In the weird second dimension of killing gods

I have already arrived in "heaven"!

And move towards a higher "sky".

Zheng He was like a being that suddenly appeared from the sky when he was invincible and at the peak of his glory.

As a man in heaven, Zheng He had only contempt for the "invincible" Wei Luo and ordered him to "kneel down".

The day he knelt down to accept Zhu Di's imperial decree was also the most humiliating day for Wei Luo.

He felt like a clown on stage.

"From that day on, every moment, I thought about this day, the day I could crush you to death!!"

Vero pulled the lever, and the Buddha's hand slowly pinched away.

Gana shrank back suddenly.

"Puff!" Zheng He spat out a mouthful of blood.

Vero laughed and said, "That's right, praise my Buddha, praise my Buddha!"

"After I moved the Buddha's tooth relic to my city, the tooth that had been silent for a hundred years suddenly came alive, and the mantra power contained in it continued to rise, as if responding to something."

“Do you know what it echoes?”

"It's telling me to crush you."

Vero's laughter became louder and louder, and his thoughts were clearer than ever before.

Zheng He was also beginning to feel overwhelmed.

Gana is an obstacle.

Buddhism calls it karma.

It is not something that Zheng He, whose six senses are not pure, can break.

"If I had known earlier, I would have brought the vajra from the Great Heaven Realm Temple." Zheng He sighed in his heart, while trying hard to think of a way to break the impasse.

Just as Zheng He was thinking hard, a sound of breaking through the air was heard.

I saw Huo Xia being thrown by Zhu Zhen towards the heart of the big Buddha!

Zhu Zhen had amazing arm strength and it was said that he could throw stones with his hands as far as a trebuchet.

At this time he threw Huo Xia out!

Seeing Huo Xia rushing towards him, Wei Luo was stunned for a moment, then showed disdain. Although he opened the door of the Buddha's heart in order to appreciate Zheng He's miserable condition, there was still Gana blocking him. A mere insignificant guy could not break through the defense at all!

Facing the sound of the wind in his ears, Huo Xia looked towards Vero, trying hard to calculate the distance.

Then he raised his hand to his head.

……

While the group was fighting in Kote City, the rest of Ceylon was peaceful.

Everyone's five senses seemed to be blocked by a scene of bliss, and they all smiled with joy.

In the temple on the top of Mount Ceylon, the monks looked towards the sandalwood bed that should have been empty. An indescribable "obstacle" was smiling at all the living beings.

Just as the legend goes, He has returned.

Chapter 20 The Gods Are Coming

Ceylon Peak.

The ancient temple is like a pearl inlaid on the emerald peak, and the golden glazed tiles sparkle in the sun.

When the sun shines through the clouds onto the temple.

The bed that once housed the golden body of Buddha is now empty.

An elderly monk, his face sunken in worry, his brows furrowed, wearing a crimson cassock, the rosary in his hand slid gently across, making a dull sound.

The monks around were also immersed in gloom.

There was war everywhere in Ceylon.

At the southern seaport, the Ming Dynasty's cavalry, well-equipped elephant soldiers, and those ferocious pirates engaged in a thrilling and bloody contest.

The road leading to the royal city was lined with fortifications, and the soldiers were exhausted, as if they had become puppets of the war machine.

The city of Kote was once prosperous, but now only the Ming army is left to plunder everywhere, and its wealth and vitality have disappeared.

Tragedy fills the land.

Life is charcoal.

Every inch of Ceylon is crying.

At this desperate moment, a powerful cursed force suddenly surged out from the ground, like the light before dawn, penetrating the dark clouds.

Zheng!

Deep in the hearts of the monks, the karma that had accumulated over a long period of time seemed to collapse instantly under the baptism of the power of the mantra, and was replaced by a long-lost peace and hope.

They looked up and saw that an extremely majestic Vajra had appeared on the empty sandalwood bed.

His presence is like the rising sun, illuminating the land of Ceylon.

He has eight faces, sixteen hands, and four feet.

Three faces face forward. The white face in the middle is like bright moonlight; the red head on the left is like a burning flame; the deep blue on the right symbolizes wisdom and tranquility.

There are two black ferocious faces on each side, carrying a murderous aura.

The last side is at the top and is grey.

Each head wears an exquisite skull crown inlaid with sparkling gems.

Behind His head, flames danced like rubies, illuminating the darkness behind.

Sixteen arms stretched out to both sides like a peacock spreading its tail, and each hand held a strange skull bowl.

Each skull bowl contains an object.

His legs, the front pair stood upright like a mountain, and the back pair coiled like a dragon.

It looks like it has only one pair of legs.

There are fifty human skull chains on his body, each of which represents a Sanskrit word, and the fifty Sanskrit words make up all the Buddhist scriptures in the world.

