Chapter 113: Asking Time
ure she wouldn't be abandoned again. She had no energy or desire to concern herself with anything else.Such was she.Her unseen but tangible "illness."Is it not, after all, another kind of "plague"Let...The statue standing before the bronze cauldron was red-faced, with serpents entwined around its arms and a fire turtle beneath its feet. In its hand it held a gilded wooden puppet with red paint on its brow.
He was, of course, representing the will of Xuan Nan Gong. As he placed the puppet into the bronze cauldron, he spoke: "This person is so stubborn, I fear they cannot be subdued. If they become a demon like Mo Luo Jia, they may bring great harm in the future."
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At this time, Xuan Nan Gong wasn't like when he was talking to Hu Taisui, appearing to have no temper. Although his voice was soft, it held a heavy sense of authority.
The Night Bodhisattva casually said, "How old is he now How many years has he lived in the mortal world How many relatives and friends does he have there Let him live here, start a family and raise children. After months and years pass, his understanding of himself will change naturally."
"Emotions don't exist by nature, they are produced through interaction. We must believe in the power of time."
You can trust in the power of Black Lotus Temple even more.
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The Crimson statue of God was about to say something else, but upon hearing the last sentence, it fell silent.
Indeed, time is enough to smooth over everything. Sentiments of living beings are not quite enough to be worn down. As for Black Lotus Temple wanting to thoroughly control a San Xiongsi, there are many ways. Some of these methods even cannot be overcome by willpower.
Just like if Tiger Tai Sui simply wanted to destroy Xiong Sanshi's will, Xiong Sanshi wouldn't be any better off than Ling Xi Hua right now. It is precisely because of the need to preserve Xiong Sanshi's hatred, to preserve his fervent vitality and ambition, that Xiong Sanshi has the opportunity to hate, to rage, to persist, or to despair.
Body and soul at the mercy of others, love and hate are both difficult to control.
Beneath the peak, all are ants. That's how real and hopeless it is.
He slowly turned back, glanced at the sky, and then shifted his gaze back to the bronze cauldron, muttering under his breath: "Dog Yingyang is truly becoming more and more degenerate as he lives."
Ji Xi Kong didn't care about anything else. With Chan Fa Yuan and Hu Tai Sui both eliminated, Zhi Wen Zhong was already in his grasp. He kicked Hu Tai Sui off the Tianxi Fengshen Stage with one foot, waiting for this very moment. His early preparations involving Xiong San Si were all for this.
His conversation with Xuan Nanguo couldn't be heard by Xiong Sanshi, but his comfort and care soothed Xiong Sanshi's heart over and over again.
When the Buddha preached, there were celestial beings and dragon kings among his listeners.
Although the Buddhist sects of the demon world are independent, they also inherit many things. Gu Nanshan uses snake crowds instead of dragon crowds, but it is still called "Eight Parts of Heavenly Dragon."
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The independent Ghost Gods of Hekuren Temple clashed with those of Gushan Mountain, a rivalry that spanned centuries. However, as the Buddha Guangwang once said—"Eight divisions and seven ghosts, formidable in their Dharma."
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The Eight Pillars of the Black Lotus Temple's demonic spirit are unstable, which is a fatal weakness. This also prevents them from truly challenging the orthodox status of Mount Guinan.
Today, the Tiger Deity of Tai Sui exerts every ounce of energy and thought to pursue the path of transcendence, creating a brand new, immensely potential race.
The spatial layout of the demon race is empty, borrowing from the spiritual clan to achieve Mahalo. It can be said that it fills the gaps and enriches the potential of the Eight Ghosts and Gods.
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For the ancient imperial city, placing the Spirit Race among the eight parts of ghosts and gods, under the control of Helian Temple, is like keeping a beast in a cage, preventing it from becoming a threat in the future.
If this happens, the hidden danger of the Ling clan will be controlled, the foundation of Helian Temple will be replenished, and Xiong Sanshi will also be freed from pain. It can be said that everyone will be happy - except for Hu Taisu.
Or, if he so wished, he could also come to Ma Luo Jia and join in the grand celebration, together creating a flourishing age of black lotuses. Black Lotus Temple is a place beyond the ordinary, opening a convenient door as well.
