Chapter 81 A tragic victory
A few specks of dust appeared in front of Zhao Yushu's eyes, making him want to blink.
The dust was getting more and more, and it seemed like the whole world was shattering.
This was not an illusion. Gao Xu and Yuan Zhen couldn't help but close their eyes. The mirage world was disappearing.
This proves that the Mirage Dharmakaya has accomplished its purpose and has been reborn through the body.
Zhao Yushu looked at himself slowly turning into dust and suddenly wanted to laugh. It was as if he was seeing Thanos snapping his fingers.
Everything went dark before his eyes, and when he opened them again, Zhao Yushu found himself sitting in a lobby filled with tables and chairs, leaning against the window, feeling weak all over.
After shaking his head a few times, Zhao Yushu finally realized that this should be the cafeteria of Longmen Temple. Everyone fainted here before entering the mirage.
But there seemed to be fewer people here, far less than the number who came here to eat together at the beginning.
Don’t quit!
Zhao Yushu staggered a few steps and got up. There were several people lying together in front of him.
Zhao Yushu grabbed a bald man. It was Yuan Zhen. He was still alive, which was good.
Then he grabbed another fat man, who was shaken by the grab and opened his eyes in a daze: "Brother Zhao?"
It was Gao Xu. Zhao Yushu breathed a sigh of relief, put Gao Xu down, and looked around.
"Junior Brother Zhao," a faint voice came from behind a table. Zhao Yushu was startled and pushed the wooden table away. Then he sat down on the ground dejectedly, his voice carrying a hint of tears: "Senior Brother Bujie!"
Bujie sat cross-legged on the ground with a smile on his face.
The monk, who had been young and handsome, now had a haggard face and gray eyebrows, and he looked as if he had aged fifty years.
"Junior Brother Zhao, your hand is still there, that's very good." Bujie seemed to be unaware of his current situation. He smiled and looked at Zhao Yushu's intact left hand, his tone very relieved.
Seeing Zhao Yushu's eyes turn red, Bujie raised his hand and patted his round head: "It's here, but it can't get out. You see, I won, but I just paid a small price."
Zhao Yushu followed his hand and looked at his wrinkled forehead: "Brother, what's wrong with you?"
Bujie sighed, "I never told you that I practiced two kinds of skills, the Shaohua Temple's Arhat Dharma, and the Demon King Po Xun's Heavenly Desire Demonic Skills. I tried to find a way to dissolve the demonic skills with Buddhism, but my Buddhism practice has only reached the fourth level, while my demonic skills have reached the sixth level. Every time I went down the mountain, I either broke my precepts or hurt someone's life."
Zhao Yushu wanted to speak, but Bujie raised his hand to stop him: "Listen to me, you talk more than me, just let me speak."
Zhao Yushu shut up immediately.
"If I was really controlled by the magic and couldn't help myself, it would be fine. Master could just abolish my cultivation. The problem is that I am very clear-headed and I agree with my own behavior from the bottom of my heart. It has nothing to do with the magic."
"So I went down the mountain, wanting to walk around in the world and see whether I was right or wrong. Today, the golden body of Master Mirage wants to borrow my body to revive. And it, haha, is also a dual practitioner of the devil and Buddha. However, Master Mirage is so skilled in cultivation that his Buddha nature has suppressed his devil nature."
"Now, their powers are annihilating each other in my body. It is still there, but it has lost all its power, just like me."
Hearing this, Zhao Yushu hurriedly used his spiritual power to look, and sure enough, there was no trace of spiritual power fluctuation around Monk Bujie, and he had become a mortal.
"Look, I said it couldn't control me, but in the process of annihilation, it destroyed a little of my vitality, probably about 30 to 40 years of my life."
Zhao Yushu couldn't hold back any longer and tears fell to the ground.
"Why are you crying? If it had taken your body, I would have had no choice but to defeat it right there. We are all still alive now, isn't that good?"
"Very good, very good," Zhao Yushu wiped his eyes with his sleeve and nodded in agreement.
