Chapter 457: The Flexibility of Buddhist Law
“Amitabha, I hope the young hero will show mercy under the blade!”
With a magnificent Buddhist chant, a brilliant golden light invaded the eyes of everyone present.
People rubbed their eyes and looked up at the sky, only to see a plump monk sitting on a lotus platform, gazing down at all beings with a face full of compassion.
“Great Thunder Sound Temple has finally shown itself.”
Zhou Tong’s lips curled into a smile, his gaze locking onto the figure, instantly discerning their realm.
It was actually the Sage Eighth Layer!
In the realm of Advanced Sages, the difference of a single layer was like that between heaven and earth.
Typically, a Sage of the Eighth Layer could easily handle three Sages of the Seventh Layer, while a Sage just entering the Ninth Layer could easily defeat five Eighth Layer Sages.
As for a Peak Sage, that was an entirely different concept. It was said that only another Peak Sage could defeat a Peak Sage!
“Who are you?”
Zhou Tong asked, meeting the other’s gaze without the slightest concern for their astounding aura.
“I am Pure Joy Buddha, sent by the Buddha Patriarch to guide the awakened Holy Son. I implore the young hero to show some kindness and spare his life!”
Hearing this, Zhou Tong raised an eyebrow.
He had some understanding of the ranking of the Buddhas in the Great Thunder Sound Temple.
Ancient Buddha of the Burning Lamp, Medicine Master Luminous King Buddha, Shakyamuni Buddha, Buddhas of the Past, Present, and Future, and then Pure Joy Buddha!
While this ranking wasn’t entirely determined by strength, it still reflected much.
In the Great Thunder Sound Temple, an Eighth Layer Sage could only rank fifth, which implied an abundance of experts.
“Young hero, please return my Holy Son!”
The other spoke again, this time with a hint of wind and thunder, clearly intending to intimidate. Zhou Tong, however, was not swayed.
“I can return him, but return my parents first!”
He proposed a condition, which predictably received a direct refusal.
“Those two have a connection with my Buddha, please forgive this monk for not being able to return them.”
“How convenient!”
Zhou Tong couldn’t help but laugh. He looked at Netherworld Master and said, “This person is my enemy, so I’m afraid I can’t show mercy!”
“Amitabha, when will grudges be resolved? Have you not heard that by laying down the butcher’s knife, one can become a Buddha? If you persist in your slaughter, you will surely descend into the Nine Oblivions!”
Upon hearing this, Zhou Tong couldn’t help but laugh, but if Zhe Mei were present, she would certainly be in tears.
Please, don’t let this one end up in hell!
“You hypocritical thing!”
Zhou Tong scolded with a laugh, without a shred of respect in his eyes, then turned and struck, directly smashing one of Netherworld Master’s arms.
“Amitabha!”
There was already anger in the voice of Pure Joy Buddha as he said, “It seems the young hero is determined to remain obstinate!”
“So what? Today he will die!”
“Then don’t blame this poor monk for being merciless with the Buddhist law!”
As the words fell, the other exuded an astonishing aura.
“Are you going to strike for him? When will grudges be resolved?” Zhou Tong laughed, using their words to slap their face.
“Amitabha, young hero, your thirst for blood has made you a demon. For the sake of all beings, this poor monk can only take action!”
In an instant, the light of the Buddha was boundless, engulfing the universe. The Buddha’s form swelled against the wind, growing to a height of a thousand feet, looking down at all as if they were mere ants.
“Benefactor, you have one last opportunity. Repent of your sins, take refuge in my Buddha, and you can save your life!”
“I’ve heard enough of your rhetoric!”
Zhou Tong drew the Three-pronged Double-edged Saber and swept it through the void, causing all the Buddha light to collapse and turn into tiny dust!
