The Yang God transford directly into a golden light and entered the inner room.
Not long after, the east started to lighten as the first ray of morning light pierced through the clouds, spreading a soft gold on the ridge of the small courtyard’s roof. Bamboo shadows cast diagonally on the white wall, like faint ink marks spreading, and as the morning breeze blew, the bamboo shadows stretched their waists, weaving a trembling net on the ground, bringing the entire courtyard’s play of light and shadow to life.
"Creak—"
The door of the inner room also opened.
...
And just as the first ray of dawn shone upon the earth from the east, far to the west, tens of thousands of miles away, a Heroic Pass still lay shrouded in fog.
The bluish-black city walls revealed only half of their outline in the fog, with battlents jutting like the fangs of a giant beast, the wall’s base deeply embedded in the swirling white mist, as if it had grown from the ground. The city bricks were stained with blood mixed with bits of flesh, reflecting a cold, rusty light in the fog, with bricks interlocking at the breaks, and dark scales embedded in the cracks.
The eaves of the tower flew with tattered flags, listlessly drooping in the fog, the flagpole densely covered in knife marks deep enough to reveal the wood. The entire pass was very quiet, with only the wind whimpering through the arrow slits.
From deep within the city ca a low and mysterious lody, sounding like soone playing the sheng, or a woman’s soft, alluring song, beautiful and lodious, floating from an unknown place.
The city exuded a unique tranquility, seemingly still imrsed in the night.
Until outside the Western city gate, within the vast fog, ca the sound of "jingle jingle."
Then, as if an invisible hand parted the foggy curtain, a monk erged from the mist!
This man tread barefoot on the wet, blood-mixed mud of the city path, causing faint golden light to spread underfoot, making the bloodstains in the brick cracks appear even brighter.
The robe he wore had been washed to a faded white, with a slanted golden alms stick held in his left hand, its brass rings producing a jingling sound as he tapped it along with his steps. Wisps of mist gathered around the staff, condensing into translucent lotuses around him.
The monk’s skin was fair, young, and handso, almost strangely beautiful, but his face bore the kind and compassionate expression of a Buddha in a temple.
It seed as though he had weathered much hardship, traveled over land and under moonlight, with dew droplets clinging to his eyelashes.
When he stood still, his eyes like stars and moon, he looked toward the blood-stained pass, a drop of dew falling from between his brows and landing in the blood mud at his feet.
In an instant, it transford into a tiny lotus, then quickly rged back into the mist, followed by a clear breeze rising from behind him, blowing across the pass that had seen so much slaughter.
The mist dispersed, and above the city gate tower, a tilted stone plaque hung, inscribed with the three domineering characters "Demon Suppression Pass."
This place was the first fortress guarding the Eight Demon Kingdoms!
But, ...
"Amitabha Buddha!"
A Buddhist chant sounded!
The sound was not loud, yet it blew into the Demon Suppression Pass with the breeze, stirring up echoes.
In an instant, the quiet city suddenly boiled.
Screeching sounds, roars, the sound of cutting through the air, rose and fell without end,
as if it awakened the slumbering creatures within the city.
The fog blowing into the city fought back, with shadows carrying sharp slicing sounds swiftly approaching the monk in the fog!
Only to see the young monk’s eyes show neither sorrow nor joy, as he slamd his alms stick into the ground.
"Boom"
At this mont, ti seed to freeze, and the surging mist suddenly ca to a halt.
Translucent white lotuses blood around the monk, their petals transforming into a rain of flowers across the sky.
"Bang"
"Bang"
"Bang"
In the fog, striking blood flowers blood.
And at this ti, the monk raised his hand forward.
Imdiately, the blood-stained fog rolled back violently, like an air cannon, directly impacting the city gate tower.
"Boom"
With an explosive roar, debris flew in all directions.
The city gate tower, several dozen feet high, was blasted open, leaving a large hole shaped like a handprint!
Then, a monk with an alms stick took steps towards the gate.
Inside the city, the dense fog seed to co alive, condensing in the sky into gigantic faces.
