An evolutionary game starting from Suolongjing.

Chapter 616: Lingshan is extinguished, telegram to the Holy Buddha

Knowing that Emperor You was shameless, despicable, tyrannical and inhumane, the Buddha had already made preparations and was secretly building up his strength in the Great Hall of the Buddha when this thing broke into the mountain gate and set a huge fire that left the Four Vajra Kings dead or alive.

But He knew that Emperor You was shameless, but he didn't know that this thing could be so shameless!

The Buddha just couldn't help but slightly moved his Dharma image, which was an almost imperceptible movement to mortals, but he was forcibly scammed. The key point is that this thing even had the nerve to curse Him to satisfy its desire, which is the most infuriating thing!
Of course, these little tricks are nothing compared to the Gan Qi that is coming straight at us!
Facing the axe blade so close, the struggle in the eyes of Tathagata Buddha almost materialized and flowed out.

Things are different now than they were before.

I once thought that Zhang Ke, who had just obtained Ganqi, still needed to borrow strength from the Four Great Bodhisattvas and rely on Xiyue for assistance. He was beaten to the point of near death several times by His incarnations. It was only with his strong vitality and some help from the dark side that he barely held on to the stage of exerting strength and defeated His incarnations.

But now, the pressure brought by Zhang Ke alone has made the Buddha feel very uneasy.

The scarlet battle axe was surging with tremendous power based on heaven and earth, the embodiment of authority. It was the skills acquired by the ancient fierce gods in the wilderness in the fight between life and death. It was the despair of countless dying gods and the end of the world. Countless forces and thoughts converged in it, giving the battle axe, which was already a peerless fierce weapon, an exponential surge.

Despite such a brutal and violent attack, the Buddha did not feel the locking sensation that was like a thorn in his flesh.

It was precisely this seemingly random attack that made the Buddha think he had seen through Zhang Ke's intention: he could dodge, but the price would be that the Lingxiao Palace and even the entire Lingshan would have to bear this earth-shattering attack for him. But if he still had some concern for Lingshan, there would be no need to lock on at all, and the Buddha would eagerly take this fatal blow for the Buddhas of Lingshan!
As for the Buddha's choice
As expected, after some struggle, He chose the latter, even though this choice meant that Zhang Ke would always be able to exploit His weaknesses until the moment the two of them were completely determined.

But there was no way, the Buddha really couldn't give up his family business in Lingshan.

The birthplace of Sakyamuni, the origin of Sanskrit and Buddhas, has long been desolate with the change of the gods. Although it has not been extinct, it is already a thing of the past. The numerous new gods and ancient beings will not give it a place to stand.

Because of this, He could only completely forget His past as Sakyamuni and continue to exist in Kyushu as Tathagata Buddha.

But a sacred mountain with many Buddhas, Bodhisattvas and even secular temples is completely different from a sacred mountain with only one Buddha left. The former is huge and powerful, and even if it is suppressed and closed to the public, it is still one of the two orthodox practices in Jiuzhou, rooted in the concepts and laws of Jiuzhou and difficult to uproot.

As for the latter, there is no need to even use Emperor You who has no taboos and is not affected by cause and effect. If the Heavenly Court is willing, it can just send a few emperors to deal with him.

Putting aside the Buddha's thoughts that had drifted far away in a flash, Zhang Ke's purpose was very simple from beginning to end. He used the Buddhas as a threat to capture the Lord of Lingshan, who was known to know everything about the nine provinces, and then use his brain and face to help Zhang Ke.

As for those who agree or disagree, it is not only the Buddha who knows everything in Jiuzhou and can distinguish the four directions. It’s just that He has a grudge against Zhang Ke, and Zhang Ke does not want to mobilize a large number of troops to find a new excuse.

The next moment, Gan Qi and the Buddha's image suddenly collided with each other, and a golden-red shock wave instantly rose from Lingshan Mountain. The spreading aftermath made the entire mountain tremble continuously.

And at this moment when the light was shining brightly, a blade suddenly rose from the shadow of Gan Qi and stabbed straight at the Buddha's head who was raising his arms to resist with difficulty!

At the same time, an arm emerged from behind the Buddha's image, with a white conch shell held in its hand, and the huge hole was facing the jagged blade.

The next moment, the two collided suddenly, and Zhang Ke felt as if he was under deep water, or in some nightclub or disco, with chaotic and harsh sounds filling his ears.

