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Chapter 67 The Sweeping Monk Tang Sanzang! The Vulture Peak reveals all its trump cards, and the Eig

Outside the South Heavenly Gate.

The wind blew through the white jade pillar, making a whistling sound.

Guanyin Bodhisattva stood in front of the gate, holding the pure glass bottle in her hand very steadily, but her knuckles were already white from gripping it so tightly.

After saying "King Li has taken sick leave," Mo Liqing took a step back.

The door made a dull thud.

It's closed.

Strictly true.

Not even a crack was left.

Guanyin stared at the tightly closed jade door for a long time.

She did not force her way in. Forcing her way in through the Southern Heavenly Gate would be tantamount to declaring war on the Heavenly Court. The Buddhist sect was already in a state of chaos and absolutely could not afford to push the Heavenly Court to the opposite side completely.

The Jade Emperor's attitude is now clear.

If you Buddhist sects want to prosper, then go and wade into these muddy waters yourselves. The Heavenly Court is no longer involved.

Guanyin turned around, and lotus flowers bloomed beneath her feet, transforming into a stream of light that headed straight for the Western Paradise.

Great Thunder Temple.

The atmosphere in the main hall was so oppressive that it was hard to breathe.

Guanyin repeated the Heavenly Court's reply verbatim.

The Bodhisattvas, Arhats, and Vajras on both sides of the main hall all changed their expressions.

"Absurd!" The Arhat Subduing Dragon took a step forward, his eyes wide with anger. "The dignified ruler of the Three Realms actually claims to have caught a minor cold? This is clearly a mockery of Buddhism!"

"Li Jing lost the Exquisite Pagoda, and instead of reflecting on his mistakes at home, he went to ask for sick leave?" The Arhat Subduing Tiger also stepped forward.

The Buddha sat on a lotus throne.

He didn't say anything.

Those golden eyes revealed no emotion.

But everyone in the hall knew that Buddha was angry.

"The Heavenly Court stood idly by, as expected," Buddha said slowly, his voice echoing in the hall.

"The journey to the West is a matter for our Buddhist community. Since they are unwilling to get involved, we will take matters into our own hands."

The Buddha raised his right hand.

Golden light gathered in his palm.

"Tang Sanzang was trapped in the Wuwu Mountain Villa and lost his true self. This was a great tribulation on his journey to obtain the scriptures."

"Lu Chen's origins are unknown, and his methods are unpredictable. We can no longer deal with him using conventional methods."

The Buddha's gaze swept across the area below the main hall.

Finally, the object landed on the eighteen golden Arhats in the front row.

"Eighteen Arhats, heed my command!"

The eighteen Arhats, including the Dragon Subduer and Tiger Tamer, stepped forward together and clasped their hands in prayer.

"Disciple is here!"

"You eighteen people, along with three thousand Jiedi and five hundred Arhats, shall immediately proceed to Wuwu Mountain Villa."

With a flick of his hand, the Buddha sent a golden decree into the hands of the Arhat Subduing Dragon.

"Don't fight Lu Chen one-on-one. His strange power grows stronger when he faces a stronger opponent."

"Upon arrival, immediately establish the Eighteen Arhats Subduing Demons Formation."

"Use an array to seal off the heavens and earth, and refine the entire valley. Bring Tang Sanzang back to me."

The Arhat Subduing Dragon received the decree with both hands, his voice booming.

"I will humbly obey the Buddha's teachings!"

The Buddha's light shone brightly inside the main hall.

The eighteen Arhats, carrying the wrath of all the Buddhas in the sky, descended to the mortal realm in a grand procession.

……

Wuwu Mountain Villa.

The morning sunlight streamed into the courtyard.

Tang Sanzang was sweeping the floor with a bamboo broom.

He swept very slowly.

a bit.

Two times.

Every sweep of the broom stirs up a small pile of dust and fallen leaves.

He didn't use any magic or any special technique. It was just the most ordinary sweeping motion.

The hedgehog spirit curled up into a ball, sunbathing in the corner of the yard. When Tang Sanzang swept past it, he paused for a moment and went around it.

The hedgehog spirit poked half its head out, somewhat flattered.

In the past, when those great monks saw demons, they would either shout to kill them or simply capture them and use them as mounts.

This monk was actually afraid that the broom would get it dirty.

"Master," the hedgehog spirit whispered.

Tang Sanzang stopped what he was doing, put his hands together, and bowed slightly.

"Is there something you need, young benefactor?"

