Chapter 162 - 148: Sweeping Through the Buddhist Sect!

Chapter 162: Chapter 148: Sweeping Through the Buddhist Sect!

At the entrance of the Yuan Country’s Three Judicial Departments Government Office, the crowd watched the young Dao Yi Sect Master, standing on the back of the Great Roc Demon King, disappear into the sky. The scene was left in a state of chaotic ruin following the battle.

A gust of wind blew past. The Four Great Divine Monks of the Pure Land Zen Sect suddenly collapsed to the ground with a heavy thud, blood seeping from their skin.

"Elders!"

The accompanying eighteen Vajra Arhats immediately let out earth-shattering roars, rushing forward to protect the corpses of the Four Great Divine Monks.

However, at this moment, a deep, cold voice rang out from the high platform. "Take them down!"

An Ruyue was greatly shocked. She saw the fully prepared troops of the Yuan Country Court charge out from the Three Judicial Departments Government Office. Leading them was Grand General Xu Bingshu, his steps steady and resolute.

"A great tribulation for the Buddhist Sect..." An Ruyue’s heart plummeted into an abyss. It was obvious that the Yuan Country Court intended to ride the momentum of the Dao Yi Sect to sweep away the Buddhist Sect.

Meanwhile, inside the inn.

Prime Minister Chen Wuji, who had been sitting opposite Yan Chimei, couldn’t help but show a look of joy upon seeing Chen Sha actually punch four Great Innates to death. To his surprise, Yan Chimei watched Chen Sha ride Teng Zijing toward the Pure Land Zen Sect.

WHOOSH!

The fourth most powerful person in the world immediately dashed out the window. "This guy named Chen is going to challenge the Buddhist Sect single-handedly! How can I miss such a spectacle!"

With those words, Yan Chimei’s figure shot out like a meteor across the sky. Although he was sprinting across the ground, he was scarcely slower than Teng Zijing in the sky. Chen Wuji watched Yan Chimei’s figure flicker a few times before disappearing from Yuanjing. He immediately guessed the man’s intentions. This bearded man had been defeated by the Lantuo Monk of the Buddhist Sect. Now that Chen Sha was heading straight for the Pure Land Zen Sect, Yan Chimei naturally wanted to see the outcome of their clash.

"Yan Chimei..."

Watching this crimson streak of aura blaze across the sky, many members of the Martial Arts Sects and clans in Yuanjing City were also greatly shocked. Seeing the direction he took, closely following Chen Sha, sent them into a frenzy of excitement.

"It seems a monumental event that will go down in Martial Arts history is about to happen."

Even though these people knew they couldn’t possibly match the speed of world-class experts like Chen Sha, Teng Zijing, and Yan Chimei, it was hard to extinguish their burning desire to see the outcome. Immediately, countless sounds of galloping horses echoed throughout Yuanjing City as people hurried after them toward the Pure Land Zen Sect.

The Pure Land Zen Sect was located in the southern suburbs of Luozhou, the former capital of Yuan Country.

The temple’s buildings totaled several hundred rooms, making it resemble a small city. With such a massive footprint, it was no exaggeration to describe it as a "Buddha City." It was said that every evening, monks had to start from the White Horse Hall in the "East City" and ride horses to light the lamps in each Buddhist hall, just to ensure all the lights in the over one hundred halls were lit before dark. At night, the entire mountain was brightly illuminated, akin to an insomniac Buddha Country of ultimate bliss.

Fifty years ago, a legendary eccentric named Qiu Daozi, who loved traveling through famous mountains and great rivers, had traversed all the peaks and valleys of the Divine Land. He left behind a remarkable geographical book called *Qiu Daozi’s Travels*. In it, the "Night View of the Pure Land" was ranked as the fourth greatest wonder in the world.

Standing on Teng Zijing’s back, Chen Sha harnessed the Great Roc Demon King’s speed of three thousand miles a day, completing the journey from Yuanjing in just half a day. As evening approached, he looked down from the sky and indeed saw monks riding horses between the Buddhist halls of the Pure Land Zen Sect.

In the center of the Buddha City lay a vast, flat plaza paved with white jade, spanning roughly a hundred stangs. In the middle of the plaza were seven enshrined Buddha Statues. Each stood fifty to sixty feet tall, surpassing the height of many grand halls. As evening fell, only these seven gilded Buddha Statues stood in the deserted plaza.

SWOOSH!

Standing firmly on Teng Zijing, Chen Sha locked onto this landing spot and plummeted straight down.

