Chapter 10: Fighting to the Death

Chapter 10: Fighting to the Death

Chapter 10: Fighting to the Death

“Om Benjarsattva Hum!”

At the moment before the explosion, Master Fashan was forced to remove the White Tara Dharma image, and tied his hands outside, with his two middle fingers standing upright like needles, and his two little fingers and thumbs standing upright, forming the Vajrasattva seal.

The Vajrasattva mantra can obtain the blessings of the Five Buddhas and Vajradhara, which is a higher-level defensive magical power. Standing at the center of the explosion, the monk is like a golden Buddha descended to the world. His whole body is hit by the shock wave of the explosion, and golden light bursts out, but he stands upright like a pine tree facing the wind, and withstands all impacts.

Aerial Sword 20 swooped down and fired the miniature sword again, but this time he did not waste ammunition for fire coverage. He only fired one shot to interfere with the monk and prevent him from performing the ritual again to summon the Seven-eyed Form of White Tara.

"What a treacherous monster!"

The monk said in a hateful voice: "Since you know that I can't find your true body by forcing you, I will destroy your magic weapon first and then dig you out!"

He Lingyun had entered the state at this time. Her thoughts were no longer disturbed by emotions, and her combat ideas became clearer and clearer. While controlling Jian Erling to harass, she tried hard to recall the weapon operating system manual that Wen Rui had given her before.

As a well-known good girl and good student in Lishan Immortal Sect, He Lingyun did not waste those three days of self-study time. She spent twelve hours every day studying the manual carefully and mastered the theoretical knowledge very firmly.

All her hard work paid off. She was like the dazed cat in the Internet meme. Countless words, theorems, codes, and graphics emerged in her mind, restoring everything she had learned before word for word.

This is exactly the case, the greater the pressure, the higher the efficiency. There is no need for anyone to teach me. The things I didn’t understand when reading the jade slips before, I suddenly understood them.

Master Fashan shook his hand, and an ancient purple-gold bowl appeared in his palm. He held the bowl in one hand, pointed it at Jian Erling in the air, and chanted: "Great and Mighty Heavenly Dragon, Great Dharma Mantra, Prajnaparamita Buddhas, Prajnaparamita Mahāstra, bowl, collect!"

This purple-gold bowl was a Buddhist magic treasure bestowed upon him by Bodhisattva Mahasthamaprapta before he came down from the Great Snow Mountain to preach in the Middle Earth. Although the bowl is small, the Buddhist power it carries is as deep as an abyss and as fierce as a prison. It was forged by the Buddha by incorporating the laws of space he had comprehended from the innate treasure Dinghai Shenzhen.

The bowl can subdue evil spirits and demons, and can also take away the enemy's magic weapons. It is Master Fashan's greatest reliance on his journey to the Central Plains.

"Humph, I will take this strange magic weapon of yours and see what tricks you can come up with!"

A powerful Buddhist chant came out of his mouth, and Master Fashan raised his head proudly, his mind locked onto the flying magic weapon in the air. However, when his mind swept across the blue sky, he was stunned.

Although one can clearly see the black dot as small as a sesame seed in the sky with the naked eye, and knows where the flying magic weapon is, his sea of ​​consciousness is empty.

The magic weapon has an extremely low spiritual gold content and can almost be regarded as an ordinary object. However, this is not a problem for Master Fashan, who has mastered the profound Buddhist teachings and has extremely sharp six senses. As long as there is half a tael of spiritual gold, it will be as eye-catching as the bright moon in the sky under the scan of Fashan's third eye spiritual consciousness.

However, what surprised Fashan the most was that the surface of the magic weapon was coated with a thin layer of lacquer made of some unknown substance, which could be cut through, bypassed, or even absorbed when his spiritual sense scanned it.

Even with his extremely sharp sense, he couldn't lock onto it!

You should know that the Lingbao bowl is not a miniature black hole. Once it is opened, all things in the world will be instantly sucked in. Then this bowl is not a magic weapon to suppress demons and ghosts, but a weapon to destroy the world.

The most important thing in using this treasure is to lock onto the object you want to absorb with your spiritual power. No matter whether it is a living thing or a magic weapon, if you can lock onto it, it will be pulled into the space of the bowl by the traction force of the invisible space.

It absorbs what it should absorb, and does not absorb random flowers and plants. This is the power that the Buddhist sealed spiritual treasure should have.

Just like the purple-gold red gourd of King Jinjiao, even if it is an innate spiritual treasure born at the beginning of the world, it can only use the rules of name positioning to determine the object of absorption. If the name cannot be called, it cannot be absorbed. It is not as advanced as Fashan’s purple-gold bowl, which has a spiritual consciousness locking and friend-or-foe identification system.

Master Fashan gritted his teeth, wiped his forehead with his hand, and shouted: "The evildoer must have had a wonderful encounter to obtain such a mysterious treasure. Seeing this treasure today shows that this treasure has a connection with my Buddhist sect. I will spend more of my magic power to collect it."

"Clairvoyance, open!"

