Capítulo 32: The Golden Light
Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
There were five supreme monasteries at the Great Mercy Temple: One Prime Deed, Triple Illuminated, Six Passes, Eight Samsara, and Ten Modes. The One Prime Deed Monastery is ranked as the first place but no one could have expected that the most important position of great power within the Buddhist cultivators would be lead and managed by a little boy.
Leyang Wen’s face held a gleam of surprise, "Wasn’t the seat of honor for the One Prime Deed Monastery lead by the divine monk Hope Sense?"
The little monk stuttered as he answered, "That…s-s-senior fellow apprentice…has other im-im-important matters, f-f-few months ago he allowed me t-to take the seat of honor."
The short man, Leyang Wen, nodded his head while deep in thought. He then laughed out loud, "Congratulations, little divine monk! A congratulatory gift will be delivered to you from Painting Town in three days’ time to celebrate the little divine monk’s success in leading the One Prime Deed Monastery."
The fat monk, Water Mirror, followed behind him and prompted him anxiously, "Why are you wasting your precious words on them, we should go up, quick!"
Most of the rogue cultivators had the same intention and they nodded in agreement with one after another. The holders of the five supreme monasteries’ seats of honors were all present here and needless to say, they surely rushed out to Zhanyan Peak for the hidden treasure as well. If the rogue cultivators were tardy with their actions, the treasure would certainly have fallen into another’s hands.
The one who had spoken first earlier, Hope Phase from the seat of honor at the Triple Illuminated Monastery, had a voice which sounded aged and solemn. The tone of his voice was filled with benevolence and compassion to all as he once again started speaking slowly, "The Le Yang family of Painting Town has a considerable reputation, they are as slippery as an eel and conduct themselves loftily. This aged monk has great respect for them but there is one incident that we do not understand, so will Lord Le Yang please give us your guidance."
One of the tattooed muscular thugs behind Leyang Wen’s body spoke up suddenly, "Hey monk, stop your hypocritical nonsense! As soon as the young master of our family arrived in Mount Emei each and every one of you started hiding. We can only hear your voice but we cannot see you, is this how the Great Mercy Temple receives its guests?" The voice of the muscular man was loud and forceful like the cross strike of two sharp blades. It pierced directly towards the sky and hummed in Wen Leyang’s ears while it trembled and echoed continuously in the air.
Leyang Wen smiled as he waved his arm, trying to subdue his underling, "This subordinate of my family was uncourteous and he had made a fool out of himself in front of the divine monk. Please forgive this transgression and please do not hesitate to ask anything from us."
"The Great Mercy Temple at Mount Emei has no connections to the Le Yang family of Painting Town and there are definitely no old grudges. So this aged monk does not understand why Lord Le Yang would lead this group of rogue cultivators and force their way into this mountain in a threatening manner?"
Leyang Wen was still grinning from ear to ear but he had changed his mouthful of fluent Beijing dialect into a polished and civilized accent, "Divine monk, what you have said is rather weighty and I am afraid that I can’t agree with it. If the old and young masters of the Great Mercy Temple were to arrive at our one acre and three-point land, even if the Le Yang family was in poverty, we will still respectfully receive all of you warmly…" Halfway through his speech, the short man abruptly shut his mouth. If he had continued speaking he would have criticized that the opposing party was not hospitable towards their guests.
It felt like half a day had passed before the divine monk Hope Phase’s heavy sigh echoed from the middle of the sky.
This was followed by the little stuttering monk who stammered as he tried to persuade them to leave, "L-l-lord…Le Yang, quick…go d-down the mountain…eh…all of us h-have some important matters…it’s o-our discourtesy so d-d-don’t mind…"
Hope Aware from the seat of honor at the Ten Modes Monastery was not as patient and had the most explosive temperament out of the other monks. He interrupted the stuttering monk’s speech roughly and threatened, "Leyang Wen, you have been guiding a group of demons and ghouls to intrude on the restricted grounds of the Great Mercy Temple! Do you really think that, as monks, we only know how to read scriptures and know nothing about the art of self-defense?"
