Buddha's Disciple Fan Lang had come under orders. Following his true body's instructions, he had made a deal with the Pure Land of Ultimate Bliss. The condition of the exchange was for the Pure Land of Ultimate Bliss to send troops into battle.
Making such a deal with the Pure Land of Ultimate Bliss was obviously no easy matter. Fortunately, Fan Lang's offered price carried enough weight that even the Buddha of the Pure Land of Ultimate Bliss found it difficult to refuse, allowing the deal to be struck at once.
Now, the army was fully equipped and ready to march.
Fighting Arhat stood atop Auspicious Clouds, holding a Wolf Tooth Club that was thick at one end and thin at the other. He gripped the thin end, which was covered in sharp barbs that gleamed with a cold light.
Such a weapon truly did not suit the style of Buddhism.
Fighting Arhat had a wild mane of golden hair that had clearly never been carefully groomed, standing up in all directions. His appearance was strange, with a fierce thunder-god face. His fitted monk's robe was open at the chest, exposing a chest like stone and a distinctive patch of chest hair.
"Someone found work for me again. They really won't let me rest for even a day. Hear my command, all troops! March with me and deliver these Asura Race fellows from suffering, so they can escape the sea of misery sooner!" Fighting Arhat said with a wave of his hand.
Buddhist chants rose and fell, accompanied by the sound of sutras being recited.
The Buddhist army did not shout of slaughter and battle, yet it carried an aura capable of trampling the heavens.
Fighting and killing were things savages did. Buddhism called it deliverance—killing you was for your