The moment this great god of joy descended upon Ceylon, the whole island seemed to be infected by his joy.

On the coast, there are young people immersed in grief, tears and smiles intertwined, and the sadness in their hearts turns into gratitude for life.

At the port, the warring soldiers laid down their weapons, their hearts filled with the desire for peace, and only the invisible joy remained in their sight.

The sailors who were seeking pleasure in the house felt their joy instantly sublimated, as if they were drawn by a powerful magic and entered an unprecedented paradise.

Wealth, luck, happiness, joy...

The joys of this world surged like a tide, soaking every inch of land.

They felt joy.

It's like falling into bliss.

If the world is a sea of ​​suffering, then with the appearance of the Eight-Faced Vajra, a warm current will flow in the sea of ​​suffering.

however.

The city of Kote, however, stands like a lonely island outside the ocean of joy.

The war is still burning.

King Kong's face showed confusion.

He didn't know why he was here, why he came to this earth, or what he was seeking.

but.

There is a place far away where people are sinking in the sea of ​​suffering and cannot enjoy the happiness of Buddhism, but He needs to save them.

With this thought in mind, the god headed towards the lonely city.

……

In the Governor's Mansion that has been razed to the ground, the golden statue of the Buddha stands tall above the ground.

Huo Xia rushed towards the open heart of the Buddha like a cannonball.

On the surface of the heart, a thin curtain of light was faintly visible.

That is Gana.

It is a kind of ghost or minor god and an obstacle.

Huo Xia calculated the distance and suddenly raised his hand to hit his own head.

Spell, beat the horse!

The familiar feeling of being lifted up appeared, and Huoxia disappeared from the spot in an instant, and appeared on the lotus platform in the heart of the big Buddha with a whoosh, and then crashed into Wei Luo by inertia.

Vero was caught off guard, and his nose made a cracking sound at the moment of impact, as if glass was breaking. His body fell backwards weakly like a kite with a broken string, and his back hit the stone wall of the narrow lotus platform hard, making a dull echo.

Fire Summer was not completely unscathed.

He felt a sharp pain in his head, and blood slowly slid down his bangs and dripped onto the lotus pedestal, forming bright red flowers.

"Woo..."

Enduring the pain, Huo Xia tightly gripped the musket in his hand and aimed it at Vero.

The mantra power in Dantian flowed through the eight extraordinary meridians and turned into a stream of blazing fire, like a spark in winter, which was small but enough to ignite the gunpowder containing a highly toxic substance.

A loud bang broke the silence in the lotus platform.

The lead bullet streaked through the air like a meteor and hit Vero in the face.

Vero's facial muscles trembled under the impact of the lead bullets, like waves raging in the wind.

However, unexpectedly, Willow resisted the attack in an incredible way.

His teeth clenched the lead bullet tightly!

What is catching a bullet with your mouth? !

Huo Xia was shocked and just as he was about to take action, he was hit in the chest by a swift punch from Vero. The force was so great that he could not fight back in that small space and could only allow himself to be subdued by the opponent.

Vero's roar echoed in the lotus platform: "Little devil, you asked for this!"

At this moment, a cold questioning voice suddenly sounded.

"What do you want to do to my adopted son?"

Zheng He's figure suddenly appeared like a ghost, standing on the edge of the lotus platform, with sharp eyes and undisguised murderous intent.

Willow looked back tremblingly.

“Ahhhh————!”

Vero's screams echoed from the Buddha's heart.

After a while, Zheng He carried the bruised and battered Wei Luo out of the Buddha's chest and landed on the ground with a light leap. He held up Wei Luo and shouted to those around him, "The thief who stole the country, Wei Luo Yalekunaier, has been captured by the Ming Dynasty. You should surrender quickly and don't make mistakes."

The sound echoed throughout the city of Kotte, causing chaos in the morale of the Ceylonese soldiers who were still resisting stubbornly.

At this point, the outcome is decided.

The fifty-meter-tall Buddha statue became smaller and smaller like a deflated ball, and finally returned to its five-meter-tall state.

But the lotus platform in the body was still there. Zheng He said to Huo Xia in the heart of the Buddha: "You can rest in there for a while. The Buddha's tooth relic can heal your injuries. I still have to deal with the aftermath."

Huo Xia nodded with difficulty.

Zheng He raised the corner of his mouth and walked towards Hou Xian and others. At this time, Hou Xian was bringing the surviving members of the Ceylon royal family. He looked at the Governor's Mansion that was razed to the ground and showed a troubled look.

"Eunuch Zheng, what are you doing..."

"There was a little accident."

Zheng He looked normal, but there was some fatigue in his eyes.