chsdbacks Chapter 147 The Sword Intent is Finally Formed, Even Gods and Buddhas Cannot Stop It
Chapter 147 The Sword Intent is Finally Formed, Even Gods and Buddhas Cannot Stop It
Chapter 147 The Sword Intent is Finally Formed, Even Gods and Buddhas Cannot Stop It
A moment ago, Li Xijun arrived at this legendary sacred place in the western region of the Great Snow Mountain.
Countless people kneel in worship at Tashilhunpo Monastery, a holy city rumored to be able to cleanse the soul.
But from the appearance,
This building is indeed incredibly sacred.
The uppermost level is the Red Palace, the middle level is the White Palace, and the lowest level has a foundation made of "snow" composed of milk, honey, and bones.
The soft red border trim on the eaves, carrying a strong religious connotation of the "three realms," contrasts with the large bronze anchors embedded in the walls; the white walls and black trapezoidal window frames, with colorful fabrics fluttering on the window sills, create a dynamic and static beauty.
This does indeed seem to conform to the image of the pristine holy city that countless people have in mind.
When Li Xijun arrived at the gate of Tashilhunpo Monastery...
A plump, white figure, moving hurriedly and with somewhat unsteady steps, emerged from the temple gate.
Now, as he reflects on his actions, this martial saint feels increasingly regretful.
He then realized that his and other lords' excessive behavior had angered the Dalai Lama of Tashilhunpo Monastery.
But now that things have come to this,
He had no immediate solution, and feeling increasingly frustrated, he sullenly walked away.
He planned to return to his territory, find a few lazy serfs, tie them to trees, and beat them to death to vent his anger.
And it was in this angry state that...
He stepped out of the temple gate and looked up.
I saw a guy dressed in shabby clothes in front of me.
How dare they not immediately prostrate themselves and kowtow before the noble Martial Saint Lord?
Instead, they dared to look up and gaze at the sacred Tashilhunpo Monastery!
"You beast!"
Just as the fat, white lord was about to vent his anger, he heard the footsteps of the other lords behind him and immediately shouted at the boy in front of him.
He thought about how his cowardice had caused him to lose face in front of others.
He immediately planned to beat this damned bastard to death in front of them, to save face with blood and life.
"Tashilhunpo Monastery is something you can look up at!"
"Today, I'll first beat you to death, then gouge out your eyes!"
Under the watchful eyes of the arriving lords behind him, he pulled out a whip from his waist and was about to lash out at Li Xijun in front of him.
Such scenes were commonplace for those lords.
They were chatting and laughing, just about to see which unlucky fellow was going to die.
But then came the boy's calm and cold voice from ahead.
"It's in the way."
Everyone saw Li Xijun's figure sway, and before they knew it, a long sword had appeared in his hand, which he slashed out in a mysterious and profound trajectory.
next moment,
The martial saint lord who had just pulled out his whip was cut in half, splitting into two perfectly even halves from his brow, nose, and lips with a thin line.
Not only that, even the whip in his hand was broken in the middle, evenly split in two.
This slash seemed to have performed some kind of divine miracle!
This scene left the martial arts lords who came from behind in disbelief.
That was the most famous martial arts expert in the entire western region of the Great Snow Mountain, a true Blood-Changing Martial Saint who had broken through all obstacles and cultivated a body of mercury-infused blood.
Back when he was fighting his way up in the western snowy region, he was a ruthless figure with countless lives on his hands.
But now, in just a moment, he was slashed by that young man with a single blow?
What kind of martial arts skill would that require?
What level of swordsmanship must that be?
"Someone has trespassed on the holy city!"
"Laba Tsering, the Martial Saint, has been killed!"
"Quickly, quickly send someone to inform the Dalai Lama!"
The lords stirred, but because they were in the holy city of Tashilhunpo, they did not panic excessively.
On the contrary, everyone felt that with a dignified Nascent Soul cultivator in charge, there was no reason for a mere martial artist to cause any trouble.
The lords, on the contrary, crowded together, all wanting to see who dared to kill someone in front of the Holy City's gates.
As a result,
More and more people gathered, all of whom had started as martial arts masters by relying on the resources of the western region of the Great Snow Mountain. Among them were lords who had become marrow cleansing masters.
They even seemed to half-encircle Li Xijun, who was wielding a knife and committing murder, as if they were half-moon shaped.
"Put down your butcher's knife and become a Buddha on the spot! While the Dalai Lama hasn't come out yet, it's not too late for you to kneel down and beg for mercy!"
Perhaps it was because they had lived too comfortably in the long-isolated Western Regions that some of the lords, accustomed to being high and mighty, stepped forward past the crowd, spoke Buddhist scriptures with malice, and tried to trick the others into putting down their weapons.
