Chapter 1671: 1768: Fu Yue Vajra

Chapter 1671: Chapter 1768: Fu Yue Vajra

Aside from the Buddha Head, many powerful figures from the Buddhist Sect had also appeared. However, while the Buddha Head maintained a calm expression, the other experts of the Buddhist Sect bore somber looks, and the monks were visibly troubled, chanting Buddhist phrases as if praying for the Buddha’s protection.

The golden lion seated under the Buddha Head was an Eight-change Monster Beast, its glare menacing. However, its entire body faintly emitted Buddha Light, making it even more formidable than most of the Buddhist Sect’s top masters.

This golden lion was naturally tamed by the Buddha Head and made into a mount. Together, the man and beast could suppress numerous adversaries of the same cultivation level.

“Buddha Head, perhaps we should retreat to Boundless Peak.” An elderly monk from the Buddhist Sect suggested to the Buddha Head.

The Buddha Head shook his head. “The Buddha Daqian has yet to fully awaken. For now, we must stall for time. Once the Buddha Daqian awakens, these arriving enemies will naturally pose no significant threat.”

Upon hearing this, the elderly monk said no more, though the look of worry on his face deepened.

It wasn’t just the elderly monk. Most of the Buddhist Sect members here felt timid and anxious, including even some of their Long-lived Ones.

This was because the disturbance caused by Fang Lin when he had previously stormed the Taoist Sect’s domain had left an indelible mark on the hearts of the Three Teachings. Now, Fang Lin was coming again, bringing even more formidable allies, likely to make this invasion even fiercer than his prior attack on the Taoist Sect.

Could these Buddhist Sect members alone truly withstand Fang Lin?

Some monks looked toward the Buddha Head, finding slight solace in his presence. Were it not for the Buddha Head overseeing them, these individuals likely wouldn’t dare confront Fang Lin, instead fleeing to Boundless Peak to seek refuge.

“They are coming.” The Buddha Head’s eyes gleamed with golden light as he spotted the four figures racing toward them from afar and softly muttered.

Mere moments later, surrounded by a howling gale, Fang Lin and three masked figures arrived before the assembly of Buddhist Sect members.

“Well, well, this Buddhist Sect has such little space. Where could you lot possibly hope to escape to?” Fang Lin smirked, his gaze sweeping across the monks’ faces before settling on the Buddha Head.

Fang Lin had seen the Buddha Head before and knew that this man was one of the top masters openly acknowledged in the Buddhist Sect. Once, with a single powerful strike, the Buddha Head had managed to hold off both the Qin Emperor and Yuan Emperor, giving the Three Teachings a significant advantage at the outset of the war between the two realms.

Moreover, Fang Lin knew that the Buddha Head, despite being a member of the Buddhist Sect, was one of the fiercest advocates of war among the upper echelons of the Three Teachings. It was he who had played a role in rescuing the black-skirted woman from the ancient cave behind Purple Mist Mountain.

“Amitabha. To the four of you who’ve come from afar, this humble monk offers his long-awaited greetings.” The Buddha Head clasped his hands in prayer, seated atop the golden lion as he addressed Fang Lin and his three companions.

Fu Yue Vajra glared intensely at the Buddha Head, his eyes ablaze with furious flames, seemingly eager to charge at him right away.

Fang Lin sneered coldly. “Knowing we’re coming, you plan to gather your forces here to battle us head-on, is that right?”

The Buddha Head smiled faintly, his fingers poised in a flower-pinching gesture. “The reason for your arrival is undoubtedly to settle scores with the Three Teachings. But does Mr. Fang truly believe that the four of you alone can trample upon the Three Teachings, with a legacy spanning thousands of years?”

“The so-called Three Teachings are nothing more than a group of cowardly opportunists who banded together in prehistoric times to escape calamity. Those people hypocritically turned their assemblage into what they called the ‘Three Teachings.’ What an absolute joke. Your ancestors, every generation of the Seven Seas Three Teachings, have long been branded as weak and cowardly. Yet, you, as members of the Three Teachings, remain oblivious and even pride yourself on it daily.” Fang Lin scoffed disdainfully.