At the same time, the violent vibrations were like waves, one higher than the other. The numbness, soreness and swelling kept coming and Zhang Ke's palms became weak and unable to exert any strength.

But compared to Zhang Ke's distress, the Buddha opposite was looking at the battle-hardened white conch with a look of heartache. There were fine cracks on the surface of the conch, and the harsh and chaotic noise came out from these gaps.

After going through great hardships, he finally found a thousand-year-old snail with a mellow color and no impurities in the North Sea. He promised to escort it to its reincarnation with the status of Arhat, and then he refined this relic into one of the Dharma instruments.

It was hard to come by, and the Buddha treasured it very much on weekdays. He has only used it a few times until today. Unexpectedly, it collapsed before even one round.

One was a broken conch shell, and another was a vajra that was almost cut in half by a Gan Qi, and now only had a piece of the handle holding the axe blade. Even though the Buddha's family was large and powerful, he could not afford the tragic loss of two magical instruments being destroyed in just one encounter.

After all, Lingshan is not like the Heaven. As outsiders in Jiuzhou, except for the Bodhisattvas and Arhats abducted later, there are very few innate treasures bred locally, or even treasures of the same level, in the hands of ancient beings such as Buddha who are not in Jiuzhou.

But the Buddha didn't show any sign of feeling sorry for the broken magic weapon. Instead, Zhang Ke looked like he was enraged, with red blood rushing down his face and spreading throughout his body in an instant.

An ancient and mysterious power spread from his body. Infected by it, the originally golden-red dragon scales were changing into pure gold. Under the armor, layers of fine scales covered Zhang Ke's entire body. A red fire snake hung on his earlobe, staring at the Buddha.

And the already magnificent body expanded several times at this moment!
But at the same time, along with the burst of evil aura, a refreshing sweet scent also emanated from Zhang Ke's body and lingered in the Lingshan Secret Realm.

The Buddha looked at Zhang Ke in surprise.

You're already furious and you're still taking drugs. What? Are you really going to beat me to death?

When the Buddha smelled the fragrance and felt a tiny amount of new strength suddenly surge into his tired body, he quickly understood everything.

Zhang Ke, who had long been accustomed to the situation where if he did not move, he would be dead, or his clan would be destroyed, so he poured his firepower towards the Buddha without hesitation.

Under the three heads and six arms, Gan, Qi, Hupo, and Cangyu took turns to appear
For a moment, the sky in Lingshan was filled with light effects, and the sound of crackling and shattering was also endless!
The Thousand-Armed Dharma Image was half-disassembled by Zhang Ke in just a moment. Immersed in the wanton desire for destruction, feeling the blood that had calmed down begin to accelerate again because of the fierce battle, Zhang Ke felt extremely happy in his heart.

And at this moment, a tiny golden light suddenly shot out from the main hall under the feet of the two.

It looks no different from the Buddha's light emanating from the Buddha, even the waves it emits are exactly the same.

The only difference is that the golden light itself is in the shape of a ring.

It looked like a large headband. The gold bars in the front circled to the left and right, forming two cute decorations shaped like eyes. Looking at this familiar appearance, Zhang Ke, who was originally beating up the Buddha, suddenly became dazed.

His eyes almost involuntarily looked towards the Great Hall.

Crossing the towering door lintel, Zhang Ke saw the Great Hall which was in chaos. All the Buddhas and Bodhisattvas had left their lotus seats. The once elegant hall was now as chaotic and noisy as a mortal market. Dozens of Buddhas and Bodhisattvas had completely abandoned the demeanor of being gods and Buddhas, and formed a circle like mortals, grabbing a thin Buddha with a hairy face and interrogating him about something.

Noticing Zhang Ke's gaze, the thin Buddha grinned with difficulty and smiled at him, then looked at the Buddha beside him:

"I, Sun, don't know how to repay a favor. I only know that if there was no Lingshan, I would still be in Huaguoshan with my monkeys and grandchildren. If there was no Tathagata, there would be no trouble in heaven, no journey to the west to obtain scriptures, and no master and apprentice, father and son would never meet again!" "Huh? How has your Lingshan done anything good to me?"

"Fighting Buddha? I am the Great Sage Equaling Heaven, I am the Monkey King of the Flower-Fruit Mountain. Haha, hahahahaha, old Tathagata, you too should have a taste of your own golden hoop!"