"You...you are really Tang Sanzang, the monk who went to the Western Paradise to obtain Buddhist scriptures?" The hedgehog spirit blinked its beady eyes.

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"I used to be," Tang Sanzang smiled, "Now I'm a handyman at Wuwu Manor."

The hedgehog spirit scratched its head, somewhat puzzled.

The pilgrims on their journey to the West were so impressive, yet here they're willing to sweep the floor?

Pigsy carried a rake over from the vegetable garden, plopped down on a stone stool, and took a big gulp of the cold tea on the table.

"Master, take a break. This courtyard isn't that big, and you've already swept it three times."

Tang Sanzang stood up straight, holding a broom.

"Sweeping the floor is also sweeping away the worries in your heart."

"When the outside is swept clean, the dust in your heart also disappears."

Pigsy curled his lip.

"Master, are you really not planning to leave? If the Buddhist sect knew you were sweeping the floor here, they'd probably be furious."

"Whether they vomit blood or not is none of my concern," Tang Sanzang said, leaning his broom against the wall. "I have traveled across most of Jambudvipa and witnessed far too much suffering. Whether the scriptures of the Western Paradise can save people, I do not know."

"But I know that this courtyard can allow one to live like a human being."

He had just finished saying that.

The world has changed.

One second it was a clear blue sky.

The next second, golden light pierced through the clouds and pressed down directly on the sky above Wuwu Manor.

This golden light was different from the golden light of the Heavenly Court, which carried an aura of solemnity and killing intent.

It carries a kind of peacefulness that makes you feel drowsy.

The sound of chanting came from mid-air.

The sound of thousands of people chanting Buddhist scriptures at the same time.

The sound wasn't loud, but it had extremely strong penetrating power.

It drills directly into a person's brain.

The lesser demons in the courtyard, such as the deer spirit and the hedgehog spirit, immediately covered their ears and rolled on the ground upon hearing the chanting.

"It hurts... my head hurts so much..." the deer spirit cried out in pain.

This is not an ordinary Buddhist scripture.

This is the sacred chanting of Lingshan.

It's called "conversion," but it's actually forced brainwashing. People with weak minds will lose themselves upon hearing it and become mindless zombies who only know how to chant Buddhist mantras.

Sun Wukong jumped down from the roof and instantly grasped the golden cudgel in his hand.

His eyes flashed with golden light as he stared at the clouds in the sky.

"What a grand display."

The clouds dispersed.

Eighteen Arhats, radiating dazzling golden light, stood in mid-air according to specific positions.

The Arhat Subduing Dragon rode on a golden dragon shadow, looking down over the valley from a high vantage point.

Behind him stood three thousand Jiedi and five hundred Arhats, densely packed together.

The entire sky was filled with people from Lingshan.

The sense of oppression was even stronger than that of the 100,000 heavenly soldiers from the Heavenly Court before.

Because the heavenly soldiers were skilled in using formations to charge into battle, while the Buddhist monks were all chanting scriptures.

The chanting of sacred sounds gathered together, forming a golden bell-shaped shield that was visible to the naked eye, and it was slowly descending towards the valley.

"The Demon-Subduing Formation".

Sun Wukong gritted his teeth.

"These bald monks are really going all out. Eighteen Arhats set up an array together; they're trying to refine the entire valley, people and land, together."

Nezha ascended into the sky on his Wind-Fire Wheels, pointing his Fire-Tipped Spear.

"I don't care what formation it is! Let's just make a hole first!"

Just as Nezha was about to rush forward, a hand pressed down on his shoulder.

The land sank.

Lu Chen walked out of the courtyard at some point, still holding that broken wooden stick in his hand.

"You rest." Lu Chen pulled Nezha behind him.

He looked up at the Arhat who subdued the dragon in the sky.

"Monk."

Lu Chen spoke.

His voice wasn't loud, but it miraculously drowned out the chanting that filled the air.

"You guys are disturbing my sleep."

The Arhat Subduing Dragon looked coldly at Lu Chen.

He was not as arrogant as the giant spirit. Before he left, Buddha had instructed him not to fight alone.

"Lu Chen." The Arhat Subduing Dragon clasped his hands together, his voice booming through the heavens.

"You have defied the will of Heaven and obstructed the great undertaking of obtaining the scriptures. Today, we are here by the decree of the Buddha to set up this Great Formation of the Eighteen Arhats to Subdue Demons."

"This formation is the Great Protector Formation of Mount Ling. It does not rely on brute force, but only traps the soul."

"If you know what's good for you, hand over Tang Sanzang. We'll only take people, not lives."