signingbooks Chapter 689 Senior Brother Niu Ben's reputation is actually this useful?
Chapter 689 Senior Brother Niu Ben's reputation is actually this useful?
Brahma coldly glanced at the trembling rogue cultivators around him, a cruel sneer curling at the corner of his mouth.
"A bunch of ants, daring to covet the opportunities in the Purple Mansion?"
He suddenly raised the blood-red longsword in his hand, its blade gleaming with crimson light, and was about to slash it down at the crowd below.
If that had landed squarely, at least several thousand people would have died on the spot!
The rogue cultivators were so terrified that they didn't even have the strength to run away.
At this critical moment.
Suddenly, a melodious chanting of Buddhist hymns drifted from the western horizon.
The chanting was initially very faint, as if echoing in the sky, but in the blink of an eye it became incredibly loud, making people's eardrums buzz.
The sky, which had been somewhat gloomy, was instantly transformed into a dazzling gold.
Golden lotuses bloomed out of thin air, radiating a soft and holy light, completely dispelling the cold and malevolent aura brought by the sea of blood.
"Amitabha."
A single chant of the Buddha's name, like the resounding toll of a great bell, resonates in the hearts of everyone.
Followed by.
A colossal nine-tiered golden lotus of merit slowly emerged from the golden light.
On the lotus platform sat a young monk with a compassionate face, wearing a brocade kasaya.
He clasped his hands together, his face solemn and dignified, with dazzling halos of Buddha light floating behind his head, and his whole being exuded an aura of compassion and empathy.
He was Ananda, a disciple personally taught by the Western Sage.
Behind Ananda followed dozens of bald monks, each holding a vajra and a golden alms bowl, exuding an imposing aura.
"The Westerners have arrived!"
"What a grand display! They've even bestowed upon us a Ninth-Rank Golden Lotus of Merit. It seems the Western Sect is determined to seize this Purple Mansion Celestial Court!"
The independent cultivators stirred again, whispering amongst themselves.
Although the Western Religion is located in the barren West, it has two saints in charge, so its strength should not be underestimated.
Moreover, Westerners are notorious for their tendency to "take advantage" of others; they can always find an excuse to say that anything good is "destined for the West."
Everyone secretly groaned; now their competitors had gained another formidable foe.
Ananda sat upright on the lotus platform, his compassionate gaze sweeping over the crowd below.
He was actually quite pleased with himself.
He thoroughly enjoyed the feeling of being the center of attention and respected.
Just as he was about to say a few polite words to demonstrate the compassion of Western religion.
A piercing scream suddenly came from the distant clouds.
"Brother Ananda! Help! You must help me!"
Everyone looked in the direction of the sound.
A dark cloud stumbled and flew over; it was none other than the Quasi-Saint of the Northern Underworld Palace who had just been driven away by the Holy Mother of Wudang!
His appearance at that moment was simply appalling.
Blood was still seeping from the severed arm, his face was as pale as paper, and his Taoist robe was tattered. Where was the demeanor of a quasi-saint?
He scrambled to Ananda's lotus platform, knelt down in mid-air with a thud, and began to weep and wail.
"Brother Ananda, you've finally arrived!"
"If you had arrived any later, I would have lost my life here!"
He cried so heartbreakingly that it brought tears to the eyes of anyone who heard it.
Ananda looked at the quasi-saint of the Northern Underworld Palace kneeling at his feet, and his brows furrowed almost imperceptibly.
This old man has truly disgraced Western religion.
However, the Northern Underworld Palace is ultimately the domain of the demon master Kunpeng, who is now the past Buddha of the Western Sect.
Even when beating a dog, one must consider its owner; he can't ignore this matter.
"Amitabha."
Ananda chanted a Buddhist prayer, and a compassionate smile returned to his face.
"Junior brother, please rise quickly. What happened? Who injured you like this?"
Upon hearing this, the Quasi-Saint of the Northern Underworld Palace immediately perked up.
He suddenly stood up, pointed with his only remaining finger in the direction of the Holy Mother of Wudang and the Jade Cauldron Immortal, and shouted through gritted teeth.
"That's them!"
"They're from the Xuanmen sect!"
"I kindly waited here for the Purple Mansion to open, but they took advantage of their numbers and suddenly attacked me!"
"That Holy Mother of Wudang is even more ruthless; she severed my arm with a single sword strike!"
"Brother Ananda, they clearly don't respect our Western Sect! You must help me get justice!"
This old man's ability to distort the truth is simply masterful.
She convincingly portrayed herself as an innocent victim.
The surrounding rogue cultivators rolled their eyes, secretly cursing the old man for being shameless.
You were the one who was arrogant and domineering, trying to drive everyone away. Now that you can't beat them, you're coming here to complain.