With an angry roar, Master Fashan opened his vertical eye on his forehead. The pupil of the vertical eye was shining with golden light, and a "swastika" pattern rotated endlessly in the pupil.

He displays the supernatural power of divine vision, and can illuminate all living beings and objects in the six realms on earth and below, whether near or far, covered or tiny, and of all colors.

Fashan has not yet attained the status of Arhat, and his divine eye cannot reach the great power of Buddhas and Bodhisattvas, but he can still see far away as if it is near and detect even the smallest details.

He activated his clairvoyance, and his dynamic vision was greatly enhanced. Even if his divine sense could not lock onto it, he could rely on his vision among the five senses to track and lock onto the magic weapon flying at high speed in the air.

However, under the control of He Lingyun, the sword 20 in the air suddenly raised its sword body and turned the sword head to fly towards the sun. When Master Haishan followed it with his eyes, he was dazzled by the dazzling sunlight and his vision was full of red.

The sunlight contained the true fire of the sun, and under the shining of thousands of golden rays, even Master Fashan’s divine eyes and supernatural powers could not resist it, and the lock was broken for a while.

Just as he lost sight of it, several flames spurted out from both sides of the sword's belly. The faint spiritual fluctuations emitted by the flames were exactly the same as those of Jian Erling's body. Then the light and shadows around the flames twisted and actually transformed into the shape of Jian Erling.

Sword 201 in the sky split into ten and scattered in different directions. The bowl's spiritual lock was completely disrupted, jumping between the ten targets, and it was impossible to identify where its real body was.

"So this is how the 'Inducer Sword' is used!" He Lingyun murmured, "Not only can it get rid of the enemy's mind lock, but if the enemy releases a tracking magic or flying sword, the Inducer Sword can also be used to lure them away..."

Master Fashan had no choice but to take back the bowl. He shook his hand again, and a metal cone nearly a foot long appeared in his palm. He threw the iron cone into the air and raised the magic weapon to hit Jian Erling.

This metal cone was lantern-shaped on one end and three-pointed on the other. It was the Buddhist magic weapon, the Demon-Subduing Pestle. Under the powerful force of the magic, the Demon-Subduing Pestle was as fast as lightning, reaching a thousand feet high in the air in an instant, and was about to hit.

However, the tail of the strange-shaped magic weapon was spewing flames, and the flames turned into a faint orchid color. Ring-shaped marks appeared in the flames, and a series of muffled thunder sounds were heard in the air. The speed suddenly increased several times.

This time, no matter how Master Fashan used his magic power to increase the speed of the Demon-Subduing Pestle, he could only follow behind the strange-shaped magic weapon. Once the strange-shaped magic weapon had left the Demon-Subduing Pestle a certain distance away, it would dive down and shoot out its sub-swords at Fashan. The sub-swords were even faster under the acceleration of the dive, and each incoming flying cone was faster than the sound, and the sword arrived before the sound.

The outer shell of each flying cone was coated with a strange thin paint that absorbed and refracted divine thoughts. Even with Master Fashan's keen five senses and six consciousnesses, he could only avoid one or two out of ten such high-speed and silent objects.

After a few rounds, Fashan felt that the crane monster that came for revenge was more and more difficult to deal with. It was completely different from the monster a few days ago. He didn't know what great opportunity it had encountered to get such a sharp flying monster weapon.

The crane monster's combat awareness was also greatly enhanced, but it did not perform funny dance steps like a coquettish pheasant as before, which seemed graceful but was actually meaningless. Instead, it burrowed into the ground that could shield the detection of divine thoughts, restrained its breath, and huddled like a chicken, hiding itself very well.

Unable to find the crane monster's hiding place, Fashan fought several times with the magic weapon controlled by the crane monster. He was blown to dust. The magic robe he was wearing had protected him from several sword attacks, but it was also torn like rags. He watched the protective robe being destroyed.

Gradually, Master Fashan's expression was no longer as majestic and impressive as before, but became more solemn and cautious. Even though he was at the Nascent Soul stage, after this fierce battle, most of his magic power had been consumed. If the fight continued, his magic power would gradually be exhausted, and the situation of offense and defense would be difficult to control.

The crane demon hid under the nine earths and attacked from above the nine heavens, and was already in an invincible position.

She controlled the strange iron eagle-shaped magic weapon with ease, and her proficiency was becoming more and more visibly evident. Gradually, she no longer felt the awkwardness she had when they first fought. It was as if she was constantly learning and improving in the battle, as if she regarded Master Fashan as a whetstone to hone her skills!
"It's obviously just a little demon that has formed a demon pill not long ago..."

He once again used the Vajrasattva seal to withstand an armor-piercing blasting sword. He did not even have time to recite the "Buddha's Sutra on the Treatment of Hemorrhoids" to heal his injuries. Master Fashan murmured in hatred: "Forget it, the evildoer's magic weapon is sharp. Wait until I ask the Bodhisattva for the Vajra Rope to subdue her!"

