MMB Chapter 228 Joyful Ghost Buddha vs. Mr. Twilight
Chapter 228 Joyful Ghost Buddha vs. Mr. Twilight
The rain is getting heavier.
Liu Min held Xiao Hu in her arms, standing at the gate of the courtyard, looking up at the low-hanging dark clouds, her pupils reflecting a figure sitting on a black throne.
Her lips were trembling, her teeth were chattering, but she couldn't make a sound.
Little Tiger didn't cry, but his eyes were wide open as rain streamed down his cheeks.
He didn't flinch, he just stared straight at the "person" in the sky.
The evil Qilin stood in the rain, head tilted back, its voice so loud that it could be heard throughout the entire valley:
"Sir, you wouldn't make things difficult for the woman and child, would you?"
He shouted so hard his throat felt like it was going to tear.
These words were spoken to the "Twilight" in the sky.
He wanted to make sure the mother and child wouldn't suffer because of him.
If he had spoken out openly and honestly, the man would have had to maintain some semblance of decorum and would have been more restrained when he took action, so as not to involve the mother and child.
Jiang Chaosheng sat on the throne, leaning slightly forward, and glanced down at the woman holding the child and the little boy soaked by the rain.
He understood Xie Qilin's little scheme.
Unfortunately, Xie Qilin almost miscalculated—Jiang Chaosheng was never a person who cared about saving face.
but……
He still chose to give the mother and child time to escape.
It wasn't because I was moved by the evil Qilin's kindness.
But—when he saw that mother and child, he was reminded of his own mother.
That's it.
Liu Min isn't the kind of fool who dawdles around.
She hugged the little tiger tightly, turned around and ran.
She couldn't help but turn back again and again, looking at the boy standing in the rain, her eyes full of worry.
Xie Qilin watched her figure disappear into the rain and breathed a sigh of relief.
"Sir," he turned around, looking up at the dark clouds, "this humble monk will not surrender easily."
Jiang Chaosheng nodded slightly: "Mm."
The evil Qilin took a deep breath, opened the Heavenly King Demon-Suppressing Umbrella with one hand, held the other hand in front of his chest, and slowly closed his eyes.
"Sir, please be careful!"
Before he finished speaking, his short hair began to grow wildly.
His black hair seemed to come alive, reaching the ground in half a second, yet continuing to grow wildly, like countless steel needles piercing the earth, gradually lifting his body into the air.
The black hair on the ground quickly intertwined, wrapped around, and piled up—in just a few seconds, a giant black Buddha, three zhang tall, stood prominently between heaven and earth.
The Buddha's head has a kind and benevolent expression, with a smile playing on its lips.
Its round, chubby body is endearing, much like the pot-bellied Maitreya Buddha worshipped in temples.
His upper body was bare, and two large characters were carved on his chest: "Joy".
The evil Qilin stood atop the giant Buddha's nose, its black hair closely connected to the Buddha's brow.
Number 4-19, Ghost Hair—a long-lost forbidden object.
Jiang Chaosheng first saw it on a train at sea.
The woman in red, a descendant of the Manchus, used it to weave a centipede five or six meters long.
The Evil Qilin's understanding of the Ghost Hair technique was clearly far superior to that of the woman.
The oppressive feeling emanating from this joyful ghost Buddha is incomparable to that of the centipede.
The evil Qilin suddenly opened its eyes, its pupils filled with murderous intent.
He suddenly tightened his grip on the Heavenly King Demon-Suppressing Umbrella, causing the umbrella to tremble violently in the rain.
"Sir, this humble monk has arrived!"
Countless humanoid, white, transparent objects floated out from the Heavenly King Demon-Suppressing Umbrella.
This is yin energy.
The yin energy condensed and surged out in dense, countless streams, as if millions of souls were breaking free from their restraints at the same time.
The Heavenly King Demon-Suppressing Umbrella can absorb the souls of living beings and transform them into pure Yin energy, much like the sinister "Ten Thousand Soul Banners" in novels.
A question arose in Jiang Chaosheng's mind:
After the physical body dies, the soul should return to hell. So how did the Heavenly King's Demon-Suppressing Umbrella cut off this path from the human world to hell?
It's okay.
This is considered a forbidden item that has not yet been contained.
Once the Heavenly King Demon-Suppressing Umbrella is retrieved, everything will become clear.
The yin energy that had taken on human form covered the enormous body of the Joyful Ghost Buddha and condensed into a robe that emitted a shimmering, pure light.
The black Buddha and the white light created a striking, almost blinding contrast.
The robe moved without wind, fluttering in the rain, adding an eerie sense of holiness to the smiling black Buddha.
If you look closely, you can see something moving on that pure white robe.
They were transparent heads with blank expressions.
They were densely packed on the robe, like strings of cold beads, swaying gently as the robe fluttered.
The joyful ghost Buddha moved.
With its ever-present loving smile, it leaped from the ground and soared straight into the clouds.
The evil Qilin's expression was solemn. He formed a hand seal with one hand, pointed at Jiang Chaosheng in the clouds, and roared:
"Saha Nagarjuna, the Mantra of Joyful Salvation!"
The Deity of Joy made the same gesture, and a huge black hand rose up in response.
One after another, beautiful faces appeared out of thin air, raining down on Jiang Chaosheng like a meteor shower.
Those faces, whether joyful or sorrowful, angry or infatuated, are all vividly portrayed.
Jiang Chaosheng sat on the black throne and pulled out a rusty scythe from behind his trench coat.
In an instant, it transformed into a giant scythe.
He swung it with all his might.
A silvery arc of light pierced the rain curtain.
The faces of those beauties shattered one by one, like glass being smashed by a hammer. Before they disappeared, a strange look of relief appeared on each face.
