SWDnovel Chapter 46 The Fury of Buddhism!
Chapter 46 The Fury of Buddhism!
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At this moment, in an ancient temple deep in the Western Desert, the atmosphere was extremely oppressive.
The innermost hall is usually kept closed, and only the most senior members of the temple can enter.
At this moment, the doors of the main hall were wide open.
Inside the hall, a gaunt figure sat cross-legged on a lotus platform.
He wore a dark red kasaya, had no hair on his head, his face was as thin as a rake, and his eyes were deep-set, yet surprisingly bright.
He was surrounded by a rich golden aura of Buddhism and Zen light, appearing compassionate and solemn, but deep within his eyes, a hint of stubbornness and ferocity occasionally flashed, sending chills down one's spine.
Moksha Ancient Buddha.
At this moment, several gray-robed monks were kneeling in front of him, their heads bowed, their bodies trembling, and they dared not utter a sound.
On the ground between them sat a bronze oil lamp. The wick had gone out, and the oil had dried up, leaving only a wisp of smoke that was slowly drifting away.
The lamp of life.
The life lamp of an important Buddhist disciple is connected to the disciple's life.
As long as the light is there, the person is there; when the light goes out, the person dies.
The owner of this lamp is Huiming.
To the outside world, he is the last disciple of the Great Buddha Moksha and an outstanding representative of the younger generation of Buddhism. But in reality—he is the biological son of the Great Buddha Moksha.
The Great Buddha Moke used his own spiritual essence to conceive a child through the lotus platform in the spiritual realm. This was not considered worldly love, nor did it violate Buddhist precepts.
He publicly declared that this was a disciple he had brought back from the mortal world, given the Dharma name Huiming, whom he had secretly nurtured from a young age, passed on his mantle to, and placed endless hopes upon.
But now, the lights are off.
Huiming is dead.
The Great Buddha Mokha stared at the extinguished lamp of life, his gaunt face expressionless. His aura remained serene, his breath steady, as if the one who had died was truly an insignificant disciple.
But the monks kneeling on the ground felt a chill rising from the depths of their bones.
Because they knew that the calmer the Great Buddha appeared, the more terrifying he was.
"Where is Liaokong?" the Great Buddha Moke spoke. His voice was very soft and flat, without any emotional fluctuation.
The monk kneeling at the front hurriedly replied, "Brother Liaokong...Brother Liaokong went with Brother Huiming. He...he didn't come back either."
The Great Buddha of Moke remained silent.
He slowly raised his right hand, spread his five fingers, and gently grasped at the void.
In a corner of the main hall, space distorted, and a figure was pulled out of the void by an invisible hand and slammed heavily to the ground.
It was empty.
He was the same fat monk who had led the attack on Long Li and Jiang Yu. At this moment, his robes were tattered, he was covered in wounds, and his aura was extremely weak.
His life force was still burning, but it flickered unpredictably, clearly on the verge of exhaustion.
Liaokong lay prostrate on the ground, and the moment he saw the Great Buddha of Moke, extreme fear appeared on his face. He struggled to get up and kowtow, but his body would not obey him.
"Great...Great Ancient Buddha..." His voice was hoarse, choked with sobs, "This disciple is incompetent...Brother Huiming...he was..."
"I understand."
The Great Buddha Moke interrupted him. His tone remained calm, but something was slowly burning in his sunken eyes.
"Who is that woman?"
Liao Kong stammered, "I...I don't know. I only saw her riding a purple-gold divine dragon, coming from the direction of the Myriad Dragon Nest..."
"The Nest of Ten Thousand Dragons?"
The eyes of the Great Buddha of Moke narrowed slightly.
Liao Kong wanted to say something more, but the Great Buddha Moke didn't give him another chance. His five fingers clenched tightly.
With a crisp "crack," Liao Kong's body was crushed as if by an invisible giant hand, his bones breaking and flesh flying everywhere. He didn't even have time to scream before he turned into a pool of blood.
