578. Chapter 561: Ambush Three - Rebirth in the Pure Land
Dao Xin stood with a single palm pressed against his chest, chanting a Buddhist epithet loudly, "Amitabha Buddha, the Despotic Ruler acts against the natural order. Monks, heed my order! Slaying demons and protecting the Dao is today!"
Boom! "Amitabha Buddha! We obey the Decree!"
As Dao Xin spoke, the Buddhist Masters behind him roared in unison. Rolling sound waves, accompanied by surging True Qi and Buddhist Light, erupted! Over a dozen figures simultaneously lunged towards Whitebeard! These Warrior Monks attacking Whitebeard were all Experts from various Buddhist Temples. Individually, none were inferior to those practicing the Five Elements Fist.
Clang clang!
At the same time, the Warrior Monks in the Mountain Forest, following Dao Xin's order, drew their Staffs and Chan Dao. Shouts of battle intent soared into the sky, and rolling gusts of wind swept the dense scent of blood in all directions.
Under the bright Searchlights, countless bald heads of the Monks gleamed, densely packed, clashing with the Prefecture Army soldiers who surged forward like a tide.
The ambushing Great Tang Prefecture Army surrounded the Buddhist Sect members like a tide, engaging in battle. Only Dao Xin and Di Xin led dozens of Experts, encircling Whitebeard in the center.
This was both to trap this Giant and to guard against those Men in Black suddenly launching a sneak attack.
"Could those Men in Black have really retreated?"
Di Xin stood with a single hand pressed against his chest, scanning the battling crowd, and spoke with a frown.
"It's not impossible, but those Fiends use unpredictable Fiendish Arts. We must be extremely cautious and absolutely cannot let them exploit a loophole!"
Dao Xin looked indifferently at the battlefield, which seemed to be overwhelmingly in their favor, and spoke faintly.
Although the Prefecture Army soldiers were numerous, without firearm support, they were being pushed back step by step in close combat against the Buddhist Masters.
"Alas, after this battle, who knows how many Buddhist disciples will die tragically!"
Dao Xin softly chanted a Buddhist epithet and sighed.
They had originally intended to ambush that Despotic Ruler, but looking at the situation now, the Despotic Ruler was clearly well-prepared. Even though they had many Buddhist Masters, facing the well-prepared Imperial Army, victory was almost impossible.
Now, they could only rely on the Venerable to take action. If the Venerable succeeded, their Buddhist Sect would have a chance to rise again. Otherwise, there would likely be no place for their Buddhist Sect in this Great Tang Dynasty.
"Rebirth in the Pure Land is not necessarily a bad thing!" Di Xin, standing beside him, had a normal complexion and chanted a Buddhist epithet.
"Once we hold out until the Venerable takes action, everything will be settled!"
"Gurararara, you remind This Old Man of some old acquaintances!"
Facing the dozen or so Monks rushing towards him, Whitebeard shook his head, stomped forward abruptly, and his massive palm struck out suddenly. A Warrior Monk who had rushed forward wielding a Monk's Staff felt his hand lighten. The hundreds of pounds of water-ground Monk's Staff was seized by the Giant before him. Whitebeard held the Monk's Staff as if it were a grass stick. With a backhand swing, the Warrior Monk's body, under an invisible force, was sent flying several miles away like a Scarecrow.
The Monk crashed against a mountain wall with a boom and was buried by a pile of gravel, clearly not surviving.
"Gurararara, you are far inferior to those Marine Admirals!"
A hint of disappointment flashed in Whitebeard's eyes as he looked at the Monks. He simply put away the Green Dragon Crescent Blade in his hand.
His original Blade had been shattered by Zhu Ganglie's Nine-Toothed Rake. The one he held now was newly forged in This World and could not compare to that Divine Weapon.
Not only his Green Dragon Crescent Blade, which was a Magic Treasure quality Item he had exchanged for, but even his physical body had been destroyed by that Pig Demon.
If Marco and his sons hadn't pooled their money to exchange for a Resurrection Item for him, how could he still be standing here?
Although he had died once, Whitebeard showed no fear. Having looked lightly upon life and death, he still greatly enjoyed the enjoyment of combat.
Perhaps this was also the reason why Marco and the others exchanged that life-saving Item for him; they understood this Old Man too well.
Feeling that these Monks were not worth him using weaponry, Whitebeard stomped his foot again.
Boom! The Paramecia Tremor-Tremor Fruit Awakening unleashed powerful, almost physical, shockwaves that swept out and vibrated in all directions.
The land seemed to turn into a water surface. The ripples that spread out lifted soil and rocks into waves dozens of feet high, crashing down on the surrounding Monks.
Whitebeard's figure disappeared within the dense smoke and dust.
"Amitabha Buddha, do not panic! Stabilize the formation and attack with full strength!!"
Dao Xin Monk's low voice reached everyone's ears amidst the Gang Wind and shockwaves.
The Monks responded in unison, their True Qi erupting suddenly. The dust that instantly rose around them was suppressed by the combined True Qi unleashed by the Monks.
