Under one person: I, Zhang Zhiwei, the arrogant Zhang.

Chapter 656: Damn Tathagata, I'd rather do it myself

On Mount Tiantai, Buddha's light shot up into the sky, the heaven and earth were filled with Sanskrit chants, and various Zen sayings echoed in everyone's hearts like magic sounds piercing their ears.

The golden Buddha transformed by Master Kurong wore a crown on his head, a necklace around his neck, long ears and a broad forehead. His golden body was dazzling, but there was a creepy crimson in his eyes.

The golden Buddha suddenly raised his palm, which was almost as high as the clouds on the top of the mountain, and the giant palm pressed down on the sky and the earth.

It was as if the sky was rolling back, and everyone was enveloped in golden light. A huge Buddha's palm covered the sky and slapped down, as if a human was about to slap the ant colony below to death with one hand.

The target of this palm is not only Zhang Zhiwei, but also the younger generation behind Zhang Zhiwei, and even the older generation of righteous masters, are all within this palm.

He wanted to smack everyone to death.

At this moment, both the young elites and the old masters felt as if a mountain was pressing down on their heads.

Under this powerful sense of oppression and life-and-death crisis, those who were originally kneeling on the ground and kowtowing began to crawl away, trying to escape from the range of this palm.

But their efforts were doomed to be in vain. Although the palm was not falling fast, they had been locked by the Qi. This Qi would keep pulling them. If they could not break free, they would have nowhere to escape.

There are also some people, such as Lu Ci, Lu Jin and others, who are approaching Zhang Zhiwei.

Although Zhang Zhiwei was in the very center of the Buddha's Palm landing point, out of their consistent trust, they felt that it was the safest place.

Cheng Zhen, the eldest brother of Trinity, has already fully unleashed his counter-rebirth power. He originally wanted to escape from this palm strike, and he had the confidence to do so.

But when he saw his two fellow apprentices advancing instead of retreating and running to the most dangerous place, he was stunned for a moment, wondering whether he should take Lu Jin and Li Muxuan away.
But soon, he made up his mind and rushed to Zhang Zhiwei, not to take his two junior brothers away, but to deal with it together with Zhang Zhiwei.

The reason why he made this move was not because of Li Muxuan and Lu Jin, but because he remembered his own master's admiration for the little Taoist priest.

Out of trust in his master, he chose to stand by Zhang Zhiwei.

Patriarch Lu and Patriarch Wang did not approach Zhang Zhiwei, nor did they run out of the range of the Buddha's palm, but were in a middle position, neither far nor near.

They have their own considerations, they observe the situation, and then make a decision.

As for the head of the Tang clan, he was still standing on the pagoda in the distance.

He looked at the huge golden Buddha with a serious expression, wondering whether his last pill could take the other party's life.

He soon came to the conclusion that it was impossible. No matter how powerful Dan Shi was, he had to hit the target. Ku Rong was hiding in the golden Buddha that was as tall as a pagoda, and he was not sure he could hit the opponent.

If senior brother were here, relying on his huge reserves of Dan Shi, it would not be a problem to defeat the opponent, but there is also a great risk, because the range of senior brother's Dan Shi is too small.

"Let's see what happens next..."

Tang Bingwen paused and looked up at the sky.

The sky above Tiantai Sect, which was originally cloudless, is now filled with waves.

The clouds were gathering, and the center of the clouds looked like it was made of black iron. Lightning flashed through it from time to time, brewing a magnificent divine power.

Ku Rong had no time to pay attention to the strangeness above his head. In this state, although he could use extremely terrifying power, it also came with a huge burden.

The altars of the Tiantai Sect contain extremely pure Buddhist beliefs and embody the Buddhist principles generated by Buddhist practitioners and believers.

What he is doing now is undoubtedly against Buddhist principles.

Therefore, he was also influenced by these Buddhist principles all the time.

Voices like “Put down the butcher knife and become a Buddha instantly; the sea of ​​suffering is boundless and there is always hope before you turn back” kept echoing in his mind.

He was so annoyed that he roared angrily:

"What you said about putting down the butcher knife and becoming a Buddha, what you said about turning back and not being able to return to the right path, what you said about the suffering of all living beings is due to not observing the precepts, it's all bullshit."

"Do not kill, hatred is endless; do not hold on to power, the strong and the weak are no different; do not commit adultery, all sentient beings are sinners; do not lie, dreams and illusions are empty; do not be greedy for wine, worry about the ups and downs; do not indulge in pleasure, youth and beauty are only a moment; do not be greedy for sleep, suffering and no liberation; do not indulge in lust, all actions are meaningless..."

The golden Buddha roared, overturning the Buddhist principles one by one.

"Amitabha, Ku Rong has fallen into the devil's trap and has become a demon!"

The monks from other sects behind him sighed in unison. They all clasped their hands together, closed their eyes, and began to chant Buddhist scriptures.

"Boom!"

The blazing Buddha light was huge in the palm of the golden Buddha and was about to fall down.

