Wrathful Vajra Dharma Aspect

Xu Qi'an wanted to be mischievous, so he shouted, "Wife, come out and see Buddha!"

However, he had no wife, and the heavy pressure emanating from that statue extinguished any emotion in him; he instinctively wanted to kneel and worship.

Why does the Supervisor dare not see me?

With a thunderous shout, Xu Pingzhi, who had been struggling to hold on, collapsed to his knees.

Along with fear and a surge of humiliation, Second Uncle Xu, his hands braced against the ground, gritted his teeth and shouted, "Ningyan, Cijiu, don't kneel! Stand up! Stand up!!"

The last three words were shouted out.

After shouting, Xu Pingzhi received no response from his nephew and son. He looked up and saw his son leaning against a pillar, veins bulging on his forehead, seemingly struggling to stay upright.

The nephew leaned against the door, his hands on his sword, stubbornly looking up at the towering Buddha statue in the night sky.

Then, both the son and nephew looked over at the same time.

The atmosphere froze for a moment, but fortunately Xu Cijiu and Xu Ningyan subtly averted their gazes.

Phew. Those two brats at least know how to save face for me! Xu Pingzhi's awkward mood eased.

"Pfft, look at Second Uncle's cowardly state, he's probably wasting all his energy on Auntie!" Xu Qi'an sneered inwardly.

"Dad, you're such a disgrace! You kneel down, fine, but you have to shout it out. Luckily, there are no outsiders here!" Xu Cijiu secretly despised his shameful father.

"Brother, what... what does this Buddhist School monk intend to do? You... you Nightwatchers's office, you must know something about this, right?" Xu Cijiu said haltingly.

Try your best to keep your voice from trembling.

He believed that the Western Regions and the Great Feng had disagreements on some matters, which led to the Western Regions delegation's visit to the capital. Judging from the actions of the Buddhist School monks tonight, the attitude of the Western Regions was obvious—anger!

If not handled properly, the alliance between the Western Regions and the Great Feng could very well break down, or even lead to a war between the two nations.

As a scholar, Xu Xinnian has an instinctive thirst for knowledge about such important matters.

Xu Qi'an said cautiously, "There was a bit of a conflict, but it's not as serious as you think. I don't know the specifics."

He changed his mind halfway through his sentence because the Buddhist School monk's reaction was also beyond Xu Qi'an's expectations.

He suddenly realized something: the reason why the monk Shenshu was sealed in Great Feng back then might not have been just mutual assistance between allies; there might have been other hidden reasons.

If it were merely mutual assistance between allies, why would the Buddhist School be so furious and mobilize such a large force?

Haoqi Tower!

Wei Yuan, dressed in a green robe, stood on the watchtower, looking up at a Buddha image that covered half of the capital city. Its body was infinitely large and hidden in the rolling dark clouds.

"Slay the bandit Arhat!"

His gaze was calm, his back straight, and his blue robe fluttered wildly in the wind, as if he were facing the law head-on.

In the tea room behind them, Yang Yan and Nangong Qianrou sat cross-legged with their heads bowed, struggling against the oppressive aura of the Dharma Image.

The higher one's cultivation level, the greater the pressure one experiences.

"The Buddhist School remains as powerful as ever," Wei Yuan remarked.

As he spoke, he glanced back at his two adopted sons and said calmly, "If Xu Qi'an were here, I guarantee he would be standing, no matter what method he used."

Yang Yan and Nangong Qianrou looked ashamed.

In the palace, Emperor Yuanjing, wearing a dragon robe, walked out of his bedchamber accompanied by an old eunuch. He looked up and gazed at the Buddha-like face with its raised eyebrows, which seemed to hang above the palace.

Those piercingly imposing Buddha eyes seemed to be staring directly at Emperor Yuanjing.

Inside the palace, the imperial guards, armed with spears and halberds, stood ready as if facing a formidable enemy. Not one of them knelt, nor did they show any sign of fear or apprehension.

The entire palace seemed to isolate the majestic presence of the Dharma Image.

"Snort!"

Emperor Yuanjing snorted coldly and turned back to his palace.