Boom! The golden True Qi vibrated, stirring the air like a surging tide.
Dao Xin and a dozen other Old Monks, along with Di Xin, stepped forward simultaneously, pushing out their fists and palms with full strength, striking towards Whitebeard in the center.
Boom! Boom! Boom! Over a dozen fierce and overbearing Buddhist True Qi streams ascended, transforming into over a dozen golden dragons, instantly shattering the rising curtain of earth and stone.
"Not good!"
As Dao Xin pushed out his palm, a warning sign rose in his heart.
He saw black and red patterns, like lightning, flashing across Whitebeard's body within the stirred dust.
Tear!
In Dao Xin's shocked eyes, Whitebeard raised his hand and clenched his fist. The black and red Qi Flow wrapped around his fist.
Conqueror's Haki Infusion! As Whitebeard threw his fist, the space itself seemed to tremble for it. The vibrating air surged like a frantic tide.
Dao Xin's heart trembled, almost unable to control the Qi and Blood throughout his entire body.
Whitebeard threw a punch, and a terrifyingly fierce and powerful strength suddenly surged in all directions.
The air within several miles was instantly shattered by Whitebeard's fist, which contained vibration power. The space vibrated slightly, and layers of ripples rose.
Boom! The earth shook and mountains swayed, the land cracked open.
Within a mile radius around Whitebeard, tens of thousands of tons of soil and rocks were thrown up dozens or even hundreds of feet! A massive mushroom cloud soared into the sky, and the rising dust was dense.
The terror was unimaginable.
Dao Xin and the others who were attacking had their complexions change drastically.
Caught off guard, they felt an overwhelmingly powerful strength vibrate, as if struck by a mountain. They were sent flying dozens or even hundreds of feet away! While still in the air, they coughed up blood repeatedly, their tendons and bones shattering in countless places.
Amidst the swirling dust, Dao Xin's white eyebrows were as red as if soaked in blood, his monk's robe torn, revealing a lean physical body like that of a King Kong.
Boom! Surging, burning, rolling gusts of air scattered in all directions. The Qi Flow suddenly blew away the stirred dust, directly striking towards Whitebeard!
Dao Xin, as one of the three great Saintly Monks of the Buddhist Sect, had cultivated for over a hundred years, refining his physical body to the point of Vajra Indestructible. With his cultivation base, if he were in the Jambudvīpa World, he could even go to the Western Heaven Spirit Mountain and attain the Srota-apanna Arhat Fruition.
The Srota-apanna Fruition is what the Buddhist Sect calls the First Fruit, or One Fruit, also known as the Stream-Enterer Fruition.
In the Immortal Path of Jambudvīpa, it is just barely touching the Nascent Divinity cultivation base. This Fruition is the initial stage of enlightenment for Arhats on Spirit Mountain, but on Spirit Mountain, where Great Experts are numerous, a Srota-apanna Fruition novice just entering the Buddhist Dao is merely like a young novice monk doing sweeping duties.
"Hmm?"
Looking at Dao Xin, who still had the strength to counterattack after his full-strength strike, Whitebeard's signature curved knife mustache twitched. Facing the fist seal that Dao Xin struck horizontally.
Whitebeard shifted his figure. With the great strength erupting throughout his body, the air actually surged like a tide, emitting a fierce roar.
Immediately, he swung his single arm, clenched his five fingers tightly, and a fierce punch suddenly smashed towards Dao Xin Monk.
One large and one small, the two fists fiercely collided. The aftermath of their clash spread out, and the air within a thousand feet was instantly shattered by their fists.
Large waves of air, amidst the fierce tearing sound of the air like ghosts wailing, swept out in all directions.
Dao Xin Monk felt a coppery and sweet taste in his throat, and a mouthful of golden blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth.
"Senior Brother Dao Xin!"
"Senior Brother!"
"Senior Uncle!"
Di Xin and the others, who had been sent flying by Whitebeard's punch, rushed forward again, surrounding Whitebeard.
Among the three great Saintly Monks, Dao Xin cultivated the Arhat Golden Body, while Di Xin followed the path of nurturing Buddhist magic treasures and magic tools.
He pulled off the string of beads in his hand. The string of prayer beads, which he had nurtured with his True Qi for a hundred years, was thrown out, transforming into phantom Vajra Attendants that seemed almost real in mid-air. They held golden whips and smashed down towards Whitebeard.
"Hmm?" Whitebeard's keen Observation Haki keenly detected the threat above his head. Just as he was about to counterattack, he suddenly noticed a figure. The corner of his mouth twitched, and he laughed loudly:
"Gurararara, little girl, thank you, but I can handle these Monks myself!"
"Little girl! Hmm?"
Di Xin's warning sign in his heart was suddenly activated. The next second, from the fighter jet overhead, a white-robed figure like snow floated out.
"Old Mr., don't push yourself. Your contribution points don't support another resurrection. Bullying with numbers is not what good people do! I hate Monks!"