If he succeeds, he, a grandmaster of marrow cleansing, might be able to quell the controversy and replace the previous Martial Saint, Laba Ciren.
The old man with the mustache grew increasingly excited as he thought about this.
But he just killed one person.
Suddenly feeling a surge of righteous spirit, Li Xijun swung his sword with an aura that suggested he could cut down anything in the world.
Upon hearing these words, he vanished without hesitation.
"Sizzle!"
The blade flashed again, its speed increasing and its trajectory becoming ever more unpredictable.
The marrow cleansing master who had just spoken over everyone now had a faint bloodline appearing in the center of his face.
How can people like you be changed?
wide,
The young man in the tattered clothes had incredibly calm eyes, like a cold pool atop a snow-capped mountain, which made everyone tremble involuntarily.
An uncontrollable fear rose from the depths of my soul.
They suddenly realized how foolish they had been to not run away.
The person who came today is clearly here to...:
"Only death!"
As soon as he finished speaking,
A flash of light appeared, and instantly more than a dozen bodies fell to the ground.
Crimson blood flowed freely down the snow-white steps of the holy city.
Terrified, the lords had no intention of resisting. They transformed into various figures and frantically ran towards the courtyard where the Buddha of the charnel ground was worshipped.
"That's not human-level swordsmanship at all!"
"Host!"
"Great Master Dalai Lama, please help me!"
"Asura! An Asura has descended to earth, intending to wreak havoc on humanity!"
These lords, who had been living in comfort in the Western Regions for far too long, all scattered like birds and beasts, fleeing towards the temple behind them.
For this,
Li Xijun, however, remained indifferent, walking alone and constantly wielding his sword.
The cries of anguish echoed everywhere.
However, Li Xijun did not experience the slightest discomfort or fluctuation in her state of mind as a result.
in contrast,
In his view, these people even died far too easily compared to the serfs.
Li Xijun kept walking, brandishing his sword as he went. His resolve grew stronger, and the flames in his chest rose higher and higher. The light of his sword had already taken on a divine quality.
This made the Dalai Lama, who had been chanting sutras with his eyes closed in front of the Buddha in the charnel ground, restless.
At first, he saw the scene of the Martial Saint being killed with a single blow.
Thinking it was another attack from the Church of the Seven Gods, I hesitated and pondered...
Where are the truly powerful potion-wielding monks and angels?
Will they also hunt him down and kill him?
But when his soul scanned the surrounding world, he found that there was no one else around him.
High probability,
It was truly after that boy went mad and dared to break into their Tashilhunpo Monastery all by himself...
The Dalai Lama immediately rose and, while unleashing an invisible force of tens of tons, hurled it at Li Xijun from thin air, shouting angrily:
"Daring to trespass into the holy city of Tashilhunpo Monastery and commit such a bloody massacre,"
"Old Ne will turn your soul into an oil lamp, and let it suffer the torment of burning for a hundred years under the watchful eye of the Buddha in the charnel ground."
"Buddhist disciples, why haven't you taken action to eliminate the demon!"
the other side,
Hearing the commotion ahead, the monks of Tashilhunpo Monastery, wearing large hats and red sashes draped across their shoulders, came out and gathered.
After hearing the words of the temple's abbot,
At the same time, they also brought out the Sister Drum, flesh lotus flowers, Thangkas, and other Tibetan Buddhist ritual implements made of human skin and bones.
For a time,
Various dazzling jewels and colorful lights simultaneously attacked Li Xijun along with the Dalai Lama's powerful spiritual force.
Such power and such a wide variety of magical artifacts filled the remaining few lords with great joy.
They already knew that in the holy city of Tashilhunpo Monastery, there were more than forty monks who, under the command of the Dalai Lama, could unleash their combined power at the same time. The light was so intense that it could flatten even a small hill.
Moreover, he was a martial saint who was surrounded.
Upon witnessing this scene, the Dalai Lama stood before the Buddha statue in the charnel ground, clasped his hands together, and coldly sneered:
"Hehehe...just a mere Blood Transformation Martial Saint,"
"Even if the Holy True Lord of Tashilhunpo Monastery were to pass away, he wouldn't be some kind of person who dies young..."
Before he could finish speaking, his expression suddenly froze.
Suddenly, an invisible, powerful spiritual force rose up and transformed into an invisible protective shield.
The Dalai Lama's immense power, like a raging torrent, was instantly dissolved.
The magical artifacts of more than forty Buddhist monks from Tashilhunpo Monastery struck it, but only produced a series of booming sounds.
But that's all.
The spiritual power of a Nascent Soul cultivator transforming into a Yin Spirit is simply not something that can be shaken by mere magical artifacts.
