Chapter 327: Chapter 214: The Coveted Pastry
Translator: 549690339
âFinally, the battle has started! This old Taoistâs long wait has not been in vain!â
In a corner of the Underworld, among the cultivators gathered from the worldly realm, an old Taoist riding on an ox looked up at the tumultuous and uncanny canopy above, a look of regret on his face.
âThis bald monk from West Xi Lan Continent is quite brave, daring to challenge the old city god here. He seems to have some confidence!â
âOf course, this bald monk isnât foolish, and he must have real abilities hidden. How else could he dare to talk like this with the old city god?â
âWhat abilities? Look closely, the confidence of this bald monk comes from what heâs wearing!â
Among the monks between the sky-dominating Heavenly Dragon pair of horns in the Underworld, a monk with a height of nearly two meters appeared. He wore a kakemono blue Kasaya, held a Nine Ring Copper Staff in his hand, and chanted the truth of the Buddhist Gate:
Om! Ma! Ni! Ba! Mi! Hum!
The awe-inspiring Buddhist sound suppressed the pervasive deathly energy in the Underworld, but more was to come. The monk tore off his Kasaya, threw it into the wind where it expanded, and in a blink of an eye, it became a sun-blocking and earth-covering force. In only a few breaths, it replaced the canopy of the Underworld. Overwhelming Buddhist light illuminated a thousand miles of the Underworldâs jurisdiction.
âMaster, you have used this Buddha robe incorrectly!â
A hand formed from purple aura and cloud descended from above the Underworldâs canopy. It caught the scene blue Kasaya and tore down the robe, which had already expanded to a hundred miles wide.
âCity God, you canât take away my Kasaya!â
One who saw the hand formed from the purple aura raised his hand and threw out a string of Buddhist beads. The beads scattered in the air, forming a radiant golden sphere, the Buddhist light shining, and the figures of Arhats reciting scriptures could be seen within it.
The chanting voices intertwined in the sky, each overlapping the other, all abundantly restraining the descending purple aura hand. The Sanskrit words condensed from the Buddhist light fell onto the purple aura hand, attempting to refine it instead.
âEven though the monk is not the Buddhaâs son of the Heavenly Dragon Temple, he is better than one!â
With a light sigh, a deity that was as tall as the sky and as erect as the earth appeared in the Underworldâs judicial realm. It was so majestic that its size could not be measured in feet. The moment it appeared, the many Buddhist beads holding the purple aura hand in place immediately exploded and scattered.
Even when hit by such a shock, these Buddhist beads only became duller. There were no signs of crushing or cracking, and the reciting voices of the Arhats within it still echoed, only suppressed down and difficult to spread.
âIs this emulation of nature?!â
The grandeur of this deity also shocked Yinghai. Although the Buddhist Gate had already collected incense and practiced with the power of incense, he had not yet been influenced by it with his talent.
âNot at all! This official does not have such divine power. Itâs just a bluff after years of accumulation!â
The revealed deity incarnation of the city god replied.
The mountain-like head of the city godâs incarnation only lowered a bit to look down, which made people feel a deep aura of majesty storming forward. Apparently, this incarnation was not as simple as just bluffing as the city god claimed.
âIn my pursuit of subduing demons, I have also cultivated a Heavenly Dragon incarnation. I beg the City God to critique it!â
As soon as he finished speaking, there was a tremble from the Nine Ring Copper Staff held by the monk. The nine copper rings hanging on the staff revealed fine scales and turned into nine small dragons, emitting roars, and wrapped around the monkâs golden body.
The originally six-meter-tall monk, with the assistance of nine dragons, reached out and pulled back his Kasaya and put it back on. His figure swelled with the wind, and the Heavenly Dragon under his feet danced and twirled around his shoulders.
However, compared with the city god of the Underworld who stood in the sky and walked on the Netherworld Land, the Heavenly Dragon monk seemed negligible. The gap between them was too vast and visible to the naked eye.
Still, he dared to enter the Underworld alone, naturally with his confidence. His golden body shook, and two sacerdotal heads emerged on his back, one compassionate and the other furious. Four powerful arms with golden scales reached out from his back and stomach,
Three heads and six arms!
The upper two hands held mountain-shaped seals or a Vajra, the two middle hands held a copper staff or the Purple Gold Bowl, and the lower two hands held a sword or a pearl. With just these changes alone, one could see the monkâs back had a halo burning with raging flames, which formed out of thin air and released infinite power.
In just a moment, the Heavenly Dragon monk held up to seven Buddhist artifacts, each of which was extraordinary. The cultivators and monks below were amazed by this.
âThis bald monk indeed has a lot of confidence!â
âStop calling him a bald monk. If someone hears you, they might capture and take you away. Then youâll cry in their Purple Gold Bowl!â
âYouâre absolutely right!â
The numerous Buddhist artifacts that the Heavenly Dragon monk took out at this moment shocked most of the cultivators and monks. Each of these Buddhist artifacts could serve as the heritage of a Buddhist temple, but now, they were all gathered on a single monk.
Despite this situation, some people were still laughing and scolding without caring. One of them was an old beggar who had brought Feng Qingâan along. This old cultivator, with a smile on his face, looked at the old monks who were also stunned by the manifestations above:
âAs the saying goes, comparing yourself to others leads to death, and comparing your goods leads to throwing them away. The Buddhist artifacts on you old monks, even put together, are probably fewer than those in the hands of this foreign monk, right?â
Upon hearing the old beggarâs taunting words, the seven monks who were gathered together continued to chant the scriptures, without responding. This was because the Buddhist artifacts on them really were fewer than those held by the Heavenly Dragon monk.