Chapter 132: Have you seen enough?
Although it was obvious at first glance that something was wrong with the color of the phoenix's wings, and it was most likely that it had fallen into the evil way, but no matter how wrong it was, the essence of the phoenix had not changed.
This mythical race that has existed since the beginning of the world should not be provoked if possible. Although their Bodhi Temple has a long heritage, no matter how long it is, it cannot be compared with the mythical race, especially this mythical race with few members but still alive today.
The Phoenix clan is completely different from the Dragon clan. If they encounter a dragon that does evil outside, even if they capture and kill it, it will basically be no big deal, because its father may not even know that he has such a son, let alone revenge for him.
Even if they knew, they might not care, because there were too many dragon descendants. The long life span brought by the powerful blood of the dragon race was enough to allow any dragon with a slightly purer bloodline to make outstanding contributions to the prosperity of the world.
But the Phoenix clan is different. Compared to the Dragon clan whose bloodline is spread all over the heaven and earth and can be said to be everywhere, the members of the Phoenix clan are dwindling and scarce. It may be a bit presumptuous to say that there are only two or three big cats and small cats left, but it is not much better than this.
However, even so, the long and ancient years of inheritance are enough to make any cultivator with a slightly normal and clear mind feel awe. The possibility of killing a dragon that stirs up trouble and inviting revenge is less than one in ten or one in twelve.
But when facing the Phoenix, it is best to be polite, because if you provoke the young Phoenix, it is almost inevitable that you will provoke the old Phoenix. This is a common characteristic of mythological races with few members.
Anyone who dares to threaten their bloodline, which is already extremely dangerous and may be cut off at any time, will be prepared to disappear from this world.
Of course, the monks were not only in awe of the old phoenix, which was hiding somewhere and perhaps watching everything, but they were even more afraid of the little phoenix that was blocking the temple gate because its power made them feel threatened.
It would be foolish to fight to the death with a powerful creature with mythical bloodline when you have never met them before and have never had any disputes with them. Even if you win with difficulty, the final result may be the tragic destruction of your own inheritance.
"So there's more than one monk! Donghuang, are we going to arrest all these guys?"
Unfortunately, the monks' polite and enthusiastic attitude did not receive an equal response. Instead, they heard the terrifying phoenix yelling at an unknown existence in the darkness.
"Stop talking nonsense!"
A cold and indifferent voice sounded, and a tall and slender figure appeared at the gate of the temple. The moment they saw her figure, both the old monk and the fat monk held their breath, and the other monks were not much better, their bodies were stiff.
This is a more terrifying existence than the phoenix hovering in the darkness. Every monk who is experienced in slaying demons and eliminating evil is deeply aware of this at this moment. It would be ridiculous if they could not even feel the strength of the enemy.
But precisely because they could sense the strength of the other party, the mentality of this group of monks was a little exploded at this moment. They were fine and did nothing, so how could they have provoked two such terrifying beings.
"Amitabha, I wonder what brings you here from so far away?"
The fat monk gritted his teeth and said hello, because he was the most senior person present. As for what the phoenix just said, he pretended not to hear it.
"I am the ruler of the Ghost Country of Youhuang. I have heard that you masters have profound Buddhist teachings and that you have the heart to save all beasts in the mountains and forests. That is why I have come here to invite you masters to enter my Ghost Country and preach the Dharma to my subjects, soldiers and civilians!"
Although the expected one monk turned into a group, Dong Huang was not surprised at all. To her, there was no difference between one monk or a group of monks at this level, they were all the same.
An ordinary ghost king would have no power to resist in front of her and could be killed with just one sword.
Preach Buddhism to the ruler, ministers and people of a country?
If a monarch in the human world had extended such an invitation to them, any monk present would gladly agree, and would be happy to go together.
But the one in front of him is the lord of the ghost country. There is no such thing as a ghost country in the human world. Maybe there are some in other continents, but there is no ghost country on earth in Nanhua Continent. So it is obvious that the lord of the ghost country in front of him is from the underworld.
Inviting them to go to the netherworld and preach to all the ghosts is really a great respect for them. What virtue and ability do they have to set foot in the netherworld and preach Buddhism? It is not something that little monks like them should consider.