Of course, such a pointed remark wouldn't be made voluntarily to avoid antagonizing the Tiger Tai Sui. It would be better to wait for the Tiger Tai Sui to figure it out on their own.
"The sea of suffering is boundless, the lotus flower on the other shore." Ye Bodhisattva recited the last Buddhist verse. His compassionate voice seemed to soothe all the sadness in the world. It was only right to let Xiong San feel warmth and guide him in the right direction.
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But Xiong San, curled up in the sea of clouds, had no reaction. He was still there, pitifully resisting, continuing his endless cycle of pain.
Xiong Sansi couldn't have possibly not heard these words, and that night Bodhisattva told him. He had no right to pretend he hadn't heard them.
Then silence is a kind of refusal.
The deer had imagined many possibilities, but not this one.
It's not that such a possibility doesn't exist. Ma Luo Jia belongs to a highly symbolic Buddhist power. The Eight Divisions of Ghosts and Gods need a self-governing soul, a living group, rather than just puppets. Therefore, he didn't restrict Xiong San Si's freedom of choice.
To be frank, there's only one faithworm here, and the power it carries is negligible. It can't do much of anything. Otherwise, it would have stormed out long ago to join forces with Xuan Nan Gong and overthrow Tiger Tai Sui together.
It's just... how could this be How could Xiong Sans think of refusing
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How much pain, how much despair!
He has tried every effort, and all efforts have failed! His fate was sealed the moment he was noticed by the Tiger Tai Sui. From Qianjieku to Ziwu Hills, and then to Shenxiao World.
He can't do anything, doesn't he understand
Continuing their previous agreement, by joining the Black Lotus Temple and becoming the founder of Maharaka, he could escape the sea of suffering and have everything he desired.
What reason does he have to refuse
The name Jiang Wang flashed through his mind. This was the man who had killed Shǔ Gālán, and also the hometown friend that Xiong Sān had unilaterally deemed as a comrade.
The Night Bodhisattva said solemnly, "Monks don't lie. The young prodigy you want to help escape is dead. Yin Gongyang cut off his head and is on his way back. Do you want to kill Yin Gongyang and avenge him"
His voice held a power that spoke of "trust," making Xiong San believe the words without a doubt.
This statement can also be true, of course.
Jiang Wang is certain to die, his head will surely be cut off, and Yin Yingyang can definitely produce it for Xiong Sanshi to seek revenge and vent his anger.
For Marogana, for the Black Lotus Temple, anyone can be sacrificed.
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Of course, dogs are more suitable for the Yang energy.
But the moment Night Bodhisattva finished speaking, Xiong Sanshi's pain from Li Zhi's injuries caused his newly formed spirit race body to suddenly stiffen. Then, starting from his eyeballs, it began to collapse, and a strange fragrance emanated from his disintegrating body as he exploded into a pile of flesh worms!
That pure white flesh worm, when the wine fell into the Sea of Ten Thousand Gods, had a special allure. It was enveloped by surging divine power and devoured little by little.
As for all the questions about Huxingkong, Xiong Sisi didn't give any answers. He endured in silence, suffered in silence, and gave up in silence.
But his last words in his life, all the monsters present heard clearly and remembered distinctly, "I am human!"
The red-faced bronze statue beside the cauldron stood silent. Even the Bodhisattva who appeared on the night of the messenger worm remained silent.
But the silence lasted only about two breaths' time. After two breaths, this faceless Night Bodhisattva stepped forward, one step landing on the mountain path, before Ling XiHua who stood with a single arm wielding a sword.
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His eyes emerged from the darkness, gazing at Ling Xi Hua's pale complexion and evasive gaze.
With a trustworthy conviction and compassion, he said: "Actually, I've had my eye on you for a long time. Would you be willing to join the Black Lotus Temple and become a Ma Luo Kana As the master of one of the Eight Parts of Ghosts and Gods, you will attain enlightenment in the future, and then stand alongside me!"
Compared to Xiong Sanshi, Ling Xihua was indeed far too inferior.
Even Tiger Tai Sui, after using him up, wouldn't even bother to glance at him.