With a population of millions and countless martial artists in the capital, including the Jianghu figures who have recently flocked to the city, everyone was trembling with fear tonight, as if facing the end of the world.

I felt immense fear and panic.

At the same time, I couldn't help but think, this is the capital city, the core city of the Great Feng. Is there really no one who can stop the Buddhist School sect from gaining power?

First, a young monk fought in a tournament for four days without a single defeat. Tonight, a divine being descended, shaking the entire capital and questioning the supervisor from above.

The Supervisor is the guardian deity of the Great Feng, and the only first-rank master.

Where does this leave the face of the imperial court, the face of the supervisor, and the face of millions of people in the capital?

Countless people are eagerly awaiting the intervention of the supervisor.

Inside the newly built Yongzhen Mountain and River Temple in Sangbo, the founding emperor's sword, a brass sword, hums and vibrates, seemingly awaiting its master's summons.

Amidst the eager anticipation of countless people, a clear and melodious whistle rang out. "Shut up!"

The sound is pleasant and has a clear, bright quality.

Wearing a lotus crown, a tai chi fish cloak, and a cinnabar dot between her brows, Luo Yuheng stepped out of the quiet room, her beautiful hair dancing wildly in the wind.

She looked up at the Buddha's face, stretched out her fair right arm, and suddenly clenched her fist. A rusty iron sword emerged from the pool and landed in her palm.

Luo Yuheng gently tossed the iron sword in his hand. "Go!"

The Sword Qi, like a rainbow, soared into the sky.

At first, it resembled a thin flame, or a meteorite rising against the heavens.

Before long, the sword tip created an arc-shaped air shield with a diameter of 100 meters, which was an air wave formed by air resistance.

A moment later, the fiery red light illuminated the golden sky, reflecting off the golden Dharma image. The original thin line had grown to an unimaginable size.

It resembles a red waterfall.

The Movement Method snorted coldly, and two enormous hands emerged from the rolling black clouds, aiming to seize the sword light.

Two giant golden hands came together, perfectly trapping the dazzling, star-like sword light within their palms.

The next moment, a thunderclap exploded in the sky above the capital, and the Buddha's hands crumbled into golden light inch by inch. Then the Buddha's face disintegrated, and the red sword light mixed with the golden light, merging into a magnificent seven-colored hue that danced in the night sky.

This magnificent scene was probably something the people of Beijing had never seen in their entire lives.

"Clatter."

Xu Pingzhi, who had just struggled to his feet, knelt down again.

Xu Qi'an and Xu Xinnian turned their faces away again, refusing to watch their father's (second uncle's) embarrassing moment.

Was it Luo Yuheng who just attacked? As expected of a second-rank Daoist master, Xu Qi'an's feelings were somewhat complicated at this moment.

He had dealt with Luo Yuheng several times, and although he knew she was a second-rank Daoist School, he lacked a clear understanding of her strength.

Only now did Xu Qi'an clearly realize just how powerful a second-grade Daoist School was.

"If I had known from the beginning that this woman was so fierce, I definitely wouldn't have dared to stare at her chest before." Xu Qi'an felt a chill run down his spine, as if he had been repeatedly teetering on the edge of death.

Half an incense stick later, the sky returned to silence, the red and golden light faded, the dark clouds dissipated, and a crescent moon hung in the sky.

It's as if nothing happened.

The Xu Household masters breathed a sigh of relief. Xu Qi'an sat on the threshold, Xu Cijiu sat on the railing of the corridor, and Xu Pingzhi slowly rose and said in a deep voice:

"It's good to be young; you're still healthy and strong, unlike me, who was caught off guard and couldn't even stand up straight."

"But Father was a true hero back then, charging through thousands of troops without even flinching."

He looked up at the sky and sneered, "This time I'm prepared. If it happens again, I definitely won't lose my composure."

As soon as he finished speaking, chanting suddenly filled the night sky, and the calm clouds began to churn again.

Deep within the clouds, a golden light shone forth, accompanied by chanting. As the dark clouds churned, another divine image appeared.

Unlike the previous image, this image is more vivid and lifelike, and the Buddha's face is more fierce.