The Buddhist Sect members flushed with anger, although some of the older monks displayed conflicting expressions, unable to meet Fang Lin’s gaze.

The Buddha Head remained composed and unprovoked by Fang Lin’s words. “This humble monk has no intention of debating the origins of the Three Teachings with you. However, the existence of the Three Teachings to this day is proof of their inherent value.”

“Alright, alright. As long as you’re aware of the nature of your lineage, it’s fine. After all, you’re cut from the same cloth as your cowardly ancestors,” Fang Lin waved dismissively, the mockery on his face deepening.

Even the most mild-tempered monks from the Buddhist Sect felt their suppressed anger flaring up uncontrollably under Fang Lin’s contemptuous conduct.

The Buddha Head finally revealed a hint of coldness. He, renowned in the Three Teachings as a staunch belligerent, was naturally not one to tolerate affronts easily.

“Let this humble monk personally witness Mr. Fang’s skills.” Before the Buddha Head’s words had finished, he launched a palm strike that seemed effortless yet caused a golden Buddha hand to descend from the heavens, enveloping Fang Lin and his three companions as if it intended to suppress them all at once.

“Let me handle this!” Fu Yue Vajra roared, throwing a punch directly at the descending golden Buddha hand.

With a thunderous crash, the Vajra Angry Fist manifested, resembling a Buddha himself unleashing a punch.

The clash of palm and fist represented a contest of divine Buddhist powers, testing the depth of their respective cultivation within Buddhist martial arts.

Though the golden Buddha hand descended with immense force, it faltered under the Vajra Angry Fist, unable to move further, even dimming in intensity.

The Buddha Head furrowed his brow, his gaze fixed on the lion-masked Fu Yue Vajra, realizing that this figure was also a master of Buddhist Sect martial arts, with a cultivation level no less profound than his own.

The many Buddhist Sect members were stunned to see this. Fu Yue Vajra’s techniques were unmistakably authentic Buddhist martial arts, and the intense Buddha aura he emitted was undeniably genuine.

“He’s one of us? Why would he betray us and attack the Buddhist Sect?” Several monks voiced their confusion, struggling to comprehend this paradox.

“That punch seems to bear traces of the Great Vajra Fist technique.” The Buddha Head spoke, his eyes filled with suspicion as he scrutinized Fu Yue Vajra.

“Who exactly are you?” The Buddha Head questioned.

“The one who will eradicate Buddhism!” Fu Yue Vajra bellowed, his fists continuously pounding forward, unleashing countless fist imprints that descended like a tempest upon the Buddhist Sect members.

The Buddha Head raised one hand skyward, producing a Purple-Gold Bowl.

The bowl flew out, rapidly expanding as it captured all the falling fist imprints within.

“Burning Lamp Buddha’s artifact—is that something you’re even qualified to wield?” Upon seeing the Purple-Gold Bowl, Fu Yue Vajra’s fury escalated dramatically. Though harboring endless hatred for the Buddhist Sect, Fu Yue Vajra held gratitude toward the Burning Lamp Buddha who once spared his life.

Now, faced with a Buddhist treasure that originally belonged to the Burning Lamp Buddha in the hands of the Buddha Head, Fu Yue Vajra’s anger surged uncontrollably.

The Buddha Head said nothing, flipping the Purple-Gold Bowl upside down over Fu Yue Vajra, intending to use the precious artifact to suppress him.

With a resounding boom, an enraged golden Buddha figure materialized behind Fu Yue Vajra. The Purple-Gold Bowl was sent flying by a punch from this wrathful Buddha apparition.

ps: Fourth chapter. I’m starving, finally time to eat something. I’ll be heading back to Chongqing the day after tomorrow.

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