So faces were fierce, with protruding fangs and eyes as red as fire, exuding ferocity and brutality;
Others had graceful and charming postures, their features bewitching, eyes concealing sharpness and malice;
So were surrounded by clouds, glowing with colorful light, with beautiful singing as if perford by a Heavenly Girl holding a pipa;
So faces appeared with bird beaks, suddenly bursting in golden light, massive wings shadowing and seemingly covering the sky;
...
So voices sounded like mysterious heavenly music, so faces were fierce, others radiated glory, with clouds fluttering, showcasing a variety of phenona in extraordinary scenes.
A multitude of voices erged with these faces like the roar of thunder.
"Bald donkeys of the Western Soil, you finally can’t hold back anymore!"
"We’ve painstakingly conquered the Human Clan’s pass, and you want to snatch the fruit."
"Using the blood of our clansn, you preach your bullshit Buddhist Law to the world, wanting to tear apart your deceitful faces."
"Damned bald donkey, the alms stick in your hand is forged from our Dragon’s Dragon Bone, which Arhat from Suru Mountain are you?"
"....."
Each shout of anger, echoing thunderously, as eyes stared at the young monk entering the city, carrying caution, dread, fury, and a hidden fear in the depth.
The Arhat from the West descended from Suru Mountain!
This is an earthquake on the earth!
Wearing a white monk’s robe, the monk stepped forward several feet, lotus flowers paving the ground, facing several Great Demons among the Eight Tribes, his expression remained calm, one hand upright before his chest, holding a string of Buddha Beads,
"Amitabha Buddha,"
"All appearances are illusory, you are Protecting Sect among the Eight Tribes, generations of guarding the Buddhist Law, yet currently, as Suru Law perishes, demons beco monks, bringing chaos to the Buddhist Law, you co forth causing turmoil, demon disaster to all beings."
"Well, well, well!"
"I intend to cross eastward and need a mount to replace my foot strength, for the sake of karma, who among you would be willing to go?"
This monk’s Buddhist chant was vast, filling the void, the great faces in the sky changing colors in unison, and the clouds seed to dissipate.
As this Arhat took each step forward, those large faces in the sky couldn’t help but retreat, until his last words angered the Demon Crowd,
"We offer music to the Three Treasures, yet beco your riding mounts! What bullshit karma!"
"Aren’t the Buddhist Temple Golden Bricks of your Suru Mountain all filled with our Eight Tribes’ blood and bones?"
"Let’s go together!"
"When our Venerable takes action, we’ll surely invade Suru."
Instantly, the heavens and earth were filled with a mighty roar, the mist howled wildly, and vast Dharma Images soared into the sky.
Among them were Dragons, their bodies winding and long, resembling agile rivers, scales shimring with multicolored light, dragon heads like mighty lions, majestic and imposing, dragon whiskers floating, eyes deep and mysterious, clouds automatically gathered around them.
There were Yakshas, like giant mountains, muscles coiled, skin presenting a dark blue color, faces fierce, fangs exposed, eyes red as fire, exuding ferocity and brutality, like a towering mountain.
So had graceful postures, delicate features, brows and eyes brimming with agility and liveliness, holding a giant pipa that shimred with dazzling light, plucking a string, the music ethereal and lodious, yet reverberated through the void, causing spatial ripples, this was a Qian Dapo!
Then there was a piercing shriek, an imnsely large Garuda with wings spread wide, covering the sky and blocking the sun, its feathers shone with golden light, as hard as steel, each feather seemingly contained infinite power. On its head was a giant Ruyi Pearl, emanating multicolored brilliance, dazzling, this Garuda’s gaze sharp as an eagle, extraordinarily imposing, with a flap of its wings, golden light flooded down, golden sword rain slicing, tearing through the void.
And among them was an Asura, extrely ugly, towering and robust, like a majestic mountain peak, with its three heads and six arms, each head fierce and fanged. Its six arms, thick and powerful, each held a different weapon, exuding a piercing chill, able to cut through everything in the world. Its skin was rough and dark red, like soaked in fresh blood, covered with black patterns resembling ancient mysterious runes. Its six arms wildly moved, striking at the Arhat on the ground.
Five Great Demons among the Eight Tribes took action, bringing mighty power, attacking jointly!
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