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But compared to true Spirit Clan members, Ling XiHua was only missing the final step, similar to Xiong SanSi's last step in the Flesh and Blood Myriad Gods Cave.
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As a celestial demon, it wouldn't dwell on things that can no longer be changed.
Isn't that a divine infant
Black Lotus Temple can be!
To truly become a spirit race, you just need to try many times.
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With the example of You Xiong San Si and the support of He Lian Temple, this last step will not become an insurmountable obstacle.
Ling Xi Hua hadn't expected it at all, that a sudden turn of events like this would happen to him! Just like he hadn't expected that someone like Shi Xing Kong, such a great and compassionate bodhisattva, could so naturally say, "I've had my eye on you all along."
His evasive eyes became resolute in an instant. He dropped the sword from his hand, raised one palm to his chest, and knelt down before the Night Bodhisattva with utmost sincerity: "Before Xi Hua was born, my mother had a dream of Buddha's light! I have been reading Buddhist scriptures since childhood, and have long admired Black Lotus Temple in my heart. But I was bound by the Three Evils, unable to make connections with Buddhism. Now, thanks to the Bodhisattva's favor, you have given me a chance to turn back from the sea of suffering. From now on, I am Mara Kana. I will uphold precepts and guard my mind, and promote my Buddha... Please, Great Bodhisattva, shave my head!"
In this situation, at this moment, who wouldn't say it's fate
The Night Bodhisattva reached out from the shadows, his black Buddha's palm gently stroking Ling Xi Hua's hair. He brushed away all of her long tresses, leaving behind a black lotus mark on her smooth scalp.
The power of the Eight Demonic Divisions... In this process, he seemed to have caught something amidst the blood spilled by Jiang Wang and Zhu Lan's apparent death on this mountain path. But unfortunately, the power offered by a single insect was too meager, making it incredibly difficult to investigate further.
And Ling Xi Hua, who was about to become the world's first Ma Luo Ga Na, couldn't help but look towards the Wan Shen Sea. From the Ling Clan to the Ma Luo Ga Na, he had been picking up remnants of San Si's meals. His feelings towards that person were truly complex.
"How" she asked blankly.
Ling Xi Hua said: "I always feel like he should die in a grand and spectacular way."
Yes, how could a heroic figure like Rao Bingzhang sink so painfully and silently into the Wan Shen Hai Through the integration of the divine infant's entire being, all transformed into divine power.
The demon clan certainly wouldn't commemorate him. The human race would never know of him.
"Even the fearsome Mara, who can frighten even demons and gods, would be moved by such a sight," said the Night Bodhisattva casually, her gaze sweeping over the cliffs beside the mountain path. Finally, she stopped, her eyes falling upon a floral-shaped carving in the stone.
In the realm beyond sight, a faint glimmer of light is gathering softly. Yasha's eyes, appearing from the shadows, now held a hint of solemnity.
However, the changes in the Shenxiao World went beyond this, extending far beyond the dark corridor where Jiang Wang and Quan Yingyang were battling.
At this very moment, the whole sacred mountain has darkened. But another light has ignited.
The statue of the crimson-faced deity controlled by the Xuan Nan Public Office suddenly leaped and jumped into the bronze cauldron... The cauldron immediately soared with divine fire!
The divine fire surged like a raging torrent, erupting from the cauldron and spreading across the entire altar. It roared and writhed, its power palpable. The enshrined deities, already positioned at various points on the altar, stood motionless. Their mouths moved in unison, chanting in archaic script, reciting the “Great Demon-Quelling Divine Illumination Scripture.”
This book is a classic of all ages, the foundation upon which the Dao of the monster clan was established. When it was recited by the gods at this time, the entire Shenxiao world responded instantly.
In the surging flames within the cauldron, the gilded wooden puppet, with its red dot between the brows, seemed like cooked food, even spilling out of the bronze cauldron. It then kept rising, and rising, soaring into the heavens!
This wooden puppet's chest held a flickering light, like a beating heart, captivating all who gazed upon it. It was a spark that had long slumbered within the bronze cauldron, something that Rokuro longed for but couldn't reach. Kanno, however, ignited it with his Sanmitsu True Fire.
