ebonymovies Chapter 531 Lakshmi came, Lakshmi left
Chapter 531 Lakshmi came, Lakshmi left
Chapter 531 Lakshmi came, Lakshmi left
The crimson flames rolled in like wheels, the raging heat whipping up intense flames and fueling the fiery desert's intense heat.
However, as soon as the fire wheel approached Bai Ze, it disappeared at a speed visible to the naked eye, eventually turning into wisps of green smoke as well.
This is not due to the effect of the innate Yin-Yang Five Elements Divine Light; it is simply that at this moment, no flame can be ignited in front of Bai Ze.
Just as he had said before, before this body, there was no flame.
However, buying a little time is enough.
The dark blue giant formed another mudra with his hands, while simultaneously focusing his divine sense on Fa Hui.
The followers of Lakshmi have arrived in the realm of mountains and seas and have successfully summoned her. Although Lakshmi's physical form disappeared shortly after her descent, she still left her mark here.
Once you've done it the first time, the second time will be much easier.
In that short time, Lakshmi (the goddess of fortune) was able to unleash her power.
The third eye belonging to the auspicious goddess had opened on Fahui's forehead. The eyeball seemed to have a self-awareness, rolling around and its intimidating gaze fell on Bai Ze.
Then the third eye slowly closed.
The gaps created by the bone spurs healed instantly, as if they had never existed. The ferocious expression that was about to appear on Fa Hui's face also softened.
"Great God Bandharam?" Fa Hui exclaimed in bewilderment.
The power surged in like a tide and then vanished like a flood, coming quickly and leaving suddenly, even taking away a small portion of Fa Hui's essence and blood.
The yellow mule's phantom image flashed by, and Lakshmi left without hesitation.
"No!"
Fa Hui cried out in disbelief.
"Did they find me?"
As Bai Ze passed through the blue smoke, he sensed that the consciousness of the Auspicious Mother had departed.
He runs really fast; no wonder he's the "Lord of the Three Realms" who rides a mule across the heavens, the earth, and the underworld.
"What a pity. I was originally planning to seize this part of the power of the Goddess of Fortune and study it." Bai Ze said something that sent chills down Fa Hui's spine.
Dharma Wisdom is not a perfect vessel created by the Deva of Blissful Joy. Even if it can bear the power of the Deva of Blissful Joy, it cannot bear too much.
With Bai Ze's current strength, if he can't deal with the real Auspicious Mother, surely he can't even deal with one of her incarnations?
He used the power of words to guide the power of the goddess of fortune, so that he could retain this power and even consciousness to study the special characteristics of the beings in the spirit world.
Unexpectedly, the Goddess of Fortune was so capricious; as soon as she realized she couldn't win, she simply ran away.
Most importantly, she also recognized Bai Ze.
"The creatures of the spirit world are indeed different from normal people. She noticed the barrier that Joseph didn't even see at a glance."
As Bai Ze spoke, he slowly raised his hand, and a dazzling light emanated from his body.
Since he couldn't fool the Goddess of Fortune, Bai Ze decided not to waste any more time.
An overwhelming pressure descended upon the dark blue giant and Fa Hui. Their spiritual senses and perceptions, typical of warriors at the Three Souls Realm, made them clearly sense the impending annihilation.
Fa Hui's previous assessment was far from Bai Ze's actual strength.
Even without using the method that countered Joseph's aura, his strength was beyond Fa Hui's imagination.
"Great Cold Forest Mandala".
The dark blue giant launched a fierce attack, attempting to break through the predicament and seize a chance to survive before the crisis arrived.
Instead of fleeing, he launched another fierce attack, the icy yin energy taking shape in his hand seals, forming a mandala.
In an instant, the sounds of ghosts wailing and gods howling rang out, and the mandala seemed to become the gate of hell, from which endless evil spirits swarmed out.
The piercing wails tore at my soul, and an endless darkness swept over me.
Unlike the previous blazing flames, the dark blue giant now displayed a completely opposite chilling and mysterious aura.
"So it's the Vajrabhairava practice of Tantric Buddhism," Bai Ze said calmly upon seeing this.
Yamantaka, a guardian deity in Tantric Buddhism, means "subduer of demons and protector of virtuous deeds." The demon in question is Yama, the god of death in Buddhist legend; hence, Yamantaka is also known as the Conqueror of Death.
This method combines force and mystery. It is both fierce and domineering, subduing heretics, and sinister and mysterious, capable of manipulating yin energy and attacking the mind.
A boundless aura of death and countless ghostly figures swept in, colliding with Bai Ze's own radiance.
In an instant, countless ghostly figures vanished, and all deathly and yin energies were extinguished.
Bai Ze pressed one hand on the sword and waved the other lightly, the light shining like a sword, instantly piercing through the seemingly endless darkness.
It may seem like the opening of the gates of hell, but it is actually just a sophisticated mental technique.
