Chapter 199
Amidst the deafening thunder, a cold smile appeared on the faces of the Immortal Zhongyou.
"I curse you all to be reborn after death as the lowest of the low, people who can only eat wild dogs!"
"And you, Mahodaya— "
"You will become an ignorant, foolish savage, forever scavenging for food in the mud, your wisdom worn away in endless reincarnations! Finally, you will become a wild dog, devoured by your own brothers!!!"
What a vicious curse, ten or even nine times more vicious than the previous curses.
"Friends!"
Several immortals rushed to the Forest of Asceticism.
The Ragged Ascetic walked in front, while the Kashyapa Immortal followed behind.
Immortal Jiyu walked at the very back with a gloomy face.
His anger stemmed not from the curse on his sons, but from their disgraceful behavior.
Are immortals so easily provoked? Even if the Immortal Zhongyou are only King Immortal, they are not to be insulted.
However, when Jiyu and Kashyapa walked to the sacrificial fire, the feeling of being closely connected with the Snow Mountain Pure Land arose in their hearts at the same time!
The three immortals exchanged glances.
The friends' eyes were calm yet filled with anger, Kashyapa was astonished, and Jiyu was incredulous and vaguely regretful.
Kashyapa and Jiyu could sense the immense Maya Illusionary Power surrounding their friends, and the connection they shared with the Pure Snow Mountain Pure Land.
In other words, the Immortal Zhongyou not only became Brahmin Immortal, but also the most honored among Brahmin Immortal.
The Seven Great Immortals corresponding to the Big Dipper in the sky!
The Ragged Ascetic was unaware of this unusual confrontation. As a defender of the Brahmin Dharma, he was consumed by rage upon seeing Jiyu's sons cursed.
Not to mention the Immortal Zhongyou before us, who will also hold a sacrifice to allow the Sugarcane King, who has become a lowly person, to ascend to the Pure Land.
—What kind of bullshit is this, wanting to ascend to heaven too?
In the eyes of the Ragged Ascetic, the actions of his friends have already gone against the righteous Dharma!
They deserve to be punished!
The Ragged Ascetic raised his staff, pointing it furiously at the faces of the Immortal Zhongyou!
"Friends! You have betrayed the Dharma and dared to utter such a vicious curse upon the noble Brahmin! Not only that, you even intend to elevate a lowly person...!"
The Ragged Ascetic's beard and hair trembled as his immense magical power was stirred by rage.
However, even faster than him was the water that the Immortal Zhongyou splashed into the air!
'I've been waiting for you, you shabby old man!'
When the Immortal Zhongyou recalled the scene they had witnessed during their meditation that night, they felt both relief and shock and anger.
He couldn't believe that the Ragged Ascetic would actually dare to curse him, but he was also grateful for the revelation given to him by the unknown being.
It was precisely because they had anticipated all of this that the Immortal Zhongyou were well-prepared.
"You tattered clothes! You sit idly by and watch the Brahmin disrupt the sacrifice; you are deliberately condoning it."
"You wretch! You have allowed the Brahmin to curse at will, which shows your lack of discipline."
"You wretched clothes! They are cursed by me today, it's all your fault!"
"You have failed in your duties as a mentor and have instead fostered arrogance among your apprentices!"
"You have not set an example to demonstrate the Dharma, but instead have used your anger to harm the world."
The Immortal Zhongyou stretched out his arm, his wooden staff pointing directly at the nose of the Ragged Ascetic.
His voice was like thunder, each word piercing the heart of the Ragged Ascetic with unwavering resolve, making this self- Ragged Ascetic "defender of the Dharma" turn pale with anger and his arms tremble!
Meanwhile, the Immortal Zhongyou were still attacking.
"Worn clothes! Worn clothes! Worn clothes!"
"What has given you such arrogance? What makes you believe you possess innate divinity? What is the purpose of your ascetic practices?"
"Your arrogance is detestable, your holiness is worthless, and your asceticism is shallow and contemptible."
"Is it because you haven't learned the wisdom of Atri Immortal, or do you think your wrath is more sacred than that of the Mahadeva Shiva?"
"When you wantonly curse others and claim to uphold the Dharma, you have already been rejected by the Dharma!"
I pity you!
The Immortal Zhongyou said in a deep voice, "That is why the name of Immortal has become like a deadly poison to you, harming the world!"
"Relinquish the title of immortal and begin your arduous cultivation anew, you tattered robe!"
I curse you! I curse you! I curse you!
The Ragged Ascetic was so angry he almost stopped breathing. His eyes widened: "How dare you—"
From the past to the present, he has always been the one cursing others; he has never been the one being cursed.
The Immortal Zhongyou only responded with cold, stern eyes.
"I curse you to lose the Maya Illusionary Power of the Immortal, I curse you to never receive any offerings, and I curse you to never utter any curses against anything until you have completed your ascetic practices!"
"Otherwise, your prayers will not reach the Lord, and you will be overwhelmed by anger and unable to meditate!"
The vast Maya Illusionary Power surged straight into the head of the Ragged Ascetic.
The enraged immortal let out a scream and turned to run away.
He roared and ran into the forest, disappearing in an instant and never to be found again.
Kashyapa Immortal was speechless.
He could see that the curse of the Immortal Zhongyou had not been fully effective, because although the Ragged Ascetic had gone too far, he had not deviated from the Brahmin standard.
