Chapter 41 Ideals, Reality, and Science Fiction (Please continue reading!!!)

“My second uncle had a son, my cousin, named Yang Tian. He had exceptional martial arts talent, but he was killed by the Supreme True Buddha Sect during a mission, and they collected his thoughts.”

“After that, my second uncle became obsessed with finding traces of the Supreme True Buddha Sect. It was his obsession, and he was practically possessed by a demon.”

“This battle is getting tricky…”

Zhang Chongba quickly explained the situation to Ji Jingqiu and told him to evacuate with the Security Bureau.

“Commissioner Zhang, aren’t we leaving the drone behind?” Deputy Director Jin asked Dao. “It can still provide cover for you.”

Zhang Chongba shook his head and said:

“Suppressive firepower is meaningless against this thing. Only the four of us at the Fourth Realm Martial Artist level can damage it. Among us, A-dao inflicted the most damage.”

“Did you see the golden flames that exploded just now? They were essentially a ‘god’ raised by A-dao.”

Deputy Director Jin wiped his brow: “Commissioner Zhang, shouldn’t we ask the local deities of Taian City for help? We do have a few enshrined here…”

“I have issued a mandatory conscription order!”

Zhang Chongba interrupted Dao,

“The local deities are on their way. You must take my brother and safely retreat to the upper city!”

We will do everything in our power to contain the fighting within a few miles.

Ji Jingqiu, who was standing to the side, remained silent.

It wasn’t that he didn’t want to leave; it was obvious that he couldn’t handle that thing, and staying would only get him in the way.

But Bodhi Little Tree clearly had its own thoughts, and was constantly conveying joy to him, joy and more joy.

He glanced at the interior when he had a moment to spare.

I found Gian huddled in a corner, covering his head, practically ready to dig a hole and bury himself in it. He clearly had a complete childhood.

The bodhi little tree swayed happily, its whole body radiating a bluish-green light, clear and misty.

Ji Jingqiu hesitated for a moment, then silently asked Bodhi Little Tree for a solution.

If it’s like that jade Buddha, then he’s confident that Bodhi Little Tree can suppress the opponent.

However, this Buddha, who appears pure white on the outside but is actually pure black on the inside, is not easy to deal with at first glance. Even the four Martial Artists of the Four Realms could only hurt him. It would be difficult for them to even get close to him, let alone use him as fertilizer.

Unless the other party, like Li Buyi, actively feeds him and enters his inner world.

But ideals are often grand, while reality is often harsh.

Little Tree’s answer, however, was more science fiction-like—

Spread the net, and the birds will fly right in.

Ji Jingqiu followed bodhi’s instructions and took her seat, spreading out her net and waiting for the fledglings to fall into it.

…

Zhang Chongba rushed over.

Cold Blade stood before him, frowning as he looked at the man who was being protected by the pure white Buddha.

They could sense that the members of the Supreme True Buddha Sect below were in poor condition and low on health, which presented them with an opportunity.

Even if they are not opponents, as long as they drag it out until the latter’s Origin is exhausted, this Dao Evil Buddha Divided Soul will become a rootless duckweed.

“Time is of the essence. I am currently guiding the local deities to our destination. Please hold on for a while,” Zhang Chongba said in a deep voice.

“Alright.” Cold Blade answered crisply, and after a moment of preparation, he unleashed another slash, suppressing the evil Buddha who was expelling the golden flames from his body.

Under their gaze, the man who had been used as a furnace for the evil Buddha suddenly became emaciated, as if his blood and qi had been extracted from his entire body.

At the same time, a blazing, pure white light burst forth, sweeping away and exorcising the Saber Intent that Cold Blade had embedded within it.

A pure white Buddha sits cross-legged in Void Realm, one hand raised, holding a flower and smiling, instantly eliciting a grand Buddhist chant!

It’s called Buddhist chanting, but it’s actually demonic music washing your ears!

Even though Cold Blade managed to dispel the demonic sound by merging the spirit within the blade, he couldn’t stop all the creatures within a mile radius of the Pure White Buddha from becoming incense sticks before the Buddha!

If the lower-level areas hadn’t had a relatively low population density, thousands of people would have died!