After hearing these words, the golden hoop, under command, shed its outer scattered golden light and revealed its original shape. The surface of the simple headband-style tight hoop was densely engraved with countless scriptures.
The controlled golden hoop pounced directly towards Tathagata!
And just when Tathagata was barely able to breathe a sigh of relief from the intensive bombardment because of Zhang Ke's distraction and was preparing to launch a counterattack, a rebellious voice suddenly sounded behind him, and at the same time, an imperceptible sound of wind suddenly appeared behind him.

With a slight collision sound, the golden hoop directly hit the Buddha's ankle and circled around it.

The next moment, the golden hoop, which looked like an anklet, suddenly began to tighten. The strong force bound the Buddha's calf, leaving a bright red mark on the soft skin. The bones crackled and the Buddha's face changed suddenly.

Looking at the Buddha who was hit by a boomerang from who knows how many years ago, Zhang Ke chopped off one of His arms with a little regret.

The Gan Qi that was retrieved had almost no time to stop, and it chopped down again from high above.
"Crack!"

"Boom!"

Accompanied by a loud roar like pushing a golden mountain and knocking down a jade pillar, one of the only two figures standing on the sacred mountain suddenly froze and motionless. The next moment, a scarlet column of blood shot up into the sky, and the head emitting seven-color Buddha light and full of precious bumps rushed straight into the sky wrapped in blood.

The majestic body emitting Buddha's light was lying on the Lingshan Mountain at its side. I don't know how many pavilions and temples were crushed by that casual body. The empty neck was just right in front of the door of the Main Hall, and the neck like the outlet of a reservoir was pouring out the torrent in the body. The scarlet blood rushed to the Main Hall in an instant.

Even with the cooperation of all the Buddhas, their tremendous magic power turned into an insurmountable high wall blocking the sea of ​​blood, preventing the Great Hall from being contaminated by filth.

But outside the palace, the entire Lingshan Mountain was silent because of this.

Even though after everything that happened before, the Buddha's prestige in Lingshan is no longer as high as before; even though the monks and novices are not satisfied with Lingshan's current compromising attitude and stingy life; even though they complain a lot on weekdays, they do not want to see the fall of Tathagata Buddha!
Everyone knows that Lingshan Mountain has always been able to stand tall above the nine provinces, watching the ever-changing world with a smile. What is the basis for the rolling and unrolling clouds?

It is the foundation laid by the Buddha when he traveled around the nine provinces to spread his teachings, it is the reputation gained by the Buddhas and Bodhisattvas through their good deeds and virtues, it is the sense of honor and disgrace that exists throughout Lingshan, and it is the confidence that whenever there is a drastic change, there will always be someone big to take the brunt of the disaster!

But today, the Buddha, who was the last line of defense, was beheaded in front of countless Buddhist disciples and grandchildren, with his head and body separated. How could they accept this?
Fearful, uneasy, bewildered, and at a loss.

From the Main Hall to the foot of Mount Lingshan, tens of millions of Buddhist disciples and descendants of the Buddha stood there in a daze, staring blankly at the headless figure crawling on Mount Lingshan.

Even during this process, a raging sea of ​​blood poured down from the top of the mountain, and the scarlet waves swept every corner of Lingshan Mountain. Countless Buddhists and their descendants were swept away by the waves, and countless casualties were caused. The Buddhists who were still alive would struggle to climb up from the muddy blood pool, and then stare blankly at the fallen bodies.

And the analogy is to the Buddhist disciples and grandchildren who are truly moved by emotions.

The birds, beasts, mounts and strange creatures were also imitating the act of being sad, while at the same time they did not forget to bury their heads, and secretly licked the ground and smacked their lips while covering their faces and crying. Hmm, so authentic!
Not to mention that the Buddha's blood is equivalent to several large ginsengs in one meal. Anyway, according to the famous saying of Jiuzhou, they always evaluate Lingshan as if they can't wait to eat its flesh and bones.