Almost instantly upon impact, it was deflected into shattered fragments by Li Xijun's powerful mental force.
"A spirit! It's actually a body-splitting immortal!"
The loudspeakers throughout Tashilhunpo Monastery were instantly filled with panic.
They attempted to flee, just like the martial arts lords before them.
However, under Li Xijun's mental power, it instantly turned into wisps of blood mist.
"What exactly do you want to do?!"
Terrified, the Dalai Lama cried out, not daring to leave the shrine where the Buddha of the charnel ground was enshrined.
After mentally defining Li Xijun as an extremely bloodthirsty, out-of-body cultivator who disguised himself as a Blood Transformation Martial Saint to lure others into a trap...
The Dalai Lama's attitude became extremely humble.
Especially when Li Xijun strolled out and arrived at the entrance of the Buddhist hall dedicated to the Buddha of the charnel ground,
He spoke with utmost sincerity:
"As a Nascent Soul cultivator from the Central Plains, you may speak frankly about whatever is on your mind."
"As long as it's something my Tashilhunpo Monastery can do, I'll do it even if it means giving up the entire western region of the Great Snowy Mountain."
He swore that this was absolutely true.
Tashilhunpo Monastery is now facing internal and external troubles, especially with the Seven Churches eyeing it covetously.
He was more than willing to reconcile with a Nascent Soul cultivator from the Central Plains if the conflict could be resolved through mutual benefit.
Furthermore, if they could even persuade the enemy to join their ranks and fight against the angels of the Seven Gods Church,
He was able to give away nearly half of his territory in the Western Regions to the other party.
"help me?"
Li Xijun looked at the Dalai Lama standing in front of the Buddha statue in the charnel ground and suddenly asked a question:
"I was feeling very agitated before, and no matter how much black water the blacksmith drank, it wouldn't calm me down."
"Master host, do you have any methods?"
"Haha, you're joking, Master. You're of noble birth; how could the blacksmith's black water possibly be effective against you?"
The Dalai Lama immediately and boldly declared:
"My Tashilhunpo Monastery is a holy city in the Western Regions. If you, True Man, have fire in your heart, I can order all the serfs in the Western Regions to climb the snow mountain, to pick the Tian Shan snow lotus on Mount Everest, and to boil it into juice to cool down your heart fire."
"Hehe, as expected of the holy city of the Western Regions."
As Li Xijun spoke, he raised the long sword in his hand.
The Dalai Lama was extremely tense at this moment, and behind him was a sister drum that had been prayed to day and night, which began to slowly emit light.
"Master, I have a knife here, formed from the burning passion and fiery spirit within me."
"If you can withstand this blow, I'll turn and leave."
Li Xijun's calm explanation immediately pleased the Dalai Lama.
What he feared and dreaded was the supernatural powers and magic of the Out-of-Body True Person. Although the other party cultivated martial arts, what was a mere Martial Saint's strike in his eyes?
The abbot immediately feigned generosity and said:
"Very well! Today, I, Lao Ne, am willing to take this blow to quell the fire in your heart, benefactor."
That being said, out of caution, he still summoned his magical artifact, the Sister Drum, which slowly floated in front of him as a form of protection.
The sense of security this magical artifact brought him made him sneer inwardly.
"It seems this True Immortal is also unwilling to be my enemy, a dignified Nascent Soul cultivator."
"Otherwise, why would you say something like, 'I blocked the knife in his hand'?"
"Could a mere Martial Saint's Blade possess power exceeding that of a Nascent Soul cultivator, or how strong could its blade intent be?"
The Dalai Lama was laughing more and more, but what happened next instantly proved him wrong.
I see,
The young man waved his hand, and a flash of light appeared.
It was as if time and space had frozen between heaven and earth.
Only one exquisitely beautiful blade flashed by.
Like a crescent moon, like a flying rainbow,
It sliced through the sky, severing the countless drums made of young girls' skin, breaking through the Dalai Lama's mental power, and splitting the man's body and spirit in two.
"Sizzle!"
The sound of the drumhead breaking off from the flesh made the Dalai Lama's gradually dissipating spirit realize something.
He stared in disbelief at the boy who was slowly sheathing his sword.
It is unimaginable that such a pure sword intent, indestructible, unstoppable by gods and Buddhas, and capable of severing everything in the world, could exist in this world.
Since the East-West War, the dead-end path of martial arts has become the lowest of the low.
For decades, no master of swordsmanship had appeared in the entire Great Sheng World, and for decades he had not seen such a magnificent sword light.
"So beautiful..."
As soon as he finished speaking, the Buddhist astral projection master's spirit dissipated, and he collapsed and died.