Chapter 172: Nuo Ghost Riding the Buddha

Chapter 172: Nuo Ghost Rides the Buddha

"The Yellow Millet Buddha Land of Infinite Prabha, grant me the boundless computational power of Nayutas."

Hui Nan, his entire body a golden hue, covered in minuscule Sanskrit script, resembled a Buddha descended into the mortal realm. Vast karmic computational power flooded his mind, and azure arcs of electricity incessantly exploded from the precept scars atop his skull.

In the monk's eyes, pushed to an overload state, there was no longer a trace of black. A cold, ruthless divinity had utterly suppressed his humanity.

At this moment, Hui Nan feared nothing. He was the Buddha; the Buddha was he!

"In heaven above, on earth below. I alone am the Honored One!"

Amidst the wreckage-strewn lecture hall, two torrents of fist shadows, one black, one gold, collided violently!

Spiderweb-thin cracks spread from beneath their feet; the floor tiles within a radius of two or three zhang shattered entirely, as if an earth dragon had turned over.

A sudden explosion of crackling booms, carrying surging gusts of wind, swept outward in all directions.

The martial monks huddled in the corner of the hall were blown swaying, barely able to keep their footing.

And at the main gate, He Zangjia, who had just been posturing as if to flee, now leaned leisurely against the doorframe, letting out a disdainful cold snort.

"A mere trifling technique let greed blind his eyes, yet he still has the gall to drape Shakyamuni's words over himself? Does this bald donkey even understand the true weight of the title 'Wu Qi Du Fu'?"

Abandoning the massive advantage of 'Mind Reading,' he instead used computational power to amplify his Buddha-body, choosing to engage Wu Qi Du Fu in a frontal slaughter.

In He Zangjia's eyes, Hui Nan's choice could only be described in four words.

Intolerably foolish.

Gate wide open, fists drawn for a head-on clash.

That was the favorite pastime of the Martial Path sequence!

Li Jun's ankles sank deep into the floor, the muscles of his arms popping one by one. He raised his elbow, smashing aside Hui Nan's twin fists.

Fist met elbow, like a drought-thunder detonating within the room.

Whoosh!

Before Li Jun could even step in to close the distance, wind howled above his head again.

The Vajra possessed not just two fists, but four arms!

The Wind Malice Fist was heavy, yet the martial husband merely returned it with a cold, cold smile.

Li Jun's figure sank, and he actually used his shoulder and back to forcibly brace against Hui Nan's swinging, smashing Buddha-arms!

*Thud!*

This muffled sound, like a booming war drum, made the listener's heart race and scalp tingle.

A thought involuntarily surfaced in He Zangjia's mind: if he advanced to Nong Seven, and catalyzed all the acupoints on his back, could he withstand Hui Nan's twin arms swinging down to smash him?

The answer was yes, and he could even swindle a fair bit of money off the opponent in the process.

"Don't go getting any crooked ideas. I'm of the Agricultural sequence; what good farmer has nothing better to do than fight people like this?"

Viscera trembling, hot blood surging.

The unique effect of the Seventh Rank body-forging method, *Severing Bitterness, Locking Tendons*, meant Li Jun felt not a shred of pain; rather, he grew increasingly manic.

Li Jun shrugged his shoulders, his two arms resting on those two exquisitely crafted Seventh Rank Buddha-arms as if draping them over his own.

*Screech.*

A sudden shriek of tortured metal drew a sliver of black—representing humanity—from the depths of Hui Nan's inhuman golden eyes, only for it to be instantly devoured by the golden Buddha-nature in the blink of an eye.

The crushing burden brought by the vast computational power made his own thoughts nearly impossible to move.

"Subdue... the Demon!"

The voice issuing from Hui Nan's mouth was stiff, like a mechanical synthesis, even carrying a faint, crackling static noise.

The two Buddha-instrument arms extending from Hui Nan's spine pressed down violently, risking collapse to suppress Li Jun's movements, while his twin fists blasted out like a violent storm!

*Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!*

Fist shadows raged like terrifying waves, yet they could never extinguish those eyes burning like fire!

"Had enough?"

Hui Nan's pupils suddenly trembled. Two specks of pitch-black ink appeared in his golden irises.

Even that majestic, Buddha-like face stirred, revealing a look of conflicted struggle.

The instinct for survival within his humanity began to wrestle with the icy Buddha-nature for control, face-to-face with death.

"Scared? Then it's my turn!"

*Crack!*

Amidst a violent roar, the two Seventh Rank Buddha-arms finally shattered into a sky full of fragments beneath the technique of *Dividing Tendons, Dislocating Bones*!

"Baji!!"

Li Jun roared, his fist shooting out like a raging dragon, carrying the terrifying force of the perfected Baji Art, slamming into the Vajra's chest.

"Ugh..."

Hui Nan choked out a mouthful of white mixed with gold—no crimson blood to be seen.

His towering frame nearly hunched over until he was eye-level with Li Jun, four gazes locking abruptly.

Those eyes, burning with a piercing bandit's flame, incinerated the fearless, awe-inspiring divinity in Hui Nan's heart until it was clean and dry.

"Senior Brother Abbot, the Buddha Land—"

The thought had just risen when the fist shadows arrived.

Li Jun sank down, drawing his frame like a bow; his twin fists shot forth like loosed arrows. Countless fists hammered upon Hui Nan's Vajra Buddha-body.

