Ye Fan passed through layers of temples and entered the interior of Lantuo Temple. He arrived in front of a nine-layered pagoda. It was built from stone and each floor was only one zhang tall. It couldn't be considered grand.
The nine-layered pagoda was engraved with buddhist allusions. There were all kinds of ancient buddhas and bodhisattvas. They emitted waves of ripples and buddhist light as if they were standing in eternity.
It didn't reach into the clouds and was only nine zhang tall. However, it gave people a special feeling as if it had existed since time immemorial.
The buddhist ground trembled. Even though the old monk who rushed over was small and shriveled, he was full of spirit. His eyes flickered like a pair of golden lamps as he attacked again.
Ye Fan turned around and two beams of blazing light shot out from his eyes. He flipped his hand and with a peng sound, his palm collided with the old monk's.
Thump, thump, thump …
This old monk was forced back more than ten steps. His arm was numb and blood flowed from the webbing between his thumb and forefinger. His entire body was almost convulsing. He was naturally astonished. Just how powerful was his physical body to be able to force him back?
"Who are you? How dare you blaspheme the sacred land of Lantuo Temple!" A group of monks rushed over and even more experts flew over. They sealed off this place and surrounded it so tightly that not even a drop of water could trickle through.
In the sky, the pure power of will was like an ocean. It emitted a holy radiance and enveloped the entire heaven and earth as if it would fall down at any time.
Several hundred old monks released lion roars at the same time. This was the Demon Subduing Divine Art. If it was a normal great demon or demon king, they would have already collapsed on the ground and their souls would have collapsed.
Ye Fan had the human race's divine body. His divine shell was sturdy and difficult to injure. His flesh was like divine gold and protected the primordial spirit in his body. It was difficult to shake him in the slightest.
Under the rumbling buddhist sounds, he was as still as a boulder and unmoving. His black hair scattered behind him as he faced the many divine monks alone. He calmly asked, "I want to know what mistake Miao Yi has made and why she was suppressed here."
The nine-layered pagoda was extraordinary. Even he didn't dare to act rashly. This was definitely a stone pagoda built by the saints of the past. It was extremely difficult to break through.
"This is our buddhist matter and has nothing to do with you!" A young monk shouted with lion roars.
"She is my friend. Her matters are my matters. No matter what happens, I have to get involved and take responsibility." Ye Fan said. When his eyes opened and closed, radiance shot out in all directions.
Moreover, he used a dao roar that coincided with the great dao of heaven and earth to suppress all the buddhist sounds.
"She's the successor of the devil. Now that she's been exposed, we naturally have to suppress her. No matter who you are, you have no right to interfere in the internal affairs of our Buddhist Sect," said the skinny old monk who had reached the Half Saint Realm.
"She is a pious and pious person, so how did she become a demon?"
"because of her respect for Amitabha, even though she has the lamp of of the devil, she is only suppressed in the nine-layered pagoda. She can be released after a hundred years," the old monk of the half saint level said.
"One Sakyamuni, in these two thousand years, made Western Desert feel as if they are facing a great enemy. It seems that he is truly unfathomable …" Ye Fan muttered to himself.
This matter arose because of him, so he naturally had to accept it. He swept his gaze over the monks and said, "If we trace back to the past, I am also a demon, because I was the one who gave her the lamp."
"What, you are … one of the ten great disciples of Sakyamuni?" An old monk shouted.
That year, Sakyamuni faced the monks of Western Desert alone. He climbed Mount Meru alone and then left calmly. No one could stop him. This made every buddhist disciple very nervous.
"That is not so. I am only an ordinary cultivator who obtained the lamp by chance. It is only a lamp, how can it determine a person's identity? You all have also said that An Miaoyi respects Amitabha. I ask the great masters to release her. "Ye Fan said.
"Her respect for Amitabha is one thing, cultivating the devil is another. She did it herself. Suppressing her here is already a light punishment." The people of Lantuo Temple said.
"Everyone, you really cannot bend the rules. It seems like I don't need to say anything more. I can only offend the great holy monks!" Ye Fan pressed forward with large strides and arrived in front of the nine-layered pagoda.
"Amitabha!" A Buddhist chant rang out. The divine monk of the half saint level said with a dignified expression, "The pure land of Buddhism will not tolerate your atrocious behavior."
"Peng!"
Ye Fan did not say anything. He smashed his fist towards the stone pagoda. It contained the true meaning of the Six Paths of Reincarnation Fist. This fist could be said to shock the heaven and earth.
The entire stone pagoda swayed together. However, the stone door could not be opened. Strands of holy light seeped out and sealed this place incomparably firmly.
The stone pagoda was a sacred weapon!
Dang...
The great bell rang out in a long and drawn-out manner, so loud that even the deaf could hear. It rang through the entire temple, as if it could make a devil realize his mistake and return.
"One Hundred and Eight Arhat Great Formation Subduing the Devil!"
A monk shouted. One hundred and eight old monks stepped out, all of them sitting in the void, chanting sutras from their mouths. Densely packed symbols appeared, pressuring towards Ye Fan.
Even though these were scriptures being chanted, they were as if cast from bright gold, translucent and bright. Every character was as tall as a person, drowning out Ye Fan.
Dang!
Ye Fan brandished his fists, every strike landing on an ancient character, releasing waves of resounding sounds, shattering them one after another.
One hundred and eight arhats subduing the devil, this was something that had only happened once in a thousand years. They borrowed the formation patterns engraved in the temple to activate the great power of heaven and earth, also displaying their own dao skills to the greatest extent, their aura devouring the sun and moon.