But they only dared to curse him in their hearts; no one dared to stand up and expose him at this time.
Ananda looked in the direction the quasi-saint of the Northern Underworld Palace was pointing.
When he saw Wudang Shengmu, Yuding Zhenren, Sanxiao and Yang Jian, his eyes twitched violently.
He cursed inwardly.
You old idiot!
Why did you have to mess with those evil spirits from the Xuanmen sect?
Don't you know that their senior brother Niu Ben just beat up the Heavenly Dao?
Even our two sage masters are now hiding in Mount Sumeru, afraid to go out, lest they anger that living Yama.
You're really something, running right into the line of fire!
Ananda was inwardly groaning, wishing he could kick this Quasi-Saint of the Northern Underworld Palace into the sea.
But he knew that he was now representing the face of Western religion.
With so many eyes watching, if we back down like this, how will the Western Sect survive in the prehistoric world?
Even if it's a tough one, I have to keep up the act.
Ananda took a deep breath, suppressing the panic in his heart, and kept his compassionate expression on his face.
He activated the golden lotus and slowly flew to the front of the Holy Mother of Wudang and the others.
"Amitabha."
Ananda clasped his hands together and bowed slightly to the Holy Mother Wudang and the Jade Cauldron Immortal.
"Fellow Daoists, this humble monk greets you."
"Although my junior brother has a rather volatile temper, isn't it against the natural order for you all to be so ruthless as to sever his arm?"
His voice was calm, yet it was sharp and witty, directly accusing him of "violating the natural order."
The Holy Mother of Wudang looked at Ananda's hypocritical face and sneered.
She didn't even bother to draw her sword; she simply crossed her arms over her chest and raised her chin slightly.
"Is this contrary to the laws of nature?"
"When that old bastard was about to slaughter all the rogue cultivators present, why didn't you jump out and say it was against the natural order?"
"Now that he can't win, he comes here pretending to be pitiful. You, a monk, have the nerve to stand up for him?"
The words of the Holy Mother of Wudang were like a machine gun, each sentence hitting the nail on the head, showing no mercy whatsoever.
Master Yu Ding also snorted coldly and flicked his whisk.
"Ah, my friend, the truth is clear to everyone present."
"If you insist on standing up for him, the swords of my Chan Sect are not to be trifled with."
The two direct descendants of the sages adopted an extremely firm stance.
They completely disregarded Ananda.
Ananda's face turned pale and then red from the rebuke, and his compassionate expression was almost crumbling.
He was so angry.
If he weren't wary of that monster named Niu Ben, he would have already taught those two arrogant fools a lesson.
"Fellow Daoists, show mercy when you can."
Ananda suppressed his anger and continued to preach his profound principles.
"Our Western religion has always been compassionate and does not wish to cause trouble."
"As long as you two fellow Daoists apologize to my junior brother and compensate him with some elixirs, this matter can be considered closed."
His words sounded like a concession, but in reality, they were an attempt to give Western religions a way out.
As long as the Xuanmen side softens its stance even slightly, they can save face.
However, he was completely unaware of the temperament of the people in the Xuanmen sect.
"An apology? Compensation?"
Bixiao couldn't stand it any longer. She stepped in front of the Holy Mother Wudang, put her hands on her hips, and started cursing at Ananda.
"You bald monk, have you gone mad from chanting scriptures?"
"This old bastard thinks he deserves our apology?"
Bixiao's voice was clear and loud, and this shout of "bald monk" caused an uproar on the sea.
The surrounding rogue cultivators all gasped in shock.
This old lady is too audacious! She actually dared to point her finger at the nose of the Western Sect's saint and curse him as a bald monk in front of so many people!
Ananda's face instantly turned liver-colored. He was the future pillar of the Western Sect, and he had never suffered such a humiliation.
"presumptuous!"
The Western Buddhist disciples behind Ananda glared angrily, raising their vajras (penetrating pestles) as they prepared to charge forward.
"What? You want to fight?"
Bixiao wasn't afraid at all. She raised her chin and directly threw out that name that made the entire prehistoric world tremble with fear.
"If you're itching for a beating, feel free to come and try it!"
"It just so happens that my senior brother Niu Ben is quite free lately. I wouldn't mind inviting him over to give your Western religion a little break!"
Niu Ben!
These two words were like a bolt from the blue, striking Ananda and all the Western Sect disciples hard on the head.
Those Western sect disciples who were originally aggressive and ready to rush forward to fight were instantly frozen in place as if they had been frozen in place.
The vajra pestles in their hands began to tremble uncontrollably.
Ananda felt a chill run down his back, and his robe was soaked with cold sweat.