The muscular thug guffawed loudly, "What a joke! Since when did Zhanyan Peak become your restricted ground? The monks of Mount Emei are as arrogant as expected, whichever place they fancy they can call it a restricted ground. If you really are of exceptional abilities, every person in the world will soon shave their heads and become monks!"
Hope Aware was extremely angered but he only laughed in return. The sound of his laughter surged in waves within the clouds. The short man did not respond but turned and gave the rogue cultivators a wink. He extended his arm and pointed upwards as he cried out once, "Everybody ascend the mountain, start running!"
The rogue cultivators roared in agreement. All of them fixed their focus on the goal of ascending the mountain as they stretched their legs and started running forward at full speed. The crowd was in an uproar and the procession was split into many smaller groups. When seen from afar they resembled a bunch of toads jumping and leaping with agile movements on a huge rock.
Wen Leyang too hastily carried Wen Xiaoyi on his back and climbed towards the direction of the ancient cave on Zhanyan Peak with great effort.
Hope Aware’s laughter stopped abruptly as he yelled savagely out of rage, "The Buddha has no concrete form and therefore all living creatures also have no concrete form! I cast the spell of Heaven’s Omniscient Eye!"
The fast chanting of a Buddhist hymn resounded in the sky as the dense and warm golden light suddenly blazed fiercely by a thousand million times. The mountain below the crowd’s feet started shaking vigorously.
The golden light had turned into a solid glow, it did not block the physical body but it completely obstructed one’s vision. The rogue cultivators who were running up the mountain cried out in alarm as they became blinded one by one.
Wen Leyang too let out a bitter cry as the vision in front of his eyes became a stretch of sweeping gold color. He could not see anything in front of him at all. However, after a short moment, he could see things as vividly and clearly as before. The pores on his entire body were swiftly constricting and relaxing, relaying everything that was happening around him straight to his heart. It was as if he was being pulled out of his current surroundings; nature belonged to nature, while he was on a separate plane of existence altogether.
Wen Leyang felt that he was having an out of body experience as he surveyed and observed the surroundings from a third person’s viewpoint, like a spectator watching a movie in a panoramic three-dimensional movie theater. What he saw was this:
The fat monk, Water Mirror, ran incessantly in the golden light. He soon bumped into a mountain rock that was taller than two people.
The old monk Ji Fei’s one leg reached over the edge of a cliff and oops…the old fellow had fallen off the cliff.
Mumu’s black, shiny eyes were open wide as her arms extended straight in front of her, trying to feel her way up the mountain. Her delicate and lovely face was filled with worry but Ah Dan, the undead toddler, calmly followed step by step behind its master.
Giant Bull sat on the ground in a slump as he angrily blinked his eyes to clear them. Every once in a while, some scampering rogue cultivator would utter an ‘ouch’ and trip over him.
The three muscular thugs formed a triangular battle formation around their boss as rays upon rays of dense golden light surrounded them like syrup.
On the other hand, Lord Leyang, who was under the strict protection of his underlings, was bent over as he drew something on a large sheet of Chinese rice paper…
Wen Leyang entered the self-cultivation process using poison. He had tempered poison directly into his body and his power differed vastly from the other cultivators throughout the ages. His power can forcefully pull his awareness out from this world, whereas the other cultivators would use their hearts to sense the world and would fear any disturbances to their state of mind. Wen Leyang, on the other hand, was using every part of his body to experience the world, as long as his physical body existed, he will be able to detect every change in his surroundings.
Mumu was burning with anxiety for the golden light was like a sheet of opaque yellow cloth glued onto her eyes. After a while, she could no longer tell whether the glow was too bright or if she had already lost her sight as she could not see her hands even if she held them in front of her own face. Suddenly, she felt something and her left hand was gripped by a powerful and large hand.
Mumu yelled out as her other hand reached for the pair of Spirit Needles and blindly stabbed them towards the direction of the person next to her. Soon after another strong hand gripped her wrist as a familiar voice sounded next to her ear, "It’s me, Wen Leyang. Wen Xiaoyi, please aim the blunderbuss higher or you’d hit my face!"
