nownovels Chapter 32: I've blocked the pilgrimage route! Not very harmful, but extremely insulting!
Chapter 32: I've blocked the pilgrimage route! Not very harmful, but extremely insulting!
Main hall.
Dead silence.
The four Bodhisattvas sat on the ground, panting. The eighteen Arhats lay motionless on a broken pillar. The eight Vajras leaned against the rubble, struggling to breathe. Five hundred Dharma protectors were scattered in every corner of the main hall.
King Puji leaned against a broken pillar, his face ashen.
Lu Chen stood in the very center of the main hall.
Standing with hands behind his back.
His wooden stick lay quietly horizontally in his hand.
There wasn't a single scratch on the stick.
The surrounding area was a mess.
He looked up at the empty lotus seat.
The seat is still intact.
Not a single golden tile fell within a ten-foot radius around it.
The entire Buddhist community's strength today.
Lu Chen blocked them all with a stick.
And the owner of that empty lotus throne.
From beginning to end.
It did not appear.
Lu Chen slowly took a step.
step.
Two steps.
Three steps.
He walked through the mess.
He stepped on the broken tiles. He stepped on the broken beams. He stepped over the prostrate Dharma protectors. He stepped over the feet of the four great Bodhisattvas.
No one dared to stop him.
No one had the strength to stop him.
Guanyin raised her head.
There was an indescribable emotion in her eyes.
What she wanted to say.
She didn't say anything.
Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva has his eyes closed.
He didn't look up.
Manjushri and Samantabhadra both bowed their heads.
Lu Chen walked all the way to the lotus seat.
He stopped and looked up.
I took a closer look at the lotus pedestal.
The lotus-shaped cushion is embroidered with intricate lotus patterns in gold thread.
Lu Chen chuckled softly.
"This mat."
"The embroidery is really good."
He raised his hand.
The top of the wooden stick.
Towards that gold-threaded cushion.
Just a gentle touch.
That amount of force was just right, not too much, not too little.
It won't break the lotus seat.
It won't scratch the gold-threaded cushion.
It will not allow the lotus seat to shift even slightly.
But at that particular spot.
One word was left behind.
Ink black.
Clearly and distinctly.
It was written in the very center of the gold-threaded cushion.
"turtle".
One word.
The strokes are simple and concise.
Horizontal lines are straight and vertical lines are upright.
Lu Chen retrieved his baton.
He took a step back.
He tilted his head and looked at the character he had written.
It was as if he was admiring his own masterpiece.
"Hmm." He nodded. "It's alright."
"It's a little crooked."
"It'll have to do."
Inside the main hall.
The four Bodhisattvas raised their heads simultaneously.
The moment they saw that word.
Guanyin paused in her breathing for a moment.
Manjushri whispered a Buddhist chant.
Puxian shook his head.
Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva's eyes remained closed, but his staff trembled on the ground.
King Puji, leaning against the broken pillar, looked at the character and suddenly his legs went weak.
I almost knelt down.
That is the Buddha's seat.
The seat that Buddha sat in for a thousand years.
Anyone who can enter the main hall—
Even if the Primordial Celestial Venerable himself went to Mount Ling—
No one dared to touch that seat.
I dared not write on that seat.
I dare not even write the character "turtle".
This is the greatest humiliation for Buddhism.
It was in front of everyone in the Buddhist community.
They pressed Buddha's face to the ground and rubbed it.
But no one dared to make a move.
The Four Great Bodhisattvas are no match for them.
The Arhats, Vajra Protectors, and Dharma Protectors have all been laid down.
Even Guanyin, who wanted to rush over and erase that word, didn't have the strength.
Lu Chen turned around.
Standing with hands behind his back.
Faced with the complete mess in the hall.
Facing those prostrate Buddhist monks.
He spoke slowly.
"I'm here today."
His voice wasn't loud.
But everyone in the main hall could hear it clearly.
"It's about telling Buddhism one thing."
"The Journey to the West".
"I'm blocking the way."
"You're not convinced."
"Send someone here."
"Who should we send?"
"This is how it all ends."
"How many people should we send?"
"This is how it all ends."
Guanyin's knuckles were clenched so tightly they turned white.
Manjushri bowed his head.
