Chapter 871

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　　“Namo Siddhi, Siddhi, Susiddhi, Siddhikara, Rajayukti, Samamohasiddhi, Ajamasiddhi Svaha…”
　　“Namo Siddhi, Siddhi, Susiddhi…”
　　“Namo Siddhi, Siddhi, Susiddhi…”
　　“……”
　　One stick of incense ago.
　　Outside Dansha Valley, in Cloud-Soaring Country.
　　Abbot Xuanzhi, the eighteen scripture keepers of Yunyin Temple, and more than a hundred monks of Yunyin Temple were sitting at the entrance of the valley. Under the protection of a huge scripture banner, they chanted the Mantra of Invoking the Immovable King again and again.
　　In the chanting sound, huge golden mantra characters climbed all over the peaks and ridges on the periphery of Cinnabar Valley.
　　At the same time, in the sky above Cinnabar Valley, under the overcast clouds, a golden swastika was slowly rotating.
　　As if a small sun was constantly sprinkling Buddha’s light into the valley to resist the blood-red magic energy that was constantly rising from the valley.
　　The place where the magic energy was constantly rising in this valley had a familiar name in the cultivation world of Youyun Tian——
　　Huoyun Temple.
　　“Puff！ ……”
　　At this time, among the chanting monks, an elderly monk sitting in the front row suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood.
　　“Uncle Qingjue, drink some spiritual spring water from Tianchi Lake and let your divine essence adjust for a while.”
　　Xuanzhi stopped chanting, took out a water bag, pulled out the stopper, and handed it to the elderly monk.
　　The elderly monk nodded slightly.
　　However, he only took the water bag and took a sip, and then returned it to Xuanzhi.
　　“The magic energy in Huoyun Temple is getting stronger and stronger. The devil Jingkong should be about to leave the customs ahead of time. Have you informed Youyun Mansion？”
　　The elderly monk asked Xuanzhi.
　　“The disciple has already informed Youyun Mansion, and they replied that they are already selecting cultivators who can fight against Jingkong.”
　　Xuanzhi replied.
　　“Cultivators who can fight against Jingkong？”
　　The monk Qingjue frowned.
　　“In Youyun Heaven nowadays, it is very difficult to find a second cultivator or warrior who can fight against Jingkong except Zhang Tianze.”
　　“Aren’t they probably evading？”
　　Qingjue was a little worried.
　　“Probably not.”
　　Xuanzhi shook his head and then explained：
　　“The original words of the reply from Youyun Mansion to the disciple are that they have already chosen the candidate, and it was personally selected by General Zhang Tianze and the old martial god Zhu Huai.”
　　“I　hope　so.”
　　The monk Qingjue first nodded, and then looked solemnly at the mouth of the valley and said：
　　“However, no matter what, we must never let this devil Jingkong out of the valley, otherwise Tianyuan City will definitely not be able to hold.”
　　“If Tianyuan City cannot be held.”
　　“When the Tianmo Bridge reappears in the world, we will only be able to fight against the Tianmo head-on on the battlefield.”
　　Speaking of this, Qingjue touched his eye that had no eyeball.
　　And then continued with a desolate tone：
“During the last battle between the Heavenly Demons and us, almost all the three thousand monks in Yunyin Temple lost their lives. If the abbot hadn’t been so reluctant and fished in the sea of corpses for seven days and seven nights, I, your senior uncle, might not have come back either.
　　The fact that even the hard-practicing Buddhist sect could feel fear shows the horror of that Heavenly Demon battlefield.
　　“Boom！ ——”
Just as the two were talking, the originally relatively stable demonic energy in Dansha Valley suddenly soared (skyrocketed).
　　“Bang！”
The surging (skyrocketing) demonic energy converged into surging blood-red waves, and the pounding (heavily pounding) on the barrier transformed by the collection of scriptures.
Under the impact of this demonic energy, many of the monks in Yunyin Temple who were chanting the Immovable Vajrasattva Descending Demon Spell fell down on the spot.
“Xuanzhi, Jingkong is about to come out. Hurry up and prepare to form the Immovable Vajrasattva Spell!”
　　Seeing this, Master Qingjue sat down cross-legged and loudly reminded Xuanzhi beside him.
“Okay, senioruncle!”