The Azure-Black Giant is only at the Nine-Star level. Even though its strength is comparable to that of immortals and gods to ordinary people, it is impossible for it to do such a mysterious thing.
Ultimately, there is no real hell in this world, so where would the gates of hell be opened for you?
The overwhelming ghostly curtain was easily broken through, and the darkness was completely dispelled. A huge figure was already close by, clenching his fist and pounding towards Bai Ze's head.
The fierce will to subdue the heretics merged with his fist, and the violent true energy flowed through his limbs and bones, making his already ferocious face even more menacing, and even two protrusions appeared faintly on his forehead.
Yamantaka, also known as the Bull-Headed King, was a person who had mastered the Yamantaka practice to a high degree, and even his own appearance was similar to that of the mythical Yamantaka.
When he is able to transform his face into a bull's head, his "earth form" will be considered complete, and he will have mastered the body of Vajrabhairava.
The Nine Stars realm is meant to allow one to further transcend the mundane and achieve a transformation in one's physical body. The methods of Tantric Buddhism are quite similar to those of Brahma in India. The difference is that Brahma uses visualization to refine the spirit and transform one's own spirit into a deity or Buddha, while Tantric Buddhism combines the three secrets into one, with the body and spirit as one, and the main manifestation is in the changes of the physical body.
The fierce fist slammed into the gravitational field, subduing the oppressive will of hell, and produced a deafening roar.
The gravitational field was blasted into a tangible form, like a transparent gas shield protecting Bai Ze. At this moment, fine cracks had appeared on this transparent gravitational shield.
At the same time, the fist imprint of the blue-black giant also began to twist violently.
The internal energy was constantly being crushed, and the right hand, which was forming a mark, emitted a piercing sound.
The bones are rubbed together by external forces, and the flesh is gradually becoming overwhelmed.
—
With a loud bang, the fist imprint exploded, forming a lotus flower. The dark blue giant used the force to rebound and retreated quickly.
He had no choice but to retreat; if the stalemate continued, his right hand would be crushed.
The opponent's strength is an unreasonable strength.
Although he clearly felt that the other party had not yet transformed into "Heavenly Light" and entered the tenth star, his undeniable strength meant that even a tenth star might not be his match.
The enormous lotus blossoms opened layer by layer, blocking Bai Ze's path. The dark blue giant swiftly retreated, his movements as graceful as an elephant crossing a river—a seemingly simple act, yet containing profound mysteries.
In just a few steps, he retreated to Fa Hui's side, his massive body displaying an unusual agility.
"retreat!"
The dark blue giant let out a fierce shout, but his figure did not stop, and he flew backward like a gust of wind.
"Cannot be refunded."
The lotus flower shattered, and Bai Ze stepped out, splitting the desert ground in two beneath his feet. A beam of light burst forth from the earth, pursuing him relentlessly.
"—
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The radiance swept over Fa Hui, causing the monk to vomit blood and fly away like a rag doll.
Immediately afterwards, the dazzling light caught up with the dark blue giant.
"The Six Perfections"
The dark blue giant activated its innate divine power, splitting its arms into six in the blink of an eye. Each arm was inscribed with Sanskrit characters, representing six Bodhisattva practices.
When one perfects the six practices of giving, morality, patience, diligence, meditation, and wisdom, one instantly becomes a Bodhisattva.
Among them, wisdom comes first.
"Prajnaparamita!"
The giant, dark blue-green man chanted Buddhist words, meaning "to reach the other shore through wisdom," possessing profound insight and discerning perception of everything around him.
At the same time, each of his six arms used its own magic to gather energy into weapons, transforming them into swords and halberds, which unleashed fierce gales and countless sharp rays of light to slash at the suddenly appearing figure.
"break."
Bai Ze, who had teleported there, uttered a soft voice, and the gale vanished, its sharpness disappearing. Then, he clenched his fist and struck out flatly.
An invisible aura coalesced, and a simple, unadorned punch carried a heart-pounding force.
Space twisted in front of him, and with a single punch, swords and halberds shattered.
"Prajnaparamita".
The dark blue giant roared loudly, his mind flashing as he discerned the trajectory of the punch. He unleashed all six arms at once, like layers of clouds and towering peaks, or iron chains across a river, completely blocking the path of the punch.
However—
"This is the power of all forces, capable of destroying the strong and uprooting the weak."
Bai Ze's words became law. He punched the thick arm, and the force of the punch caused the arm, which was engraved with Sanskrit characters, to vanish. The flesh and blood body turned into a cloud of particles.
Even the blood was broken down by that unparalleled power.
The dark blue giant's four arms shattered one after another. His eyes were bloodshot and his hair was like raging fire. He suddenly abandoned his defense and unleashed his remaining two arms, delivering a double blow to the ears, striking the sides of Bai Ze's head.
"Thump"
The gravitational field materialized, blocking the fists. The violent force of the punches slammed into them, and the sound waves turned into thunder, creating a gale that swept across hundreds of meters.