This was an extremely horrifying scene. They looked at Zhang Zhiwei, wanting to know how the young master would respond.

You know, he had boasted before that the golden Buddha was full of holes and could not withstand a single blow.

But what they saw was Zhang Zhiwei standing in place, facing the Buddha's palm that was getting closer and closer, without any resistance.

Could it be that the little Taoist priest had given up? Everyone was suddenly filled with anxiety.

They were unwilling to be killed, so they mobilized all the Qi in their bodies, used all their strength, and hit the giant palm with all their might, but the effect was minimal, like a mayfly trying to shake a tree, unable to create any waves.

This scene is undoubtedly despairing.

Some people even secretly regretted that following the little Taoist priest was an extremely wrong decision and they should have left, but they no longer had the chance to choose again.

"Don't panic, everyone. The little master has already taken action. Right under our feet, I see an exquisite and wonderful situation." Master Hutu shouted.

Ever since he was enlightened by Zhang Zhiwei in Changbai Mountain last time, he has had an inexplicable trust and even admiration for Zhang Zhiwei, so he did not leave this time.

Everyone lowered their heads quickly, but saw nothing.

Because they are not sorcerers, they do not have the knowledge of strange phenomena and cannot see the various miraculous exercises happening under their feet.

Those who could understand, like Zhou Sheng, had no intention of paying attention to the giant hand that was slowly pressing down on their heads. They were concentrating on looking at the ground below.

On the ground, a strange game was unfolding that was no less exciting than the Buddha's palm above one's head.

In the compass-like pattern, the Beginning of Spring, Rain Water, Waking of Insects, Vernal Equinox... the twenty-four solar terms are condensed into small regular script, shining with blue light, dazzling.

The solar terms are determined by the days and cannot be determined by humans, but at this moment, these twenty-four words are actually rotating.

After the rotation of the solar terms, the twelve Earthly Branches also began to rotate and evolve in an orderly rotation, followed by the Heavenly Stems... With each layer adding more, the entire four plates began to rotate.

After reaching a certain node, the four disks stopped.

Afterwards, Hu Tu and Zhou Sheng couldn’t understand Zhang Zhiwei’s next move.

Because the method Zhang Zhiwei used next was no longer within the scope of Qimen Dunjia. He was using the art of moving mountains.

The so-called art of moving mountains is actually to use the power of the heavenly soul to strengthen the connection between oneself and the heaven and earth, and to understand the local structure and the flow of qi.

Then we reverse the structure of the entire mountain range, fix the structure, pack it up and peel it off, and then move it out through the Qimen pattern.

After the Qimen pattern was arranged, Zhang Zhiwei controlled his celestial soul to strengthen the connection between heaven and earth. Then, with the help of this connection, he observed the structure of Mount Tiantai and the flow of Qi through the inner scene.

In an instant, his perspective continued to expand, and all the surrounding structures and Qi flows appeared intuitively in front of him after being transformed through his inner scene.

This is the art of Wang Qi. The method of moving mountains moves the Qi veins of the mountains. To move, the first step is naturally to see the flow of the Qi veins.

In the eyes of the Qi-watching technique, the mountain range in the Dragon Vein is a giant dragon stretching for hundreds of miles. Tiantai Mountain is a mountain shaped like Buddha, which is caused by the Tiantai Sect’s long-term incense offerings in this place.

Zhang Zhiwei has also been to Longhu Mountain, which is truly a place where hidden dragons and crouching tigers are hidden, and the Tianshi Mansion is right in the center of Longhu Mountain.

At this moment, Master Kurong's golden Buddha was blessed with the Qi meridian of Mount Tiantai, which made it so powerful. Directly confronting the golden Buddha was tantamount to shaking a mountain, which was a thankless task.

"What a bullshit Tathagata, why don't I do it myself and move it away for you directly."

Zhang Zhiwei whispered something and stretched out his hand towards the golden Buddha.

The golden Buddha's giant palm, from top to bottom, and his palm from bottom to top, as if he was going to clap, but the size of the two palms was too different.

Everyone looked at this scene in stupidity, not understanding what Zhang Zhiwei had done.

In the inner world that they could not see, Zhang Zhiwei's out-of-body soul suddenly stretched out its hand and grabbed the Feng Shui Qi meridian in the golden Buddha's body.

"Hoar!"

Inside the scene, a dragon's roar was deafening, and a golden dragon with Buddha's light flashing and the word "卐" flowing on its body was pulled out little by little.

It was imprisoned in Zhang Zhiwei's hands, roaring constantly, trying to trap the dragon and let it ascend to heaven.

Zhang Zhiwei ignored its resistance and broke the "卐" rune on its body. Without the restraint of the rune, the Feng Shui Qi meridians would immediately dissipate and return to the mountains, but how could Zhang Zhiwei be willing to do that?

People have packed his Qi meridians for him, so he doesn't have to intercept them from the mountains, he can just use them directly.

He quickly grasped the overflowing Qi meridian, made a hand gesture, and fixed its shape.

Meanwhile, the outside world.