The other monks in the hall were so frightened that they all prostrated themselves on the ground, not daring to raise their heads.
The Great Buddha Moke withdrew his hand, looked at the lingering blood aura in his palm, and slowly said, "Taking him out without keeping an eye on Huiming for me is a disgrace."
The hall was deathly silent.
After an unknown amount of time, an old monk sitting next to the Great Buddha Moke finally spoke. His Dharma name was Yuanjue, and he was an old friend of the Great Buddha Moke for many years, as well as one of the few people who dared to speak in front of him.
"Senior Brother," Yuan Jue's voice was soft, "we disciples are also deeply saddened by Huiming's matter. But that purple-gold divine dragon... if it came from the Myriad Dragon Nest, then this matter is likely to have far-reaching implications. After all, the Myriad Dragon Nest is an ancient royal family with profound foundations, and it has the Myriad Dragon Emperor in charge. Although the Myriad Dragon Emperor is an ancient emperor who severed his own life, he is still a powerful figure of the royal path. For the sake of a disciple..." He didn't finish his sentence, but his meaning was clear. Offending the Myriad Dragon Nest for the sake of a disciple was not worth it.
The Great Buddha of Moke remained silent.
Yuan Jue continued, "Senior Brother, you have many disciples. Although Huiming is highly talented, he is not irreplaceable. Perhaps... we should just let it go. We can send someone to question Wanlong Nest, but there's no need for a major conflict."
The other monks in the hall nodded in agreement. They were unaware of the true relationship between Huiming and the Great Ancient Buddha, and in their view, it was indeed not worth provoking the Myriad Dragon Nest for the sake of a disciple.
The Great Buddha of Moke slowly closed his eyes.
He didn't explain. He couldn't explain.
Although Buddhism has unspoken rules that allow highly accomplished individuals to conceive offspring using their spiritual essence, this is ultimately a clandestine matter. If it were to become public, it would be a tremendous blow to his reputation and the image of Buddhism.
Moreover, Huiming was not only his son, but also the successor he had carefully nurtured for hundreds of years. He had entrusted all his life's learning, his understanding of Buddhism and Taoism, and his ambitions to this child.
Now, everything is ruined.
The Great Buddha Moke opened his eyes, and his sunken eyes burned with undisguised rage and murderous intent.
"The Nest of Ten Thousand Dragons." He murmured the name, his voice barely audible, "There must be a price to pay for this."
Yuan Jue frowned: "Senior brother, although the Myriad Dragon Emperor committed suicide, he was still an ancient emperor. We..."
The Great Buddha Moke's lips curled into an icy smile, his eyes flashing with murderous intent. "A mere ancient emperor who has severed himself and is now hiding in a forbidden zone, barely clinging to life. My Buddhist sect is now at its peak, and my teacher, Amitabha Buddha, is about to complete his Dharma journey and attain enlightenment. At that time, my teacher will be the new ancient emperor, the new Heavenly Emperor. What is a mere Wanlong Emperor on his deathbed worth mentioning?"
He suddenly stood up, his dark red kasaya fluttering in the wind, his body exuding a strange and terrifying aura, a mixture of Buddhist and ferocious energy.
"Whoever dares to kill my son...whoever kills my disciple Minghui, must pay the price. Wanlong Nest must pay a bloody price for this."
The cold voice, filled with boundless resentment and murderous intent, echoed for a long time in the hall.
The monks inside the hall remained silent, and no one dared to offer any further advice.
Yuan Jue looked at the stubborn face of the Great Buddha Moke and sighed inwardly. He knew he couldn't persuade him. His senior brother usually seemed compassionate, but once his sore spot was touched, he was more ruthless than anyone else.
"Investigate," the Great Buddha Moke commanded. "Find out the woman's background and... whether she has the support of the Myriad Dragon Nest. I want to see who gave her such audacity."
"Yes." The monks quickly accepted the order and scrambled out of the main hall.