Hui Nan could no longer control his body, swaying back and forth within the fist shadows. The terror and shock in his eyes grew ever more distinct; not a shred remained of that "I alone am Honored" arrogance from moments ago.

*Pu-chi!*

Even the Buddha's unique Dharma-body could not withstand such surging force; it cracked and shattered.

Finally, with a harsh, tearing sound like ripping silk, a golden mechanical body engraved with dense Sanskrit was blasted clean out of its flesh-sheath!

*Hum!*

Stripped of his skin, the Monk Hui Nan revealed the 'Natural Wisdom Root' at his brow—a fleshy, blood-infused tendril. That was the foundation and life-gate of the Buddhist Sequence.

The Vajra, now only a mechanical body, endured the bone-piercing agony wracking his form. In mid-air, he raised his arms; his palms flickered with a ghostly light, revealing two grim muzzles.

This Buddhist weapon, similar to a 'Palm Thunder,' had already transcended the category of gunpowder firearms, showing the embryonic form of an energy weapon.

As for its power, Li Jun had already experienced it earlier.

Threatening, but not lethal.

Without the interference of the Ground Buddha Land, this Subduing Demon First Seat, merely at the early stage of Buddha Seven, was simply no match for Li Jun.

*Boom!*

Li Jun's left foot stomped forward, his figure soaring skyward. He lifted his leg, sweeping aside Hui Nan's right hand.

The suddenly erupting energy impact slammed into a support pillar, blasting out a horrifying gap.

At the same time, Hui Nan’s left hand shot out, aiming for Li Jun’s face; the Buddha-light gathering in his palm had yet to discharge when Li Jun’s raised elbow smashed it apart.

Five fingers curled and twisted—though it was a mechanical body, nerves still intertwined within.

The pain connecting to his heart made Hui Nan want to let out a shrill, miserable scream, but the next second, a descending palm covered his face, stuffing the scream back down his throat.

*Boom!*

Hui Nan’s massive frame was slammed directly into the ground by Li Jun, smashing out a giant, deep pit.

Two shots, both missed; Hui Nan now had no means to turn the tables, forced to watch helplessly as Li Jun’s fist intent drew closer inch by inch, until it filled his entire field of vision.

Li Jun’s twin fists fell, each strike faster than the last, hammering into the deep pit.

Rubble across the ground jumped up and down with the trembling earth; the Lecture Hall, having lost its two supporting pillars, swayed precariously, on the verge of collapse.

"Nuo Ghost riding a Buddha... this ruthlessness is for real!"

He Zangjia, standing by the door, stared blankly at the scene before him, muttering to himself.

And those martial monks filling the hall had already slipped away quietly the moment their Abbot’s golden body was broken.

Their movements were so agile that even He Zangjia, who had been ready to pick a couple of them for a spar to make his role more convincing, had no time to stop them.

In the blink of an eye, there was no trace of the Buddha Seven Subduing Demons Abbot, the Dharma Hall Abbot of Luohan Temple, Hui Nan, left in the deep pit.

Only Buddha-blood accumulated at the bottom, deep enough to reach the wrist, and fine, scattered components strewn everywhere.

Li Jun seized Hui Nan’s head with one hand; beneath the neck hung countless dense, severed cable bundles, crackling and popping with sparks and electric arcs.

The Buddha Dao sequence differed from the Soldier Dao sequence; for them, the mechanical body was merely an aid to sever carnal desires—the wisdom root at the brow was the foundation.

Wisdom root unbroken, Vajra undying.

"Let me ask you something: where is the Buddha Land Mainframe of your Luohan Temple?"

Deep sorrow and terror surfaced in Hui Nan’s dim eyes; this madman not only wanted to seize the fruition he had bitterly cultivated all his life, but also sever his chance at nirvana and reincarnation.

The Buddha Land Mainframe recorded the monks’ 'Du Die' (ordination certificates); once the Buddha Land was destroyed, not only would nirvana and reincarnation become empty talk, but even the surviving monks would become 'Wild Monks'—like lonely ghosts.

Only by finding a new temple to affiliate with could they have a chance to cultivate and advance again.

Though Hui Nan currently hated Abbot Hui Xin, he would not betray Luohan Temple.

During the fight just now, Li Jun had already seen that Hui Nan’s thoughts were controlled by computing power, which was why he had blocked him with suicidal desperation.

There were likely power struggles involved, which was why he asked.

Seeing Hui Nan remain silent, Li Jun merely smiled faintly. "Repaying hatred with virtue? Fine, then I’ll let you die a painless death."

Five fingers clenched; the wisdom root shattered.

[Acquired 70 Proficiency Points]

[Consumed 57 Proficiency Points, Cutting Suffering Locking Tendons (Seventh Grade Body Forging) upgraded to Seventh Grade Great Perfection]

[Remaining Proficiency Points: 23]

"Huff."

Li Jun exhaled a breath tinged with blood; he could clearly feel the wounds on his body healing at an extreme speed.

As expected, only someone who can take a beating deserves to be called a Tyrant.

Suddenly, Li Jun’s vision twisted and swayed, a familiar sensation spreading through his heart.

"This is the Terrestrial Buddha Land."

*Crackle.*

A fissure suddenly split the center of the Nuo mask; Li Jun abruptly turned his head, gazing through the broken wall toward the depths of the temple.

"So it was hidden there!"