The two young girls simultaneously heaved a sigh of relief as they both asked with curiosity, "You can see?"
Thud!
A dull crash sounded from nearby and the two young girls were taken back by the noise. Wen Leyang consoled them as he laughed in a low voice, "Don’t be alarmed, Water Mirror monk has just bumped into a rock."
The divine monk Hope Aware’s loud laughter once again sounded from the sky, "The disciples of Ten Modes Monastery, release the demon-slayer defense!"
The deafening sound of yelling shook the heavens as a swarm of monks pounced on the rogue cultivators like a group of raging leopards. The monk’s hands were held in the gesture of a Buddhist mudra and they started striking at the blinded rogue cultivators. They chanted ‘Amitabha’ each time they landed a blow and recited the word twice if they struck two blows.
However, even though the mudra contained great power within the monk’s hands, they appeared to show mercy by striking away from the vital parts of their enemies’ bodies, hitting the tops of their feet instead.
The group of rogue cultivators, on the other hand, were extremely unfortunate. They had a taste of Hope Aware’s rage as he brilliantly displayed his magical power through the Heaven’s Omniscient Eye spell. He devised this spell from the twenty-eight sets of scriptures from the God Emperor’s All-Seeing Eye and used the golden light to seal the vision of the rogue cultivators, blinding them for the time being. This showed the clear difference in strength between the different types of cultivators as with just one strike, the monk’s attack has already affected everyone. Those who had poor abilities would never be able to get rid of the spiritual shackles he had placed on them.
The shrill cries of rogue cultivators were rising and falling from all directions, the attacking monks were the disciples and disciple’s disciples of the divine monk Hope Aware from the seat of honor at Ten Modes Monastery. Despite being in the golden light and under the Heaven’s Omniscient Eye spell, the monk’s vision and telegnosis abilities were not affected at all.
Out of the three sins of the world: hitting the blind, cursing the deaf, and chasing the lame, hitting the blind was considered the vilest sin to commit out of the three. The Great Mercy temples monks, holy practitioners of Buddha’s sacred principles, were committing the sin with great delight.
Wen Leyang carried Wen Xiaoyi on his back as he pulled Mumu along. He led them to safety and they cautiously hid behind a gigantic rock.
The short man had finally completed his painting and he stretched out his hand to toss the painted scroll into the air as he laughed loudly, "The Ten Modes Monastery is nothing compared to this!"
Capítulo 33: The Painting
Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
It was a landscape painted in the classical style of Chinese ink painting on a long scroll of rice paper.
On the scroll, there was a lonesome mountain’s peak covered in dark greenish-colored rocks with a few ferocious fissures twined around the rocks like raging dragons, arrogantly transmitting the perseverance that belonged only to the horizons.
Leyang Wen from Painting Town only took a short moment to paint Zhanyan Peak onto the paper. He managed to capture the stern outline of the peak with a few brushstrokes and he was even capable of portraying the dark and brooding character of this lonely peak!
As the painting fluttered in the wind, the gold-shrouded Zhanyan Peak suddenly began to come to life like a creature slowly waking from hibernation. The mountain’s natural instincts seemed to have been awoken by the painting scroll and it started to shift around uneasily. A powerful innate momentum started to slowly seep out of the mountain’s many fissures and strived to shake off the imprisoning golden light.
Leyang Wen’s expression was ferocious as he raised his paintbrush up into the air and continued to doodle unceasingly. His two small eyes glowed with an exuberance that was almost palpable as he stared intensely at the painting scroll that had been tossed into the air before roaring loudly, "Split!"
The painting scroll shook fiercely and erupted into a cloud of black smoke with a bang. It burned up in the blink of an eye, leaving a few pieces of gray ashes which fluttered down like butterflies. On the other hand, Zhanyan Peak appeared to be thoroughly enraged and the ferocious mountain’s will refused to submit any further and a burst of suffocating innate momentum erupted from it and tightly bound up the Buddha’s Golden Light!