"Amitabha, on behalf of my nephew and fellow disciples, I would like to express my gratitude to the king. I am deeply grateful that the king has taken a liking to me. However, I know that my Buddhist teachings are not deep enough to fulfill the king's important task. If the king wants to listen to the Buddhist teachings, I can recommend a great monk to him, and I am sure he will be satisfied!"
The fat monk was racking his brains at this moment. The Lord of the Ghost Country in front of him was being polite, but wasn't his intention the same as that of the phoenix? He was clearly going to take them all away. If these monks entered the netherworld, would they still be able to survive?
So he made all kinds of excuses and tried to shift the blame to someone else. Anyway, what he said was absolutely true. Nowadays, the Great Jin Dynasty is full of great monks. You can just pick up a brick and throw it into the sky and hit one of them. It would be easy for him to just point his finger.
"No need to go to so much trouble. From my perspective, all of you masters have great attainments in Buddhism. That's enough. There's no need to be so modest!"
Dong Huang naturally wouldn't listen to the nonsense of these monks. They were plotting here in the middle of the night without even lighting an oil lamp. Did they think she heard nothing?
One repair!
Seeing that there was no possibility of this disaster being diverted away, the fat monk could not help but turn around and glare at the old monk. What's the point of saving all the beasts in the mountains and forests? This is simply not what they do.
This was clearly a disaster brought upon themselves. As a result, they were called over and were blocked here by the king, unable to move forward or backward.
"Where did this Lord of the Ghost Country come from?"
The old monk also had a numb face. He went into the mountains to preach scriptures to wild beasts. What had he done to offend anyone? How did he attract such a terrifying existence?
"Donghuang, these bald donkeys are just ungrateful. It's useless to talk to them nicely. Let's just arrest them directly!"
The phoenix soaring outside the temple rushed into the temple with raging flames, but her figure kept shrinking during the dive. When she entered the temple, she had turned into the size of a bird, standing on Donghuang's shoulder and chirping.
He cursed the monk in front of him, but unfortunately, all the monks looked at his nose with their eyes, his mouth with their noses, and his heart with their mouths. No one expressed any objection, as if they didn't hear anything.
"Masters, what do you think?"
Dong Huang's tone sounded very polite, but her cold words and the indifferent expression that never changed from beginning to end made people feel terrified.
"Amitabha, I would like to follow the king to the ghost country to preach. I wonder if you can let my fellow monks go?"
The old monk stood up at this time. It was obvious that the leader of the ghost country in front of him was coming for him. There was no way he could send him away with just a few words. In this case, he had to find a way to fight for a way to survive for the abbot and his fellow disciples.
"Haven't I explained it clearly ? I came here to invite all of you, not just one person. Only when all of you return to the underworld will I be satisfied!"
"Your Majesty, are you really going to leave no chance for survival?"
The fat monk put his hands together at this moment, and the flattery on his face gradually disappeared. Instead, a look of sadness emerged. He looked solemn and dignified, and the bright Buddha light shone through his flesh and blood.
"It seems that you masters are unwilling to give me face. In this case, I have no choice but to force you to come!"
Even though the Buddha's light before her eyes was huge, Dong Huang's expression did not change at all. The Buddha's light could not restrain her. She was an innate yin spirit, not a ghost from the underworld, and there was no resentment or evil in her body.
Amitabha!
A vast Buddhist light shot up into the sky from behind the fat monk. Just when a majestic and solemn image of an Arhat was about to take shape, a slender and powerful palm descended from the starless darkness. With just one palm, the image of the Arhat was shattered, without giving it any chance to take shape.
Phew~
The fat monk's face suddenly turned red, and a mouthful of blood emitting a faint golden light spit out from his mouth, staining the monk's robe on his chest red. At this moment, the fat monk truly felt the gap between him and the Lord of the Ghost Country in front of him.
Of course, there was also the despair of having lost all the advantages of time and place. Looking up, the darkness without any stars or moon was clearly the domain of law that had been set up by the king in front of them. Before they saw each other, they had already become turtles in a jar and monkeys in the palm of their hands, with nowhere to escape.
"stop!"
With just one strike, the first test of confrontation, the fat monk knew that they had no chance of resistance at all. He spoke up to stop the many fellow disciples who were about to take action.