After making the decision, Master Fashan recited the "Laizhaheluo Sutra", his feet glowed with golden light, and the footprints he made turned into lotus seals, and he displayed the "divine power of feet".

The Buddha and Bodhisattva's divine power of movement can achieve the miraculous effect of instant movement caused by the mind. For Western monks like Fashan who have not yet attained the status of Arhat, the power of the divine power of movement is greatly reduced, but it also displays the wonder of "moving the body and mind, raising the body into the air, like a flying bird".

Master Fashan ran wildly in the air, determined to leave the battlefield and escape.

"Won...won? I...I actually beat that vicious monk away?"

He Lingyun, who was hiding underground, saw this scene through Jian Erling's perspective and was also stunned on the spot. She then breathed a sigh of relief, her spirit relieved from the high tension, and she felt a little weak.

Thinking back on the battle process just now, it only took a quarter of an hour, but the experience and skills she learned were more than what she had learned in the Lishan Immortal Sect in 200 years!
If He Lingyun were asked to explain what she had learned, she was afraid that she would not be able to give a clear explanation. However, she was very clear that even if she took the old flying sword to participate in the sect competition, it would not be too difficult for her to rank high or even win the championship.

"Brother Wen didn't lie to me? Is the improvement from actual combat training really a thousand times greater than normal training?"

Thinking of this, He Lingyun's cheeks could not help but heat up slightly. Recalling that he had always been criticizing Senior Brother Wen and regarded him as a 100% treacherous and evil person, he could not help but feel guilty and wondered how to thank and compensate Senior Brother Wen in the future.

"Hey, what are you daydreaming about?"

Senior Brother Wen rebuked him harshly from the stand behind him: "The battle is not over yet. You have to keep your word when you come out to cultivate immortality. You said you would fight to the death. The actual combat training will not be over until one side dies. Why don't you quickly control Jian Erling to chase after that monk and kill him?"

"Ah?" He Lingyun was stunned again when he heard this: "Kill, kill... people? The sect master has taught us that we, the disciples of Lishan, cannot commit murder indiscriminately..."

"What the immortal sect teaches is a sheer waste of time. A bunch of mediocre people are running around in there. The person in front says 'two plus two', and the person behind says 'equals four'. When the bell rings, they give you some small pills with 'you can go to the toilet now' written on the bottle..."

Senior Brother Wen's extremely disdainful tone came from the communicator: "The purpose of the sect's existence is to keep those special individuals who are sensitive to spiritual power in the three realms in captivity, to stifle their potential, to make them obey the rules within a controllable range, and to grow into the shape of tools that the upper immortals want."

His tone turned teasing, "Let's not talk about whether you can live to see the day of ascension. If you are lucky enough to ascend, when you arrive in heaven, will you squat in the cave garden of some immortal as a pet crane, or will you tie your hair into a small bun and serve the immortal as a maid at a banquet hosted by some immortal mother? Is this your ambition to cultivate and attain enlightenment? If not, there is nothing you can do. After you ascend, you will probably only have these two employment channels."

"What's more..."

Senior Brother Wen's tone turned cold: "If you don't kill that monk, will he be grateful to you? He will only thank the Buddha for saving him from suffering, and will come back to kill you after taking a breath."

Having said this, He Lingyun suddenly lost contact with Jian Erling and could no longer control Jian Erling.

"Since you don't want to live well, according to the Jian Erling test agreement, if you don't cooperate to complete the actual combat training, I have the right to take back Jian Erling, so that after you die, Jian Erling will not fall into the hands of the Buddhist sect and attract the Buddhist sect to covet my weapon refining technology!"

Senior Brother Wen ruthlessly took back the control of Jian Erling. Then He Lingyun suddenly felt a sense of crisis and vaguely realized that Jian Erling turned around and locked onto him.

"You've also read the weapon manual. Jian Erling has a special sub-sword that can be used to deal with enemies hiding underground."

Senior Brother Wen said in an extremely cold tone: "According to the confidentiality clause of the weapons testing agreement, I have the right to take all necessary measures to prevent you from leaking secrets! You will soon be killed by the monk in revenge. The deduction probability is as high as 99.9995%. In order to prevent you from being captured by the Western Church and tortured to find out my origins, I have no choice but to silence you, and destroy you both physically and spiritually. After all, some Buddhist magical powers can make the dead speak."

He Lingyun recalled the contents of the agreement he had signed, and actually remembered the two clauses that he had glanced over and not taken seriously at the time. Just as Senior Brother Wen said, the agreement did give him corresponding rights, and it was clearly written in black and white.

If I had violated the agreement first, even if he killed me and destroyed my body, I would have nothing to complain about. I would not be able to win the case even if I went to the sect to appeal to the Mother of Lishan for justice.

"but……"

Senior Brother Wen slowed down his tone and asked solemnly, word by word:

"Since we are both from the Jiejiao sect, I can give you one last chance to choose. Do you want to control Jian Erling to chase after and kill the monk immediately, or do you want me to kill him now and silence him?"

(End of this chapter)