bookbashuk Chapter 8, The Great Accomplished Holy Body and Divine Thoughts! [New book, please read!]
Chapter 8, The Great Accomplished Holy Body and Divine Thoughts! [New book, please read!]
The nine dragons pulling the coffin completely escaped the Martian atmosphere.
The dark red wasteland and the ruins of the Great Thunderclap Temple shrank into a single point through the gap in the coffin door, and were eventually swallowed up by the five-colored stream of light.
Inside the coffin, the faint light emanating from the Buddhist artifacts illuminated the faces of more than twenty survivors.
The group was just beginning to recover from the fear of the Crocodile Ancestor.
Gasps, the golden light of Buddhist artifacts, and suppressed sobs intertwined into a chaotic cacophony.
Although the Crocodile Ancestor had perished, Su Ye knew that there was a second unstable thing inside this coffin!
His divine sense silently swept over the deepest, most shadowy corner inside the coffin.
There huddled there an amorphous humanoid silhouette, devoid of breath, body temperature, and any fluctuation of cultivation power.
This is the divine thought born after the death of the Great Accomplished Holy Body!
His cultivation had already plummeted to rock bottom during the thousands of years of destruction caused by Shakyamuni, but he was still more than capable of dealing with a few mortals.
The divine consciousness seemed to sense Su Ye's divine sense sweeping over it, its outline wriggling slightly before retreating deeper into the shadows.
Su Ye withdrew his divine sense; this divine thought did not pose a threat for the time being.
If He dares to make a move, He wouldn't mind taking another stroke of luck along the way... However, that's unlikely.
If we push Him too far, he might recall his past life's fruits, which would waste a backup plan to deal with the dark turmoil.
The atmosphere inside the coffin gradually eased, and everyone lowered their heads to examine the Buddhist artifacts in their hands.
The Buddhist artifact emitted a soft golden light, and warmth spread along the palm, giving everyone the illusion that they had the power to protect themselves, and even the confidence to be "extraordinary"!
As Liu Yunzhi touched the dark red marks on the Vajra Pestle and felt the warmth emanating from it, his expression gradually changed.
He turned his head, lowered his voice, and said to Li Changqing beside him, "This Buddhist artifact can automatically protect its owner; you've seen its power."
"Furthermore, that Taoist priest possesses the ability to store items; he must have many more secrets!"
Li Changqing squeezed the small bronze lamp in his hand.
The rim of the cup was missing a piece, but the Buddha's light was still dazzlingly bright.
He glanced at Su Ye, who was sitting cross-legged with his eyes closed, and lowered his voice, saying, "No matter how powerful he is, he's just one person. We all have Buddhist artifacts now, what can he do to us?"
The two exchanged a glance.
People who have lived in a society governed by the rule of law for more than 20 years still retain the ingrained mindset of "the power of numbers" and "the law does not punish the masses".
In their perception, Su Ye's extraordinary power was closer to that of a "Taoist who knows kung fu" than a "cultivator who can kill people at will."
This cognitive bias, coupled with the false faith given by the Buddhist artifacts in their hands, gave rise to deadly greed.
Liu Yunzhi began to make connections in a low voice.
Find the timid first.
"Do you want to be able to protect yourself?"
To further incite sentiments of fairness.
"Isn't it selfish of him to keep the martial arts techniques hidden?"
Ultimately, it hijacks collective interests.
"We are all in the same boat now, a community with a shared future, and resources must be shared!"
After a dozen minutes of whispering, the atmosphere inside the coffin suddenly changed.
Liu Yunzhi was the first to speak.
He stood up, holding the vajra to his chest, and said in a deliberately frank and warm tone, "Everyone, our future is uncertain, and we don't know what dangers await us at the next stop."
"Since Master Su possesses the method of cultivating immortality, why doesn't he share it?"
"If everyone cultivates together, their chances of survival are much greater. Isn't that better for everyone?"
Li Changqing immediately chimed in, "That's right!"
"No matter how powerful he is, he can't protect everyone alone. Only with more people possessing cultivation can everyone look after each other!"