"Your Majesty, I am willing to lead a group of nephews to the Ghost Country to preach, but I don't know if you can guarantee our lives and not let us suffer the pain of being eaten by thousands of ghosts!"
The fat monk has faced the reality. Since he has already suffered, there is no need to let these younger generations suffer with him. The other party has already controlled them.
But he had already understood this, while these fellow disciples had not yet reacted and even wanted to follow him in resisting.
"I sincerely invite all of you masters. I will not sit idly by and watch you being eaten by the ghosts under my command. As long as you masters preach the scriptures without reservation, I can guarantee it!"
Dong Huang was calm and didn't reveal anything because of that palm strike. Even though the appearance and manifestation of the Dharma image only took a moment, for her, this short moment was a fatal flaw. She would never give the opponent a chance to show her strongest fighting power.
"In that case, I am willing to go. I wonder if you brothers and sisters would like to go with me, the abbot?"
The fat monk looked at the many monks behind him.
"Amitabha, I am willing to follow the uncle who is in charge of the temple!"
The old monk was the first to respond. At this moment, his heart was filled with guilt. This was clearly the disaster he had brought upon himself, and he had implicated the abbot and many of his fellow disciples.
"I am willing to go!"
The remaining monks looked at each other, and they all realized at this moment that if there was a better choice, the abbot in front of them would not have been obedient and accepted the invitation of the lord of a ghost country to preach to thousands of ghosts.
"You masters are truly compassionate and have great wisdom!"
Seeing these monks surrender, there was no fluctuation in Donghuang's eyes. This was what she expected. Even if she was strong to the end, she could break the knees of these monks.
"Everyone, please wait here. When the day breaks, you can go to the netherworld!"
After saying this, Dong Huang’s figure disappeared from the sight of these monks, leaving behind only the temple shrouded in endless darkness and many monks who were at a loss.
"Uncle Master of the Temple!"
"No need to ask, we are all in his hands!"
The fat monk didn't want to say anything more at this moment. He sat cross-legged, holding a rosary and chanting scriptures. Although he was fine now, he had borne all the damage alone.
At the same time, the disappeared Lord of Youhuang appeared in a wilderness. In front of the monk, his cold, indifferent and ruthless eyes looked down upon him. At this moment, they were like the melting ice and snow in March, revealing a moist luster.
"You took the entire temple away?!"
Feng Qingan, who came here with Dong Huang, was a little shocked. He looked at the deep pit not far away. That was the site where the Bodhi Temple was built last year, but now, the foundation was gone.
He saw the whole process. Half an hour ago, the vast temple was shrouded in darkness that he could not see through. Donghuang also disappeared before his eyes. When the Lord of Youhuang reappeared, the darkness dissipated, and the temple disappeared with it.
"Um!"
Dong Huang nodded in response.
"How did you manage to close down such a large temple?"
Feng Qing'an couldn't help but marvel at this moment. The temple built by the old monk was really not small, because it did not encroach on any farmland. The chosen land was saline-alkali land that could not be cultivated. So the old monk built as big as he could. The temple covered an area of more than ten acres.
"It's just a magical power of Qiankun magic, it's nothing, but if you want to learn it, I'm afraid it will be a bit difficult!"
Dong Huang's face was calm. She saw through Feng Qing'an's intention at a glance, and then exposed Feng Qing'an's thoughts. It had been made clear long ago that all magic skills and supernatural powers could be taught, but whether Feng Qing'an could learn them was another matter.
The great supernatural power that can change the world naturally requires the support of great magic power that can turn rivers and seas upside down!
"Then let's talk about it later!"
Feng Qing'an was not surprised. Although he looked envious, he also knew that it was beyond his control at the moment. He couldn't even bear too much of Donghuang's power.
"When you are able, I will teach you!"
Donghuang didn't think there was anything to hide about the magical powers she possessed. As for sectarianism, her sect had been destroyed ten thousand years ago, so there was nothing to worry about.
Um!?
The Lord of Youhuang suddenly turned around and looked in the direction of Yongning County. He met a pair of eyes emitting a faint golden divine light. The moisture in his eyes turned into ice cold again.
"Have you seen enough? Do you want to fight me?"
