Chapter 212: The Enlightenment of Hunyuan Wuji Golden Immortal and the Edict to Confer All Buddhas(1/2)
In the west, on Mount Sumeru, Yuanshi stands with his hands behind his back.
The other hand is holding the Three Treasures Jade Ruyi, and the shadow of the innate treasure Pangu Banner is constantly swaying behind it.
Although the innate treasure has not yet materialized, the aura of great terror and destruction has already overwhelmed the surrounding void.
"Zhunti, Jieyin, your Buddhist sect is so wantonly beguiling the disciples of my teaching, do you really think that my teaching has no one left?"
Yuan Shi's voice was extremely cold. He raised his hand, and the three precious jade flew out as he wished.
Under the urging of the saint's supreme magic power, it grew bigger in the wind and turned into the size of ten thousand feet.
Then, under the control of Yuan Shi, he smashed into Mount Sumeru with the force of Mount Tai.
If this blow hits hard, there will probably be no Mount Xumi in the Three Realms in the future.
"Brother Yuanshi Dao, what are you doing?"
"Yuanshi, don't go too far!"
On Mount Xumi, two rays of golden light flew up. Zhunti held the Seven Wonderful Treasure Tree, and the leading hand held the twelve-grade golden lotus of merit.
They worked together to create a burst of mana, and then they knocked back Sanbaoyu Ruyi.
Zhunti, Jieyin was shocked and angry. He never expected that Yuanshi would be so unscrupulous, ignore Daozu's edict, and take action directly.
At that moment, if their reaction had been half a breath slower.
The huge Sumeru Mountain may fall apart.
When the time comes, I am afraid that countless Buddhist disciples will turn into dust and be buried with them in Mount Xumi
At this moment, all the races in the prehistoric era reacted and took a breath of cold air.
"What did the sage Yuanshi say? His disciples actually rebelled and became Buddhists? Is this true or false?"
"It's probably very close to causing the Saint of Yuanshi to be so angry."
"It is no wonder that the Saint of Yuanshi was so angry because he rebelled against Chan and became a Buddhist. Now, the two Saints of the West are going to be in trouble."
"Hiss, during the Great Tribulation of the Gods, half of the Twelve Golden Immortals were on the list, and now there are disciples who have defected to the West. The Chan Sect is really getting worse and worse... let alone compared with the Jie Sect.
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"Hush, be quiet, the Saint of Yuanshi is angry. You say these words, aren't you afraid that the Saint will kill you in anger?"
Only then did the man react and quickly shut his mouth, not daring to talk nonsense anymore.
In the west, on Mount Sumeru, Zhunti hummed.
"Brother Yuanshi Dao, it is indeed true that your disciples of the Chan School defected to the West, but that was a voluntary act, and they were done willingly, and they were not forced by us. Why are you causing trouble for us?"
Jie Yin put his hands together and made a Buddha name.
"Amitabha, I am compassionate. Brother Yuanshi Taoist is too angry. It's time to calm down the fire."
Yuan Shi stared at the two of them and said coldly, "Two stinky bald donkeys are talking nonsense. If it weren't for you and me who used the Western sect to deceive you, how would I, the Yuqing sect, dare to rebel and become a Buddhist?"
Being scolded as a bald donkey by Yuan Shi in front of countless living beings in the ancient world, Zhunti was also a little angry.
"Whether it's voluntary or not, we don't have to say, let them come out and have their own say."
After Zhunti finished speaking, he waved his hand, and the supreme magic power fell into the foot of Mount Sumeru.
Then he lifted the lamp and lit it, fearing to leave Sun Cihang, and Manjusri was detained in the air.
Looking at the four burning lamps wearing seven-colored cassocks and hairless heads, Yuanshi's eyes became even colder
The Pangu flag behind him also swayed even more fiercely.
A supreme murderous intention rose rapidly at this moment and spread in all directions.
He stared at the four Ran Deng people and said coldly, "I treat you well. I have elixirs, spiritual roots, immortal magic, and everything else. Why do you want to betray me and join Buddhism?"
Yuan Shi's gaze seemed to turn into two substantial sharp swords, which stabbed Ran Deng and the four of them so hard that they dared not look directly at them.
But at this time, the four of them also knew that this opportunity was the perfect investment certificate.
Otherwise, even if they reluctantly become Buddhists, the Second Sage of the West will never reuse them.
Ran Deng gritted his teeth and spoke first, "Yuanshi Saint, I worshiped you as Chan Cult just to seek the way of the Great Way. Going one step further, after joining Chan Cult, although I became the deputy leader in name, I have nothing to do with him.
Yi, work hard without complaining, and serve the Twelve Golden Immortals wholeheartedly."
"Even so, good things are not mine, but bad things are all mine. Sage, please tell me, how can I endure such a teaching?"