But this attack ultimately failed to break through.
At the same time, Bai Ze transformed his fist into a palm, striking the giant's chest and abdomen with his palm. The force of his palm transformed into a gale, turning the world black and white, and shaking the massive body.
Ascending to a high place, amidst the passing years and storms.
A powerful aura erupted from behind the dark blue giant, formed from the vitality of life.
Most of his life force was blasted out of his body by Bai Ze's palm, creating a gust of wind behind him that brought a gentle breeze and drizzle to the lifeless desert.
The dark blue giant was struck dumb as if by lightning, staggered backward, and finally knelt down on the ground in resentment.
"You were able to withstand three of my moves head-on, not bad. You deserve to be remembered by me."
Bai Ze leisurely withdrew his palm and asked, "What's your name?"
Blood gushed from the severed arm. The dark blue giant struggled to raise his head and said, "Sodar Dorje."
"You should add a Shingon Temple, or a Kalachakra Temple."
Bai Ze said calmly.
The Vajrabhairava practice has only two lineages in Tantric Buddhism: Kalachakra and Shingon.
There is nowhere else to learn from.
The Kalachakra Temple and Shingon Temple are extremely exclusive and prohibit any of their disciples from passing on their techniques. Tantric techniques are the least common on the Martial Arts Association's exchange list.
This makes it difficult for outsiders to learn Tantric techniques, and also makes it difficult for Kalachakra Palace and Shingon Temple to recruit disciples from the countless martial arts students of Dongxia, just like other sects.
The difficulty in recruiting disciples further exacerbated its closed-off nature.
Even if Sodar Dorje had special opportunities to learn the Vajrabhairava teachings, without the internal lineage of Tantric Buddhism, it would be extremely difficult for him to cultivate it to this level.
His identity had actually been exposed, but he still wanted to leave no evidence.
As long as they don't say it out loud, the Tantric sect will naturally find ways to deflect the issue.
Sodar Dorje gave a bitter smile, closed his eyes, and said, "I have nothing to say. Please do it quickly."
"You don't need to tell me."
Bai Ze slowly reached out and placed his hand on Soda Dorje's crown chakra. "I can see for myself."
"Memory retrieval".
As soon as he finished speaking, Sodar Dorje felt as if all his memories from his life were being unearthed, and all his secrets and private matters were flashing by one by one.
He decisively activated his divine essence, annihilating his own divine soul.
During his previous conversation with Bai Ze, he had already begun to destroy his sea of consciousness. Even if Bai Ze didn't kill him, he would still die.
However, no matter how his soul was destroyed, the memories that were unearthed did not disappear. Instead, they were transformed into a stream of information and directly extracted by Bai Ze.
With his current strength, Sodar Dorje is simply no match for Bai Ze's memory extraction.
"Bang!"
Sodar Dorje's head exploded, and his headless body fell to the ground.
But where his head was originally, the information formed from his memories turned into a sphere, which Bai Ze grabbed in his hand.
At the same time, the severely injured Fazhi suddenly let out a muffled groan, and black blood flowed from his eyes, ears, mouth, nose and other seven orifices.
"Bandarram, why...?"
Fazhi asked with difficulty, "Do it this way..."
He had barely finished speaking when he lost consciousness.
Those who worship evil gods have their lives and deaths completely in the hands of those evil gods; they can have their lives taken away and everything harvested by those evil gods at any time.
The reason Bai Ze didn't even glance at Fa Zhi was because even if he captured Fa Zhi, it would be useless.
The mark of the evil god is enough to lock away any possibility of him leaking secrets and destroy everything in time.
In comparison, Sodargye was much better.
Although he associated with evil gods, he did not worship them and still had his own freedom.
In other words, Sodar Dorje's collusion with the evil god may not be due to his own reasons, but rather... Bai Ze narrowed his eyes slightly, "It's possible that the entire sect is cooperating with the evil god."
Since the sect is cooperating with the evil god, as a member of the sect, even if you don't want to believe in the evil god, you have no choice but to obey.
Thinking this, Bai Ze immediately checked Soda Dorje's memories.
His past unfolded before Bai Ze's eyes, and Bai Ze used his divine sense to quickly browse through his life.
From a mountain shepherd boy in the Xihai Autonomous Region to a master of Zhenyan Temple, the sect that Sodar Dorje tried to conceal was exposed in Bai Ze's eyes.
At the same time, Bai Ze also saw a scripture.
Those are scriptures that circulate on the Tibetan Plateau. They are said to be a gift from Vairocana Buddha, and were ordered by the masters of Shingon Temple and Kalachakra Palace that every believer must recite them daily without delay.
Those who recite the scriptures seem to have truly received the blessing of the Great Sun Tathagata, greatly increasing their chances of condensing their inner energy and becoming martial artists.
This is why the Kichirin Shrine and Shingon-ji Temple have never had their traditions affected by their closed environment.