Involuntarily, the terrifying image of Niu Ben crushing the Heavenly Thunder with his bare hands and swallowing the Heavenly Dao Divine Light flashed into his mind.
Please ask that living Yama to come and loosen my bones?
That would be better than just ending it all!
"Amitabha……"
Ananda quickly chanted a Buddhist prayer, forcibly suppressing the fear in his heart. The anger on his face vanished instantly, replaced by a compassionate expression.
"You flatter me, lady."
Ananda's voice had become somewhat dry.
"Monks do not lie, nor are they easily angered."
"Since this matter is a misunderstanding, then this humble monk will not pursue it any further."
"Our Western Religion has always valued harmony. As for the opportunities in the Purple Palace Immortal Court, everyone should rely on their own abilities."
After saying this, Ananda didn't even dare to look at Bixiao again. He immediately activated the Golden Lotus and led the Western Sect members to retreat to the side in a sorry state.
The quasi-saint of the Northern Underworld Palace wanted to say something, but was silenced by a sharp glare from Ananda, which frightened him into shutting his mouth.
This scene left everyone present stunned.
Is the title of Senior Brother Niu Ben really that useful?
Without even showing his face, he merely mentioned his name, yet he scared away the direct disciple of the Western religion!
This is far more effective than any top-tier innate spiritual treasure!
Yang Jian stood behind, secretly pleased with Anan's humiliated expression.
This is the source of Xuanmen's confidence!
This is the prestige of our Master!
He clenched his fists tightly and vowed to cultivate diligently. One day, he would be just like his master, making all the races of the prehistoric world tremble with fear at the mere mention of his name!
The Holy Mother of Wudang and the True Man of Jade Cauldron exchanged a glance, both seeing a hint of a smile in each other's eyes.
With the senior brother holding up the reins, the junior brothers and sisters can stand tall with confidence!
Just when the Xuanmen people were so imposing that the Western Sect could not lift their heads.
The sea below suddenly began to shake violently.
"Boom!"
A series of muffled, deafening roars emanated from the depths of the Purple Mansion Celestial Court, like the roars of ancient behemoths.
Followed by.
The purple light curtain surrounding the immortal city began to flicker violently.
The originally thick light screen thinned at a visible speed, and cracks like spider webs appeared on it.
An extremely rich innate spiritual energy surged out wildly through the cracks!
The spiritual energy transformed into tangible raindrops in mid-air, sprinkling onto the sea and instantly giving rise to countless exotic flowers and plants.
"The seal has loosened!"
"The Purple Mansion Celestial Court is about to open!"
Someone shouted at the top of their lungs.
The entire East China Sea instantly erupted in excitement!
All the rogue cultivators, demon kings, and reclusive masters turned red with rage.
They stared intently at the cracked purple light screen, their breathing becoming heavy, like hungry wolves eyeing a stunning beauty.
An opportunity!
An incredible opportunity is right in front of you!
Ananda no longer cared about saving face; he stared intently at the entrance to the Celestial Court, his eyes filled with greed.
Brahma gripped the blood-red longsword tightly in his hand, and the Asuras behind him let out excited growls.
The Holy Mother of Wudang put away her smile and her expression became solemn.
"Everyone be careful. This Purple Mansion Immortal Court is an ancient relic, and it must be full of traps and formations."
She turned to look at Jade Cauldron Immortal, the Three Immortals of Sanxiao, and Yang Jian, and solemnly instructed them.
"Once inside, remember not to be greedy for quick success or act rashly; safety must be the top priority. Nephew Yang Jian, stay close to us and don't get separated."
Yang Jian nodded heavily.
"Snap!"
A crisp cracking sound rang in everyone's ears.
The purple light barrier that had blocked everyone for so long finally shattered under the erosion of time and the impact of the internal spiritual energy!
They transformed into countless purple specks of light, dissipating between heaven and earth.
A magnificent and imposing city gate, shrouded in ethereal mist, was now fully exposed to everyone's view.
Above the city gate hangs an ancient plaque.
The words "Purple Mansion Immortal Court" were written on it in innate Dao patterns.
The gate is wide open!
"Charge!"
"The opportunity is mine!"
"Anyone who dares to stand in my way, I'll kill them!"
As the gates of the Purple Mansion Immortal Court were fully opened, the long-suppressed greed and desire erupted like a volcano.
Tens of thousands of rogue cultivators and demon kings completely lost their minds.
Their eyes were bloodshot, and they roared like wild beasts. They controlled various magical artifacts, transforming into streaks of light, and surged madly toward the huge city gate like a swarm of locusts crossing a river.
The scene instantly spiraled out of control, becoming utterly chaotic.
To get a better spot, they started fighting outside even before they got inside.