The more Ran Deng talked, the more excited he became, and by the end, he wanted to reveal all the anger in his heart.
Listening to Ran Deng's words, Yuan Shi remained silent. In fact, he had vaguely felt that Ran Deng had a second thought from the very beginning, so he did not teach the Dharma of the Great Dao.
Therefore, although Yuanshi was angry about what Ran Deng said, he acknowledged everything and did not reject it.
Yuanshi's acquiescence caused an uproar in the eyes of the monks from the three realms.
"Hiss, I thought it was such a glorious thing for Taoist Ran Deng to worship Chan Cult, but I didn't expect that the deputy cult leader sounds nice, but he is usually treated like a bull and horse..."
"The Great Sage may seem glamorous, but I didn't expect it to be so ruthless and cold..."
"In this way, it is understandable that Ran Deng defected, but why did those three golden immortals, namely Sun Sun, Cihang and Manjusri, defect?"
"Could it be that the saint was also very harsh on the three direct descendants, treating them like cattle and horses?"
In mid-air, the three people, afraid to stay and Sun, said coldly.
"The sage prefers Guangchengzi, Chi Jingjing, Jade Cauldron, and Taiyi. If there are any good treasures, they can be used by the three of them. They are not worried about the scarcity but the inequality. If you explain it like this, what are we waiting for?"
"Yes, Junior Brother Huanglong is also the Twelve Golden Immortals of Kunlun. He traveled through the wilderness and got the name of Sanwu Zhenren."
"The Four No Real Persons, Can a Saint Know What It Means?"
"There is no cultivation, no disciples, no brains, and no achievements."
"This is how outside monks evaluate Junior Brother Huanglong. The sage asked, how can we continue to practice teaching?"
The words of Sun, Cihang and Manjusri were like a heavy hammer hitting Yuanshi's heart.
Even the Taoist heart of the Yuanshi Saint was trembling slightly at this moment!
The Twelve Golden Immortals of Kunlun, Huanglong Zhenren, were forced to accept him as disciples because he offered the Kowloon Agarwood Chariot through the back door. Therefore, they were not favored by him, and he did not bestow any spiritual treasures on weekdays.
But except for Huang Long, he did not say that he treated the other Golden Immortals equally, but he also tried to maintain fairness.
Let them practice together and make progress together so that the gap between them will not be too far apart.
But he worked so hard, but what he got in return was backstabbing and hatred from three people.
At this moment, Yuan Shi felt inexplicably discouraged
On the other side, Zhunti and Jieyin were a little nervous, and kept winking at Ran Deng and the others.
Even if they were asked to stand up and disassociate themselves from Chanjiao, they would not be so irritating to Yuanshi.
With Yuanshi's temperament, if he tried his best to start a war with them, would such a huge Mount Sumeru be safe?
Opposite, Yuan Shi stared at the four Ran Deng people with cold eyes.
After a while, he did not become angry and kill four people, but instead let out a long sigh.
"That's all, that's all. Everyone has his or her own ambitions. Since your ambition is in the West, I won't stop you anymore. From now on, I will sever all ties with you and have nothing to do with you."
Yuan Shi was obviously a little frustrated and unwilling to pursue the case any further.
After leaving these words, he tore the void with a wave of his hand and disappeared over Mount Sumeru in the blink of an eye.
Seeing Yuanshi leave like this, I was a little disappointed when I was born in the Three Realms.
"I originally wanted to see the Saint of Yuanshi fight one against two in a furious battle with the Two Saints of the West... Now it seems that I have no luck."
"Hey, the Three Saints War, aren't you worried that the four major continents will be shattered again?"
"The battle between the saints is so terrifying. I'm afraid we can't bear even the slightest aftermath, right?"
Zhunti and Jie Yin looked at each other and both breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, Yuan Shi withdrew...
If a war really breaks out, their brothers and sisters will not be afraid.
But the battleground is the West, and it will definitely cause indescribable harm to the West!
What's more important is that Taozu ordered that the saints should not take action in the three realms for immeasurable calamities.
If they take action and break Daozu's rules, and Daozu withdraws his promise of the next calamity in the west, then they will really want to cry without tears.
"Saint, can you put us down..."
Zhunti, the sound of burning lamps came to Yin's ears.
They almost forgot that the four Ran Deng people were still trapped in mid-air by them.
Zhunti immediately withdrew his magic power and let it go for a few days. At the same time, he got a lot closer to the four Ran Deng people.
With such a commotion, the four Ran Deng people had no choice but to look at Dongfang carefully...
On Jin'ao Island, in the Biyou Palace, the leader of the Tongtian Cult sighed, his face was not filled with gloating, but instead was filled with a touch of coldness.
"Afraid of leaving behind grandchildren, Cihang and Manjusri are all people who have forgotten their ancestors!"
To be continued...