Chapter 212

Great Radiant Light swirled from behind her head to her fingertips, from which all sorts of images were about to emerge.

The old Ramayana no longer exists, but the new Rama's Past Lives is about to begin.

Separated by a thick fog, Hanuman and Sita were battling on the lake's surface.

Hanuman was still unarmed.

But Sita's side was radiant with Sita light: she was standing on two large wheels that looked like balls of Dan Fire, sometimes moving up and down, sometimes east and west, sometimes near and far; around her waist was a ribbon that seemed to be made of rosy clouds and auspicious energy, seemingly harmless, but in reality, it was like a dragon or snake, whipping and crushing everything it touched; behind her head floated a golden ring that shone like the sun, but at times made a metallic clanging sound.

But what Hanuman feared most was the weapon in Sita's hand, which resembled both a spear and a sword.

That was a divine weapon designed to kill any non-human species. Hanuman had no doubt that even immortal demons and Rakshasa would die instantly under this strike!

"Senior brother! Don't get distracted!"

With Sita shout, Sita unleashed her golden wheel behind her head and the Red Ribbon on her body, attacking Hanuman simultaneously! In an instant, the monkey found himself in a perilous situation.

However, Hanuman remained calm. With a twist of his body, he appeared before Sita, arriving before her!

Blessing - Instant Teleportation.

Sita shocked and quickly pulled the Red Ribbon back to defend, but Hanuman was already too fast.

With a light punch, he knocked Sita off the great wheel and into the lake!

Hanuman waited quietly.

Sure enough, within moments, bubbles began to appear in the lake.

Immediately afterwards, Sita rose from the lake on her Wind Fire Wheels. With a somewhat dejected wave of her hand, she summoned back all her magical treasures.

"So? Still want to fight?" Hanuman looked at Sita with a smile.

"I'm not fighting anymore! I'm not fighting anymore!" Sita his head. "Senior brother, you have the blessing of the Blessing, which is too much of a cheat. Although I have so many magical treasures, none of them can trap you."

"How can you say that?" Hanuman chuckled, patting the Red Ribbon that was trying to bind him. "Junior brother, you are favored by the Ancestral Master. You haven't even received his blessing yet, and you already possess so many magical treasures. Once you receive the blessing, I will no longer be your match!"

This is the truth.

Sita is now excessively powerful.

281 Everything will be alright.

Sita is now terrifyingly powerful.

One reason is that during this period, Hebe continuously bestowed upon her all sorts of magical treasures.

—Red Ribbon, Golden Ring, longsword, and fire-and-wind wheels.

Each and every one of them is a top-notch, truly exceptional treasure. At least, Hanuman, who has lived to this day, has never seen a weapon that can surpass theirs.

But on the other hand, it comes from Sita himself.

Most of the time, Hebe taught Sita without avoiding Hanuman and Kama.

Therefore, they clearly realized that Hebe had not systematically taught Sita —whether it was Vedic Archery, charioteering, or spearmanship—these were martial arts skills belonging to Brahmin and Kshatriya.

She simply let Sita explore Sita his own, offering guidance only at crucial points.

These pointers are often brief, and some are even completely incomprehensible. But as Sita's understanding deepens, he will be able to comprehend the key points Hebe spoke of and how beneficial they truly are to him.

In this situation, Sita's fighting style is simply unconventional and imaginative.

That pure, almost beast-like spirituality has been completely preserved, yet it can also draw a sword with strict rules in unexpected places.

In other words, Hanuman possesses three great blessings, enabling him to defeat Sita with Sita speed every time.

Just as Sita was about to say something, the distant sound of bells rolled down from the mountain, like the tide and like thunder.

However, the sound of the bell was confined to the mist and the lake surface, leaving the villages outside the mountains completely unharmed.

Hanuman and Sita smiled at each other: In recent years, Hebe has always rung a bell whenever he holds a sermon.

So the two fellow disciples walked together into Fangcun Mountain. After they passed the stone tablet with the inscription and the ever-changing Daoist temple Slanting Moon, Three Stars Cave, the towering Bodhi Tree came into view.

Beneath the Bodhi Tree, a celestial being dressed in blue and white sat serenely atop a cloud, a vast halo of light hovering behind her head.

With antlers as white as jade growing from its head, twelve bronze plaques hanging from its branches, and a magnificent white deer covered in nine-colored flowers lying to one side.

The demon, whose body was like empty space, stood guard on the other side, wreathed in bluish-purple flames.

In the hands of the Heavenly Demon, he held a plain jade bell.

That was the clear, melodious sound of this very bell.

Hanuman and Sita came to the open space in front of Hebe and bowed to her with their hands clasped together.

"Homage to the Supreme Patriarch Bodhi".

"I pay homage to the Greatly Enlightened Bodhi Patriarch."

After bowing, they sat cross-legged on the ground, ready to listen to today's lesson.

Hebe looked at the two disciples in front of him and fell silent for a moment.

She reached out and gestured towards the distance.

Hanuman's heart sank again when he saw this action.

He knew it all too well.

In the past, every time Hebe did this, Sita would acquire a powerful and versatile magical artifact.

But then a rumbling sound came from somewhere in the mountains, and a bluish-gray trident slowly emerged from the clouds, with faint flames burning on it.

"This is..." Kama's eyes showed an uncontrollable wavering.

Of course she remembered the trident.

At that time, she was "married" to the Wrathful Lord in place of Parvati, and before being burned to ashes by the flames of anger, she called upon the name of the World Honored One.

After that, the Wrathful Lord threw the trident in his hand.