At the same time, the entire Pure Land Zen Sect heard the terrifying sound of rushing air from above. In the Buddhist halls and the monks’ quarters, everyone heard the noise and stepped outside. They watched as a tall figure descended directly toward the central plaza of the Buddhist Temple.

"Who is that, descending toward the Buddha Worship Plaza?!"

"The only one in the world who can fly through the sky with wings is the Great Roc Demon King, Teng Zijing! And rumor has it that a dozen days ago, he was subdued by Dao Yi Sect Master Chen Sha and reduced to a mount!"

"It’s Dao Yi Chen Sha!"

The older generation of Elders within the Pure Land Zen Sect instantly went into an uproar. Focusing their gaze, they indeed saw the blurry figure of a Daoist on the descending Teng Zijing’s back.

Instantly, the chief monks of the over one hundred Buddhist halls in the Pure Land Zen Sect were deeply shaken.

"Dao Yi Sect Master Chen Sha!"

"Why is he here at our Zen Sect?!"

Shouldn’t this Dao Yi Sect Master be in Yuanjing? Because of this, they had dispatched the four great chief monks—who led the over one hundred Buddhist halls—along with eighteen Vajra Arhat Monks to assist the Water Moon Temple. Why had Chen Sha come straight here?

"This man has already openly declared a crusade against our Buddhist Sect. He surely comes with ill intent! Quickly mobilize the entire temple’s monk soldiers. All chief monks and staff-wielding monks, head to the Buddha Worship Plaza!"

Almost simultaneously, every Buddhist hall in the Pure Land Zen Sect mobilized as if bracing for a major war. If one were to look down from high above at this moment, the Pure Land Zen Sect would resemble a military camp. The Martial Monks from various halls charged toward the Buddha Worship Plaza, armed with Precepts Sabers, staffs, and other weapons.

In less than half the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, the Buddha Worship Plaza was packed with a sea of people. Nearly five to six thousand monk soldiers had completely surrounded Chen Sha from all directions, forming an airtight barricade. However, before any important figures arrived, these monk soldiers only dared to encircle him; not a single person dared to take a step forward.

Suddenly, the monk soldiers automatically parted to clear a path from several directions. Walking through was a White-Browed Elder Monk wearing a bright red kasaya, accompanied by around a hundred monks in their forties and fifties, all of whom were Zen Sect chief monks. The retreating monk soldiers bowed and pressed their palms together in greeting.

"Elder I Cling! Chief monks."

These were clearly the true higher-ups of the Pure Land Zen Sect. This Elder I Cling was currently the second-in-command within the Buddhist Sect, ranked only below Abbot I heard. Even the Four Great Divine Monks had to show some respect to this senior supervising monk.

"Amitabha Buddha..."

Upon arriving, the White-Browed Elder Monk chanted the Buddhist name. His voice resonated like the ringing of a grand ancient bell, instantly silencing the five or six thousand monk soldiers surrounding the area. Then, he slowly walked towards Chen Sha. "Sect Leader Chen, you come with such menacing aggression. What is the meaning of this?!"

Being on the Zen Sect’s own territory, the White-Browed Elder Monk’s brows carried a hint of deep anger as he scrutinized this uninvited guest.

Under the brilliant lights of the Pure Land, Chen Sha stood with his hands behind his back in front of the seven great Buddha Statues. Although his human figure appeared incredibly small against the towering statues, what made the White-Browed Elder Monk’s heart pound as he spoke was a strange sensation... He faintly felt that this young Daoist standing in front of the statues, hands clasped behind his back, looked more like a god or Buddha! A god or Buddha among mortals.

Faced with I Cling’s questioning and the glaring eyes of five thousand monk soldiers and a hundred chief monks, the young Daoist-robed man beneath the Buddha Statues turned his head, casting a sidelong glance at everyone present. "Have your Abbot I heard come out to see me, and then accept his death."

The moment these words were spoken, thousands of faces changed. Under such circumstances, no one could remain calm when their Buddhist Sect’s leader was openly told to come out and die.

"Chen Sha!" the White-Browed Elder Monk shouted sharply. "Although you are the number one person in the Daoist Sect, on the same level as our Monastery Master, you cannot speak with such insolence! Not to mention that our Monastery Master Abbot has been sitting in withered Zen meditation for over three months, even if he were present, he would never tolerate your arrogance!"

Asking the number one person in the Buddhist Sect to come out and die...

Hearing this, Chen Sha muttered to himself, "Sitting in withered Zen meditation..."