The rogue cultivators felt lighter now as they started to regain their vision which had been sealed by the divine monk Hope Aware’s Heaven’s Omniscient Eye spell. Even though the golden light has yet to dissipate completely, the denseness of the light has become greatly subdued and their sight and telegnosis abilities were both fully recovered.
Wen Leyang watched in awe from behind the mountain rock. The battle had started initially with the monk using his knowledge from the twenty-eight sets of Buddhist scripture from the God Emperor’s All-Seeing Eye to cast the spell that sealed the vision and telegnosis abilities of the rogue cultivators. This was followed by the short man’s expertise in waking the innate power of Zhanyan Peak using a painting on a scroll. This method successfully broke the blinding golden light spell and this form of battle tactic was entirely at a different level when compared to simply throwing one’s magic weapon like a hand grenade, it also far exceeded his knowledge of the self-cultivators’ method of fighting in large groups.
As soon as the rogue cultivators regained their vision, the first thing they did was to conduct their magic weapons, which had been hovering by their sides, to smash onto the monks from the Ten Modes Monastery with a loud crashing and clattering noise.
There was once a thief who walked past a commercial area, he saw that there were plenty of money in the blind beggar’s broken bowl so he walked on tiptoes towards the bowl in an effort to steal the money. He could see that he had almost reached the money when the blind d beggar suddenly leaped up and slammed a brick into his head. Too late he saw the beggar’s sighted eyes glinting brightly behind the dark sunglasses.
The monks were in the same situation now. They had no intention to kill initially, nor had they released their own magic weapons. They had only formed a mudra with their fingers and hid under the golden light’s protection. They struck upon the blinded rogue cultivators elatedly, yet suddenly the blind persons had all suddenly regained their sight…
The rogue cultivators could not care less about how the monks were merciful to them earlier. The top of every person’s feet was so red and swollen, it looked as if their shoes were stuffed full of steamed buns. They were filled with pent up anger and when the vision in front of their eyes suddenly regained clarity, they conducted their magic weapons and sliced at the baldies. The sound of heart-wrenching cries came incessantly as the disciples of the Ten Modes Monastery were all targeted. Their blood splashed against the dark mountain rocks, the scene appeared particularly savage as it glinted under the remnants of the golden light.
After the initial confusion, almost half of the Ten Modes Monastery disciples were killed or severely wounded, while the remainder who were still alive were monks of a higher level of Buddhist practice. However, these Buddhist monks were no longer merciful. They loudly shouted their Buddhist hymns, which were filled with a murderous aura now and revealed their magic weapons one by one in response. But Hope Aware from the seat of honor at the Ten Modes Monastery did not make any action at all, he was not roaring with rage nor did he cast any other spells.
The surviving monks’ skills were obviously of a higher level than most of the rogue cultivators. Upon recovering from their surprise, the monks struck back at the rogue cultivators until they were forced to retreat repeatedly. If it weren’t for the few master practitioners such as Red Grandaunt, Giant Bull, and old man Gongye who held the line, it seemed that the rogue cultivators would soon be beaten to a pulp by the monks.
The short man rested for a quick moment, then stood up and brought along his three fighters and pounced onto the monks.
The strength of the four of them far exceeded the rest of the monks and the rogue cultivators. In the next moment, they had turned the tide of the battle.
The Buddha’s Golden Light illuminated every corner of the land. The lone black peak stood high as a group of rogue cultivators and a group of monks engaged in a group fight.
Wen Xiaoyi watched as magic weapons flew all over the sky; her left eye shone with terror while her right eye shone with excitement, "Wen Leyang, shall we help them?"
Wen Leyang ignored the little girl, his eyes were shut and his head was bowed down as if he was in a daze. One of his hands still held firmly onto Mumu’s delicate hand.
Mumu couldn’t tell whether this fellow was really deep in thought or if he was taking the opportunity to hold her hand. She extended her free hand and poked him in the side, "Why are you still in a daze? What are you thinking about with your eyes closed?!"