In this peaceful land of Buddhism, thunder rumbled, vital energy surged, multicolored light released in endless strands, lightning interweaving.
"Comparable to an ancient devil king, not even the one hundred and eight arhat great formation can subdue you!"
"Break!"
Ye Fan shouted softly, slashing out nine times in succession. This was the embryonic form of the Demon Sovereign Nine Slashes. He didn't grasp all of its essentials, only a general understanding, but with the Battle Saint Technique, it still stirred up violent winds, splitting the sky and shattering the sun, powerful to the extreme.
"Bang", "Bang" …
One hundred and eight old monks all retreated, many of them bleeding from the corners of their mouths. Buddhist chants rose and fell incessantly, lingering in the ears.
"So powerful …" People were alarmed.
In the middle of the field, Ye Fan stood alone, his expression calm, without any trace of embarrassment as he broke through the Demon Subduing Formation.
"Uncle-Master, please make your move!" The half-saint transmitted his voice, shouting towards the back of the temple.
Ye Fan frowned. Could it be that the half-saint's uncle-master was an ancient buddha? This wasn't good.
An azure dragon's name rang out, an old monk with wrinkled skin walked out from the back of the mountain, treading on the void.
"Luckily … it's a half-saint." Ye Fan heaved a sigh of relief.
Obviously, this wasn't an ordinary old monk. Although his skin was wrinkled, it seemed to be cast from gold, emitting golden light.
This was a divine monk who had attained Arhat Buddhahood, only half a step away from becoming a saint. He was a golden arhat, and his Buddhist name was Ku Ci.
"Benefactor, Buddhism has its own rules, you can't barge in. Moreover, being suppressed in the pagoda might not be a bad thing for her," Golden Arhat Ku Ci said.
"In this world, everything is relative. It's just like you said, this is an internal matter of the Buddhist Sect. But to me, it's a matter of life and death for my friend. No matter what, I have to save her." Ye Fan refused to back down.
Boom!
Ku Ci took a step forward, and the entire ancient temple shook. Although his body was withered, it was like a giant was approaching.
He slowly stretched out his hand, pressing down. His whole body was golden, and the power of Arhat Buddhahood was fully displayed.
Bang!
Ye Fan met the attack, and his right fist collided with the old monk's palm and fingers. There was a roar in the sky, and a bright light burst forth.
Bang!
The old monk retreated a few feet, and his arm trembled. His dim eyes suddenly shot out two beams of divine light, and he sized him up seriously.
Ye Fan's heart skipped a beat. There weren't many people in the world who could block his physical attack. The old monk was extraordinary, and his body was much stronger and sturdier than it looked.
The other monks were shocked! They were very surprised.
Ku Ci was a divine monk who had attained Arhat Buddhahood and cultivated the Vajra Unbreakable Technique. His physical body was so strong that it was hard to find a few in the world.
But now, his physical strength was surpassed by this young black-haired man. This was unbelievable.
In this era, Lantuo Temple didn't have any saints, but they had two half-saints, especially Ku Ci, who cultivated the Vajra Unbreakable Technique. In the future, he could become a Buddha, but today, he was slightly weaker. How could they not be shocked?
"I think I know your identity. Other than someone with a physique like yours, no one who isn't a saint can force me back like this," Ku Ci said.
"It's him … Recently, Eastern Wasteland has been in an uproar. Everyone is saying that that person has returned, and it seems like it's true!" His martial nephew, who was also a half-saint, muttered to himself.
The battle of Eastern Wasteland, the death of the Heavenly Prince, the annihilation of the eight divine generals, and the fall of the Great Sage of Kun Universe shocked the world.
The mysterious human expert killing the Heavenly Prince and the Victorious Fighting Buddha descending Mount Meru were undoubtedly the focus of everyone's discussion.
Now, many people were saying that the mysterious person might be the human race's saint physique. It was an uproar, and many people were seeking proof. There were even ancient kings who came out of their sects to search for him.
And now, the divine monk of Lantuo Temple immediately knew that it was definitely the human race's saint physique. Otherwise, how could he be a match for his Vajra Unbreakable Body?
Some of the other old monks also guessed it, and their expressions all changed. This person even dared to kill the ancient race's Heavenly Prince, and now, the world was in an uproar. Everyone was discussing that he was a fiend who lived up to his name. Could it be that he wanted to overturn Lantuo Temple?
"Benefactor, no matter who you are, if you want to force your way in, I have no choice but to suppress you!" Ku Ci let out a lion roar. His appearance was dignified as he blocked in front of the nine-layered pagoda.
"Forgive me for offending you!" Ye Fan took large strides forward. Dao markings interweaved under his feet, and after circulating the Travel Character Art, the entire world seemed to have frozen.
"Yi!"
Ku Ci shouted loudly. The sound of buddha's voice came from the era when the universe was first created, shaking everyone until they trembled. Ye Fan who was at the center felt it even more deeply.
It was actually the supreme six-syllable mantra of Buddhism — Yi Character Art!
The six-syllable mantra had been scattered all over the world for many years, and not a single ancient temple could collect all of them. At most, they only had one or two mantras.
Now, only a few ancient sacred temples were in control. Lantuo Temple, Great Thunderclap Temple, Xuankong Temple, and Shenxia Temple were the foundations of Buddhism, and they naturally had the mantras.
And this Yi Character Art was passed down from Mount Meru in recent years. Lantuo Temple now had two kinds of mantras, and their foundation and strength were both intimidating.
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