Chapter 309: The Rampage of the Heaven-Devouring Demonic Technique, the Tragedy of the Buddhist Sect!
Fawang Temple was a rather well-known temple within the Buddhist Sect, with a history of 800 years. It was home to over 5,000 monks year-round, and the stream of worshippers was endless, ensuring the temple’s prosperity.
Most importantly, there was always a Grandmaster presiding over the temple.
This Grandmaster, known as Master Wuming, was 150 years old. Not only was he powerful, but his understanding of Buddhist teachings was profound. He often provided guidance, helped people through their suffering, and led them to great liberation!
He was the most famous monk within a thousand li, hailed as a living Buddha among men.
With his deep understanding of Buddhism, he was usually as calm as still water, untouched by the dust of the world, and the external affairs rarely disturbed his inner peace.
But he felt restless today as if something significant was about to happen.
He recited the calming mantra several times, but he couldn’t settle his mind.
“Amitabha, why can’t this poor monk calm his heart?”
He put down his prayer beads, feeling as if the Buddha was giving him a sign from the unknown, but unfortunately, he couldn’t comprehend it.
Just then, his expression changed, and he suddenly soared into the sky, breaking the beams of the temple as he flew toward the sky.
Above his head, a cold and ruthless giant palm descended from the sky.
If that giant palm were to land, the 5,000 monks in the temple, along with thousands of Buddhists, would all meet with a tragic fate.
Without hesitation, Master Wuming exclaimed, “Dragon-Subduing Arhat Fist!”
His body shone with golden light, like a resplendent Arhat, as he threw 18 consecutive punches!
Each punch was delivered with all his might!
Then the fist met palm!
“Boom” “Boom…”
The earth trembled violently!
The temple below couldn’t withstand the impact and collapsed entirely, resulting in countless casualties.
Master Wuming also fell quickly from the sky.
His face was pale, and a trickle of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth while his hands, which had delivered the Arhat punches, were still trembling.
However, he couldn’t care less about his injuries and stared intently at the enemy.
The figure was dressed in a black robe and wore a strange mask. There were no stairs beneath his feet, yet he walked step by step while looking down from a height at the people below.
“You’re the demon from Green Garment Tower!” Master Wuming blurted out.
“Indeed, it is I, and you must be Wuming from Fawang Temple!”
The great leader nodded slightly, seemingly quite satisfied: “Your strength is impressive! Among Grandmasters, you would certainly rank within the top 30! Absorbing you should help me advance even further!”
“What do you want to do?” Wuming felt a bad premonition rising within him.
“Your essence, I shall take it!” The great leader’s figure flashed, appearing beside Wuming, extending a withered yet powerful old hand.
Master Wuming didn’t know what the other party wanted to do, but it was definitely nothing good.
With a quick movement, he dodged the old hand.
“Where do you think you’re going!” The great leader pursued, and a fierce battle quickly ensued.
The entire temple suffered a second onslaught, once again crumbling to the ground, with cries of agony everywhere.
However, Master Wuming was struggling to even protect himself. How could he care about anything else?
Due to the disparity in strength, Master Wuming was covered in wounds after about 20 exchanges and fell into the hands of the great leader.
“Wuming, from today onwards, you shall become a part of me!”
As soon as he finished speaking, his hand generated a powerful suction force.
Master Wuming felt his body’s energy, life force, and everything else being sucked away by this hand.
A look of panic appeared on his face: “What are you doing… don’t…”
The great leader sneered at his futile resistance, accelerating the absorption.
After about the time it took to drink a cup of tea, Master Wuming had turned into a ghastly, withered corpse.
With a light shake from the great leader, he turned to dust and was carried away by the wind.
The great leader carefully sensed the changes in his body, his face revealing clear delight: “By absorbing the essence of a Grandmaster, my strength has increased by about ten percent!”
It should be known that for someone of his level, advancing further was as difficult as ascending to the heavens.
Without decades of painstaking cultivation, along with some opportunities and fortunes, it was impossible to make progress.
Now, just by absorbing the essence of a Grandmaster, his strength had increased by ten percent.
Fortune!
Great fortune indeed!
“Moreover, I seem to have become younger. My body is full of vitality, and my blood is abundant!” The great leader’s tone was even more excited.
Even a Great Grandmaster could not live forever.
The lifespan limit of a Great Grandmaster is 300 years, and he was nearing 200 years old, no longer young. If he couldn’t advance further or find some elixir of life, he could only live for another hundred years or so.
But now, through the Heaven-Devouring Demonic Technique, his vitality had actually increased and was showing signs of reversing aging.
“This is truly a supreme demonic technique!”
The great leader was extremely excited: “With this technique, even if there’s no hope of becoming a Supreme Grandmaster, I can still achieve immortality, exist forever, and eternally dominate the world! Haha…”
Having tasted the sweetness of the demonic technique, he prepared to find another Grandmaster to prey upon.
Not long after he left, the situation at Fawang Temple quickly spread throughout the land.
“The great leader of Green Garment Tower has attacked Fawang Temple!”
“He’s too brutal! He killed all the monks and followers of Fawang Temple, over ten thousand people!”
“Master Wuming has also disappeared, I fear…”
“Is there no one who can deal with him?”