Roughly estimated, only about 60% of the curse ultimately fell on the tattered garment.
A small portion of this 60% was due to my being broken down by what my friends said, causing me to start to doubt myself; while the rest was entirely the effect created by my Immortal Zhongyou using a massive amount of Maya's Maya Illusionary Power!
If you lack the technology, make up for it with computing power.
They drove the hardest and smelliest rock in the immortal group to the brink of madness.
Even after two waves of curses had been cast, the Maya Illusionary Power surrounding the Immortal Zhongyou showed no signs of diminishing.
Is that kind of life-threatening asceticism really more effective than simply lying down and living a quiet life?
Kashyapa Immortal began to doubt himself.
At this moment, the Immortal Zhongyou turned around and gave Kashyapa and Jiyu a peaceful smile.
"Homage to the great immortal Kashyapa, homage to the great immortal Jiyu."
The Immortal Zhongyou said calmly, "Next, I will hold a ceremony to send the Sugarcane King to the Pure Land."
Kashyapa a beat slow to react, nodded slowly.
Immortal Jiyu gritted his teeth, raised his hands and clasped them together in front of his chest.
"Honoring all friends, the great immortal."
That's considered admitting defeat.
The Immortal Jiyu acknowledged that his friends were of equal status to him!
The friends simply smiled calmly.
"The sacrificial ceremony is of utmost importance."
He will not accept the reconciliation from Immortal Jiyu.
In the firelight, the Immortal Zhongyou began to chant the hymns he had learned in meditation.
The sacrificial fire leaped and danced, revealing a strange and dreamlike scene; it was pure white and flawless, seemingly resembling a snow-capped mountain.
Kashyapa and Jiyu looked pale.
They never expected that the Immortal Zhongyou could actually establish a connection between the mortal world and the Snow Mountain Pure Land.
Around the distant snow-capped mountains, even twinkling stars could be seen.
"Sugarcane King, go! Go to that place where the stars twinkle, that is the palace where you cultivated in asceticism!"
With a powerful push, the Immortal Zhongyou shoved the Sugarcane King into the fire!
All around was silent, and the three immortals simultaneously turned their gazes toward the distant snow-capped mountains.
But then, from among the starlight, a bright palace suddenly appeared, and the Sugarcane King sat there, looking around with delight.
He really did appear in the Snow Mountain Pure Land.
The Immortal Zhongyou have fulfilled their promise!
271 You impudent monkey!
"World Honored One, how is it? Is it delicious?"
"Clean and hygienic, very fresh, and very delicious."
Sometimes, coming into this world has its advantages. At least if Hebe wanted, she could now fly to Bharata, drink the Ganges, and sweep through the street food like autumn leaves.
Of course, "being able to do it" and "being willing to do it" are two different things.
On the other hand, Kama's craftsmanship is indeed outstanding.
Hebe took the shaved ice from Kama's hand.
The latter, somewhat unwilling to accept that his little scheme of feeding Hebe had failed, started a conversation.
"World Honored One, was that Sugarcane King just now...?"
"Yes, you're absolutely right."
Hebe nodded slightly, and magnificent palaces and twinkling stars appeared in the Great Radiant Light.
It was the scene that appeared in the blazing sacrificial fire during the ceremony held by the Immortal Zhongyou.
The Immortal Zhongyou believed that their sacrificial ceremony had sent the Sugarcane King to the Snow Mountain Pure Land.
However, his rituals originated from Hebe's secret teachings, and the knowledge he possessed was also given to him by Hebe.
The various images, when layered together, ultimately point not to the Snow Mountain Pure Land, but to the halo in Hebe's palm.
"Then why...?"
"Haha." Hebe gently swung his legs and smiled slyly. "Kama, you've learned quite a bit these past few days. Let me ask you, what is the basis of this Brahmin 'meditation'?"
Kama thought for a moment, and then suddenly realized the truth.
Bharata's asceticism, which Hebe calls "mind mining," is essentially their spiritual bodies entering the Snow Mountain Pure Land through deep meditation. Through the combined operation of the physical and spiritual bodies, they obtain a certain amount of Maya Illusionary Power.
In this process, the spiritual body is more important than the physical body.
If sending a spirit body into the wasteland requires one unit of computing power, then sending the physical body into the wasteland along with it requires hundreds or thousands of times more.
Therefore, in Bharata, the sages preferred to perform fire sacrifices for the dead rather than hold ascension ceremonies for the living.
Rather than saying that the Immortal Zhongyou delivered the Sugarcane King to Fangcun Mountain.
Rather, it's more accurate to say that Hebe reached out an invisible hand, grabbed the Sugarcane King, and instantly refined it.
Kama's problem was partially solved, but new problems arose.
"World Honored One, but you did not keep the Sugarcane King; you even sent it to the Snow Mountain Pure Land..."
Kama had a keen eye for observation.
Hebe smiled slightly and tossed the empty bowl in her hand into the clouds.
She gazed at the cloud that had vanished into nothingness, without offering a reply.
The answer is actually quite simple. Hebe had no need to leave behind Sugarcane King; she didn't need anyone's faith.
But Eris remained hidden.
He may be hiding in a certain era, or he may be hiding in some corner of the wilderness.
Hebe sent the Sugarcane King into the wasteland, and the latter, unknowingly, became her eyes and ears.