The bright moon set in the west. It happened to be the darkest moment of the day, as well as the darkest moment of the Chan Monastery of Deva-Nāga in the past several thousand years.
The Great Buddha Mountain was a mess. Ruins from the battle were everywhere. The monks were busy treating the injured and cleaning up the ruins, but they were silent and gloomy.
From afar, the Great Buddha Mountain no longer looked like a Great Buddha. The original design of the Great Buddha's Hall was to fit the entire mountain, making it look more like a Great Buddha. Now that the Great Buddha's Hall had been destroyed, the mountain top had been shaved off dozens of feet, and hundreds of places had collapsed — if one were to insist on describing it, it was a headless Buddha.
The Dauntless monk stood on the headless Great Buddha mountain. His expression was extremely stern as he constantly fiddled with a string of prayer beads in his hand.
Reverend One Lamp came to the top of the mountain and reported, "Abbot, we've tallied up the casualties. Eighty-three people have died and countless injured. Thousands of palaces and houses have been destroyed. All the relics of the eminent monks in the pagoda forest have been taken away." His expression was so ugly that he looked like he was about to cry.
Li Qingshan and Little Ann had no intention of killing or injuring the disciples of the monastery, but the shockwaves from their battle were far too terrifying. Fortunately, all those who could cultivate on Great Buddha mountain were cultivators with some strength, so they would not normally be crushed to death by the collapsing halls. If it were a city of mortals, probably not a single survivor would be alive.
The Dauntless monk shuddered and crushed a prayer bead.
"Fearless, look at the fine disciple your Chan Monastery of Deva-Nāga has accepted! One is the enemy of Buddha, the other is a demon! "
After a period of rest, the Monk King of the Seven Treasures had mostly recovered from his wounds. His face that had been flattened by the buddha also returned to normal. He stood up and berated the Dauntless monk furiously. Six of his seven Buddhist treasures were destroyed, and his cultivation suffered a great loss. It would probably take more than a hundred years for him to recover. Furthermore, he was sent flying by the Buddha twice. He felt extremely aggrieved.
Monk Yideng said angrily, "Master, no one wants to see this happen. Didn't you want Yiyi to cultivate in the Lingguo Temple?"
"You … how dare you speak to me like this? I must report this to the imperial grandmaster. The Chan Monastery of Deva-Nāga must take responsibility, especially that Bu Nu. Where is he? "
The Seven Treasures Monk King was furious. The other two Monk Kings hurried over to persuade him, but they also had many complaints about the Unraging monk. With their mental fortitude and cultivation, it was clear to see how displeased they were.
The Dauntless monk closed his eyes. After a while. He opened his eyes again. He said solemnly, "Where is the president of the Commandment Yard?"
"Jiming is here." A hunchbacked old monk arrived at the peak of the mountain.
"Bring Unraging up here. One Lamp, go gather all the disciples, "said the Dauntless monk.
The two of them accepted the order and left.
Behind the Great Buddha Mountain, in front of the Demon Suppression Hall.
"You still need one more. Duoge, go check out the bushes over there! "
The Unraging monk instructed Duoge as he worked hard to piece the green tablet back together.
"Master, senior brother, he …" Duoge faltered. He had been wandering outside and happened to miss the battle on Great Buddha mountain. When he returned, all he saw was a mess. He vaguely heard that it had something to do with Li Qingshan, so he hurried back to the Demon Suppression hall, only to be ordered by the Unraging monk to look for rocks everywhere.
"Cut the nonsense!" the Unraging monk said.
Duoge was helpless. All he could do was continue searching through the bushes. The tablet in the Demon Suppression hall was only a regular, large, green rock. After shattering it, it was no different from a regular rock. He could only distinguish it based on its shape and colour.
Suddenly, he sensed a few presences approach. He could not help but straighten up, only to see the Jiming Chan Master walking over with four disciples. He even carried a huge, dark chain that glowed with light. It was a buddhist treasure.
The four disciples of the Commandment Yard had all undergone the first heavenly tribulation, yet they had to work together to lift the chain.
"The Jiming Chan Master?" Duoge was taken aback. The chain was the treasure of the Commandment Yard. It was called "Set Foot". Not only did it weigh thousands of kilograms, but it could also seal up one's cultivation. The Unraging monk had even jokingly told him to try it out in the Commandment Yard.
"He's finally here," the Unraging monk said softly and reforged the tablet in his hand.
"Apologies for the offense, senior uncle Unraging." The Jiming Chan Master brought his palms together.
The Unraging monk stood up and planted the missing tablet firmly in front of the Demon Suppression hall. He turned around and extended his hands. "Come!"
"Put on the shackles!" The Jiming Chan Master said. The four disciples of the Commandment Yard approached carefully and removed the shackles with great difficulty, grabbing the Unraging monk's hands and neck.
"Master!" Duoge rushed over.
"Keep looking!" the Unraging monk said. Duoge stopped.
"Lock!" The Jiming Chan Master bellowed out. With a crack, the shackles closed up, sealing up perfectly.
The Unraging monk's shoulders sank before straightening them again. His feet sank into the earth, and under the escort of the disciples of the Commandment Yard, he ascended Great Buddha mountain.
"I'm not looking!" Duoge caught up to the Unraging monk.
"If you don't want to look, then go wander outside!" The Unraging monk gazed at Duoge deeply. He was a demonfolk, so his position in the Chan Monastery of Deva-Nāga had always been awkward. Now that something like this had happened, he would definitely be viewed as an enemy by the monks if he remained on Great Buddha mountain.
"I'm not going!" Duoge said.
"Sigh, all of them are so disobedient. If I had known this earlier, I would have just been drinking and eating meat obediently. Why did I have to take in disciples for no reason?" The Unraging monk smiled bitterly.
Figures flickered on Great Buddha mountain. Basically all the disciples had been gathered, amounting to several thousand people.
The four Monk Kings stood in the centre, where the grand hall originally stood. Beside them were the head monks and elders of the various courtyards. They were all stern.
Suddenly, the clanking of shackles rang out in the distance, accompanied by heavy footsteps. The Unraging monk walked over step by step, shackled and chained. He left behind a string of deep footprints on the stone steps behind him. Duoge followed closely behind.
The crowd parted to form a path, gazing at the Unraging monk with various expressions. Pity, fury, and disgust!
Perhaps they did not know what the enemy of buddha was, but the demonic god that had once stood on Great Buddha mountain, over seven hundred meters tall, had left them with an indelible impression. It was that daemon who had caused great harm to the Chan Monastery of Deva-Nāga. That was his disciple!
The entire time, he had always been an anomaly in the Chan Monastery of Deva-Nāga. He ignored the rules of etiquette, ate meat, and drank alcohol. He spent more time with demonfolk than with monks. In the end, it seemed only logical that he would cause such a disaster. As a matter of fact, some people even speculated maliciously that he had probably already fallen into the demonic path. Otherwise, why would he ignore all the outstanding disciples in the monastery and insist on taking in demonfolk as disciples?
The Unraging monk made his way through the crowd calmly. Behind him, Duoge was stopped by four disciples of the Monastic Discipline courtyard. He called out, "Master!"
"Go!" The Unraging monk turned around and said.
Duoge did not move at all. A large circle of people stood around him. The monks all maintained their distance from him.
"Abbot, I've brought the Unraging here," said the Annihilum Chan Master.
"You're in charge of the Monastic Discipline courtyard. What commandments did he break today?" the Dauntless monk asked.
"He failed to recognize people, sympathized with daemons, failed to protect the monastery, and avoided battle!"
"What are his punishments?"
"Caning! Imprisonment! "
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