at each other, not knowing if the demon had heard their conversation and struck out casually, or if it was just a coincidence. But regardless, no monk dared to utter the words "remnant of the Demon Sect" again.

On the other side, amidst Yu Liancheng's barrage of punches, the Peak Master of Scripture had been driven dozens of zhang deep into the mountain, and was still being pushed horizontally and sinking further.

But this Peak Master of Scripture was truly the number one in physical defense. An ordinary Knowing Destiny Realm cultivator would have been blasted into a pulp of flesh and blood by one of Yu Liancheng's volleys, yet he had taken who knows how many of Yu Liancheng's punches, and his golden body had only dimmed. Even with broken bones, torn muscles, and blood spilling out, it would heal at an inconceivable speed in the blink of an eye.

Human Buddha.

Truly well-deserved.

But the Peak Master of Scripture himself was becoming increasingly grave. He was very strong, his defensive power was peerless in the world, and he could chant Buddhist words at any time to open the Sutra-Speaking World. In the world, apart from Fuzi and the Abbey Dean, he feared no powerhouse above the Five Realms. But in front of Yu Liancheng, he was just a human target, with no power to fight back other than taking a beating.

His speed was too slow.

And the Buddhist words had no effect on Yu Liancheng at all.

Bang!

Yu Liancheng smashed another punch into the chest of the Peak Master of Scripture.

After this punch, the Peak Master of Scripture retreated another ten-plus zhang. And the golden light on his body was now nearly non-existent, having dimmed completely.

The Peak Master of Scripture secretly thought to himself that this was bad; if the fight continued like this, his physical body would surely collapse.

"What a Human Buddha, truly able to take a beating. It is a pity that I have already peered into all the mysteries of your golden body. Now, let me break your golden body and return you to a mortal frame."

Yu Liancheng clenched his slender fingers into a fist, raised his arm back, and then slammed it out violently.

The fist force was as heavy as a Divine Mountain, as majestic as the heavens. Dense black cracks crisscrossed on his fist; it looked extremely slow, advancing inch by inch, but in reality, it was incomparably fast, and in an instant, it had slammed into the chest of the Peak Master of Scripture.

When this punch landed on the chest of the Peak Master of Scripture, it only made a "bang" sound, without any other movement, as if it were just an adult man throwing a punch.

In reality, the power of this punch was restrained and had penetrated directly through the skin into the flesh and internal organs, making it even more terrifying than the previous hundred or thousand punches.

Yu Liancheng looked at the Peak Master of Scripture, whose body seemed to have stiffened, snapped his fingers, and said softly: "Explode!"

When these three words fell, the force contained in that punch began to explode within the shell of the Peak Master of Scripture. Using the physical body of the Peak Master of Scripture as a battlefield, waves of vast and fierce fist energy began to churn and surge.

"Ugh... Pfft!" The Peak Master of Scripture spat out a mouthful of blood. The opponent's fist energy was not acting on the surface of the skin, but was rampaging and destroying within his meridians and flesh. It caused his skin to crack, his meridians and acupoints to explode one by one, and blood to gush out wildly. In an instant, he was dyed into a bloody person.

"Oh no!" The Peak Master of Scripture's face was as pale as paper. His physical body was extremely important to him; it was the foundation of his cultivation. If his physical body were broken, it would mean a hundred years of cultivation would be washed away, and he would fall back into the cycle of reincarnation, starting everything from scratch.

"I am the Human Buddha, I cannot die here."

Just as this Human Buddha was about to exhaust his last bit of remaining strength to escape, Yu Liancheng opened his palm, and a Black Cicada appeared in his palm, though no one knew when it had arrived.

The cicada wings spread, and the Black Cicada flew to the center of the Peak Master of Scripture's brow, then stopped there, motionless.

And when the cicada touched the Peak Master of Scripture, he suddenly could not move either.

He could not move even a single finger.

Yet, his consciousness was incomparably clear.

The Black Cicada was condensed from the Demon Sect's highest supreme art, the "Twenty-Three Year Cicada," which conflicted and contradicted Buddhist techniques, like light and darkness.

And at this moment, with the Peak Master of Scripture severely injured, the Black Cicada took the opportunity to completely pin down his physical body, sealing his power and his body.

"Rest assured, I will not kill you, because you still owe a blood debt to the millions of serfs at the foot of the mountain. Although you only bear a small part of the responsibility for this debt, who told you to be the current Peak Master of Scripture."

Yu Liancheng turned around, waved at the Peak Master of Scripture, and grinned: "See you again if fate allows."

In the belly of the mountain, the Peak Master of Scripture watched Yu Liancheng's figure, getting further and further away, further and further away.

Wilderness.

The sounds of killing reached the sky, and the scent of blood shrouded a radius of several hundred miles.

When hundreds of thousands of people and countless warhorses and vehicles appeared in one place at the same time, that was undoubtedly a very terrifying thing.

Especially when these hundreds of thousands of people engaged in a chaotic melee, the entire Wilderness battlefield became a giant meat grinder.

Central Plains cavalry and cultivators were constantly dying under the axes of the Wild People, and countless Wild People were being killed by ordinary soldiers and cultivators. Broken and shattered corpses could be seen everywhere across the mountains and plains, flesh and blood ground into the dust. A battle this terrifying is likely rare even in the entire long river of human history.

