Chapter 3178 – Revelation of the Spirit Mountain, Nine Lotuses Above the Crown
In the void, bolts of heavenly lightning surged. The surrounding heaven and earth seemed to be shaking. Wind and sand swept past, and at this moment, the whole Great Thunderclap Temple illusion became turbulent.
Three years passed quietly. For three years, the Spirit Mountain lay silent.
In the sky above, demonic qi surged to the heavens. Sand flew and stones rolled, dark clouds covered everything, and thunder and lightning roared together, howling across the vault of heaven.
“What’s going on? Could something be about to happen up there in the void?”
Someone muttered, eyes full of terror.
“Hard to say. Could this Great Thunderclap Temple illusion be about to be destroyed? I’m afraid we can’t stay here much longer.”
Everyone’s heart was filled with worry, but none of them had completed their mission. Otherwise, who would want to stay in a place so full of danger?
“If you ask me, something big is going to happen in this Great Thunderclap Temple illusion. A drastic change in the heavens like this is a very bad omen.”
“Hard to say. Mount Yanling sits at the feet of the Buddhist faith. Even though the Buddhist Realm was destroyed, the whole Western-pole Divine Land is still dominated by the Buddhist faith. For the Great Thunderclap Temple illusion to have such a strange and gloomy sky really shouldn’t be possible.”
Throughout the Great Thunderclap Temple illusion, countless people raised their heads to look at the sky. How could such an inexplicable sight not shock them?
Demonic qi surged to the heavens and spread for ten thousand miles. No one knew what kind of thing was being born beneath this strange sky.
At the peak of the demonic qi, it gathered into a pillar. Clouds and mist appeared one after another, and chaos rose layer upon layer.
A long-haired man stood on a black lotus, dressed all in black. In one hand he held thunder and lightning, and in the other a black lotus.
“How many years, how many ages has it been? I have finally returned…”
The long-haired man said calmly. His eyes held endless vicissitudes and indifference. His appearance seemed to be in accordance with the will of heaven.
Piercing through layer after layer of black clouds and mist, the long-haired man’s gaze blazed like a torch. Black light surged and shot straight down to the foot of Mount Yanling.
Throughout the Great Thunderclap Temple illusion, all the ancient halls slowly turned to flying ash at this moment. No one knew whether they had been blown away by the wind and sand or eaten away by time.
“How long will it take for you to wake up?”
Qing Xuan looked at the Monk Tyrant inside the ancient hall, his back turned to her, and murmured. Her heart held nothing but worry. The Monk Tyrant had not moved in the slightest for several years. He had lit the green lamp of the Ancient Buddha Dipankara and taken in the Medicine Buddha’s Spirit Spring of the Lapis Lazuli Medicine Buddha. Qing Xuan had no way of doing anything now. She could only wait quietly, hoping the Monk Tyrant would wake up soon.
All this time, her whole heart had been devoted to the Monk Tyrant. Several times she had narrowly escaped death, but she had no complaints and no regrets. She only hoped the Monk Tyrant would wake up soon.
She did not care whether he was the Reincarnated Living Buddha or a demon of a chaotic age. As long as he was alive and well, that was better than anything. Those guys had used every ounce of their strength just to kill the Monk Tyrant and seize the God Suppressing Monument in his hands. Every time, the two of them had found a way out of a hopeless situation. If not for Jiang Chen, perhaps they would already have died several times over. But now, Jiang Chen’s appearance had given the Monk Tyrant greater confidence and hope.
But was Jiang Chen really still alive? She did not know. If Jiang Chen had died, perhaps the Monk Tyrant would truly fall into madness.
In a dilapidated ancient hall, a man in monk’s robes was slowly moving his hands, forming one obscure Buddhist mudra after another. Around him was nothing but serenity. The thunder and rain nearby came in an instant, and the wind and clouds in the distance gathered together, but none of it affected him in the slightest.