Witnessing dozens or even hundreds of people become candles before the Buddha in just a moment, Cold Blade’s face was filled with grief. He opened his clothes, took blood from his heart with the tip of his knife, and forcibly activated the spirit within the blade.

Federal Martial Arts believes that all things possess a spirit.

The ultimate spirituality is divinity.

The so-called “lamp of the heart” is a highly concentrated expression of spirituality.

When the lamp of the heart burns at its brightest, and spirituality is sublimated to its most brilliant moment, pure divinity is born from it.

This is the so-called God of War.

Only attacks imbued with spirituality and divinity can harm this pure spiritual body integration.

Zhang Chongba didn’t move, but he was already covered in sweat.

He used himself as a coordinate to guide several local deities of East 3 Huang Star to leap down from the Mind Sea.

Deities cannot directly traverse reality; they must rely on something.

Just like the evil Buddha, who is currently attached to the Supreme True Buddha Sect member below.

After receiving offerings from humans, the evil Buddha shone brightly, and its aura swelled considerably.

Strange, illusory faces appeared all around him, filled with compassion, looking both sacred and sinister, like the phantoms of ten thousand Buddhas.

It solemnly proclaims: “If I attain Bodhi in the future, my own light will shine without bounds, and I will be the only Supreme True Buddha in the world!”

In an instant, the pure white flames, like a tidal wave, seemed to wash away the impurities of the world, transforming into an endless sea of ​​fire that surged in all directions.

Seeing this, Zhang Chongba and Cold Blade both looked very unhappy.

This evil Buddha, Clone, is desperately draining the followers beneath him, unleashing his power to the fullest and releasing pure Buddhist fire.

Once this pure white flame wave spreads, every living being touched by it, even in the slightest, will become its incense and candles!

This thing wants to establish a coordinate in this area, so that even if no one guides it, it can descend and manifest based on the coordinate!

The Supreme True Buddha Sect certainly has grand schemes up its sleeve on this planet!

The spirit of Yang Yan, like a celestial fire rising against the current, is pure and boundless. He opens the fist with his fist, going against the current, pouring all the emotions accumulated over countless years into this punch.

That was pain, torment, hatred, sorrow, and despair…

Countless complex emotions were poured into Fist Intent, like iron cavalry carving a path through a sea of ​​fire and suppressing its full-scale eruption.

then.

The old man stepped forward, Aura fierce and tough, offering a punch to the god.

His pale beard and hair flew like a lion’s, and his angry eyes shone with golden light, as if he were a god in the sky!

Interrupted from casting the spell, the pure white Buddha revealed its Vajra wrath, its body radiating white light that could not tolerate any other color, which transformed into a Buddha’s palm and slammed down, seemingly about to crush the old man to death with a single blow!

Upon seeing this, Zhang Chongba was horrified, and he almost lost his composure.

It wasn’t because of the Buddha’s angry expression, but because of the old man’s disregard for life and death.

He opened his mouth to speak, but stopped abruptly halfway through.

He had no words to stop a father who was willing to die to avenge his son.

Finally, Zhang Chongba coughed up a heavy sigh, finally drawing several local deities from the depths of the Mind Sea to drink the Dao:

“With the Evil Buddha in front, please have the three True Gods flanking him!”

The three phantom figures of red, blue, and white stood behind Zhang Chongba; they were the three gods well-known to every household in Taian City.

Although it’s only the fourth rank of gods, the lowest level, East 3 Huang Star is still their territory. Joining forces to expel this wisp of evil Buddha Divine Thought is enough.

The three deities bowed slightly.

“I will obey the orders of the Inspector General.”

Under Zhang Chongba’s cold gaze, Wu Di, who came from Xingchen Group, had no choice but to bite the bullet and follow the old man below, who was willing to risk his life to offer his fist to the god, to protect him.

Seeing this, Cold Blade did not strike again, but began to meditate, preparing for the final blow.

To deal with such so-called “gods,” all material attacks are useless; they can only be suppressed or driven away. Not to mention killing them, even permanently weakening them is difficult to achieve.

Unless you grasp their core, as long as their status doesn’t fall and their origins remain intact, they are immortal!

Just like Mr. Yang at this moment, his fists and intentions were still magnificent. With his iron fists, he kept smashing the pure white evil Buddha, blasting it into countless scattered white lights.

