dognovel Chapter 136 Maitreya's Great Secret!
Chapter 136 Maitreya's Great Secret!
Ksitigarbha, filled with shame and indignation, replied:
"I was still young then! Isn't the most powerful thing in this Blood Sea the Styx River?"
Maitreya's smile froze on his face. He never expected that he would be slapped in the face by Ksitigarbha's memories as soon as he entered the Mountain and River Map. He had only wanted to find the remaining branches of the Six Pure Bamboos.
Western religions, another scandal.
Jade Cauldron True Man, whose cultivation was the lowest among those present, was dragged in front of Styx Ancestor and was so overwhelmed by his oppressive aura that he lost his balance. He angrily shouted at Yun Zhongzi:
"This is what you meant by 'not difficult'? This is what you meant by 'effortless'?!"
Yun Zhongzi never expected that Ksitigarbha was such a ruthless person.
So young, yet so brave.
My first thought was to find Ancestor Styx, who is a veteran at the Quasi-Saint level!
Fortunately, this was a fake magic weapon, unable to imitate real power, and he calmed down, saying:
"Fellow Daoists, please don't be anxious. Don't forget that this is a fake Mountain and River Map."
Hearing this, everyone finally felt relieved. Otherwise, if they really faced the Styx Ancestor, even a hundred of them wouldn't be enough to defeat him.
Seeing his dark past laid bare before everyone, Ksitigarbha was enraged and leaped forward to launch the first attack with his fist.
Just as the fist reached Styx Ancestor, the Avici Sword was directly placed in front of him, its sword energy slicing through Ksitigarbha's arm, and blood instantly dripped into the sea of blood.
He was terrified and quickly retreated, questioning:
"Weren't you lying?!"
Yun Zhongzi was covered in sweat and hurriedly said:
"Why are you in such a hurry? I haven't finished speaking. Even though it's a fake map of mountains and rivers, the damage is real. If you die inside, you really die."
Instantly, the other four men raised their fists.
Yun Zhongzi bowed and hurriedly said:
"But! But!"
Seeing that everyone had lowered their hands, he finally breathed a sigh of relief and finished adding:
"However, my cultivation is limited, and the power within my magic weapon cannot imitate my true cultivation level. Its upper limit is Taiyi Golden Immortal."
Yang Jiao looked at herself and stated her cultivation level:
"I have only reached the peak of the Human Immortal realm..."
Ksitigarbha's face remained calm: "Golden Immortal."
Yun Zhongzi: "Golden Immortal."
Master Yu Ding: "What are you looking at me for? Do I even have cultivation?!"
Maitreya smiled slightly and stepped forward: "I am a Taiyi Golden Immortal."
He flew alone to the middle of the sea of blood, held the beads in his hands and struck out with a palm, clashing with the power of the Styx Ancestor he had imitated, and a fierce wind arose.
The sea of blood surged with turbulent waves, the prayer beads and the sword evenly matched, locked in a fierce struggle.
The other four watched in terror. Maitreya seized an opportunity to turn around, his eyes narrowed as he struggled to maintain a smile.
"Fellow Daoists, it is true that I am a Taiyi Golden Immortal, but do you want to watch me get beaten to death?"
Yang Jiao snapped back to reality. If Maitreya fell, no one would be able to get out.
They quickly joined the other two to help.
Yang Jiao's cultivation level was low, but fortunately, her magic weapon was a valuable item. Just as the Styx Ancestor was about to unleash the power of the Blood Path to blast away the attackers with the help of the Twelfth Grade Blood Lotus, she immediately took out the Treasure-Falling Coin:
"fall!"
The twelve-petaled blood lotus fell into the sea of blood. Maitreya took the opportunity to entangle the Styx Ancestor, while Ksitigarbha and Yun Zhongzi joined forces to attack.
After Yang Jiao used up the Treasure-Falling Coin, all her magical power temporarily disappeared, and she fell straight down.
Even though he was useless below, Master Yuding was still clinging to the pillar to prevent himself from being blown away by the wind, and he still had to encourage everyone:
"Charge! Fight! Even though it's an illusion, once we get out, we'll be people who've fought even the Styx Ancestor! Everyone, charge! ... Ah, Yang Jiao, don't fall on my head!"
Bang.
Yang Jiao stood up and patted her chest:
"This fall didn't hurt too much."
From beneath her, Master Yuding raised his palm-leaf fan and spoke weakly:
"This humble Taoist is in pain. Young friend, you don't look fat, but you fell quite hard... This humble Taoist's... back..."
In that brief moment, under the combined attack of the other three Golden Immortals, the imitation Styx Ancestor was blasted into a sea of blood, and all three had sword wounds on their bodies, staining their clothes red.
From where the Styx Ancestor fell, a drop of crimson blood rose and slowly fell into Ksitigarbha's hand.
Upon seeing this, Yun Zhongzi exclaimed excitedly:
"This is a blood bead of the Wu tribe that I picked up during the Lich War. It's a very good thing. Congratulations, Fellow Daoist Ksitigarbha."
Ksitigarbha held the drop of blood in his hand. Although he could sense the aura of Houtu Niangniang on it, he still couldn't soothe the regret in his heart. He gritted his teeth and said in a deep voice:
No need for congratulations!
His gaze then fell upon the remaining four, and he said in a chilling voice:
"My past is past. Now it's up to you."
Yang Jiao felt that Ksitigarbha had gained some enlightenment at this moment, and was able to take things in stride and let them go, and also had the mindset of standing aside and watching others with a smile.