Of course, the momentum was also completely different, far surpassing that of before.

"Clatter."

Even the unyielding Xu Pingzhi knelt down.

This time, however, neither Xu Xinnian nor Xu Qi'an mocked him. Xu Xinnian collapsed to the ground, drenched in sweat. Xu Qi'an, on the other hand, knelt down, supporting himself with his hands on the ground.

He visualized the towering giant in his mind, his heart brimming with a spirit of fighting against heaven and earth. Then, little by little, he straightened his back and stood with his sword in hand.

Is Du'e really determined to fight the Supervisor? Xu Qi'an's heart sank. The capital city has millions of people and can't afford such a commotion.

Bang!

Just then, the sound of the door being pushed open came from inside.

Xu Lingyin rubbed her eyes, and stepped out of the room, supporting herself on the doorframe. "Dad, it's so noisy outside!"

"Go back inside! Go back inside!" Xu Pingzhi shouted.

Xu Lingyin raised her little face and pointed her chubby finger to the sky. "There are gods in the sky."

She watched with complete absorption, utterly unaffected by the oppressive aura emanating from the Dharma image.

"A Vajra-like, wrathful form?!"

Luo Yuheng pursed his lips, turned around and went back to his quiet room, ignoring him completely.

One of the nine major forms of Buddhist School is the Vajra Wrathful Eyes, which can only be displayed by a Bodhisattva of the highest rank.

It was handed over to the supervisor; it has nothing to do with her.

At this very moment, at the Star-Gazing Tower and the Eight Trigrams Platform.

The old eunuch, dressed in white, with white hair and a white beard, stood at the edge of the Eight Trigrams Platform, his hands behind his back, the night wind making his beard flutter.

"The agreement from back then was between you and the royal family, what does it have to do with me?" the supervisor said irritably.

The enormous, boundless Dharma form spoke, its voice booming, yet only the Supervisor could hear it. "Non-Self Buddhist School back then, could you have reached the First Rank?"

"Now that Shenshu has appeared in the world, if you do not give the Buddhist School an explanation, I will come to the capital in person one day."

"If you dare come to the capital, I'll send you back to the cycle of reincarnation." The supervisor sneered, then asked, "What does your Buddhist School want?"

"What do you want? You should know how much disaster Shenshu will bring to our Buddhist School once he regains his physical body," Vajra Dharma Image roared.

"Then do you know how much disaster it would bring to my Great Feng if Shenshu continued to be sealed in Sangbo?" the supervisor asked rhetorically.

The Vajra Dharma Image said, "Your Bureau of Astronomy made this mess yourselves, and now you expect the Buddhist School to take the blame?"

"Now that things have come to this, what's the point of saying such useless things? Your divine form can only last for half an hour. If you have something to say, hurry up and finish it, don't disturb the sleep of the people of the capital," the supervisor said impatiently.

"Two things: First, track down the remnants of the Kingdom of Ten Thousand Demons and retrieve Shen Shu's severed arm. Second, the Buddhist School needs to borrow your Heavenly Secrets Disc for three years."

"Come and take it if you dare," the supervisor said calmly.

"Good!"

The Vajra Dharma form dissipated.

"Huh, they didn't make a move this time?"

Xu Qi'an looked up at the sky. The Vajra Dharma Image, whose aura was like that of Gods and Devils, had dissipated, and there was no longer the earth-shattering battle as before.

It lingered in the sky for only a short while before dissipating.

Xu Pingzhi and Xu Erlang slowly exhaled, as if they were completely exhausted.

"Lingyin, don't just stand there, come and help your father and second brother back to their room," Xu Qi'an called out.

"Go! Go! Go!"

Xu Pingzhi spat at his nephew and cursed, "Get here right now! What good have you been for the past twenty years?"

Xu Qi'an quickly went over to help him up.

After escorting his second uncle and Erlang back to their room, Xu Qi'an communicated with the monk Shenshu in his mind. "Master, did you see what happened just now?"

P. S.: Celebrating one million words! I'll correct the typos in the previous chapter first, then continue writing.