As he spoke, he glanced at Su Ye out of the corner of his eye. Seeing that the other party was still sitting cross-legged with his eyes closed and had no reaction, he became even bolder.
The dozen or so people, spurred on, began to chatter amongst themselves.
Some were genuinely convinced: "Taoist Master, just show us your techniques! We're all in this together!"
Some people are using this opportunity to vent their fear: "You're so amazing, it won't hurt you to teach us!"
Many people simply follow the crowd, and the louder they shout, the more they feel they are right.
Pang Bo suddenly stood up, slammed his staff into the ground, and the nine copper rings clanged loudly: "Have you no shame?!"
"The Taoist priest led us all the way, helping us obtain Buddhist artifacts to save our lives, and now you're turning around and forcing him to hand over his cultivation techniques!"
"Have you lost your conscience?!"
Ye Fan pressed down on Pang Bo's shoulder, pulled him to his side, and stepped forward, his voice cutting through the noise: "The cultivation technique is the Daoist's private property; whether or not to give it to him is his prerogative."
"We have already received enough kindness; we should not push our luck."
This was the moment Liu Yunzhi had been waiting for.
He sneered, his words aimed directly at Ye Fan, saying, "Ye Fan, are you speaking up for him like this because you've already received benefits from him?"
"I remember you struck up a conversation with him back in Mount Tai. You two knew each other before, right?"
Li Changqing added fuel to the fire, saying, "Maybe Ye Fan has already secretly started cultivating, otherwise why was he so calm when danger struck just now?"
The incited crowd turned their gazes to Ye Fan.
Once suspicion is planted, it can take root without evidence.
Lin Jia panicked, took two steps forward to block Ye Fan's path, and shouted, "Ye Fan isn't that kind of person!"
"Don't talk nonsense!"
Zhou Yi frowned and began to mediate, saying, "Now is not the time for infighting, everyone calm down!"
But the sound was drowned out by the cacophony of voices.
The crowd drew ever closer.
The cacophony of advice turned into a cacophony of interrogations, as a dozen Buddhist artifacts shone with golden light, casting distorted shadows on the coffin walls.
Seeing that Su Ye remained unmoved, Li Changqing assumed that the other party was afraid of public anger and had become extremely bold.
He stepped forward, pointing the bronze lamp in his hand directly at Su Ye's face, and said, "Daoist Master, don't pretend you can't hear me!"
Before he could finish speaking, Su Ye opened his eyes.
A golden glint flashed in his eyes, and without any warning, he raised his right hand and pointed his index finger out from a distance.
A burst of pale golden divine power, refined to its utmost, shot out through the air at such a speed that everyone could only see a fleeting afterimage.
The bronze lamp in Li Changqing's hand automatically emitted Buddhist light, and a golden protective shield instantly unfolded.
The divine power collided with the protective shield, and a blinding burst of flames exploded at the point of impact.
The bronze lamp trembled violently, several fine cracks appeared on its surface, and its light suddenly dimmed.
Li Changqing was knocked back three steps, his back slamming against the coffin wall.
Before he could even stand firmly, the Buddhist artifact in his hand split in two, the fragments fell to the ground, and the golden light was completely extinguished.
A damaged Buddhist artifact that had been eroded over thousands of years was completely ruined!
The entire room fell silent.
Li Changqing looked down at the broken handle of the bronze lamp in his hand, his lips trembling as he struggled to utter a single word.
Su Ye slowly stood up.
The Taoist robe fluttered slightly inside the windless coffin, and the invisible pressure formed by the overflowing divine power of the Divine Bridge Realm pressed down on everyone like a mountain.
Liu Yunzhi's expression changed drastically. He retreated several steps, holding the Vajra Pestle horizontally in front of his chest. His voice trembled, yet he continued to struggle: "You, you dare to attack us?!"
"We all have Buddhist implements; if we all attack together, we might not be afraid of you!"
He glanced around, trying to pull someone along, but found that no one dared to look at him.
The dozen or so people who were just talking at once were now like chickens with their necks being choked, not daring to breathe.
Su Ye's lips curled into a mocking smile as he sneered, "You think you can threaten me with that incomplete Buddhist artifact?"