On the Wilderness, the newly sprouted grass was trampled back and forth by horse hooves and human feet, forced to end its life prematurely. But the grass roots remained, and having been watered by fresh blood, countless corpses would also be buried here once more.

One can imagine that come next year, this place will surely be lush with vegetation.

"Kill, kill this group of Demon Sect Wild People."

"For the tribe!"

"

The sounds of shouting and killing were a chaotic mess; the battle between the Wild People and the Xiling Divine Palace Allied Forces had already been going on for many days.

The Wild People were natural warriors, and having cultivated Demon Sect techniques, their strength was extremely formidable. But after all, they were a tribe that had withered for over a thousand years; there was no way to contend against the forces of the entire human world.

Although the Wild People won a few battles at the beginning, as a steady stream of reinforcements set foot in the Wilderness, the Wild People were defeated in succession and forced to retreat constantly. However, relying on the spirit and mettle honed in the land of extreme cold, as well as those formidable Demon Sect techniques, the Wild People still held on bitterly, seemingly able to sustain themselves for a long time yet, which caused Haotian Sect Leader and the others great distress.

More than ten miles away from the battlefield, an ox cart arrived.

The cart was an ordinary wooden plank cart; having traveled ten thousand miles, the cart frame had slightly deformed, emitting "creaking" sounds from time to time and leaving behind a rut whose origin could not be seen.

The ox was an ordinary big yellow ox; having traveled ten thousand miles, its legs and hooves were still powerful, and it would moo from time to time.

Driving the ox cart was a scholar with straight brows and broad eyes; the dust of the journey made the old robe on his body appear somewhat worn, and the expression on his face was even more simple and amiable, a water gourd at his waist swaying slightly with the rise and fall of the ox cart.

A voice, old but powerful, came from inside the ox cart: "Child, let's stop here. The smell of blood ahead is too heavy, there are too many people, and it's too noisy."

"Understood, Fuzi." The scholar driving the cart smiled, reached out, and gently patted the back of the big yellow ox, signaling it to stop.

After the cart stopped, the curtain was lifted, and an old man with graying hair walked out.

He rubbed his waist, stretched his arms, and looked toward the distance: "All day long, they only know how to kill and fight; aren't they annoyed? What are we supposed to do if it disturbs our sleeping and eating?"

The scholar was caught between laughter and tears; in his teacher's eyes, the great war between the Xiling Allied Forces and the Wild People was mostly no different from children playing house.

"Alright, get ready to eat hot pot." The old man waved his sleeve.

The scholar hesitated: "The weather has been getting hot recently..."

"People, sometimes, just have to make things difficult for themselves, just like that group of fellows fighting."

The old man stroked his beard: "And when making things difficult for oneself, it is often very satisfying. Just like eating hot pot in the sweltering heat, or chewing sweet ice in the dead of winter, both are very satisfying."

In this world, the only one who could say such absurd words was probably Fuzi.

Great Teacher almost never opposed what Fuzi said, so he began to move the firewood knife, cutting board, pot, and other items out of the cart to start eating hot pot.

He knew that when Fuzi ate hot pot, he had to have it spicy, especially spicy, and he even took out a lot of chili peppers.

Great Teacher was the world's top cook, and furthermore, hot pot didn't require any culinary skill, so soon, a hot pot with a fragrant aroma and churning chili peppers appeared on the Wilderness.

When Fuzi was dipping his third plate of mutton, eating until he was drenched in sweat, someone wearing a black cassock came from afar.

Fuzi was very happy to see the person coming, especially seeing that the person was wearing a black cassock.

However, once that person sat down, begged a bowl and chopsticks from Great Teacher, and started fighting with Fuzi for meat, Fuzi became unhappy.

Fuzi moved his chopsticks like the wind, completely ignoring the soup splashing onto his graying beard, and even found time to ask: "You fellow, why are you wearing monk's clothes?"

"This is called infiltrating the enemy's interior, what do you know," Yu Liancheng said without even raising his head.

Fuzi asked again: "You've become a monk, so why are you still eating meat?"

Yu Liancheng said: "The Buddha passes through the intestines, but wine and meat remain in the heart."

Fuzi frowned, always feeling that this sentence was a bit wrong: "Is it reversed?"

"Wine and meat remain in the heart, the Buddha passes through the intestines?" Yu Liancheng said without thinking.

The two chatted aimlessly, and after finishing all the ingredients, Fuzi wiped his mouth without any decorum and pointed at the battlefield ahead: "Tell me, do they look like a group of ants fighting to the death over a few crumbs of food?"

"Fighting to the death is their own business; let's talk about the real matter." Yu Liancheng let out a long breath and put down his chopsticks: "I have already made arrangements regarding Wei Guangming. Later, I will have Xiong Chumo perform the Apocalypse to summon the great Sang Sang. Before Sang Sang comes out, there will probably be another wave of Divine Kingdom knights, divine dragons, and the like; those can also be left to me."

"As for the later Sang Sang, that will have to rely on you, old man."

Fuzi snorted and said: "You remember me, the old man, at this time? Why didn't you think of me when you were grabbing the hot pot just now?"

"Isn't this respecting the old and cherishing the young? Besides, she will be your disciple's wife in the future; you are her elder, so of course it is more appropriate for you, the elder, to discipline the junior."

Suddenly, both Yu Liancheng and Fuzi felt a stir in their hearts, as if they had sensed something, and looked toward the direction of Chang'an.

A scene of indescribable wonder reflected in the eyes of the two.