"Okay, let's go check on the others and see how many are still alive."
Zhao Yushu nodded, stood up, and checked the cafeteria with Gao Xu who had already climbed up. Except for Yuan Zhen, only two people were still alive. More than 20 outsiders who were pulled into the mirage were almost all killed.
"Can't find the body either?" Bujie was weak and could only sit on the ground and wait for the results of the few people.
Zhao Yushu shook his head.
"Alas," Bujie sighed, "Help me up."
"Brother Bujie, where are you going?"
"Let's go check on Mr. Wang. They should all be at Longmen Temple."
Zhao Yushu nodded and called Gao Xu and Yuan Zhen. Yuan Zhen was in a very low mood. The four brothers had traveled thousands of miles to Longmen to make a name for themselves, but in the end he was the only one still alive.
After staying in the mirage for three days, an unknown amount of time had passed in the real world. The originally grand chanting sounds had disappeared, and everyone walked into the main hall, which was empty.
"I can't figure out now whether we are in Mirage Temple or Longmen Temple," Gao Xu shuddered subconsciously as he looked at the empty Main Hall.
"It should be Longmen Temple. The layout of the main hall is different. The main hall of Longmen Temple is much larger, and the Buddha statue is intact. The surroundings are also very clean. It doesn't look like a fight has taken place there," Zhao Yushu looked around and gave his conclusion.
"Where did all those people go?"
"Where do they usually entertain distinguished guests?" Zhao Yushu knew nothing about Buddhism, but fortunately, several people around him had a close relationship with Buddhism.
"Incense Hall."
After determining the direction, the four of them slowly walked towards the incense hall, crossed two courtyards, and came to a place not far from the incense hall. Two monks were looking out from the door.
"There are still survivors!" one of the monks shouted, and soon, a dozen bald heads crowded in front of the door, but no one dared to come out.
"What happened!" Zhao Yushu took a step forward, and the monks inside immediately retreated.
"You! How did you survive? " one of the monks asked bravely.
"We have already destroyed the ghost Buddha. If you don't believe me, you can go to the main hall and see where the abbot is."
"Really? The abbot is inside. Please come in, donors!"
The monks made way for them, and Zhao Yushu supported Bujie, and the four of them slowly entered. The monks on both sides looked at them with either confusion or admiration.
Soon, the four of them came to a room, where they were received by the abbot of Longmen Temple, who was wearing a bright red robe.
"You all entered the dining hall yesterday, and soon it was covered by black clouds. The Demon Subduing Formation was ineffective. I had no choice but to order all the disciples to retreat to the incense hall and activate the Vajra Subduing Demon Formation, but the black clouds did not come. So I sent people to check the dining hall. Those with low cultivation levels had no remains, and those with high cultivation levels were just filled with black smoke. I wanted to go to Xiangjiang Temple for help today, but the black clouds suddenly dissipated just now, and before I could go there, several donors came over."
It turned out that a day had passed in reality. Zhao Yushu nodded and said, "Where is Mr. Wang?"
The abbot frowned and said, "It's strange. Ever since Mr. Wang fell into a coma, he had been placed in the incense hall with his family. But just before the black cloud dissipated, Mr. Wang suddenly spurted blood from his mouth and nose. Now, he has passed away."
The four of them looked at each other and found that Mr. Wang was indeed dead, but he was not sucked dry and turned into a piece of human skin like in the mirage.
"Has that ghost Buddha really been destroyed?" The abbot leaned forward slightly and asked cautiously.
"Yes, in fact, Mr. Wang is the ghost Buddha, and everything is directed and acted by him in order to open the mirage and enter the inner scene." Zhao Yushuo succinctly recounted what happened, but omitted the matter of Master Mirage. Perhaps it was out of respect for the old predecessor who lived four hundred years ago, or perhaps he did not want more people to seek the so-called method of one step to the inner scene. In the end, he put all the blame on the monks of Mirage Temple and Mr. Wang.