A heavy snowstorm raged on, and three Romanesque warships of the first rank floated in the air above the valley, exuding a thick aura of killing intent.

  Chir stood naked on a black boulder, his fine body shivering in the cold wind, with large goosebumps all over his smooth skin.

  "Give me the child." Chiel yelled as loudly and calmly as possible.

  "They have a predestined affinity with the Buddha, and are destined to be people of my Buddhist sect. Our fates have been fulfilled, go!" A hoarse and unpleasant voice came from the stone cave on the mountain wall, and a gentle force rolled out, sending Chier hundreds of meters away.

  "Give me the child!" His body still floating in mid-air, Chiru let out a sharp roar, struggling desperately like an injured lioness.

  The white lotus flower held up Chielo, taking her all the way to the Roman warship hundreds of meters away.

  A Romanesque warship silently descended dozens of meters, a hatch on the bottom of the ship slid open, and a green light shot down, sucking Chelm into the ship. The other two warships slowly flew forward towards the mountain wall, all the armor plating on the bow gun positions opened, and dozens of black holes aimed at the cave on the mountain wall.

  "Give me back my child, or else... Ill kill you!" echoed Chiels voice throughout the valley.

  "Good!"

  A dull, thunder-like Buddhas voice rolled out of the cave, and two huge white treasure bottles shot out with a whistling sound, hitting the two warships in front.

  In the midst of a deafening shattering sound, two warships began to disintegrate from the bow, and in the blink of an eye, they turned into countless fragments floating in mid-air. The plasma engine units inside the warship collapsed as a whole in an extremely short period of time, and even before they could explode, they had already become countless points of light falling from the sky.

  All the crew members on the left warship were crushed along with the warship; all the crew members on the right warship, however, were separately supported by a mass of white lotus energy and sent to the bottom of the warship hundreds of meters away.

  "Life and death are but an illusion, nothing more than the Buddhas smile when he held up a flower. Lady donor, you have been enlightened."

  Apart from the sound of wind and snow, there was not a single other sound in the valley. After about three minutes, the only remaining Roman warship hastily landed to pick up all surviving companions and then took off urgently and left the valley.

  Shengsha Buddha carried two infants in his arms, slowly walking out of the stone cave. He gazed at the warships flying into the clouds and softly chanted a Buddhist mantra.

  "I take refuge in Amitabha Buddha. Female donor, we will meet again without a fixed date. Our karmic connection is exhausted in this life, and in the next life, I, a poor monk, will continue our good affinity with you."

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  Seventeen years later, on the top of Mount Everest, Shengkong Buddha sat cross-legged facing west.

  Prajna and Mahaka brothers wore coarse cloth robes, quietly kneeling behind the Buddha of Life and Death.

  The body of the Birth and Death Buddha continued to expand and contract, sometimes white and plump, sometimes black and withered. Between the alternating black and white, a chaotic and blurry aura constantly emerged from his body. A grayish aura enveloped the entire body of the Birth and Death Buddha, making his figure vague and indistinct, as if he was no longer in this world.

  "Prajna." Prajna knelt down on the ground.

  "Mahatma." Mahatma knocked his head on the ground with force.

  "Descend the mountain. Go to the North. Your fate is in the mortal world. Remember one thing, until you reach the state where the two vital energies of life and death are intertwined without end within your body, and the thirteen meridians operate ceaselessly, never fuse with the treasure left by your father."

  With a loud cough, the Living Buddha tore open his own chest and took out two purple crystals the size of fists from his thoracic cavity and handed them to Banruo for safekeeping.

  "In those years, for the sake of these two sons, I killed more than 3,400 people in the Manchu family, and my sins are deep. After coming down from the mountain, remember to accumulate merits for me, recite the Diamond Sutra 100,000 times to atone for my sins. Mahā... Everything goes according to your hearts desire!"

  The two brothers stuck their foreheads together on the snowy ground, and suddenly a Buddha lifted his head and gazed up at the skys proud sun.

  A flash of sapphire-colored flames burst forth from the brow of the Buddha of Life and Death, rapidly engulfing his entire body.

  He was born, killed, and transformed, leaving nothing behind but a clean slate. Not even half a grain of relics remained. His lifelong cultivation had all been poured into the bodies of Prajna and Mahakala, quietly hidden within their meridians.

  The two brothers quietly got up and silently recited scriptures for a while with no joy or sorrow.

  The next moment, Mohe suddenly jumped three feet high, and with a frenzied swing of his fist towards the sky, he roared: "That old thing is finally dead! Haha, were going down the mountain! Wahahahaha!"