Although mounts are all destined to be ridden, the treatment of one mount to another is vastly different. Working in heaven means there is no shortage of food and drink, and during their daily practice, someone will take care of their meals. They may even be favored by their masters, receive titles, and hold power. What's even worse, they can even escape the fate of being ridden and become gods in heaven!
But compared to the various preferential treatments given to the mounts of the immortals in heaven, the treatment on the Lingshan side is undoubtedly much worse. Except for the Bodhisattva whose incarnation is involved in the Dirty Buddha of the Plateau, most of their mounts have to be vegetarians like their masters. Needless to say, those who are already cows and horses are naturally treated badly, but how can ferocious creatures like lions, tigers and leopards be treated with just one word?

And this is just the beginning. The user manual of Lingshan mount can tell 80% of it from the book Journey to the West alone.

When there is something going on, you are asked to go down to the mortal world to stop the monkey. When there is nothing going on, you are always called an evil beast. You are beaten back to your original form with a wave of your hand and severely punished. Afterwards, you are not even given a word of comfort, let alone having your own title like in heaven.

Back and forth, over and over again, the wildness of the mounts has been almost worn away. But no matter how deep their Buddhist roots are, mounts are mounts and they will never be able to stand up and take charge!
It is worth mentioning that among the Lingshan Mountains, apart from the Peacock Mother and the Golden-winged Dapeng, who are of the bloodline of the ancient gods of the Nine Provinces and the seeds of heaven, there are very few Bodhisattvas and Venerables other than the human race!
In heaven, non-human beings are not common, but they are definitely not rare!
Eight Heavenly Dragons?

This thing is indeed a part of Lingshan, and it is also the base camp for all kinds of supernatural beings.

But before you mention this, you have to understand the relationship between the Bodhisattva and the Dharma Protector. Shareholders and the security guard at the gate are both employees of the company. Can you say that they have the same status?

Even if you are lucky enough to become the security captain, you are still a slave after all. If they don't like you, they can fire you at any time.

But it is worth mentioning that the supernatural beings are not qualified to be on the list, but the barbarians from the Buddha's kingdom are qualified to be on the list. Many of them have strange looks, green faces and fangs, and do not look kind!

In this way, they not only have to be beaten like cattle and horses, but also have to work hard without complaint and never see the hope of promotion. It is because Lingshan's method of captive breeding is too sophisticated, dynamically balancing the comprehensive strength of each mount so that it can never be beyond the control of the owner.

In this case, it is no wonder that the mounts gloat over others' misfortune and even gnash their teeth and suck blood!

Yes, they are indeed cowardly and despicable, so much so that they only dare to drink a few mouthfuls of Buddha's blood here to vent their anger in their hearts and shout out in relief; but at the same time, if you are powerful, then you can come up with it, right?

The Buddha's head is in Emperor You's hands. If he takes it back, he can resurrect his boss. But how come it's almost been a cup of tea, and the whole Lingshan is full of mourning ghosts. Is there no one who has the courage?
It seems that you are also cowards, unwilling to resist Emperor You, so what is the reason for you to laugh at them?
Oh, I forgot. Not all of the Buddha's sons and grandsons were as sad as if their father had died. The Fighting and Victory Buddha, who had escaped from the suppression due to the shock of the Bodhisattvas, was squatting in the main hall, laughing and cursing like a madman:

"Hehe, old Tathagata, you have also encountered difficulties today. I, Sun, have been wanting to say this for a long time. Look at how ugly you are, like a toad that has become a spirit. I, Sun, will... look, look, where are you standing to see you?"

Ignore certain obscene words that cannot be heard even in the filth of Lingshan.

While cursing, Monkey Head never stopped working.

The cassock that was once regarded as a treasure was stepped on by his feet. A pair of hairy monkey paws scratched and bit it frantically. Every sound of tearing cloth could make him excited for a long time.

"call!"

Zhang Ke, who was holding up the Buddha's head and helping the noisy guy to manually mute his microphone, looked below with a complicated expression.

As his childhood idol, the two titles of The Great Sage Equaling Heaven and Fighting Buddha accompanied him through winter and summer vacations after winter and summer vacations, especially the sentence: From now on, you can only call me The Great Sage Equaling Heaven, and no longer call me The King.

Zhang Ke often used it in his childhood games.

As for the various monsters and demons in Journey to the West, I was very adept at playing them as a child.

The Monkey King, who was supposed to be so majestic, now seemed like a naughty monkey on Mount Emei, crying and shouting, throwing tantrums and rolling around. As the childhood filter was shattered, Zhang Ke felt inexplicably sad.
(End of this chapter)