Life-Killing Buddha

Southern foothills of the Himalayas, a desolate valley.

The temperature was dozens of degrees below zero, and fierce winds swept snow in sheets. The biting wind scoured the black rocks until they were bare, and occasionally small stones, picked up by the wind, struck the rocks, splashing sparks.

On a cliff face directly facing the wind, there was a shallow cave, no more than a meter deep. Inside sat a shriveled, black human figure in a cross-legged position. The wind blew, causing his messy, matted hair to sway and shed a few specks of dust.

His black skin clung tightly to his bones, and the figure looked like a centuries-old zombie from an ancient tomb, devoid of any flesh or blood.

Yet, his chest rose and fell faintly. About once every hour, his chest would heave, and an invisible force blocked the cave entrance. The wind and snow howled, but not a single snowflake managed to enter the cave.

A sharp, piercing shriek echoed from the sky, followed by continuous explosions overhead.

The figure's eyes suddenly snapped open. His left eye was black, and his right eye was silver-white. Two ancient Sanskrit symbols, one black and one white, slowly rotated deep within his eyes. The figure's shriveled black skin suddenly burst open, flesh and blood splattering everywhere. The desiccated body slowly expanded like an inflated balloon, and in the blink of an eye, the person's body became fair, tender, plump, and strong—a handsome and mighty young man.

"My lifespan has ended. Eighteen more years!"

A hoarse, low voice, like the grinding of rocks, sounded. The man slowly stood up and stepped out of the cave in a single stride.

"My opportunity has also arrived!"

The man stepped barefoot onto the snowflakes drifting in the wind. An invisible force supported his feet, causing the snowflakes to explode. Countless fragments of snow formed two pure white, crystal-clear lotus flowers beneath his feet, carrying him over two thousand meters through the air. Using a rock face for leverage, the man lightly turned the corner of the mountain ahead, chasing directly after a golden warship in the sky that was trailing billowing black smoke and exploding as it plummeted.

He covered a distance of tens of kilometers without his feet touching the ground, traversing the distance entirely through his vital energy. The white lotuses beneath his feet grew larger, gradually transforming into a white lotus platform three feet in diameter.

Qier Mo watched the ground rushing towards her with terror, her heart filled with regret.

As the legitimate daughter of the eighth elector family of the Roman people, Qier Mo held a very high status. However, being young and curious, she had secretly brought guards and piloted the small warship she received for her coming-of-age ceremony to tour Earth. Little did she know that as soon as she approached Earth's atmosphere, she was discovered by a Federation Army patrol. A volley of missiles later, Qier Mo's vessel, trailing smoke, plummeted towards the ground.

A Earth Federation Army patrol craft was closely pursuing her from behind, with lasers continuously grazing the deck of her vessel.

Qier Mo clasped her hands in despair, muttering a prayer to a powerful Nebula God she worshipped. This Nebula God was so mighty that the last and most powerful fortress-class warship of the Roman people during their long migration was swallowed by his manifested body in space. This great Nebula God held a high position within the top ten of the Roman pantheon.

However, the deity clearly did not manifest. Qier Mo's warship crashed into the ground, sliding nearly a kilometer across the rugged terrain before slowly coming to a halt.

The three surviving Roman warriors and twenty spirit servant soldiers inside the vessel surrounded Qier Mo as they rushed out of the ship, which was on the verge of exploding. The patrol craft behind them had also deployed nearly a hundred Earth Federation Army soldiers. The excited Federation soldiers were shouting and cheering as they gave chase, knowing they had caught a big fish this time.

Qier Mo looked up at the sky in despair. Being physically frail, she lacked the strength to run across the treacherous mountainous terrain. Although her mental power potential was immense, her cultivation of mental power was severely lacking. Due to her noble status, she had never felt the need to cultivate her mental power diligently, and she was not capable of flying away under her own power.

Seeing the Federation soldiers closing in, and the patrol craft in the sky arrogantly hovering directly overhead, Qier Mo was completely desperate.

"Namo Amitabha... The sea of suffering is boundless; a severed head marks the shore!"

A deep Buddhist chant came from the sky. A handsome young man, naked, flew rapidly from the horizon, standing on white lotuses formed from condensed water vapor. He formed strange mudras with his hands and gently waved them towards the patrol craft in the sky. The Federation patrol craft was crushed like an egg under a ten-thousand-ton hydraulic press, turning into a piece of scrap metal and falling to the ground.

Streams of vase-shaped energy shot out, covering the sky. Nearly a hundred Federation soldiers, along with Qier Mo's guards, had their bodies explode and die gruesomely.

Qier Mo screamed, covering her head in terror. She had never witnessed such a horrific scene.

The white lotuses slowly descended, and the naked young man looked Qier Mo, a beautiful and gentle woman, up and down, a satisfied smile on his face.

"Benefactress, this humble monk calls himself Life and Death Buddha. Benefactress and I are fated. I request Benefactress to offer her physical body."

Life and Death Buddha grabbed Qier Mo's shoulder. He said with a kind smile, yet with an air of natural entitlement, "Benefactress, please gather your spirits. Come with this humble monk to my cave dwelling for yin and yang union to bear children!"

Qier Mo's eyes rolled back. She was so terrified that she fainted.

Life and Death Buddha grabbed Qier Mo, slinging her over his shoulder like a hunter carrying a slain wild boar. He then carried her towards his cultivation cave. (To be continued)