Chapter Thirty-Four: Buddhist Guardian Deity

  "Haha, you treacherous Taoist, can your fragrance still trap me, Xuankong?" Xuankong broke free from the entwining fragrance of the Unyielding Flower and tossed his long sword into the air.

  A silver light flashed on the sword, rolling up a hundred feet of sword light, and chopped straight down towards Shen Hui's head.

  Shen Hui's expression changed, and he secretly said, "It's bitter!" He didn't even care about the incense burner that Xuan Kong had shattered with his Nine Heavens Mysterious Origin True Thunder. He stretched out his hand and drew a Taiji symbol on his forehead with his sleeve to block Xuan Kong's sword energy.

  Where did Xu Kong suffer such a great loss?

  Dangxia stretched out his hand and recalled the Xianjian, straightened up and pounced on it, waving the treasure sword in his hand, surrounding Shen Hui Zhenren in a chaotic slash.

  The two of them fought over a hundred rounds on the Cloud Road, rolling and tumbling along the way, without knowing where they had arrived. The demons and monsters on the ground were shocked by their Taoist skills, and didn't dare to intervene, instead ordering the little demons to close the cave and let them fight freely.

  There are also those sacred mountains and blessed lands everywhere, with colorful lights opening up a protective grand formation.

  The disciples who were not good enough to cultivate hid in the protective mountain array, while many scattered immortals with deep Taoist skills: earth immortals, water immortals, fire immortals, true immortals, flying immortals, and ghost immortals all crouched on their respective mountains, greeting each other while watching this rare good show.

  "How long has it been since we've seen a fairy fight?"

  "Since the beginning of the Dragon Han's first era, through the extinction of dinosaurs, the struggle between witches and demons, and the battle for dominance among gods, it has been more than a hundred years since we last saw this kind of fairy family duel."

  An elderly senior glanced out of the mountain gate, sighed that young people nowadays have a strong aura, and then withdrew his head. He was focused on contemplating the Yellow Court, refining the Golden Elixir, and had no spare energy to bother with other people's trivial matters.

  Shen Hui Zhenren gradually couldn't match Xuan Kong, so he said: "You and I have a deep origin, we don't have any great hatred, why not follow Poor Dao's words and stop fighting?"

  Xuan Kong didn't bother to respond, another one claiming to have a deep relationship with his own sect.

  Go ask Deng Lizi of the Kunlun Sect if this nonsense has any effect?

  What's meant to be beaten is still to be beaten, what's meant to be snatched is still to be snatched.

  Shen Hui saw that Zhen Ren's hands didn't stop, knowing he didn't believe his words, so he had to explain: "I see that your Thunder Method has inherited the ancient Great Dao lineage. Our two sects have been like one family since ancient times, with Red Lotus and White Jade being closely related. Why would I deceive you?"

  Xuan Kong's hand paused for a moment, and he muttered to himself: "It has always been Master who claims to have inherited the ancient divine Tao, could it be true?"

  Shen Hui Zhen Ren took a deep breath and smiled, saying: "I am one of the Twelve True Lords of Jing Ming Dao, a disciple of Shi Gong Miao Ji Zhen Jun Xu Tian Shi. Do you know this?"

  Xuan Kong struck out a thunderbolt and nodded. Xu Tian Shi was one of the four great heavenly masters in the Heavenly Court, and his name was naturally renowned among any cultivator, but he didn't know what connection this Xu Tian Shi had with the Daoist lineage of his own Cui Shan Sect.

  "Xu Tian Shi received the method of San Qing, which is to obtain the transmission of 'Tai Shang Ling Bao Jing Ming Fa' from the Supreme Saint True Man, belonging to the orthodox lineage of Tai Qing Saint and being a direct descendant of San Qing."

  The void was silent, and the strange man said: "Even if you are a direct disciple of the Supreme Saint, what does it have to do with me? Is my Cangshan sect also part of the Supreme Saint's lineage?" He saw clearly in this world that there were too many powerful gods, Buddhas, demons, and monsters. If he wanted to make his way in the world, he still needed to find a powerful backer.

  Taiqing Laozi Shengren's thigh is absolutely thick enough.

  The pressure on his hands gradually eased, and Zhenren knew that it was effective. He hastily shook his head and said, "No, I am from the Taiqing sect, but you are not."

  Xuan Kong was calming his emotions, wanting to make amends with Shen Hui Zhen Ren, but heard him shake his head in denial. With a flash of the treasured sword in his hand, he stared at Shen Hui's good head and slashed out 180 swords in succession, forcing Shen Hui's words back into his belly.