Wen Leyang suddenly jerked awake. He paid no attention to the two girls as he jumped towards the rock cliff not far from behind them and looked downwards. He then picked up a piece of rock and tossed it down the cliff, after that he frowned and closed his eyes again.
Wen Xiaoyi and Mumu couldn’t tell what he was up to but before they could begin to ask questions, Wen Leyang’s silhouette abruptly shrank and disappeared from two pairs of intense gazes.
The two girls slumped to the ground in shock, realizing that Wen Leyang had just jumped off the cliff! Just as they were about to react, the young fellow had somersaulted back up the cliff with a laugh and said, "We will definitely enter the ancient cave!"
Wen Xiaoyi patted her chest as she exhaled a long breath of relief. She looked towards the two groups of people who were all muddled up in the battle and asked, "How do we continue to go up? The entire pathway has been blocked by them!" Zhanyan Peak was dangerously steep, there was almost no pathway to ascend the mountain and the place where the two groups of people were engaged in a fierce battle was the only slightly leveled ground for temporary lodging halfway up the mountain. It was also the one place on the peak that was easy to guard against attacks, as even a flying bird could be easily shot down by the magic weapons flying around the sky.
Though the monks were being pushed back, they were not ready to concede defeat. The Great Mercy Temple had gone all in this time as all of the five supreme monasteries had gathered on the mountain, it was only a matter of time before more reinforcements would arrive.
"I think there’s another way." Wen Leyang put Wen Xiaoyi on his back and looked towards Mumu and the undead toddler with a slightly embarrassed face, "Can you carry Ah Dan?" Mumu did not fully understand the situation but nodded her head. Ah Dan seemed to sense its master’s intention and immediately extended both of its plump hands as he looked towards her with anticipation.
Mumu mocked Ah Dan, "As if I don’t carry you often enough!" She bent over and picked up the baby corpse, cradling it in her arms. She was about to speak but cried out in alarm instead as Wen Leyang’s strong arm firmly wrapped itself around her delicate and slim waist. He then arched his back and took two quick strides towards the cliff not far from where they were. The three people and the baby corpse were all holding on to each other together as he took a step over the edge of the cliff!
"You…" Mumu was shocked and indignant as her body fell down the cliff at a high speed. She wanted to brandish the Spirit Needles but she was unable to even gather an ounce of energy to do so. She wasn’t sure whether this was due to the rugged, manly scent that rose from Wen Leyang’s chest or the state of weightlessness from the free fall. Just as she worked up enough energy to struggle, her body abruptly stopped and both her feet came into contact with a hard surface. Throughout all this Wen Leyang continued to hold on to her waist.
Mumu’s little face was flushed scarlet as she scolded in rage, "Why aren’t you letting go of me!" As she said that, she took a quick look around and had another shock. Her body turned weak once again and her free hand held tightly on to Wen Leyang instead.
There was absolutely nothing at all below their feet, the four of them were tightly huddled together and stood on thin air. Once in a while, a bird would fly past under their feet and curiously raise its head to look at them. Once the bird had determined that these fellows were not food, it then flew away, its curiosity satisfied.
Hope Aware from the seat of honor at the Ten Modes Monastery had drawn the magical power from within the Buddha’s Golden Light. When he sealed the vision and telegnosis abilities of the rogue cultivators, Wen Leyang had shut his eyes and the pores on his entire body constricted and relaxed intensely, after which his body gradually detached from its surroundings. His pores had swiftly relayed the information of his surroundings directly to his mind. The extra sense radiated out in a circle with his standing body at the center. He could clearly see everything that was tens of meters away from him and the biggest miracle was that his vision was no longer restricted to a linear form; he could see behind him, under him, above him and everything to the left and right from his body.
When every matter was slowly materializing before him, Wen Leyang had discovered something particularly strange. Not too far away from the rock cliff behind him. There was a thin black band which was winding up the mountainside like a pathway made out of black smoke. Judging by its direction it looked like it would go all the way towards the top of the mountain peak. However, Wen Leyang could only sense the direction that was within tens of meters away, where the pathway eventually lead to was completely unknown to him.
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