My Wife Is The Leader Of A Demonic Cult Chapter 91: Bodhisattva Bows His Head to Help Sentient Being

91 Chapter 91: Bodhisattva Bows His Head to Help Sentient Beings

Fa Wu pressed his palms together and whispered lowly, "Senior brother..."

As Fa Zhi's Inner Strength surged into his arms like a tide, his drum mallet heavily struck the drumskin. Seeing the increasingly forceful evil spirit, he infused more and more Inner Strength.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

The frequency of Fa Zhi beating the evening drum gradually increased.

As the drum mallet fell like raindrops, a deafening sound arose, followed by faint golden ripples trembling outward, seemingly pressing down the forcefully surging evil spirits.

Under the impact of the faint golden ripples, the evil spirits appeared sowhat deflated, seemingly beginning to retreat downward.

An Jing and Tian Cansou also stopped fighting, standing at a distance watching this scene.

Tian Cansou was waiting for the evil spirits to surge out, the sealing forbiddance to break, and then to take the Spiritual Energy from beneath the ground. However, his eyes were constantly sweeping towards An Jing beside him, seemingly ready to strike at any mont.

anwhile, An Jing stared at the scene in front of him, seemingly deep in thought.

"Hm?!"

An Jing suddenly raised his eyebrows, looking towards the distant flying eaves of the Grand Hall.

"Since you've co, don't skulk around revealing only your tail and not your head."

He and Tian Cansou were fiercely battling, fully focused, and along with others deliberately concealing themselves, he indeed hadn't noticed the figure in the distance.

"The one skulking around should be your Excellency, I suppose?"

Liu Qingshan chuckled lightly, and his figure slowly descended from the distant flying eaves.

Tian Liu, like a shadow, inseparably followed behind him, with Guo Yuchun being the last to descend.

Guo Yuchun's eyes fixated dead on An Jing, brimming with killing intent.

The Cao Gang disciples who died by An Jing's hand were not few, and both Guo Yuchun and Liu Qingshan had been injured by An Jing—it could be said that when enemies et, their eyes burn red.

"We don't have much friendship to speak of."

Liu Qingshan waved his hand, then coughed, "Cough, cough, cough... This ti you silently ca to Jiangnan Dao, just for the Spiritual Energy beneath the seal, and I likewise. Since that is so, there's no need to pretend to be friends."

Tian Cansou still wanted to save face, but Liu Qingshan, disregarding that, directly tore it apart.

"As you wish."

Tian Cansou coldly said, his heart secretly starting to consider whether to pull the Swordsman together to face off against Liu Qingshan and other high-ranking Cao Gang experts.

After all, the Cao Gang brought many superior fighters this ti, amounting to three with First Grade Cultivation.

Dai Ling frowned tightly, realizing that his chance to acquire that Spiritual Energy today was getting slimr. With the three from Cao Gang and that Swordsman, who were no easy opponents, there would inevitably be a contest. It was a pity that his own Cultivation was only Second Grade.

Thinking of this, Dai Ling couldn't help but rember how that Swordsman had stabbed his chest earlier. He imdiately felt both sha and anger, noting this grudge to be avenged later.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

The drum sound roared on, still suppressing the overflowing evil spirits.

Fa Zhi, drenched in sweat, swung the drum mallet with all his might each ti. Such enormous exhaustion, even for a high-ranking expert of the Earth Flower Realm, was difficult to sustain.

Before long, Fa Zhi's kasaya was also thoroughly soaked, and his movents slowed down a bit.

Without the drum's vibrations, the evil spirits grew even more unrestrained, faintly showing signs of a strong coback.

Seeing this, Fa Zhi lifted his spirits, his parched hands tightly gripping the drum mallet as he fiercely struck down.

"Boom!"

That thunderous sound once again pushed back the evil spirits, but Fa Zhi's face flushed red, and his movents paused.

"Pfft!"

Fa Zhi suddenly sprayed out a stream of blood, his body swaying, nearly collapsing to the ground.

"Abbot!"

"Senior brother, are you alright?" Fa Wu supported Fa Zhi, hurriedly asking, "This evening drum consus too much Inner Strength, senior brother, you...."

This evening drum, a relic of the thousand-year-old Fa Xi Temple, was no ordinary drum. Although it could suppress the evil spirits, beating this drum consud a trendous amount of Inner Strength. If one forcibly continued without sufficient power, it could damage the foundation.

"I'm fine....."

Fa Zhi pushed away Fa Wu and then picked up the drum mallet.

"Boom!" "Boom!"

Fa Zhi struck the evening drum again, and the robust sound vibrated forth.

"Pfft!"

But not even two strikes later, he sprayed another mouthful of fresh blood, which directly splashed onto the drumskin.

"Senior brother!"

Fa Wu couldn't help but say, "Let do it."

"No need....."

Fa Zhi paused only montarily; his actions continued uninterrupted. Each mont the drum mallet dropped, golden ripples trembled outwards, suppressing the evil spirits down.

Fa Wu, seeing that bright red startling blood, felt his own breath catch.

In front of Vilu Hall, everyone watched as Fa Zhi continuously struck the evening drum.

They all waited, waiting for Monk Fa Zhi to fall, for the evil spirits to surge forth completely.

Initially, the evil spirits could still be suppressed, but soon the overflowing evil spirits grew more intense, the black streams evolving from re trickles into a vast swamp, atmosphere spreading, as if to even overshadow the Full Moon.

Originally, the golden ripples could subdue the evil spirits, then they reached a standstill, equally sharing the territory, each occupying half the battlefield, but now it was the evil spirits gaining the upper hand.

