West, Mount Sumeru.
This place is not as cloud-shrouded and full of Immortal Qi as the fairy mountains in the East. Instead, it has a unique kind of austerity and silence.
Under Bodhi Tree, the Buddha's light shines everywhere, in the middle of Eight Treasures Merit Pool, golden lotuses bloom, and Sanskrit Chants chants are endless. Everything seems so quiet and peaceful, as if it has not changed forever.
However, this tranquility was completely torn apart by a embarrassed figure.
"Senior brother! Senior brother!"
A roar full of endless grievances and overwhelming anger broke the eternal silence of Mount Sumeru.
I saw Saint Zhunti staggering, almost rolling and crawling to the side of Eight Treasures Merit Pool, without even half of the majesty of a saint.
His hair was disheveled, his face turned blue and white, and the golden light of the saint around him was dim, as if he had just experienced a tragic defeat.
Saint Jieyin was sitting cross-legged and meditative by the pool, his mind wandering too much, without even moving his eyelids.
There was neither sadness nor happiness on that bitter face that had remained unchanged for thousands of years, as if everything in the outside world had nothing to do with him.
Mount Sumeru Countless Buddhas, Bodhisattvas, and Arhats who were listening to the sermon were startled by the sudden roar. They all looked sideways, with astonishment written on their faces.
Second Master, what's going on?
Who could make a Heavenly Dao Saint behave like this?
Saint Zhunti didn't care about this, he rushed in front of Jieyin, and with a pop, he cried out like a mortal complaining.
"Senior brother! If you don't take care of us anymore, we Western Teachings will be bullied right at our doorstep!"
His voice can be said to make those who hear it sad and those who listen to it cry.
Zhunti pointed in the direction of the east, trembling with anger, and began to describe what he had just experienced in an exaggerated way.
"I have good intentions. Seeing that Qin Feng is a talented person, I want to save him and come to our west to help him realize the great path early and strengthen the lintel of my teaching. But who would have thought! That Zhuzi is so arrogant!"
"Not only was he ungrateful, he also publicly insulted me, Western Teachings, as a barren and barren land in front of countless Great Powerss from the three realms, and said that I was shamelessly called Delia!"
"I argued with him, but he dared to attack directly! He slapped my clone away!"
At this point, Zhunti's voice suddenly rose in pitch, full of endless humiliation.
"Senior brother! That's not a slap on my clone's face, it's a slap on our entire Western Teachings's face! It's a slap on the faces of you and me, two saints!"
"He finally sent a message to warn me, saying that this is just the beginning. Next time I dare to go to his Skeleton Mountain, he will smash my body to pieces! He will also crush our Mount Sumeru and drink up all the water in Eight Treasures Merit Pool!"
These words, 90% false and 10% true, molded Qin Feng into the image of a lawless fanatic who did not take saints seriously.
He spoke with tears streaming down his face, as if he was the victim who had suffered great injustice.
However, Saint Jieyin still had his eyes closed, motionless, like a stone sculpture.
Seeing this, Zhunti felt even more anxious. He directly reached out and grabbed Jieyin's arm and shook it hard.
"Senior brother! You have to say something! Are we going to let a mere Daluo Golden Immortal ride on top of us and dominate us? If this matter gets out, how will Three Pure Ones look at us? How will Nuwa laugh at us? The entire Primordial World will regard me, Western Teachings, as a joke!"
"Senior brother! That Qin Feng bullied others too much! If I don't get rid of him, how can I, Western Teachings, lose my face! Where is the majesty of us saints!"
Zhunti became more and more excited as he spoke, and his voice was shrill and shrill, resounding throughout Mount Sumeru.
The Buddhas and Bodhisattvas were frightened when they heard this, and they all looked at each other in astonishment.
A Daluo Golden Immortal, dare to provoke the saint like this?
And threatened to crush Mount Sumeru?
This is simply a fantasy!
Just when Zhunti was on the verge of collapse, the eternal "stone sculpture" finally showed some reaction.
Saint Jieyin's long eyelashes trembled slightly.
Just this insignificant tremor seemed to be a signal.
Boom--!
The whole Western Pure Land shook violently without any warning!
In the sky above Mount Sumeru, the wind and clouds changed color. The originally shining golden light dimmed instantly, and was replaced by a heart-stopping dim yellow.
The never-ending Sanskrit Chants Zen singing stopped abruptly at this moment.
An invisible, yet heavy, terrifying pressure that could overwhelm the entire Primordial World slowly awakened from Jieyin's body.
All the Buddhas, Bodhisattvas, and Arhats present felt that their Buddha hearts and Dao Heart were being grasped by an invisible big hand at this moment. Breathing became extremely difficult, and they all looked at the Eight Treasures Merit Pool side in shock.
The old man... is angry?
How is this possible!
Since they followed Saint Jieyin, they have never seen this saint have any emotion other than "suffering"!
Zhunti also felt this change. His crying stopped momentarily and he looked at his senior brother in astonishment.
Under everyone's gaze, Saint Jieyin slowly opened his eyes.
What kind of eyes are those?
There was no angry flames, no violent murderous intent, there was just a bottomless silence.
But this dead silence is more terrifying than any raging rage.
For the first time, a crack appeared on that bitter face that had remained unchanged for thousands of years.
It was not anger, but an extremely cold indifference.
He looked at his junior brother who looked like a madman, his voice was so low that it seemed as if he came from under the Nine Netherworld, and every word was filled with a chill that made the world freeze.
"I, Western Teachings, no matter how poor I am, not anyone can step on me."
The sound was not loud, but it was clearly transmitted into the ears of every living being in Mount Sumeru, making their souls tremble.
Jieyin's eyes slowly turned to the east, and the depths of those dead eyes seemed to reflect a collapsing universe.
"When a junior brother is humiliated, he is humiliated for his brother."
He usually does not fight or grab, as if he is indifferent to everything, just because he knows that Western Teachings has a weak foundation and cannot withstand the tossing.
But this does not mean that he has no temper.
Especially when someone bullies his only junior brother and the home he and his junior brother built together, this honest man's anger is enough to burn the heavens!
"He must pay the price for this matter!"
After the words fell, Saint Jieyin slowly stood up.
Following his movements, the entire Western Pure Land was wailing, and the laws of space were distorted under his feet, as if they could not withstand the silent anger of this saint.
Zhunti looked at his senior brother's back, the grievance and anger in his eyes gradually faded away, replaced by a kind of pleasant cruelty.
He knew that the senior brother had really unleashed the wrath of thunder this time.
That guy named Qin Feng is dead!