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Chapter 309: The Rampage of the Heaven-Devouring Demonic Technique, the Tragedy of the Buddhist Sect!
Fawang Temple was a rather well-known temple within the Buddhist Sect, with a history of 800 years. It was home to over 5,000 monks year-round, and the stream of worshippers was endless, ensuring the temple’s prosperity.
Most importantly, there was always a Grandmaster presiding over the temple.
This Grandmaster, known as Master Wuming, was 150 years old. Not only was he powerful, but his understanding of Buddhist teachings was profound. He often provided guidance, helped people through their suffering, and led them to great liberation!
He was the most famous monk within a thousand li, hailed as a living Buddha among men.
With his deep understanding of Buddhism, he was usually as calm as still water, untouched by the dust of the world, and the external affairs rarely disturbed his inner peace.
But he felt restless today as if something significant was about to happen.
He recited the calming mantra several times, but he couldn’t settle his mind.
“Amitabha, why can’t this poor monk calm his heart?”
He put down his prayer beads, feeling as if the Buddha was giving him a sign from the unknown, but unfortunately, he couldn’t comprehend it.
Just then, his expression changed, and he suddenly soared into the sky, breaking the beams of the temple as he flew toward the sky.
Above his head, a cold and ruthless giant palm descended from the sky.
If that giant palm were to land, the 5,000 monks in the temple, along with thousands of Buddhists, would all meet with a tragic fate.
Without hesitation, Master Wuming exclaimed, “Dragon-Subduing Arhat Fist!”
His body shone with golden light, like a resplendent Arhat, as he threw 18 consecutive punches!
Each punch was delivered with all his might!
Then the fist met palm!
“Boom” “Boom…”
The earth trembled violently!
The temple below couldn’t withstand the impact and collapsed entirely, resulting in countless casualties.
Master Wuming also fell quickly from the sky.
His face was pale, and a trickle of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth while his hands, which had delivered the Arhat punches, were still trembling.
However, he couldn’t care less about his injuries and stared intently at the enemy.
The figure was dressed in a black robe and wore a strange mask. There were no stairs beneath his feet, yet he walked step by step while looking down from a height at the people below.
“You’re the demon from Green Garment Tower!” Master Wuming blurted out.
“Indeed, it is I, and you must be Wuming from Fawang Temple!”
The great leader nodded slightly, seemingly quite satisfied: “Your strength is impressive! Among Grandmasters, you would certainly rank within the top 30! Absorbing you should help me advance even further!”
“What do you want to do?” Wuming felt a bad premonition rising within him.
“Your essence, I shall take it!” The great leader’s figure flashed, appearing beside Wuming, extending a withered yet powerful old hand.
Master Wuming didn’t know what the other party wanted to do, but it was definitely nothing good.
With a quick movement, he dodged the old hand.
“Where do you think you’re going!” The great leader pursued, and a fierce battle quickly ensued.
The entire temple suffered a second onslaught, once again crumbling to the ground, with cries of agony everywhere.
However, Master Wuming was struggling to even protect himself. How could he care about anything else?
Due to the disparity in strength, Master Wuming was covered in wounds after about 20 exchanges and fell into the hands of the great leader.
“Wuming, from today onwards, you shall become a part of me!”
As soon as he finished speaking, his hand generated a powerful suction force.
Master Wuming felt his body’s energy, life force, and everything else being sucked away by this hand.
A look of panic appeared on his face: “What are you doing… don’t…”
The great leader sneered at his futile resistance, accelerating the absorption.
After about the time it took to drink a cup of tea, Master Wuming had turned into a ghastly, withered corpse.
With a light shake from the great leader, he turned to dust and was carried away by the wind.
The great leader carefully sensed the changes in his body, his face revealing clear delight: “By absorbing the essence of a Grandmaster, my strength has increased by about ten percent!”
It should be known that for someone of his level, advancing further was as difficult as ascending to the heavens.
Without decades of painstaking cultivation, along with some opportunities and fortunes, it was impossible to make progress.
Now, just by absorbing the essence of a Grandmaster, his strength had increased by ten percent.
Fortune!
Great fortune indeed!
“Moreover, I seem to have become younger. My body is full of vitality, and my blood is abundant!” The great leader’s tone was even more excited.
Even a Great Grandmaster could not live forever.
The lifespan limit of a Great Grandmaster is 300 years, and he was nearing 200 years old, no longer young. If he couldn’t advance further or find some elixir of life, he could only live for another hundred years or so.
But now, through the Heaven-Devouring Demonic Technique, his vitality had actually increased and was showing signs of reversing aging.
“This is truly a supreme demonic technique!”
The great leader was extremely excited: “With this technique, even if there’s no hope of becoming a Supreme Grandmaster, I can still achieve immortality, exist forever, and eternally dominate the world! Haha…”
Having tasted the sweetness of the demonic technique, he prepared to find another Grandmaster to prey upon.
Not long after he left, the situation at Fawang Temple quickly spread throughout the land.
“The great leader of Green Garment Tower has attacked Fawang Temple!”
“He’s too brutal! He killed all the monks and followers of Fawang Temple, over ten thousand people!”
“Master Wuming has also disappeared, I fear…”
“Is there no one who can deal with him?”
***
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348/479