The recovery was really fast.
I wonder who will be the next person to have their memories exposed.
Suddenly, everyone except Ksitigarbha felt a sense of unease.
Maitreya comforted himself, thinking that the Western Sect had already lost face once, and the next one could not be him, but definitely the Chan Sect!
After thinking it over,
The scene before me changed from the shores of a sea of blood to a tranquil courtyard in an instant.
Yang Jiao didn't recognize him and asked:
"Whose house is this? Why is the backyard locked?"
Yu Ding Zhenren pointed at Yun Zhongzi and said:
"Was it you? You're the kind of person who likes to invent these things, what shady stuff are you locking up!"
The man in the clouds cried out that he was wronged:
"Senior brother, it wasn't me!"
Now that they had all spoken, they all focused their attention on Maitreya. The smile on the chubby boy's face had vanished, and his fists clenched.
The aura of the Maitreya Taiyi Golden Immortal was released directly, stirring up dust and squinting everyone's eyes.
"Don't look! Nobody is allowed to look!"
Unexpectedly, Ksitigarbha stealthily snatched Maitreya's magical treasure, the "Human Seed Bag," from behind him, untied the bag, and stuffed Maitreya's head inside, shouting loudly:
"Today, I will examine the memories of everyone!"
There's no reason why he couldn't keep the secret by himself.
They must all go to hell!
The oppressive aura suddenly disappeared, and the remaining people all saw Maitreya's memories before them.
Ksitigarbha looked at the backyard and said:
"That's where he lives. He's never allowed any of us fellow disciples to enter the rooms in the backyard. He's even added his own magic to them. He's very heavily guarded."
Maitreya's round body struggled on the ground for a few moments before being held down by several people.
They all started to look like memory replays.
Looking closely, the little Maitreya was dressed and shaped exactly the same as before. Yang Jiao smiled and said:
"Ksitigarbha's dark history is old, but Maitreya's is still fresh!"
This must be a recent memory.
She watched with delight as Maitreya stepped into the backyard, carefully observing the surroundings several times before waving her hand to remove the magical barrier on the door. Then, she took out a piece of red silk from her trousers.
Layer by layer, the magic box inside was revealed.
The chubby little hands flipped the box quickly for a long time until the colors were in the correct positions. Only then did the box open, revealing the talismans with scriptures written inside.
He sat down with a smile and began chanting scriptures in front of the door. Each time he chanted, the talisman would unfold a little bit.
Yang Jiao was tired of watching.
An incense stick's time had passed, and she was still at the door. She looked curiously at Maitreya, who was being suppressed by her magical artifact, and asked:
"What kind of shady stuff are you hiding in the house? You've hidden it way too well!"
As soon as she finished asking the question, Maitreya struggled even more fiercely.
Ksitigarbha directly pressed himself onto Maitreya's body. Only Maitreya knew the true extent of Ksitigarbha's physical strength after he began cultivating his physical body.
He was completely unable to move.
The memory continues.
The Maitreya in the picture chanted for half an incense stick's time, and finally the talisman was fully unfolded, revealing a key inside.
He picked it up, aligned it with the lock, and opened it.
He slipped inside and closed the door in the blink of an eye.
The defenses were extremely tight. If this memory hadn't been extracted by a replica of the Kunlun Mirror when everyone was caught off guard, no one would have been able to see its contents.
The room lit up the moment Maitreya lit the candle.
In the empty room, at the very top, stood a throne!
Maitreya walked over with a smile, sat down, and with a wave of his hand, the Western Sect members appeared in the room.
On either side of his enormous throne were two small chairs, each with a statue of Jieyin and Zhunti. Perhaps Maitreya dared not look them in the eye, for the statues were placed with their backs to him.
At the lower part of the house,
All the Western Christian disciples were present, bowing slightly in a respectful manner.
Ksitigarbha stared in disbelief, even finding his own statue among the bowing disciples. His eyes widened in shock as he removed the human seed bag and looked at Maitreya in astonishment:
"Compared to someone like you who wants to usurp the throne, what's the big deal about me damaging a ley line?!"
Maitreya's smile froze visibly.
Yun Zhongzi felt utterly defeated. He had only intended to cover up the joke about the Chan Sect, but he had unexpectedly learned two great secrets of the Western Sect!
Sweat poured down his face even faster. If he had known it would turn out like this, he wouldn't have felt ashamed of his senior brother's little mishap.
He at least didn't intend to replace his master, Yuanshi Tianzun...
He even gave his master a small chair to sit on...
They even made their fellow disciples bow and pay homage...
Maitreya pondered for a long time before saying:
"Do you think it's reasonable for me to say that I'm just getting used to it in advance?"
Master Yu Ding laughed heartily, fanning himself with a palm leaf fan to cool his flushed face.
Maitreya glanced at him coldly, and his laughter stopped instantly.
Turning around, I saw Yang Jiao grinning, just smiling without saying a word.
Maitreya's heart tightened, and he asked in a cold tone:
"What are you laughing at, young friend?"
Yang Jiao looked at him and said very seriously:
"I wasn't laughing."
"My teeth are a little hot, so I'm letting them air out."
Maitreya choked, and his palms became sweaty.
All that could be seen in the illusion was Maitreya standing high on his throne, taking out a huge disc from behind and hanging it behind his head as a halo of merit.
Then he slightly raised his gaze, as if meeting the eyes of the people outside the illusion.
He squinted and smiled, then spoke in a deep voice:
"Since you can see the future, why not worship?"