bookandnovel Chapter 136 Showdown
Chapter 136 Showdown
"Buzz..."
Even though the Holy Mother of Salvation had awakened and the Great Temple was in grave danger, Hui Du showed no sign of stopping.
"Never mind that, I need to absorb this kid's Dao Fruit first before considering my escape. As for the people and monks here, what do they have to do with this old monk?!"
The formidable Hui Du was about to control the Unmoving Wrathful King to attack Fang Hongxuan.
At this moment, Fang Hongxuan, still in a daze, was unable to react. He stood there, stunned, staring blankly at Hui Du, who was getting closer and closer.
"So, are we finally going to completely eliminate this person?"
Some murmured, some exclaimed, and others craned their necks in anticipation, waiting to see what would happen.
However, at this moment, Dao Yuan slowly stood up, and the merit wheel covered with cracks on the back of his head shone even brighter.
Dao Yuan pointed his finger into the air, and Hui Du was as if he had been put on hold.
The sharp Great Wisdom Sword was only an inch away from Fang Hongxuan's face. If he hesitated for even a moment longer, Fang Hongxuan would have met his end.
However, unlike Fang Hongxuan's immovable and wrathful Vidyaraja, Huidu's Vidyaraja form is formed from green, representing the Holy Mother of Salvation.
"This...this...who are you, Hutuktu?!"
The other five abbots turned around with horrified expressions, their faces shifting between anger and uncertainty, to look at Daoyuan, whose expression was cold and stern.
"Good...good...good tactic indeed, feigning an attack while secretly preparing for a counterattack."
Huiming spoke with extreme disdain, but his face was unusually pale.
No one can ignore the almost strict precepts of Daoyuan. Anyone who violates them will be subjected to all kinds of punishments before they can pass away.
"Venerable One..."
"It was Hui Du! He coerced us into doing this!"
"Yes, it's him. Otherwise, we would have already welcomed the Venerable One back to his position..."
"Now that Your Excellency has awakened your innate wisdom, we will certainly serve you... We hope that Your Excellency can give us another chance..."
As for Huijing, he looked bitter, closed his eyes and said nothing more, but he did not show the same excitement as his other fellow disciples.
The once arrogant abbots are no longer as domineering as before; instead, they are like yellow dogs wagging their tails and begging for mercy.
The eight hundred monks of Da Ruo Temple were all dumbfounded and found it hard to accept.
Where is Zongdu located today?
A detached and aged voice came from Dao Yuan's intelligent lips, his face filled with a hint of worry.
"Your Excellency, we did not harm Uncle Zongdu. He is currently hidden in a safe and secluded place."
It was Huiyuan, the head of the kitchen, who spoke, bowing obsequiously and responding in a fawning tone.
"So, it turns out that her three meridians and seven chakras were destroyed, and she was locked in a secret chamber through her collarbone..."
Daoyuan's voice wasn't loud, but it was like a thunderclap. The four abbots were so shocked that they were speechless for a moment.
Only Huijing stepped forward with a look of shame on her face.
"Venerable one, my Uncle Zongdu has been imprisoned in the dungeon by us. Although his life is not in danger, his very foundation has been completely destroyed."
My current martial uncle's cultivation is like a rootless duckweed, slowly fading away.
The other abbots wanted to cover Huijing's mouth and nose, but in the end they didn't dare to do it in front of Daoyuan.
"Damn it! Now our last line of defense is gone. You, Huijing, may want to die, but we have no such intention!"
The others' eyes gleamed with malice, their hearts filled with a hatred that wished they could devour his flesh, drink his blood, and sleep on his skin.
Dao Yuan remained silent for a long time, then let out a long sigh.
"In any case, you did not stand by this humble monk's side...nor did you follow the precepts..."
"Your Excellency...do you intend to kill us all?"
Huiyin's lips trembled, and his face showed no sign of panic.
"So what if it is...so what if it isn't..."
"Hmph, I only address you as Venerable One because of that inescapable vow of 'Chapathatika.' You're like a clay Bodhisattva crossing a river; what can you do to us?!"
Huiwu's face was fierce, and there were faint phantom images of yakshas and ferocious lions appearing around him.
"Since we're going to die anyway, we might as well take this Hutuktula down with us!"
The remaining four people abandoned all illusions and instead launched a coordinated attack on Dao Yuan.
Daoyuan was about to activate the mantra of Yamantaka, but the merit wheel behind his head could no longer be maintained. The merit wheel, which was already cracked and on the verge of collapse, now showed signs of breaking.
"He had already used the power of the Hutuktu position multiple times before he even returned to his original status. If he uses it again, he will perish completely!"
"Kill Daoyuan, break the oath of Najabatodhi! Escape the crumbling Golden Peak Mountain and Daruo Temple! From now on, we will be as free as fish in the sea and as unrestrained as birds in the sky!"
"Die!"
With their eyes wide open in anger, their beards and hair standing on end, and their bodies brimming with indescribable excitement and exhilaration, the four of them attacked simultaneously.
...
The sky rumbled, and a torrential downpour poured down.
Fang Hongxuan, having regained some consciousness, shook his head vigorously, trying to expel the murmurs in his mind.
Just after he regained his senses, he found himself tightly clutching his heart, which was dripping thick blood plasma, in his right hand.
Hui Du's furious and resentful expression was permanently frozen on his aged face.
In the blink of an eye, its withered body was battered and scattered by the rain. The remains sank into the mud and water until they were never seen again.
'Peng dong... Peng dong...'
The still-beating heart instantly turned to dust, flowing down between Fang Hongxuan's fingers.
"What...what on earth happened?!"
The monks below the stage, trembling with fear, dared not make a move at this sight. They all bury their heads in the sand like ostriches trying to cover their ears.
...
"Die!"
Huiyuan's roar, which echoed throughout the surroundings, completely pulled Fang Hongxuan back to reality.
The four of them had already leaped high into the air, and in just a few moments, they would be able to kill Daoyuan, who had almost lost all means of resistance!
Boom!
The rolling thunder shattered the buildings surrounding the stands, and the bright lightning illuminated the greed, urgency, and excitement on the abbots' faces.
'Thump...'
The overwhelming aura of resentment and malevolence resurfaced once more.
A massive, two-zhang-wide sword of wisdom stirred up the malevolent energy and fell straight down toward the stands.
"It seems this place is destined for further devastation..."
Dao Yuan glared angrily, but his expression remained calm.
"boom!"
The sharp sword interrupted the four's attack, and the huge grandstand was cut in two by the sword, the thick blade completely separating Daoyuan from the abbots.
With an anxious expression, Fang Hongxuan covered dozens of steps in just a few strides.
He leaped and landed straight in front of the abbot. His tall figure completely concealed Dao Yuan behind him.
"Master, are you alright...?"
Upon seeing this, Dao Yuan's angry eyes softened slightly.
"Amitabha! This humble monk almost wet his pants in fear... Benefactor Fang, you absolutely cannot save the day at the last minute..."
"Master, I never expected you to be such a genuine person."
The two looked at each other and smiled.
Fang Hongxuan's expression immediately darkened. He held his sword horizontally in front of him and stared coldly at the four eager men.
"What kind of skill is it to bully children... If you're so capable, come at me!"