The man in the ancient hall was none other than the Monk Tyrant. He sat steadily on a prayer mat. The ancient hall in front of him had become the last shelter, because all the other halls had been reduced to ashes. Only the hall where the Monk Tyrant was sitting still remained.
“One flower, one world. One leaf, one Tathagata. When spring comes, the flowers turn green of themselves. When autumn arrives, the leaves drift and fall. With the boundless prajna, the heart is free. Speech and silence, motion and stillness, the body is natural.”
The Monk Tyrant murmured and slowly opened his eyes. In that moment, the ancient hall around him finally turned into flying sand and vanished from around the Monk Tyrant. It was as if that ancient hall had been born for him and destroyed for him.
When the Monk Tyrant raised his head, it seemed as though he saw in the void many figures that were extremely familiar to him, and many beliefs that were extremely familiar.
The Monk Tyrant’s eyes moved slightly, and he said calmly.
“One without self, one who comprehends emptiness, one who is not free, should take the body as heaven. No heart, no achievement, no Buddha. Take years as years, endless years, without obstruction, without turmoil, without the existence of life and death. Since you have come, be at peace.”
Above the clouds and mist surging with demonic qi, the black lotus spun and all the heavens churned. The long-haired man laughed three times, full of arrogance.
“Hahaha. What a fine ‘since you have come, be at peace.’ The flowers fall of themselves, the water flows of itself. If I do not become a demon, what else is there to seek!”
“When everything is taken to the extreme, fate is bound to run out early. All things have their destiny, and they also have their calamity. Why must you cling to a single heart?”
The Monk Tyrant said calmly.
“Then I will tear you into ten thousand pieces and make you fall forever into the cycle of reincarnation. What would you have to be unwilling about then?”
The long-haired man crossed the sky, and his eyes met the Monk Tyrant’s.
“The Buddha said: If I do not enter hell, who will enter hell? If I do not hold the reins of reincarnation, who will hold the reins of reincarnation?”
The Monk Tyrant said.
“Hahaha, good, good, good! I’m only afraid you don’t have the qualification to hold the reins of reincarnation!”
The long-haired man laughed proudly at the sky, his eyes extremely cold. He could see no one else, but he could see himself in the void.
The Monk Tyrant looked up and shook his head helplessly, with a trace of a sigh.
“Amitabha. Greed, anger, joy, rage and malice; sorrow, happiness, grief, resentment and jealousy. Of all those born into this life, who can ever attain the body of a Buddha?”
The Monk Tyrant murmured. But at this moment, the endless demonic qi in the void swept across the sky and turned into black dragons, each ten thousand zhang long. Dragon roars echoed one after another. The dragons’ eyes were like fire, and their claws were savage. Tens of millions of raging dragons formed from demonic qi came crashing down. The void shattered completely and heaven and earth collapsed. The entire Great Thunderclap Temple illusion seemed to be on the verge of falling apart at this moment.
“Monk! Run!!!”
Qing Xuan’s eyes were nearly bursting. She let out a low roar, but it was scattered by the endless black dragon qi. Between heaven and earth, all things swayed. Dragons soared and tigers leaped, wreaking havoc across the sky.
The Monk Tyrant sat steadily on the ground with his eyes tightly closed, murmuring.
“That which gives birth to me is heaven, that which nurtures me is earth; this is the Great Dao. That by which I reach the heavens, that which my heart comprehends of the earth; this is the Buddha heart. The spirit of the Spirit Mountain becomes a revelation from heaven. At the summit of universal salvation, the white lotus is born.”
The Monk Tyrant recited in a low voice, without joy and without sorrow. In that moment, the Spirit Mountain beneath his feet was covered in golden light. Above his head, seven-colored lapis lazuli light and nine-colored golden lotuses burst forth, dazzlingly bright.
“Revelation of the Spirit Mountain, nine lotuses above the crown. In the end, you have come back after all.”
The long-haired man said coldly, a trace of anger in his eyes. Tens of millions of black dragons were scattered in an instant under the halo of seven-colored lapis lazuli light. The sky above the Great Thunderclap Temple illusion became clear and bright once again!