After this divine weapon flew into Fangcun Mountain, it could not be found anywhere, but unexpectedly it will reappear today.

The trident fell obediently into Hebe's palm.

Her deep green eyes swept over it, and the flames burning above were instantly extinguished.

Hebe stretched out her palm and pressed her slender fingers on the trident's blade—there was no blood or wound.

As her fingers traced the trident inch by inch, its sharpness faded, and finally, the trident transformed into a bluish-gray staff in Hebe's palm.

It was gray and heavy, having lost all its former sharpness as a divine weapon, and looked like a fire poker.

Hebe reached out, but the fire stick did not float toward Sita; instead, it landed in front of Hanuman.

"This, Master, this is..."

"Before the Wrathful Lord ascended to become Mahadeva Shiva, I took his weapon from his hand," Hebe said calmly. "As you can see, at that time this trident symbolized part of his nature of lightning and storms, and in the Vedic Age it was given the symbolism of destruction and liberation."

"The further back in time it is, the heavier and more solid it becomes."

This was one of the reasons why Hebe was able to impersonate the wretch and falsely convey divine messages to his friends.

A large part of the world's prayers to Shiva are diverted to this trident.

In prehistoric times, Hebe could easily wield this weapon; but in this era, it takes a lot of effort for her to shape the trident.

When the next Dharma era arrives, and this trident becomes the center of the universe, symbolizing the three aspects of Brahman, even Hebe will be unable to do anything to it.

Because by then, this trident will be to Bharata what Buzhou Mountain Cathay, or the Sword in the Stone is to Albion... It will be the central axis of the Lostbelt, the anchor of Bharata's history.

At that point, this pillar will become a bad asset in Hebe's hands, a loophole that Eris can exploit.

Hanuman's eyes were filled with tears.

He felt genuinely ashamed of his previous thoughts.

The monkey piously clasped its hands together before opening its palms, allowing the heavy divine weapon to fall into its hands.

Hanuman held the stick, finding it surprisingly heavy, and almost wanted to swing it immediately.

But instead of doing that, he raised the long stick and swung it.

As if by instinct, the stick shrank to the size of an embroidery needle in the golden light, and he held it in his palm and put it into his ear.

Sita a chill run down his spine as he watched this scene.

Normally, my senior brother could knock me off the Wind and Fire Wheels with his bare hands; now that he has this divine weapon that can change size at will, wouldn't I be even more doomed?

Thinking of this, she couldn't help but look at Hebe pitifully, hoping that the patriarch could give her some more treasures to protect her.

However, the immortal on the cloud did not wave to the distance again, but looked at Sita.

"You are still missing a Divine Bow and a spear." Hebe looked at the excited Sita, but his tone was very calm. "However, neither of these Divine Bow and spears are prepared for you by me."

"You have been in my mountains for nearly ten years."

Hebe looked at Sita, her voice low and somber.

"You once said that you would inherit Rama's destiny and reverse Sita's fate, and that you would risk your life and not fear death for it..."

"Now I ask you again, are you still determined to do this?"

"This is my resolve," Sita replied.

Although she had read the Ramayana, she felt that with her own abilities, she could sweep away all injustices and eliminate all grievances.

Hebe gazed intently into her clear eyes.

"Alright." After a long pause, Hebe said, "The weapons in Hanuman's hands are derived from the Mahadeva Shiva; so are your Divine Bow and spear."

"Sita, come forward. I will say a sentence, and you will repeat it after me."

A dark green tabletop silently emerged from the clouds. Hebe looked at the card representing Rama / Sita on the tabletop and slowly spoke.

"Abandon your animalistic heart and sever the root of evil."

"From the mortal to the saint, one begins to ascend to the true."

"If one breaks a major precept, one may fall into the abyss."

"Return the flesh to the bones, and give the body to the Bodhi tree."

Remove the flesh and return the bones, then give your body to the Bodhi!

The last eight large characters slammed into the depths of Sita's mind, like a steel stamp that made her dizzy.

She inexplicably felt that the patriarch's words were being spoken to her, yet also to several other people.

When the dizziness subsided, Sita saw Hebe's palms pressed against the top of his head.

Ding! Ding! Ding!

Hebe's voice was distant and ethereal.

"I now bestow upon you three blessings. The first is 'indestructible Vajra,' meaning that no magical treasure or attack in this world can harm you;

The Other, it is 'Absolute Hit', meaning that as long as you can see the target, you will be able to hit it;

Thirdly, it is 'Terrain Negation,' allowing you to freely cross the boundaries between the real world and the Snow Mountain Pure Land, to walk on cliffs, or even above water and fire; no obstacle exists for you.

Hebe looked at Sita again. "This is both my last gift to you and my last lesson."

"What?" Sita immersed in joy, but now he was struck as if by lightning.

From this day forward, will I never be able to visit Fangcun Mountain again?

"You fool," Hebe said calmly. "Since you keep saying that you want to inherit the mandate of heaven and achieve unparalleled feats, how can you expect to accomplish anything by staying in the mountains?"

"Do you really think that by staying in the mountains or living in the village all day, you can become a 'hero'?"

"But why can my senior brother stay?" Sita in his eyes.

"Stupid!" Hebe sighed.

"Hanuman, do you want to sweep away all twenty-odd countries currently fighting on the Ganges Plain and unify them to establish a monkey kingdom?"

"I've never thought of it that way," Hanuman replied curtly.

"Look, this is it." Hebe looked at Sita. "But you are Rama, the prince of Dasharatha of Ayodhya. You must end this chaotic world."

He who bears the nation's shame is the master of the state; he who bears the nation's misfortune is the king of the world.