Legend of the Great Sage

buddha! The Dauntless abbot even said I’m deep with a buddha nature.
After listening to the Dharma Ceremony of Meditative Chan, I even developed a bit of a heart of chan!”

“Unraging, ignore his nonsense.
Slay the daemon immediately and protect the sect!”

“Intelligence and Dharma Are Equivalent; All Life and the Buddha Are Equal—Fist Seal of Intelligence!”

A Monk King struck out with both fists.
Both hands were curled into fists, while the ten fingers interlocked together into a seal, hurling towards Li Qingshan’s back.

This was the hand seal of Mahāvairocana of the Vajra realm.
It used great wisdom and intellect to tear down the mists and obstacles to enlightenment such that it was unavoidable.
Then it used the strength of a guardian king to obliterate the enemy.
It was one of the greatest techniques of the Chan Monastery of Deva-Nāga

“Bodhidharma Sword of Wisdom!”

The other Monk King lifted up a long sword over a meter and a half in length.
He was small, skinny, and hunched over, like a child wielding an adult’s weapon, which seemed extremely conflicting.
However, his expression was plain and innocent, filled with absolute sincerity as he bowed forwards.
The sword swung down over Li Qingshan’s head.

Right off the bat, he had unleashed the final form of the Bodhidharma Sword, the Boy Bows to the Budda!

If they were not a true buddha, only death awaited them!

At the same time, the eight legions struck at the same time.

The deva was gentle in expression, pure and lofty.
It was just like a god, chanting the scriptures softly.

The nāga flew through the air, brandishing its claws and fangs as it emitted a sonorous dragon’s cry that reached the clouds.

The two sounds seemed to enter Li Qingshan’s head independently from his left and right ear before rumbling and merging together.
It was the ultimate technique of the Chan Monastery of Deva-Nāga, the Chant of Deva-Nāga, but unlike the monks’ Chant of Deva-Nāga, it was much more savage and primitive, having replaced some of the profound dharma with wondrous destructive power.
It stirred up his soul.

The gandharva was graceful in figure and lithe in appearance.
It was only wrapped in a piece of white cloth, but it was enveloped by layers upon layers of churning, colourful mist.
It gave off a heavy fragrance, making people’s heads spin, yet they were also unable to resist sniffing it.
They felt like they were wallowing in a dream.

The asura was the most vigorous and vicious.
It let out a war cry and rushed over with a weapon in hand while having a raging battle spirit.
It was basically no different from a true Asura King, and it was even a little more pure than one.

The yakṣa was no less vicious compared to the asura in terms of appearance.
It had a green face, ferocious fangs, and a pair of horns protruding from its forehead, except its movements were nimble and silent.
It unfurled its wings as it lunged over swiftly.

The kiṁnara had a single horn on its head, singing and dancing about gently as if it was not in a battle but attending a grand banquet.
Its footsteps constantly varied such that it was unpredictable.
It seemed to move slowly, but it had arrived before Li Qingshan in the blink of an eye.
It went for his throat with movements that resembled a dance.

The garuḍa let out a long, anguishing cry and spread its wings, blotting out the sun and exhibiting a solemn appearance.
It went for the back of Li Qingshan’s head with its sharp, shining beak, moving so fast that it was difficult to react to.

The mahoraga had the head of a snake and the body of a human.
It suddenly turned into a huge, black python, opening its mouth that seemed to be hiding endless darkness as it lunged towards Li Qingshan.

The eight legions only came from the mural, but the painter had clearly captured the essence of the eight legions already.
They possessed might of their own, working together flawlessly.
They were enough to hold off ten great cultivators working together, and on Great Buddha mountain, within the World Purifying Formation of Buddha Hymn, their strength only multiplied.

If some ignorant person wanted to break into the Chan Monastery of Deva-Nāga, there was no need for the monks in the temple to do anything; this huge mural alone was enough to make them suffer.
Just how capable had the person who painted this mural been?

What a Five Absolutes Immortal!

Apart from when Qiongqi descended, the current situation was even more dangerous than within the Twelve Citadel Demon Formation of the Ominous in the south.