Martial Arts Domination: Start with the Dragon Elephant Prajna Technique
Chapter 614 - 445: The Bizarre Lingshan Buddha Sect!_2

Chapter 614: Chapter 445: The Bizarre Lingshan Buddha Sect!_2

This is a grand city.

The magnificent Buddha light radiates from within this city, faintly accompanied by the soft chanting of scriptures, diffusing through the four corners of the world.

And those who inhabit this city are the numerous Human race and Demon race.

They do not engage in production or agriculture, spending all day in scripture chanting and worshiping the Buddha, with both humans and demons living in harmony, happiness spread across the faces of every creature.

Compared to the vast desolation outside the city, it is like an oasis filled with vibrant life.

It also appears like a land of illusion.

When Qin Zheng stepped out of the void and entered this city, this was the first thought that sprang to his mind.

However, under his gaze, all these humans and demons appeared very much alive, their bodies healthy and strong, not mere illusions.

Perhaps this is the benefit of living on Spirit Mountain?

Without engaging in farming, merely focusing on chanting scriptures and worshiping the Buddha, one can receive the blessings of the Lingshan Buddha Sect, living even better than those of the Human race under the Immortal Dynasty?

Qin Zheng’s eyes slightly narrowed, a sense of wonder surfacing in his heart, yet he couldn’t pinpoint anything out of the ordinary.

At his current Realm, there were very few existences that could escape his perception.

Surely what he saw before his eyes wasn’t the Primordial Chaos handiwork of the Buddhist Sect, specifically designed to deceive him?

If so, wouldn’t that be a greater price to pay?

Qin Zheng gently shook his head, pushing the doubts to the bottom of his heart, and took a step forward in search of fragments of the Buddha Tower.

As divined by the Daluo Golden Number, there were only nine fragments of the Buddha Tower within the Lingshan Territory.

Which means.

If the fragments of the Buddha Tower on the Cang Mang Continent were intact, the remaining nine pieces would nearly each represent a layer.

Thus, when Qin Zheng arrived at a bustling temple filled with the scent of incense, he spotted the body of a layer of the Buddha Tower at a glance.

Similar to the Golden Ray Monastery.

This layer had also been crafted by members of the Buddhist Sect into a Buddha Tower.

Only, unlike the nine-layer Buddha Tower at Golden Ray Monastery, the Buddhist devotees here added eleven more layers to construct a twelve-layer Buddha Tower, standing tall at the center of the temple.

As Qin Zheng’s figure appeared, an old monk dressed in a Kasaya skirted around the surging crowd within the temple and approached Qin Zheng.

"May I ask if the visitor has come to chant scriptures and worship the Buddha?"

The old monk had white hair and brows that hung down to his ears, his face beaming with benevolence and kindness as he looked at Qin Zheng.

Qin Zheng shook his head and, with his eyes focused on the Buddha Tower, said, "One layer of that Buddha Tower is mine, and I have come to take this object back."

Upon his words, the old monk’s face instantly changed, and the noisy temple abruptly grew quiet.

At this moment, whether it was the Human race and Demon race who came to chant and worship, or the monks and novices within the temple itself, all turned their gaze towards him.

Moreover, Qin Zheng could clearly sense a chill mixed within those stares.

Indeed somewhat peculiar.

"It was too noisy just now, this old monk did not hear clearly, would the visitor mind repeating it?"

The old monk maintained his smile, but his tone was no longer as before, instead laden with a hint of coldness and threat.

"I said..."

Qin Zheng spoke again, took a step forward, and stood before the Buddha Tower, withdrawing that layer of the tower and suspending it above the palm of his hand.

"This object is mine."

His calm voice echoed through the temple.

The extracted layer of the Buddha Tower did not collapse even with one layer missing.

It simply became an eleven-layer tower.

But at that moment, whether it was the monks in the temple or the civilians who came to chant and worship, all had faces that turned pale, exploding with fierce wrath.

"You scoundrel! Audacious!!"

"To insult the Holy Tower of our Buddhist Sect! You deserve death!"

"I pray the Saint Monk captures this villain!"

"..."

The humming tumult suddenly arose.

With a tight grip, Qin Zheng took the fragment of the Buddha Tower into his Inner Heaven and Earth, and with a stomp, he was ready to travel towards the next territory.

Although the city under the Lingshan Buddha Sect was bizarre, most of these commoners were of the Human race, untainted by bloody sin, and he had no inclination to make a move.