Now it sat quietly on the golden lacquered puppet, as if it had always been there, forever.
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At this time, looking at the entire Tian Yao Fa Tan, no matter where the statues stood, a divine fire line flew out from their eyebrows, dancing in the high sky and connecting with the puppet.
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But the boundless divine power condensed into liquid gold flowed within this golden lacquered wooden puppet, melting its garment and inscribing its patterns.
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The wooden puppet gradually came to life, and even exuded an ancient majesty.
As a king upon his throne, worshipped by all gods, the world kneels before him.
This is the body of the God King!
Such a grand spectacle, the recitation of the scriptures to all the gods and the burning of offerings! The scene was truly magnificent.
Xuan Nan Gong used the gods as fuel and ignited the Heavenly Fiend altar with the will of the celestial demons, reigniting it! During this grand celestial operation, this long-abandoned Heavenly Fiend altar was ignited three times.
The first attempt was to illuminate the Sea of Chaos, opening a short passage and calling upon the old path of the World Honored One or Great Ancestor Yu. The second attempt was to build a great city for the human race, taking root in the rules of the present world and responding to the Civilization Basin. This third time, under the control of Grand Master Xuan Nan, focused on the Shenxiao World and concentrated on refining the Divine King's Body!
After Jiang Wang's painstaking efforts to build the city from bones and Hu Taisui's ruthless seizure of power,
To prevent any unforeseen circumstances from happening overnight, the power of the Fengshentai led by Xuan Nan Gong decided to no longer wait and instead chose to proactively shape the body of the God King, summoning the spirit of Yu Zheng Da Zu back!
The eyes of the Bodhisattva of Night saw that the bronze giant cauldron's body, under the scouring of the divine golden liquid, gradually melted into four completely new Dao characters.
"Take my place!"
This time, even the fox spirit, Jixi Kong, was taken aback. These four characters were written by Yuan Xi, the demonic emperor, each stroke imbued with the celestial might of Emperor Yuan Xi. Dao Wen is a character that expresses the way of existence. Any being capable of speaking about the Dao has his own mark on the character. You could say that the character represents the individual itself. Jixi Kong would never make a mistake.
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Then what is this in front of us
Regardless of what the Great Bodhisattva at Helian Temple might think. At this moment, that gilded wooden puppet, already nearly resembling a god king, suddenly opened its golden eyes and looked up towards the heavens.
Though it was merely a wooden puppet, its limbs were meticulously carved and immobile. Yet, with just an opening of the eyes and a tilt of the head, it exuded the majestic air of one surveying all beneath the heavens!
The sky had already darkened, and at this moment the clouds were swirling and changing, with thunderclaps and sudden downpours. Then the lightning flashed, illuminating a scene of brilliant colors. This was the eternal, endless flow of time in this world!
The boundless and infinite power of the Wan Shen Hai is supporting this inconceivable transformation.
A majestic figure, crowned and robed, stepped out from the gilded wooden puppet. With each step off the altar, it ascended to heaven, and with each step, it entered the unpredictable realm of time.
He sat there in the flowing river of time, above it all. And before him, after an untold number of years passing or receding, a figure clad in white, with a crown of jade upon their head, materialized at a speed beyond "fast" or "slow." It flickered and became solid, settling down as he did.
Time flows eternally, at the boundary of eternity and fleeting moments, two great figures sit facing each other. Though we cannot pierce through time to see their faces, we can sense they are gazing into each other's eyes.
This is a meeting that should be recorded in history books, a momentous occasion worthy of remembrance when viewed across the grand sweep of time.
After the wreckage of the Flying Lightship shattered completely here, time and space were reshaped once again. In this era, the divine realm of Shenxiao already possessed its own independent order of time and space.
But who has the power to turn the tide, To stir up the waves of time
This is a conversation between "great" ones, that should have taken place but didn't.
This is a dialogue between the "deceased," who, long after they have died, return to a certain time and space to converse.
These are the two most legendary rivals in the history of the demon clan since ancient times. Both enemies and friends, they are known as the twin prodigies.
Emperor Yuanxi, the Great Ancestor of Yu Zhen!
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