1079: Chapter 316: Your Spirit Mountain, Now Mine 1079: Chapter 316: Your Spirit Mountain, Now Mine Su He looked at the Swastika Symbol.
The symbol bore the rudimentary refinements of the Big Freedom Bodhisattva—rudimentary, that is, compared to the Immortal Sovereign.
Yet, for people like Su He, such things were inscrutable.
Do you see?
Even the widely learned Xuan Bird, with smoke rising from its head, still cannot decipher it.
“If you can’t break it open, just snatch it forcefully!” Su He telepathically communicated to the Toad.
He wasn’t versed in solving it, but he was very familiar with the ways of a bandit.
“Green Flower, lend me your body!” Su He’s voice was urgent.
The Toad instantly hugged his arms tightly: “Grandson thief!
What are you planning?”
“Keep dreaming!” Su He huffed, easing his own nervousness.
It was his first time borrowing a body to face the world.
“Don’t resist!”
As Su He spoke, following the perception at the bottom of his heart, he used the Toad as a channel, and a thread of consciousness settled on his own flesh body.
A mere thread of consciousness was hardly enough to control the body in combat, but it was sufficient for a minor gesture.
The External Space flashed, and a Sharira floated out, flying above Su He’s head.
It revolved once and embedded itself in the center of his brow, looking like a drop of crimson rain, glittering with brilliance.
Feng Si, who was in the process of erasing the symbol, suddenly turned to look.
“Peacock!” Was this a Sharira condensed from the Peacock?
She was horrified by the strength within.
“Peacock Ming King Bodhisattva!” Feng Si immediately thought of something, her eyes wide with shock as she looked at Su He: “Is he from Guiwang Mountain?”
In All Heavens and Myriad Realms, there was only one Sharira of the Peacock Ming King Bodhisattva, and it was preserved on Guiwang Mountain.
Not a monk from Gujing Pavilion, but a Bull Nose from Guiwang Mountain?
Feng Si looked to Ji Feixue, who opened her mouth, unwilling to lie, not knowing how to respond.
Should she tell Feng Si that this guy had stolen from Guiwang Mountain’s treasury?
Even if she were willing to say, Feng Si wouldn’t believe it!
Who had such ability?
As the Buddha mother relic appeared and nestled into Su He’s brow, merging with his mark from Gujing Pavilion, it instantly radiated endless Buddha light, covering the Buddha Stone Statue.
The Swastika Symbol at the heart of the stone statue trembled slightly and hesitated for a moment.
Even the golden bell made of Buddhist symbols surrounding the statue disappeared for an instant.
In that very instant, Feng Si’s Phoenix True Fire came like a shell, blasting the statue’s head to pieces.
In the Spirit Mountain Fighting Law, the Big Freedom Bodhisattva, hidden somewhere, suddenly appeared, his face changing dramatically.
The protection talisman, something had gone wrong!
He had just appeared when Su He leaped into the air and slashed with his sword.
“I may not be able to break through the Bodhisattva’s Abysmal Hell, but let the Bodhisattva try to break my swordsmanship!” With one slash, three forces converged: the power of East Cloud Mountain’s Mountain Divine God beneath his feet, the Star Power of the True Martial Great Emperor, and the unique Buddha Force from Spirit Mountain.
They fused into a single sword light that slashed across.
The Big Freedom Bodhisattva only needed to glance at the sword light, and his eyes lit up instantly.
What a sword!
This strike held the essence of a path reaching the heavens, and he even sensed a bit of Xuan Wu’s influence.
“Why not the White Tiger?”
Had not the White Tiger’s Killing Qi entered this boy’s body?
Could it be that he also intended to follow the ancient path, cultivating the protective Xuan Wu and the killing White Tiger?
To practice the paths of both sacred beasts?
Humans cannot become sacred beasts, but they can comprehend their paths.
It’s like how cultivators’ Cave World and Divine God Beasts’ Internal World within the Boundary Pearl are alike.
Admiring this, he clapped his hands together: “This monk concedes to your sword.”
At the very moment the word “concede” was uttered, the sword light Su He had launched suddenly dissipated, vanishing into thin air.
In Spirit Mountain Fighting Law, there were wins and losses.
As long as one conceded, the opponent’s Buddhist Law would naturally disperse.
Under normal circumstances, the Big Freedom Bodhisattva would never concede, preferring to thoroughly study this sword light.
But at this moment, he could not afford such considerations.
He was unaware of the events taking place in the outside world.
Make contact with his main body, and check the exterior!
Su He’s eyes brightened, and looking at the four corners of Abysmal Hell, he mimicked the Big Freedom Bodhisattva’s manner, reaching out to heaven and earth: “This Buddhist Law, I concede!”
As the words were spoken, Abysmal Hell remained as it was.
The Big Freedom Bodhisattva laughed: “This place seals heaven and earth; only if Spirit Mountain senses, can it respond.”
Did he think his position as Buddha was for naught?
Su He fell silent.
He had sensed it in the brief moment he tried to connect with heaven and earth, that the Big Freedom Bodhisattva occupied a piece of Spirit Mountain.
In Spirit Mountain Fighting Law, facing the Big Freedom Bodhisattva was naturally at a disadvantage unless one could claim territory just like him.
One could only win through Buddhist Law, with no path of concession.
No wonder Su He couldn’t find a way out!
To the Big Freedom Bodhisattva, it was just another typical contest, but for Su He, victory or defeat was a matter of life and death!
A cold light flashed in Su He’s eyes, and he let out a long howl.
The Immortal Sword in his hand vibrated.
At the same time, his physical body in the external world howled.
The Buddha mother relic in his brow shone brilliantly, and a Peacock’s spectral image flew out, spinning around Su He.
Only as large as a palm, yet it overflowed with endless Buddha sentiment.
The Swastika Symbol on the Buddha statue immediately vibrated, struggling to break free from the Big Freedom Bodhisattva’s restraints.
Both were Bodhisattvas of the Buddhist sect; one was an Avatar, the other a Sharira—both weighing the same.
But one held not a shred of merit, while the other’s merit filled the heavens.
The enlightened symbol knew to choose.
Inside Spirit Mountain, the Big Freedom Bodhisattva was instantly both shocked and furious.
He intensified his contact with his main body.
In Spirit Mountain Fighting Law, it was all the business of Avatars.
Even if his main body was being beaten, just one thought sent and he could suppress this boy.
If he could merge with the main body’s consciousness, he would be even stronger, slaughtering the other three outside would be no difficult task!
He kept contacting his main body, a persistent echo answering his thoughts.
A beam of Fu light illuminated Abysmal Hell, erasing the dome of hell, and images appeared overhead.
“Grandson thief!
How dare you contend with Gujing Pavilion Buddha’s Son in Spirit Mountain law!” came a voice from above the dome.
A huge drumstick suddenly crashed into Abysmal Hell, carrying a pungent Sichuan pepper scent so thick it wouldn’t disperse, and smashed down, shattering Abysmal Hell instantly.