An Jing raised his head to look at the evil spirits, his eyebrows twisted into a character for 'river'.

"Pfft!"

Fa Zhi's hand on the drum mallet paused again, another stream of blood spraying forth. His originally parched face grew even more aged, his eyes seemingly losing their light.

Blood drenched the drum mallet, slippery yet grasped, loudly calling to suppress the evil!

"Senior brother....."Fa Wu gazed at the gradually bending figure ahead.

"The Buddha said, 'Compassion is to provide joy. rcy is to remove suffering.' To eradicate the pain of sentient beings and provide them with happiness is compassion,"

It seed as if Fa Zhi was speaking to Fa Wu, to everyone present, and to himself.

"Dong...."

As he spoke, he struck the drum skin with the drum mallet in his hand, but with little force, the sound significantly quieter.

Fa Wu paused, then took a seat cross-legged.

"Namo Hearta Dharaniya Youraya, Namo Arya Avalokiteshvara,"

He uttered these snippets of Buddhist scripture under his breath.

"Amitabha Buddha!"

Following this, other monks from Fa Xi Temple in front of Vilu Hall also sat down cross-legged, chanting Buddhist scriptures following Fa Wu.

The golden light was dim, like flowing waves. Apart from the sound of the drum, only the chant's echo pervaded the ears of all present.

An Jing saw it clearly; he knew Fa Zhi wouldn't last much longer.

Fa Zhi's eyes had lost their luster, and the drum mallet in his hand beca increasingly feeble.

"Dong...."

Fa Zhi could not lift the drum mallet any longer; blood dripped from the corner of his mouth to the ground.

The malevolent energy surged powerfully, transforming into a vast expanse of lake and marsh.

"The seal is about to break."

Tian Cansou's gaze sharpened, a thought crossing his mind.

Liu Qingshan looked at the figure of Fa Zhi, sighing deeply, "Master Fa Zhi, do you realize this is rely futile attachnt?"

The living are but passersby; the dead are the returning.

"Boom!"

Three Temple Mountain seed to tremble as the towering malevolent energy could no longer be contained, rushing forth tumultuously as though it would devour the entire mountain.

This astonishing surge of Qi chanism made An Jing recall the sinister energy ford by countless buried soldier spirits below Lengping, which still hadn't dissipated after a long ti.

The malevolent energy was no different.

It might not lead to complete devastation, but a calamity was certain within tens of miles around Three Temple Mountain.

Only the pieces of Buddhist statues that still retained traces of spirituality in front of Vilu Hall disintegrated into gravel in an instant, and soon after, the golden light emanating from the drum was devoured as well.

The malevolent energy, after swallowing the golden light, swept toward Fa Zhi and the evening drum like a roaring flood.

Fa Zhi lifted his head, watching the malevolent energy fill the sky, his expression neither joyful nor sorrowful, "Conditioned arising ceases, conditions once arisen are empty, loss and gain follow conditions, the mind neither increases nor decreases...."

He stood beneath the evening drum, left his final verse, and his body gradually dissolved into the malevolent energy like a small boat in a storm.

"Brother!"

Fa Wu opened his eyes in dismay and cried out.

Fa Zhi was completely engulfed by the malevolent energy, rging into the darkness.

"Brother, what does nirvana an?"

"Nirvana is the return path."

"The return path?"

"It's the beginning of life."

.....

Fa Wu's heart trembled; Fa Zhi's words still echoing in his mind.

All the monks from Fa Xi Temple present bowed their heads, their expressions full of grief.

"That monk was too attached," sighed Tian Cansou.

"Knowing the outco yet still persisting, how many in this world could do so?" Dai Ling also sighed, "This Fa Zhi truly was a great monk among the Eighteen Arhats."

Master Fa Zhi of Fa Xi Temple, one of the Eighteen Arhats proficient in the Earth Flower skills, revered by countless admirers, died just like that.

The next mont, bright golden light burst forth within the black Qi chanism, stark as the blinding sun in the night, causing everyone to instinctively channel their Inner Strength to shield themselves.

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The people present all felt sowhat wistful.

"Wait!" Liu Qingshan's eyebrows slightly raised.

"Hmm!?"

An Jing also felt a stir in his heart as he watched the black Qi chanism.

The next mont, bright golden light burst forth within the black Qi chanism, stark as the blinding sun in the night, causing everyone to instinctively channel their Inner Strength to shield themselves.

"Is this....."

Seeing this, surprise flashed in Fa Wu's eyes, "Could it be that my brother not only did not die but also gained sudden enlightennt?"

In the Buddhist Law of the Zen Sect, practicing Martial Arts and Buddhist Law are interconnected, and studying corresponding Martial Arts naturally requires a profound understanding of Buddhist Law.

Arhat is a spiritual level in the Western Pure Land, and only those who have advanced sufficiently in Buddhist Law and strength can be called Arhats.

Above the Arhat level are the Vajra and Bodhisattva.

The Bodhisattva bows gently, showing compassion towards all beings. The Vajra, with fierce eyes, subdues demons.

To reach a higher spiritual level requires even more profound Buddhist Law.

Even amongst the many experts and great monks of the Pure Land, only every few decades does a Bodhisattva or a Vajra appear.

Feeling the erging golden light, the next mont, the malevolent energy rapidly receded into the ground.

As the tide of malevolent energy withdrew, clarity returned to heaven and earth, leaving only a mont's golden relic shining brightly in mid-air.

Today,

The Bodhisattva bows gently, widely delivering all sentient beings!

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