　　Xuanzhi immediately stood up.
I saw that he first drank the remaining spiritual spring in one gulp, and then, while walking towards the valley entrance with his hands clasped together, he began to chant the Immovable Vajrasattva Spell again.
　　“Boom！”
　　Almost at the same time as he clasped his hands, chanted the spell and stepped out, his blood energy suddenly increased, and his body also grew to three zhang (about ten meters).
“Form the Immovable Vajrasattva Seal!”
　　And the monks of Yunyin Temple behind him, under the guidance of Master Qingjue, all joined their palms and formed seals together.
　　In an instant, golden Buddhist lights fell from the sky and all hit Xuanzhi.
　　Finally, after originally revealing the vajra body, the already huge-bodied Monk Xuanzhi now had a huge illusory shadow of the Dharmakaya of the Immovable Ming King with a height of a thousand feet around his body.
　　“Boom！”
　　After the Dharmakaya of the Immovable Ming King was revealed, under the control of Xuanzhi, the Dharmakaya flipped its hand and slapped a huge golden bowl towards the valley.
　　Overlooking from a high altitude, the entire Huoyun Temple was covered by that golden bowl.
　　And at the exit of the valley, there was still a huge statue of the Immovable Ming King standing, looking down at Huoyun Temple with eyes full of compassion.
　　“Boom！”
　　Just at this time, there was another surge of demonic energy in Huoyun Temple.
But this time, the scripture did not move at all.
　　This was precisely the strongest sealing method of Yunyin Temple, the Demonic Subduing Seal of the Immovable Ming King.
　　After being sealed by the Demonic Subduing Seal of the Immovable Ming King, unless the Immovable Ming King was knocked down, no one could possibly escape from that golden bowl.
　　And the Dharmakaya of the Immovable Ming King was also one of the strongest Dharmakayas in Buddhism, and it was extremely difficult for ordinary cultivators to knock it down.
It was just that the requirements for its were harsh and the person controlling the Dharmakaya must also be in the Vajra Realm.
So before Xuanzhi broke through to the Vajra Realm, only the abbot could perform it.
　　”Bang！”
Just as the demonic energy of Fire Cloud Temple was about to be suppressed, a red like fire lotus suddenly broke through the demonic energy of Fire Cloud Temple and heavily hit on the scripture barrier.
With just one strike, the scripture barrier was smashed open with a hole.
Immediately, that red lotus flew straight to the front of the virtual image of the Immovable King Ming.
　　”You must be Xuanzhi？”
suddenly rang out from within the red lotus.
Xuanzhi didn’t answer, but changed his hand seals and controlled the Immovable King Ming phase using a palm strike to heavily chop on that red lotus.
　　”Bang！”
　　With a loud noise, several petals flew off from that red lotus.
　　But other than that, the red lotus didn’t suffer much damage.
　　”When did the disciples of Cloud Hermitage Temple become so unruly？”
At this time, the aged voice in the red lotus rang out again.
Immediately following, that originally closed red lotus suddenly bloomed open.
Then, with a “boom”, a monk with a physique and tough appearance stood on the lotus heart of the red lotus.
“Amitabha, today I, Jingkong, will instead of your master and teach you what propriety is!”
　　After saying this, the monk’s body suddenly rose.
　　Just like a cultivator who used the Dharma Appearance of Heaven and Earth, in an instant, he became almost as tall as the Asura of Immovable Wisdom.
　　“Boom！ ……”
　　The body of Jing Kong, who had become like a giant, without hesitation, punched the Asura of Immovable Wisdom in front of him.
　　“Bang！”
　　Amid the huge shock, the Asura of Immovable Wisdom, which had originally remained motionless under the impact of the demonic energy, was actually staggered back a step by this punch.
　　And Monk Xuanzhi, who controlled the Asura of Immovable Wisdom, even spat out a mouthful of blood with a “poof” sound.
　　“As expected to be …… the number one devil in Youyun Tian.”
　　Xuanzhi wiped his mouth, and then regardless of his injuries, he clasped his hands again to stabilize the Asura of Immovable Wisdom Dharma Appearance.
　　At the same time, he also muttered in his heart and said：
　　“I hope the reinforcements from Youyun Mansion can come faster. This Asura of Immovable Wisdom can’t hold on for long ……”