Puxian's shoulders trembled slightly.
Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva tapped the ground lightly with his staff.
Lu Chen's gaze finally landed on the empty lotus seat.
It landed on the character "turtle".
"As for the Buddha."
"He's not coming out today."
"OK."
"Then we'll wait until next time."
"If he doesn't come out next time—"
He smiled.
"Myself."
"Go to the place where Buddha was in seclusion to find him."
"At that time."
"Those who cower will truly become turtles."
No one spoke in the main hall.
The wind blew in through the broken roof.
The wind blew across the character "turtle" on the gold-threaded cushion.
The words did not move.
Lu Chen turned around.
He walked towards the outside of the main hall.
Sun Wukong waited on the ruins outside the main hall.
Seeing Lu Chen come out.
He took out another segment of orange from the gourd at his waist.
Stuff it into your mouth.
He said something vaguely.
"Walk?"
"Walk."
The two of them flew up from the steps outside the main hall.
Facing east.
Towards the valley.
It slowly flew away.
The main hall of Lingshan.
The wind kept blowing.
The four Bodhisattvas remained seated on the ground.
No one touched the lotus seat.
No one dared to go.
The character "龟" (turtle).
That's it.
Clearly and distinctly.
Remain on the Buddha's seat.
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The news spread throughout the Three Realms that very day.
It wasn't deliberately leaked.
It's the kind of commotion that's so big it can't be kept secret.
The main hall of Lingshan was reduced to ruins.
The four great Bodhisattvas collapsed.
The eighteen Arhats fell down.
The Eight Vajra Warriors fell.
Five hundred guardians fell.
There is a single character written on the Buddha's seat.
"turtle".
It would be difficult for such a commotion not to spread throughout the Three Realms.
Taiqing Palace.
Laozi is refining elixirs.
Qingfeng Daotong ran in, but he could barely speak.
"Master...Master..."
"What is it?"
"Mount Ling..."
"What happened to Lingshan?"
"Lingshan has been attacked."
The elixir spoon in Laozi's hand paused.
"Who hit you?"
"That Lu Chen."
"..."
"He single-handedly destroyed the entire main hall of Mount Ling."
"The Four Great Bodhisattvas have fallen."
"The Arhat Vajra has fallen."
"The five hundred protectors have fallen."
"The Buddha's lotus throne—"
Qingfeng's lips trembled.
He wrote the character "turtle" for Buddha.
The elixir spoon in Laozi's hand.
It fell to the ground with a thud.
The spoonful of golden elixir rolled several feet along the ground.
Laozi did not pick it up.
He sat on a futon.
Looking at the fire in the stove.
long time.
"There's one more thing," Qingfeng continued, "He robbed Li Tianwang's pagoda halfway there."
"..."
"The tower is now in his hands."
"Nezha's weakness is in his hands."
"Half of the Li family is in his hands."
Lao Tzu took a deep breath.
"You may leave."
"master?"
"I want to learn the Three Pure Ones."
Jade Void Palace.
The Primordial Celestial Venerable has emerged from seclusion.
He was originally supposed to remain in seclusion for a hundred years.
But he was released after being confined for fifteen days.
The reason is simple.
During his seclusion, he heard an extremely faint celestial sound.
That heavenly voice was not a word.
It was a tremor.
The vibration came from the direction of Mount Ling.
That level of vibration.
Only when the balance of power in the Three Realms undergoes a major upheaval.
will appear.
Yuanshi Tianzun stood in front of the Jade Void Palace.
The Tongtian Sect Leader flew over from Biyou Palace.
"Senior brother."
"Junior brother."
"Senior brother, you sensed it too?"
"I sensed it."
"What is that?"
"Ling Mountain".
"Lingshan has been attacked."
The Tongtian Sect Leader was furious on the spot.
"Who the hell got involved?!"
"Buddhism is not a pushover."
"The main hall of Mount Ling is not a place that can be smashed at will."
"Who is this shameless old geezer?"
"Senior brother, say something!"
Yuanshi Tianzun remained silent.
He looked into the distance.
The pure light of Laozi also drifted over from the direction of Taiqing Palace.
Samcheong.
Unusually, everyone was present.
This is where dreams begin, and where dreams come true.