The Joyful Ghost Buddha had already rushed in front of him.
The evil Qilin raised its right hand, and the Joyful Ghost Buddha followed suit by raising its giant palm, its five fingers spread wide, covering the sky and the sun, and smashing it down on Jiang Chaosheng on the throne.
Jiang Chaosheng swung his sickle again.
"Sizzle—"
A crisp sound, like tearing a piece of cloth.
The right hand of the Joyful Ghost Buddha was severed at the wrist and fell from the sky, transforming into strands of black hair that fluttered and scattered in the rain like a black snowfall.
The evil Qilin's pupils shrank suddenly, his face filled with disbelief.
One cut?
Just one cut?
He severed the arm of the Joyful Buddha with a single stroke.
He didn't even have time to think, because he saw... Jiang Chaosheng had already stood up from the dark throne.
The evil Qilin's instincts outpaced its consciousness.
He suddenly controlled the Joyful Buddha to retreat violently, his body drawing a huge arc in the rain.
At the same time, he saw Jiang Chaosheng take a flintlock pistol out of his pocket.
The patterns on the gun body shimmer and rotate, extending from the stock all the way to the muzzle, like some ancient blood vessel pumping power.
"boom--"
Crimson flames erupted from the gun, tearing through the rain and hurtling straight towards the target.
The smiling, joyful Buddha statue used its remaining left hand to block the evil Qilin.
The bullet struck the giant black hand.
"call--"
It's like a burning match being thrown into a pile of cotton.
The left hand of the Joyful Buddha instantly burst into flames.
The flames spread along his fingers to the back of his hand, and then from the back of his hand to his wrist.
The evil Qilin acted decisively, severing the connection with its left hand and peeling the burning hand off the body of the Joyful Ghost Buddha.
In the sky, flames burst forth amidst the rain, as dazzling as fireworks.
The moment the flames dissipated, the evil Qilin saw Jiang Chaosheng, wielding a giant scythe, already shooting towards him.
His eyes were filled with terror.
"Sizzle—"
As the giant scythe swept across, the enormous body of the Joyful Buddha broke into several pieces and collapsed with a crash.
Countless strands of black hair spread out in the air, like a torn piece of black silk.
The evil Qilin still stood on the head of the Joyful Ghost Buddha.
But the head is losing its support, turning into black hair, and dissipating.
His feet lost their footing, and his body began to fall freely. The wind whistled past his ears, and the rain pelted his face like tiny pebbles.
He saw that Jiang Chaosheng had already raised his flintlock pistol and was pointing it at him.
The scarlet bullet flew from the barrel, leaving a thin streak of light in the rain.
In that instant, the evil Qilin suddenly gained some enlightenment regarding Buddhist teachings.
He loosened the Heavenly King Demon-Suppressing Umbrella in his hand, clasped his hands together, and a relieved smile appeared on his lips.
"So... it was this humble monk who was attached to appearances."
The desire for ultimate bliss creates an obsession.
If you have attachments, you cannot become a Buddha.
If one cannot become a Buddha, then where does the Joyful Buddha come from?
It turned out that it was just dust that had been stirred up on the Spirit Realm Platform.
"boom--"
Gunshots rang out in the rain.
A tragic cloud of blood mist emanated from the evil Qilin's chest.
He tilted his head, his hands hanging naturally at his sides, and fell from the air.
The Heavenly King Demon-Suppressing Umbrella slowly drifted down beside him, its surface swirling in the wind like a butterfly that couldn't find its way home.
"Thump—"
A dull thud as it landed.
Rainwater mixed with mud splashed up and fell back onto him.
Blood seeped from beneath him and spread in the rain.
The Heavenly King Demon-Suppressing Umbrella spun and landed beside him, its handle embedded in the soil, standing firmly.
A tall, red figure emerged from the umbrella.
An eight-foot-tall bride.
She knelt in the mud, frantically pushing and shoving the evil Qilin's body, over and over again.
Her red wedding dress was soaked with mud and stained, but she was completely unaware.
Her fingers slipped through his collar, grabbed his shoulders, and shook him violently.
"My lord..."
The sound was shrill, as if it came from the deepest depths of the earth.
Jiang Chaosheng landed, picked up the Heavenly King Demon-Suppressing Umbrella, and looked at the eight-foot-tall bride.
This was the first time he had seen this 3,000-year-old vengeful ghost.
A vengeful ghost... has actually developed feelings?
How exactly did the Evil Qilin manage to do that?
Unfortunately, he was not a poet and could not write the poignant story between the thousand-year-old vengeful ghost and the young monk.
The eight-foot-tall bride suddenly raised her head and looked up at the sky.
Something was shimmering beneath the red veil.
"My lord..."
A tear slid down from under the red veil, landing silently in the mud.
"ah!!!!!"
She suddenly stretched her hand towards the sky, and a surge of yin energy poured out from her palm.
Jiang Chaosheng realized something and looked up.
With the naked eye, one can see nothing.
He opened the Heavenly King Demon-Suppressing Umbrella and looked through the canopy again—this time he could see clearly.
In the sky, the ghostly Qilin with its empty eyes drifted in a certain direction.
Crimson yin energy rose from the ground, like a giant hand, gripping the ghost of the evil Qilin tightly and desperately pulling it downwards.
The place the evil Qilin is heading to is the Avici Hell.
When a person dies, they go to the underworld.
Of the four realms of the underworld, three have been destroyed, leaving only the Avici Hell.
The place where the evil Qilin's soul returns must be the Avici Hell.
Jiang Chaosheng did not disturb the eight-foot-tall bride.
He stood there in the rain, holding his umbrella, watching quietly.
It's still raining.
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