The golden Buddha's giant palm pressed down on his head, smoke and dust swept across the earth, and the terrifying pressure pushed over like a wall. Even though he hadn't resisted it head-on, he felt like he couldn't stand up straight.

Patriarch Wang and Patriarch Lu looked at each other.

The wind was blowing hard, and the head of the Wang family turned into an ink-colored shadow and ran away.

The head of the Lu family rushed towards Zhang Zhiwei.

It’s not that he didn’t want to follow the head of the Wang family away from the range of the Buddha’s palm, but his son was still there and he couldn’t give up.

At the same time, he still had a glimmer of hope for Zhang Zhiwei.

In fact, the head of the Wang family also has it, but he has no son, so this expectation will not make him ignore his own safety.

At the same time, a hole suddenly appeared in the clouds above the golden Buddha, and the surrounding dark clouds were swirling and gathering around the hole.

Deep within the hole, blazing lightning is brewing, ready to explode.

After escaping from the golden Buddha's palm, the head of the Wang family looked up at the sky and immediately knew what was going on. He couldn't help feeling a little annoyed.

I am still not as patient as Old Lu. How could the Heavenly Master just sit back and watch the young Heavenly Master do nothing?

The thunder should be about to strike, I wonder if it can destroy the golden Buddha...

As soon as Patriarch Wang had this thought, he saw that the huge golden Buddha suddenly began to disintegrate, its surface began to become unstable, and golden liquid continued to emerge.

After leaving the golden Buddha's body, the golden liquid turned into golden light and spread in all directions.

That is the power of faith. Without the blessing of Qi, the golden Buddha is like a statue made of sand, which will fall apart when the wind blows.

The thick, iron-like dark clouds in the sky also dispersed.

Zhang Jingqing was breathing slightly, but there was a smile on his face. Good boy, he actually broke the deadlock.

Chief Zuo's expression was solemn, yet somewhat puzzled.

He was not a sorcerer and did not understand Feng Shui Qi Jue, so he did not understand how Zhang Zhiwei cracked it.

……

At this moment, the other people on the field also looked puzzled. They were a little confused. Just now, the huge Buddha's palm was striking the sky and the earth, so how come the big Buddha collapsed with just a wave of the little Taoist priest?

They looked at Master Hutu, hoping that he would explain it. After all, Master Hutu had reminded them before that there was an invisible and ingenious layout under the little master's feet, and he must know it.

Master Hutu also looked puzzled and said:

"Don't look at me, I'm confused too!"

Without the protection of the golden Buddha, Master Ku Rong fell from the sky.

His face was as pale as gold paper. He forced himself to swallow a mouthful of blood and looked at Zhang Zhiwei with his heart trembling.

"How could this happen? How could this happen?" He asked in a trembling voice, "What did you do? Why did the golden Buddha fall apart? Why didn't my method work?"

He still didn't understand what was going on, but he knew that the situation was hopeless. He was about to make an excuse, but he saw that the image was still continuing above the corpse of De Xing in Zhang Zhiwei's hand.

The content of the video was exactly some scenes of him meeting Japanese monks with virtue.

Seeing this scene, he no longer had any hope and, like a beast cornered, he launched a desperate fight against Zhang Zhiwei.

He used the Golden Buddha Dharma Image again, but this time it was only two meters high.

He kept punching Zhang Zhiwei, hitting Zhang Zhiwei's golden light, and shouting angrily while hitting him.

"You said I colluded with the Japanese pirates? You are talking bullshit. The Tiantai Sect is in decline, and the Japanese pirates are determined to destroy us. Of course I know that."

"I went to Japan to exchange Buddhist teachings in order to observe Japan and understand our enemies, but do you know what I saw? The gap, a huge gap. We have no chance, no..."

Ku Rong roared, his fists were very heavy, hitting Zhang Zhiwei's golden light, each punch created a circle of air waves, but the golden light was rotating in the shape of Tai Chi, orderly, flowing and circulating continuously, and he could not shake it at all.

"So you are a traitor, colluding with the Japanese pirates, and you are still stubborn even when you are about to die!"

Master Kurong was still talking, but Zhang Zhiwei was no longer interested in listening. He waved his hand, and a golden dragon suddenly flew out from the Qimen Bureau under his feet and pressed heavily on Kurong's back.

The golden dragon was very small at first, only half a meter long, but it quickly swelled up in the wind, and in the blink of an eye, it grew to several meters long.

Ku Rong, who was still attacking, suddenly stopped.

The golden Buddha statue behind him suddenly seemed to bear the weight of a mountain and collapsed in an instant.

A huge weight pressed down on his back, forcing him to crawl on the ground, roaring in anger.

He supported himself on the ground with his hands, tried his best to raise his head, and struggled to get up, but it was in vain.

The golden dragon on his back was growing bigger, from a dozen meters to several dozen meters long, and the weight he was bearing was also increasing.

Master Ku Rong was being pressed lower and lower.

Until reaching a certain critical point, his body suddenly collapsed and turned into a pool of mud, but his head was preserved intact and rolled down the mountain.

(End of this chapter)