kvmb Chapter 558 Shattering the Five Finger Mountain!
Chapter 558 Shattering the Five Finger Mountain!
Boundless divine light erupted from the golden cudgel.
It rivals the Buddha's light of the Buddha Kingdom in the palm of one's hand.
Jin Chanzi shook his head: "If your cultivation level were the same as Tathagata's, this Buddha Kingdom in the Palm of Your Hand would indeed not be able to trap you. What a pity..."
Unfortunately, Sun Wukong was only a newborn child.
No matter how extraordinary one's abilities may be, they cannot match the profound foundation of the Buddha's teachings.
After all, once a sage no longer appears, Buddhism alone becomes the greatest.
Quasi-Saint.
A quasi-saint who is just one step away from becoming a saint.
Before Jin Chanzi could finish lamenting his regret, Sun Wukong roared:
"I'm going to test him anyway."
Sun Wukong's fighting spirit surged suddenly, and his body visibly grew larger.
Jin Chanzi suddenly stood up, looking at him in surprise: "Chaos Demon Ape?"
"wrong!"
"You possess the primordial power of the Chaos Demon Ape!"
The Chaos Demon Ape split into four reincarnations. The move "Heaven and Earth Phenomenon" that Sun Wukong is showing before us is something only Yang Jian knows. Where did this monkey learn it from?
Moreover, the monkey actually possesses half of the Chaos Demon Ape's primordial power!
Jin Chanzi was overjoyed. At this moment, he no longer cared whether he was an employee of Buddhism or not, and just kept encouraging Sun Wukong to overturn his boss's table.
"Wukong, it's all up to you now!"
After he finished shouting, he also transformed into his true form.
A golden cicada flew to the edge of the barrier and began to tear at it with its mouthfuls.
The front claws were paddling forcefully.
His mouth is not as monstrous as Mosquito Taoist's, and he doesn't have the ability to control all magical treasures.
But it's sharp enough.
After the soft, rustling gnawing sounds subsided, he landed and pointed to the cracked area, saying:
"Monkey, hit there."
Sun Wukong, his mountain-like body gripping the golden cudgel, roared:
"big big big!"
The golden cudgel swelled in the wind, reaching the heavens and the earth as it slammed down towards that spot.
boom--
It encompasses the power and might of heaven and earth.
This blow shattered the Buddha Kingdom in his palm.
The Buddha's light dimmed instantly.
The two, now free, exchanged a glance, overjoyed.
Jin Chanzi praised, "Well done! You monkey have a bright future ahead of you."
After saying that, he approached the recovered Sun Wukong and whispered persuasively, "Which way are you going to run later? Take me with you."
If Buddhism is overturned, those who remain will likely suffer a significant loss.
Jin Chanzi felt that since Jieyin and Zhunti had already retired, and the Six Roots Purification Bamboo was no longer in the hands of the Tathagata, if he didn't run away now, when would he?
Sun Wukong gazed at the sky and pointed to a place closer to Mount Ling, saying:
"Go further in."
"You're insane!" Jin Chanzi instantly flew into a rage.
He just came down from Mount Ling!
Going back now would be like offering yourself up for nothing, wouldn't it?
Just as they were about to offer some words of advice, the sound of chanting suddenly emanated from Mount Ling.
A barrage of swastikas descended from the sky.
Jin Chanzi exclaimed in surprise, "Again!?"
He grabbed Sun Wukong and started running. In order to prevent the two of them from being hit by the swastika, he was almost forced to use his secret, hidden technique—the Golden Cicada Shedding Its Shell.
"Jin Chanzi..." The ethereal voice echoed throughout the entire Ling Mountain.
As soon as the Buddha's voice rang out, Jin Chanzi was like a puppet under control, able only to stand stiffly and motionless.
He strained his eyes frantically, signaling Wukong to run.
The giant swastika struck Jin Chanzi directly on the forehead, instantly causing him to lose strength and fall to the ground.
Sun Wukong quickly caught him, thus saving Jin Chanzi from getting a mouthful of mud.
Then, another series of swastikas appeared.
Just as Sun Wukong picked up Jin Chanzi and was about to run away, a red ribbon swiftly struck him off course.
The fiery red flames burned fiercely.
Nezha, with the Universe Ring wrapped around his waist and the Fire-Tipped Spear in his hand, looked arrogantly at Sun Wukong below and chuckled softly:
"Monkey, you're not so good at it either."
Immediately, the three-pointed, double-edged sword shot straight towards Mount Ling.
Yang Jian wore silver-gray armor, and the silver stripes on his forehead gleamed faintly.