But in the end, it was all in vain. Like scattering a cloud, it’s just a matter of the cloud gathering and dispersing, and it doesn’t actually harm the root cause…

Yangyan was well aware of this.

But so what?

Because it’s useless.

So you’re not going to throw the punch?

Are you just going to let this grudge that’s been building up for over twenty years go unpunished?!

My son died for nothing?!

All my years of perseverance are going to be for nothing?!

Yang Yan, who used secret techniques to elevate his spirituality to the extreme, had eyes that shone with golden light, Qi- like energy rising, and he kept throwing punches.

He threw punch after punch, seemingly fierce but ultimately fruitless. Yet his expression remained unchanged, nonchalant, without the slightest hint of dejection or discouragement. He simply threw punches with thunderous force, each one more ferocious and fearless than the last!

The more this happened, the more heartbroken Zhang Chongba felt, his heart heavy with sorrow.

An unprecedented sense of frustration and resentment filled the chest of this utterly ruthless man.

Even Wu Di, who was unaware of the situation, felt a sense of respect for Yang Yan, whom he didn’t know at the moment, despite not understanding his actions, and felt sad and lonely.

That’s how Dao is in this world.

There are some people and some things that you can’t risk your life and throw a hundred or a thousand punches at to get rid of them.

Some things, if they can’t be done, they simply can’t be done.

Even if a celestial being were to descend today, what could they do to this evil Buddha?

It’s just a matter of expelling them or breaking up the Clone.

It’s more like a fairy tale that you can achieve anything with just hard work…

That’s why Zhang Chongba ordered his men to surround the evil Buddha and let Yang Yan just keep throwing punches.

Even if things don’t turn out as planned in the end, all those punches must at least make you feel a little better, right?

…

As time passed by, little by little.

Yang Yan’s fists rained down, gradually disintegrating the Evil Buddha Clone, causing it to continuously collapse, recover, collapse, and recover, in an endless cycle!

Gradually, however, everyone was shocked to discover—

Why is this evil Buddha, which keeps getting smashed, getting smaller and smaller?

Where did his Origin go?!

At this moment, Yang Yan’s spirit surged, and he punched upwards.

With a single punch, the countless shrunken pure white Buddha statues and the rain-soaked sky were completely driven away and scattered with a crash!

After the punch was thrown, the old man stood there stunned, his flames slowly fading away.

It was as if at this moment I saw that wisp of parental love that I had knocked off the evil god.

He was still the same person he was back then, smiling and waving goodbye, turning around, just like when he grew up and walked alone into the distance.

Suddenly, tears streamed down Yang Yan’s face, yet he was also filled with joy and contentment!

How wonderful! How wonderful!

Although he didn’t understand what had happened, he had no regrets in this life!

…

…

A kilometer away.

Deputy Director Jin Dazhong hid behind the wall, peeking out to observe the battle in the distance.

He turned back to look at the boy who insisted on not leaving, and even had the leisure and composure to meditate on Samadhi.

He sighed.

How can this boy be so magnanimous?

Not only did he refuse to leave, but he also insisted on keeping me by his side to look after him.

He began to struggle with whether or not to knock the boy unconscious and carry him back to the upper city, otherwise how would he explain it to Commissioner Zhang if something happened?

In the interior world.

Looking at the little bodhi tree sprouting new branches and leaves, growing taller and taller, and that one… Dao is like swallows thrown into a pot, a wicked Buddha Origin coming to feed them—

Ji Jingqiu deeply realized that besides reality and ideals, there is something else.

It is called: Science Fiction.

Just by lying down, fertilizer is delivered to your door; it’s like sitting by the roadside daydreaming, and a slim-waisted, long-legged young lady offers you milk tea and asks for your WeChat.

It’s finally his turn for this kind of science fiction story!

Like a young man who has accumulated good deeds for many years and finally received his due reward, Ji Jingqiu stood beaming beside the now sapling – like Bodhi Little Tree, counting the “big prize” he had never won in his life:

“One piece, two pieces, three or four pieces, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten pieces…”

“It flew into Bodhi and disappeared!”

Back to writing, the next chapter will probably be around midnight. (This one has been edited.)