  Shen Hui Zhenren had barely managed to hold off the Xuan Kong Treasure Sword, and was just about to speak, when suddenly a loud Buddhist chant echoed through the air, shaking the heavens!

  "Namo Amitabha Buddha, Buddha's great compassion!"

  Two people turned their heads to look, and saw a bald-headed man wearing a plain monk's robe standing on the cloud, with a pair of eagle-like noses facing Xuan Kong and Shen Hui Zhenren. Xuan Kong looked at Shen Hui Zhenren opposite him and asked: "Has your fellow disciple come to support you?"

  Shen Hui Zhenren said angrily: "I just told you earlier, I am the true monarch of Jingming Dao, the orthodox heir of Sanqing. What kind of monk is my brother?"

  Xuan Kong put away his sword and waved his hand, saying: "My fellow disciples of the Cui Mountain Sect are all Taoist priests, none of us have bald relatives."

  However, the two of them fought fiercely, startling the powerful beings who were offering sacrifices in the city below. Only then did they step on the clouds and come to take a look. The bald monk's eyes gleamed with sharpness, his body lean and gaunt, but his eyes shone brightly like an eagle, as if he was a great bird of prey gazing down at ants on the ground.

  "Amitabha Buddha!" The bald monk stepped on the cloud and walked to the front of Xuankong, pointing at him: "Following the decree of our Great Song Dynasty's National Master, you have a fate with my Buddha, you should enter the Great Song Dynasty to receive the title of Buddhist Guardian!"

  Xuan Kong and Shen Hui looked at each other in dismay. They were both Taoist cultivators, and from any perspective, they had nothing to do with the Buddha.

  "Great Song Dynasty's State Preceptor?" Xuan Kong brushed aside the clouds and looked down at the lower realm, his face suddenly changing drastically.

  If it's really fate with Buddha, then so be it.

  But now, the one in Bianjing City at the lower boundary, is he really a Buddhist disciple? He doesn't remember which Buddha's true body was a thousand-legged centipede in the Western Paradise, but only knows that when his senior watched movies, that centipede spirit was indeed using Buddhism as a cover to stir up trouble.

  But why didn't any Buddhist or Taoist masters come forward, and instead it was the young disciples of Kunlun Mountain, Yan Chixia and Ning Caichen, a weak scholar from the mortal world, who accidentally ruined the good deed of Ci Hang's universal salvation? There must be some ulterior motive behind this, there must be something fishy going on.

  Xuan Kong didn't respond, and his body quietly retreated two steps backwards. He silently activated his True Yuan and opened his Heavenly Eye to look at the large man with the glowing head.

  A formless light emanated from Xuán Kōng's eyes, enveloping the bald-headed man, but was blocked by the golden light on his body. Xuán Kōng rubbed his eyes and secretly pulled out a true talisman from his sleeve to wipe in front of his eyes. When he looked up again, on the bald-headed monk's head, which had a auspicious cloud above it, sat a majestic figure with a Buddhist aura surrounding its primordial spirit - a Golden-eyed Divine Eagle from the Primordial Chaos.

  "Is he really the Bright King Guardian of Buddhism?" Xuan Kong pondered silently, but he did know that Buddhism had a habit of picking up demons everywhere and transforming them into Bright King Guardians.

  Although not very pleasing to the eye, there was no reason for him to offend Buddhism without cause. He made a bow to the bald-headed man: "I am Xuan Kong, a disciple of the Daoist Qian Shan Sect, I don't know how to address the master?"

  The divine eagle Ming Wang transformed into a monk, with an extremely arrogant demeanor, not returning the courtesy, only embracing his hands and spitting out his own name: "Ben Shi Zuo Ming Wang Ju Diao!"

  He spoke again, "You two, your audacity is not small, daring to be so presumptuous on the city of Bianjing. Don't you go with me to see the National Master Ci Hang Pu Du Zhen Ren?" Xuan Kong had not yet spoken, but Shen Hui Zhen Ren coldly ridiculed, "What Ci Hang Pu Du Zhen Ren? Is it not the case that Guanyin from the South Sea has arrived here in her divine carriage? When did she again return to our Daoist school's laws?"

  Shen Hui Zhenren's words have some basis, it should be known that the South China Sea Guanyin of Great Mercy and Great Compassion to save suffering and observe the world is originally from the Taoist Sanqingmen. He was a pre-heavenly born great saint who practiced Taoism in the Jade Void Palace, where he worshipped Yu Qing Shengren as his master. Later, after the Great Calamity of the Sealing of the Gods, he broke out of the door and returned to the Western Heaven, only then changing his name to Guanyin Bodhisattva.

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