"Taking bribes, extorting, swindling, seizing by force-young friend Jiang, your methods are exceptional. Only by entering Mount Sumeru Temple and becoming a disciple of the Deceitful Buddha can you achieve greatness." Putuo spoke, his Buddhist voice resounding with vast, majestic power.
Many listeners were dumbfounded.
What outrage against heaven and man had King Chen committed now, to bring a Fierce Land here in person to settle karmic accounts with him?
And from the sound of it, they had actually taken a liking to him and wanted to admit him into the temple.
But the many powerful figures also understood that being taken by a sinister Fierce Land like Mount Sumeru Temple was scarcely different from death. He would probably lose himself completely and become a puppet prostrating at the Buddha's feet.
"My Buddha is merciful and delivers all living beings. Even the most treacherous and wicked may become Buddhas!"
Putuo spoke calmly, pressed his palms together before him, and began chanting scriptures. A humming rose, and lotus flowers blossomed from his tongue. He actually spat out a golden avenue, wreathed in Buddhist principles and encircled by Sanskrit characters, which crushed the void into collapse as it extended toward Jiang Chen.
Such an avenue of the Buddhist School contained terrifying power to "convert." Once swept into it, even a Great Power would probably bow his head in worship and submit as a servant.
Many onlookers hurried away, avoiding it like venomous snakes and scorpions.
"Dad! You old son of a bitch, you really dare attack my dad!"
Just then, a streak of black-gold light flashed past. Jiang Chen vanished from where he lay, moved by Tie Zhu onto a famous mountain, where Zhou Tai watched over him.
"The Buddhist Dharma is boundless." With his eyes lowered, Putuo merely gave a soft