The sword finger swept across Jin Chanzi's body, and a muffled groan was heard as a swastika fell from his body.
Jin Chanzi instantly regained his strength, stood up, and pointed at Mount Ling, cursing and swearing again:
"They're attacking our own people? I'm not doing this anymore!"
At the same time, a Buddha statue appeared atop Mount Ling, as tall as the sky, with his brows lowered as he looked at Jin Chanzi.
Jin Chanzi immediately fell silent.
He was extremely good at assessing the situation and making decisions.
Before, he could curse a few times when Buddha didn't show himself, but now, he doesn't dare.
Nezha and Yang Jian stood side by side in front of Sun Wukong.
Looking at Buddha, Nezha laughed:
"Master Duobao is bald now, so he doesn't look like him anymore."
However, his Buddha statue is round and plump, unlike the slender figure he had when he was still a Taoist priest.
There's a strange sense of incongruity.
"You are no match for me."
Currently, the Three Realms are ruled by Quasi-Saints.
"Whether you're a good match or not, you only know when you face them," Nezha tilted his head.
His flowing hair seemed never to have been obedient.
Like a sharp thorn, it always has a cold and arrogant attitude towards everyone.
Yang Jian held his three-pointed, double-edged sword horizontally, his attitude clear.
Nezha clicked his tongue, feeling that Yang Jian was being too aloof and should say something harsh at this moment.
No sooner had he thought that than Sun Wukong jumped up and down.
"You old bald man, how dare you lock me up? Do you even know who my master is?!"
Jin Chanzi asked curiously, "Who is it?"
Judging from Sun Wukong's demeanor, his master must have had a background even more powerful than Yang Jiao to have such an imposing presence.
Did his master not warn the monkey before he left that he should be humble when encountering a quasi-saint?
Sun Wukong was protected and raised by the Patriarch Bodhi, and all his fellow disciples in Fangcun Mountain treated him like their own younger brother.
Skills are learned selectively.
The fundamental laws that Wukong used to save his life were simply things he picked out and taught whichever one he liked.
If it weren't for the tight schedule, and the fact that they only learned the basics, they would have loved to teach them everything they knew.
With his hands on his hips, he proudly declared under the scrutinizing gaze of even the Buddha, "My master is a Bodhisattva of Lingtai Fangcun Mountain..."
"All right."
The Buddha interrupted.
I've never heard of Lingtai Fangcun Mountain.
He had also lost patience. Since the monkey of the Great Tribulation had come to Mount Ling on its own, he would stay here and wait for the Great Tribulation to begin.
The enormous golden Buddha statue slowly raised one hand and covered the group of people.
Suddenly, it got dark overhead.
The five fingers had already covered the area.
Each of the five fingers represents one of the five elements.
Yang Jian, Nezha, Sun Wukong, and Jin Chanzi were on high alert and rose up in anger to resist.
Yang Jian and Sun Wukong manifested their divine powers, forcefully resisting the giant palm, with their golden cudgels pointing forward.
Nezha sat cross-legged in the void, concentrating his mind to summon the Dharma body of heaven and earth.
Jin Chanzi looked at this one and then at that one, and exclaimed in surprise:
"I don't know how to do that!"
He might not win.
These three are all incredibly strong, making him, the one who has lived the longest, seem the least capable.
With the Five Finger Mountain falling, Jin Chanzi had no power to resist.
Once he collapsed, the other three quickly found themselves struggling as well.
The Buddha sneered and pressed down with his palm.
The five fingers transformed into mountains to imprison them below.
The mountain collapsed with a deafening roar, causing the ground to shake violently.
Nezha clicked his tongue, still having the leisure to irritate, and said, "Yang Jian, is your family at odds with the mountains?"
"Anyone who comes will be crushed by the mountain."
Going out with Yang Jian carries this risk.
Tsk.
As the Buddha's Five Finger Mountain descended, the light was slowly swallowed up.
Darkness is about to descend.
Golden talismans fell from the heavens.
Upon seeing the inscription 'Om Mani Padme Hum' on the talisman, Jin Chanzi's expression changed drastically: "Once this talisman is pasted on, there's really no way to get out!"
Darkness filled my vision.
At the critical moment.
Another stick with a pale blue tinge was seen shooting straight in from a distance.
With a bang, the talisman was shattered.
The mountain peak trembled, and the fingertip exploded into a shower of dust as the stick swept across the ground.
Amidst the dust and smoke, a graceful figure was silhouetted against the light, appearing and disappearing intermittently.
Yang Jiao slowly emerged from within, wielding the Thousand Machine Staff, pointing it at the Buddha:
"Your Five Finger Mountain is useless now."