Legend of the Great Sage

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Li Qingshan reached into his clothes and grabbed the Mountain-moving tablet, swinging it towards the spiritual mountain.

At that instant, a huge rumble rang through the world.
Under the cold moon, the spiritual mountain actually tipped slowly, falling towards the Sangharama God.

The Sangharama God was dumbstruck.
“No, that’s impossible! That’s completely impossible! How can a mere guardian possess such power?”

“You can pray again now.” Li Qingshan sneered, copying the Sangharama God’s voice.
“Please forgive my uselessness, even failing to protect the Great Thunderclap temple.
Boohoohoo! Hahahaha!”

The Sangharama God just watched as the mountain fell towards him.
If he tried to dodge, he could obviously avoid it, except that was the spiritual mountain!

Protecting this Nālandā temple had once been his first order.
Every single tile and brick, blade of grass and tree, carried great wishes and glory.
It was not something that an outsider could understand.

He let out a furious bellow.
Not only did he stay put, but he even spread his arms, using his chest to block the tipping mountain forcefully, using all of his divine strength to hold up the spiritual mountain.

The Upraised Light abbot watched on blankly.
Suddenly, tears began to roll down his cheeks uncontrollably.
He extended his hand as if he wanted to lend a hand to the Sangharama God!

Rumble! Under the collision and crushing of the two forces, countless buildings collapsed.
The statues and murals shattered to pieces.

Veins popped on the Sangharama God’s forehead as his muscles rippled, forcefully stopping the spiritual mountain.
He tried to straighten it out again, but he destroyed even more buildings.

He was outraged, grinding his teeth.
“Li- Qing- Shan!”

The Lion’s Roar was already filled with a sense of violence and malice now.

Li Qingshan was blown far away.
His bones cracked all over, covered with fractures.
He spat out some blood to the side.
“Very good.
You’ve finally remembered my name!” It set off his viciousness even more.
“Even if I die here today, I’ll have you know what pain is!”

Earth, fire, wind, and fire, the ox, tiger, qilin, and turtle, the small world revolved at full speed.
Li Qingshan poured all of his power into the Mountain-moving tablet before swinging it viciously at the spiritual mountain.
“Fall!”

Under the order, the spiritual mountain continued to tip, and the Sangharama God gradually gave way.
He widened his eyes in despair.
In a daze, he saw a colossal figure behind Li Qingshan, gazing at him with its orangey-yellow, tiger-like eyes.

“The Mountain-moving Great Sage!”

In the distant land beyond the ocean, the scarlet and golden eyes blinked.
“Foolish lion…” He unconsciously stopped smiling.
“Fourth brother…”

The Upraised Light abbot could no longer stand it anymore.
He called out, “Li Qingshan, stop! Stop right now! If this continues, it’ll all be destroyed! It’ll all be destroyed!” He covered his face and wept.
Before he knew it, he had already become as old as when Li Qingshan had first met him.

Li Qingshan released him.
“Monk, I’ll hold him off here.
You go! Spread the truth that you discovered here and at least we wouldn't have made our trip in vain!”

He was not sure what the Upraised Light abbot had discovered from the Great Thunderclap temple that had made him waver so much, but in short, it probably was not beneficial to buddhism.

“No, I can’t!” The Upraised Light abbot was fearful and uneasy.

Li Qingshan stared at him.
“Then kill me! If you want to protect the spiritual mountain and protect buddhism, that is the easiest way.” He was channelling all of his powers into the Mountain-moving tablet right now, so he could not resist at all.

“I can’t.” The Upraised Light abbot shook his head.

“Sigh, why must you make things so difficult for yourself?”

Li Qingshan suddenly took a step forward and pressed the Mountain-moving tablet down inch by inch, resolutely contending against a god!

Under the pressure of the two divine forces, the spiritual mountain gradually fragmented, collapsing with a rumble.

The Sangharama God roared furiously and refused to give up.
He was swallowed by the several million tonnes of earth.

The spiritual mountain collapsed.

The great halls, treasured buildings, and bell towers;

The heavenly maidens, the dragons and elephants, and the scriptures;

The bodhisattvas, the arhats, and the wisdom kings;

Dust returned to dust, and earth returned to earth.