Thinking of the suffering Zhang Xiaofan endured all because of Monk Puzhi, the voice from the sky became even colder,
"Nine Heavens Profound Abysses, Transform into Divine Thunder, Mighty Heavenly Power, Guided by Sword—"
The cold voice echoed across the Horizon. Then, dark clouds rolled in the sky. Amidst thunder and lightning, bolts of Divine Thunder as thick as Buildings smashed down from high altitude.
They landed precisely on the phantom Vajra Attendants. Those Attendants holding golden whips were directly shattered under the immense Divine Thunder, turning into bursts of golden light and dissipating.
The white-robed figure swung a longsword, and bolts of lightning landed precisely on the bald Monks in the Mountain Forest.
One bolt accurately struck Dao Xin Monk, who was facing Whitebeard. In a flash of lightning, Dao Xin Monk had no time to dodge. In this life and death moment, he could only raise his arms and cross them! Hiss!
The bolt of thunder and lightning instantly pierced through Dao Xin Monk's body. Even his Vajra Indestructible Body was momentarily paralyzed by the electricity before this thunder and lightning, which represented Heavenly Might.
It was in this instant that Whitebeard laughed loudly and smashed another fist towards him.
Bang! Dao Xin barely managed to cross his arms. Whitebeard's Armament Haki-covered black fist heavily struck Dao Xin's forearm.
A massive shockwave spread out evenly like ripples. The soaring gusts of air, carrying countless soil and rocks, swept out in all directions from the point of their clash like a tsunami! Buzz! Dao Xin felt an unimaginable strength instantly transmit from the point where his arms were crossed to every tiny part of his entire body!
The feeling was as if every inch of flesh and blood in his body was dissolving in rapid vibration.
The next moment, his Arhat Golden Body suddenly exploded! Bang! Blood splattered everywhere! Before the Buddhist Masters, Dao Xin Monk was smashed into a spray of flesh and blood by Whitebeard's punch! "Senior Brother!"
"Senior Uncle!"
Di Xin's complexion was sorrowful. He clasped his hands together and bowed slightly towards the bloody mist still drifting in the air.
"Senior Brother, you go first! Your Junior Brother will follow soon!!"
Di Xin looked at Whitebeard and scanned the many Disciples in the Mountain Forest. At this moment, the several thousand Buddhist elites they had brought had suffered heavy casualties under the siege of the Fubing Army soldiers and Exorcists.
And the Venerable, on whom they placed great hope, had not yet appeared.
Thinking of Jiaxiang, who had not shown up, Di Xin sighed in his heart, but his eyes held a look of determination. He stepped forward.
The other Old Monks also followed his steps forward.
"Senior Uncle!"
"Master!"
The surrounding Warrior Monks also all gathered around.
Their emotions were intense, and their killing intent surged, rushing directly towards Whitebeard.
"Gurararara, again!"
Whitebeard laughed heartily.
Boom! Whitebeard stomped his foot. Amidst the violent vibration of the ground, he smashed out a punch.
Wherever the fist wind went, all visible and invisible matter in space vibrated and exploded! Boom! Amidst the raging sound wave, a fist covered in black Armament Haki, carrying an overwhelmingly powerful fist intent as if challenging Heaven and Earth, smashed out, encompassing Di Xin and the dozen or so Old Monks, as well as the dozens of Monks surging from behind, all within its fist wind! Although it was dozens of people surrounding Whitebeard.
At this moment, a sudden illusion rose in the hearts of the Monks that they were facing this Giant alone.
"Amitabha Buddha!"
Di Xin and the others simultaneously let out a Thunder Sound roar, each displaying their divine ability. Golden Palm Seals, Lotus Flowers, and Staff Shadows met Whitebeard's downward-striking fist seal.
Amidst the rolling Gang Qi torrent, the punch Whitebeard threw out was like a Hidden Dragon Ascending to Heaven, carrying a supremely powerful fist intent that challenged Heaven and Earth and suppressed all will. He threw three consecutive punches.
Each punch was fiercer than the last, as if simultaneously striking The Void three times, suddenly exploding into large bursts of white energy, carrying infinite, powerful, and terrifying great strength, one person striking against a hundred! Boom! It was like a meteor falling and smashing onto the land.
Amidst the earth shaking and mountains swaying, countless massive cracks suddenly appeared on the ground, looking extremely hideous.
The fist wind, mixed with black Conqueror's Haki, surged like a tsunami, violently smashing into the Monks! Amidst countless roars, it was vaguely visible that the Monks, led by Di Xin, all coughed up blood and retreated. Those with insufficient strength were sent flying dozens of feet away, whistling like Scarecrows.
Whoosh! Countless soil and gravel fell like heavy rain, rattling down within a ten-mile area.
"Venerable! Where are you?"
Di Xin lay weakly on the ground, constantly coughing up blood. He watched with his own eyes as several figures wearing black base fire cloud robes held small banners and finished off his Disciples and Grand-disciples.
Looking at his Disciples and Grand-disciples being entangled by the black energy from the small banners, their souls extracted and seized, Di Xin gave a bitter smile. Rebirth in the Pure Land, hehe, Rebirth in the Pure Land!
(end of chapter)