But the old monk would not have it, and upon uttering a low shout, the sounds of dragon’s roar and tiger’s howl erupted.

Subsequently, with one step ascending to the heavens, his robes burst apart, revealing his golden buddha body, and his palm came crashing down towards Qin Zheng.

Hum!

In that instant.

The temple seemed to transform into the Buddha Country.

The monks in the temple turned into Arhats, the commoners into Golden Lotuses, and the rich Buddha light pervaded the entire world.

The elder monk who made his move had transformed into a towering True Buddha, who was currently subduing those wrapped in the chains of their own sins.

This display of power was by no means inferior to that of the painstakingly-enduring Saint Monk.

However, for Qin Zheng in his current state, such strength was hardly worth noting.

His figure did not pause; before leaving, he casually struck back with a palm.

Boom!

The True Buddha shattered!

The Buddha Country collapsed!!

In an instant, the elder monk crashed to the ground, causing the entire city to shake.

The monks and citizens alike turned pale, vomiting blood one after another.

The temple was instantly filled with a thick scent of blood.

Crack!

In just a moment.

It was like the sound of something shattering.

The citadel of the temple, where the citizens were transformed into skeletons, the monks into evil spirits, and the golden monastery into a land engulfed by dark, suffocating fumes.

But it was only for an instant.

Whoosh!

The golden Buddha’s light shone once again in all directions.

The temple was restored to its majestic splendor, as were the citizens and the monks to their original states.

"Abbot!"

"Master!"

The crowd looked towards the spot where the elder monk had fallen, full of concern.

"Amitabha!"

Brushing off the debris, the elder monk lightly wiped away the blood spilling from the corner of his mouth and calmly said, "Do not worry, my followers, your humble monk is unharmed."

Upon hearing him speak thus, the citizens also breathed sighs of relief, nodding in agreement.

Then, one by one, they began reciting scriptures and worshipping Buddha again, as if they had forgotten all that had just transpired.

But the monks quickly gathered around, asking in a grave voice, "Abbot, do you have any knowledge of who that person was? What should we do next?"

The elder monk’s gaze became focused, and he then shook his head lightly and said, "This person is mighty, at the very least at the Perfection of the Five-layered Divine Storage of the Daluo Golden Number!"

"For such a powerful figure to have slipped into the Lingshan silently, I must report this matter to Lingshan immediately!"

After finishing his thoughts, he glanced at the many citizens devoutly worshipping in the monastery and then opened his mouth wide.

Whoosh!!

Those citizens instantly transformed into wisps of golden light and were swallowed by the elder monk into his belly.

In just the blink of an eye, the inside of the temple became quiet once again.

Meanwhile, the elder monk’s aura, which had slightly waned before, gradually recovered once more.

"Continue maintaining the operation," he instructed the other monks indifferently, then turned into a ray of golden light and departed from that place.

The remaining monks pushed open the great doors of the temple that had just closed, and immediately, a stream of citizens from the city entered, resuming their recitation of scriptures and worship of Buddha.

Thus, the temple was once again filled with noise.

Meanwhile, Qin Zheng had not witnessed the scene within the temple. After that palm strike, he stepped into the void and left.

The elder monk had, at most, achieved Perfection of the Four-layered Divine Storage realm. Even without the augmentation of any Immortal Law, that single palm strike was more than the other party could bear.

But Qin Zheng did not intend a killing blow; he merely wanted the other party to suffer some injuries.

After all, he had intruded into someone else’s monastery, and although the Buddha Tower fragments indeed belonged to him, the other party had also guarded them for a while.

Qin Zheng’s figure passed through gaps in space.

Then he descended upon the location of the next Buddha Tower relic.

It was a city.

Compared to the city he had previously seen, there was not much difference to discern—both were focused on devout Buddha worship rather than production, inhabited by both the Human race and the Demon race.

And those Buddha Tower fragments were also constructed into a twelve-storied Buddha Tower, standing amidst the temple city.

Qin Zheng’s eyes narrowed slightly.

This seemed rather strange!

Did the Lingshan Buddha Sect discern the Tower’s extraordinary aspect and make prior arrangements to cast the fragments into Buddha Towers?

But Divine Artifacts are self-concealing; even the mighty Primordial Chaos had not detected the existence of the Buddha Tower over millions of years.

How did the Lingshan Buddha Sect come to realize this?

This place... truly holds some oddities!