The White-Browed Elder Monk said in a deep voice, "This old monk guesses you are here for the case of Gu Rusu and her daughter. Wasn’t this matter to be settled in Yuanjing? Our Zen Sect even dispatched four junior brothers. Why have you come to our Zen Sect’s main temple?"

Chen Sha simply replied, "Why? Naturally, it’s because the prime culprit is right here in your main temple. It is a pity that Jingnian of the Water Moon Temple and your four junior brothers all died for him."

Chen Sha’s eyelids half-drooped. Expressionless, he walked toward the White-Browed Elder Monk. "Tell me, being saddled with such a Monastery Master who brings disaster to the Buddhist Sect... is it your fortune or misfortune?"

BOOM!

As soon as those words fell, the thousands of monk soldiers and hundred chief monks erupted in fury.

"How dare you slander—" The White-Browed Elder Monk roared, then stopped. "Wait, did you say... my four junior brothers and Jingnian of the Water Moon Temple have all... been killed by you?!"

Upon hearing this, the White-Browed Elder Monk I Cling felt his blood rush to his head. His vision darkened, and he nearly fainted. Their Buddhist Sect had bided its time for thirty years, and even counting himself and Monastery Master I heard, they had only managed to cultivate six Great Innates.

Yet, unexpectedly... in a single morning, four of them had been slaughtered by the man before him!

"You!" The White-Browed Elder Monk’s loose, wrinkled face tightened as he bellowed, "You are the number one great demon of the Daoist Sect! Today, the Pure Land Zen Sect will eliminate this Daoist and Demon on behalf of the world! All monk soldiers, quickly eradicate the demon and protect the temple!"

RUMBLE!

With this command, the over five or six thousand monk soldiers stomped the ground in unison. Like a golden tide, they surged across the plaza, rushing to drown Chen Sha. Their sheer momentum was like that of a real army.

Meanwhile, completely unable to bear the loss of his four junior brothers, the White-Browed Elder Monk charged forward with burning rage in his eyes. Taking a step, he raised his palm and struck toward Chen Sha.

SWISH!

Behind him, the over one hundred Buddhist Sect chief monks also unleashed their Power. In the hundred-stang wide plaza, sounds of clashing metal akin to striking bronze bells emanated from these Buddhist Sect leaders. The Buddha’s Qi instantly condensed into tangible Buddha light.

Unexpectedly, right at the moment the White-Browed Elder Monk lunged in front of Chen Sha, a cold, apathetic voice rang out.

"You are not worthy of my master killing you!"

The towering figure of the Great Roc Demon King suddenly appeared before the White-Browed Elder Monk. His mountain-like, hulking body blocked the path like an iron tower. In a flash of contact...

BOOM!

Like a cannonball, the White-Browed Elder Monk coughed up blood. A single claw swipe from Teng Zijing sent him flying backward for hundreds of feet!

At the same time, however, the five or six thousand monk soldiers swarmed in like a tidal wave.

Chen Sha’s expression was serene. He looked at these enraged monk soldiers, each glaring at him with unparalleled hatred. "Because of a single word from an old bald donkey, you are all sent to your deaths. His sins are so monumental that he will definitely fall into the Eighteen Layers of Hell after death."

Watching the five or six thousand monk soldiers enclose him, Chen Sha merely tilted his head back slowly.

"Hah!"

A long, deafening roar swept in all directions!

"Master..." Teng Zijing, who was closest, was inevitably caught in the blast. With a muffled groan, he quickly soared into the high sky to avoid the sonic wave.

Once Teng Zijing moved out of the way, this supernatural roar that seemed capable of tearing mountains and rivers apart instantly changed the color of the world.

It swept through everything!

The murderous roar, enough to shock heaven and make Ghost Gods weep, swept across the five or six thousand monk soldiers. Starting from this hundred-stang radius, the roar expanded to three hundred stangs, five hundred stangs... eight hundred stangs... a thousand stangs...

In a single breath, with the momentum of a sea of clouds rolling over a flat ridge, the boiling roar abruptly swept over and engulfed the entire Buddha City of the Pure Land Zen Sect!

Almost instantaneously, in two separate locations within the Buddhist Sect’s Pure Land Zen Sect.

In a corner of the Relic Tower Forest, where the ancestral spirits of the Buddhist Sect were enshrined, sat a deeply intoxicated, ragged old monk.

In a cave located at the ’dot’ of the giant character "Zen" carved onto the Zen Cliff Wall, sat an old monk draped in a golden robe, facing the wall in meditation as if trapped in a deep slumber.

Both of them opened their eyes at the exact same moment.