Chapter 1456: Chapter 602: The Gold Content of a Grandmaster at Twenty (Part 4)
The leading old monk was bathed in Buddha light, turned into a Golden Body, even his eyebrows faintly golden. He went straight to the point and asked directly, "From which Dojo do you come, Saint?"
He was a true Arhat, holding a lofty position in the Great Leiyin Temple.
After all, in this era, even Bodhisattvas had disappeared, unable to block the cruel surging and erosion of Tao Rhythm.
Qin Ming remained calm and composed, and said, "I have met senior. I am a Loose Cultivator."
Those present naturally did not believe his words. Since when is there a Loose Cultivator this powerful? Even a Supreme Martial hall might not be able to cultivate such a person.
The old monk’s eyebrows moved slightly. As an Arhat, even though only a portion of his strength had come here by Divine Travel, he was not someone ordinary people could face so calmly.
Just now, he had used the power of Words and Laws Follow. Normally, when other Grandmasters heard his voice, they would spit out True Words and answer truthfully.
Yet the young man before him, with that surging power overflowing from his body and the ever-changing invisible Domain, dissolved everything, actually achieving a state where All Technique could not come near his body.
"Worthy indeed of a Grandmaster in his early twenties, truly remarkable." The Golden Arhat praised him from the bottom of his heart.
The newly arrived experts of the Buddhist Sect, including Buddha Sons and Buddhist nuns, had Scripture symbols intertwined in their eyes and were deeply moved.
Because this Arhat had confirmed that this person’s value had already received extremely high recognition from the old senior.
At this moment, a young monk walked out from behind the Arhat. He wore a rare black robe, had a tall figure, and spoke very directly—upon appearing, he immediately asked Qin Ming for guidance, wishing to discuss the Dao and engage in a duel.
This was simply going from one extreme to the other. Not long ago, Miao Wu and Miao Yin had both tongues like blossoming lotus, rather "gentle" and unwilling to engage in martial combat. Now it was completely different.
Buddha Son Miao Yuan spoke to introduce, "This is my second senior brother, Miaodi."
Miaodi spoke too little and came up wanting a duel. Miao Yuan felt this somewhat discourteous, so he took the initiative to speak.
In truth, this second senior brother was precisely the main force Miao Yuan had invited, to see whether he could suppress Zheng Guang.
Qin Ming was not pretentious. Since the other side was so straightforward, he was also very forthright. With just one word, he said, "Please!"
Under Miaodi’s black monk robe, his skin was rough, like that of an ascetic monk, but anyone who knew him understood just how deep his Taoist cultivation was.
He treasured words like gold and did not speak further. In but an instant, he seemed to transform into a Little Jin man.
This was naturally the famed Golden Body of the Buddhist Sect, bearing the meaning of permanently dwelling in the world, Immortal through a thousand kalpas, and it was very suitable for duels, subduing Demons and suppressing devils, innately carrying Divine Power.
Buddha Son Miaodi became a streak of flowing light and charged over. Even his black monk robe was dyed a golden hue. He was truly too dazzling, like a Buddha wheel crossing the sky, making it hard for people to look directly at him.
Force oneself to look at him, and tears would flow; the pain in one’s eyes would be unbearable.
Qin Ming did not allow him to approach. His right hand reached out, inscribing characters in the Void. Brilliant Scripture lit up, densely packed words resonating and merging together, forming a great bell.
With a boom, the great bell flew up, shaking the firmament, covering the Buddha Son, who was emanating the intent of Golden Body Immortal, beneath it.
At the Grandmaster Level, Qin Ming’s casual, heartfelt movements were Miao Technique in themselves, with no need for close-quarters fists and kicks.
Of course, if he wished to experience the realism of close combat, that was naturally also possible; he could pierce All Technique with his fists and feet.
Clang! Clang...
The bell sound rang continuously. All around the bell were bulging protrusions—these were caused by Miaodi’s Fist Marks, truly swelling out.
With a bang, the great bell shattered into four and five pieces, and this Buddha Son burst out.
It had to be said, this sect’s second senior brother was extremely fierce, known for the beautiful name of Golden Body Unbeaten.
He hovered in midair, no longer attempting close-quarters combat. Instead, he pinched a flower between his fingers. That bright bud, brimming with vitality, blossomed layer by layer, radiating Buddha light.
Then, he flicked it out. As the Buddha Flower first unfolded, heaven and earth trembled.
This drew upon the charm of the Buddha lifting a flower and smiling, containing Miaodi’s understanding of the Buddhist Law. Though the flower looked soft and weak, at this moment it oppressed all directions.
Those Dharma Guardian Vajra, aside from the Nanming Calamity Bird, did not dare breathe deeply. The other Demon Kings felt as if they would suffocate. This seemed to carry an innate suppression against them, making the Great Demon involuntarily tremble.
Qin Ming was unafraid. He pointed with his hand, and at his fingertip, the Taichu Thunder Seal spread, constructing a resplendent long spear, bearing the light of Thunder.
With a wave of his hand, the long spear condensed by the Thunder Seal seemed to tear apart the night, carrying endless killing aura as it shot out at extreme speed, as if about to pierce down the heavens.
Lightning intertwined, Thunder descended. The scene beneath the sky was too terrifying, like a great catastrophe descending.
With a boom, the Thunder long spear pierced through the Buddha Flower, erupting there into a terrifying wave of energy. The pitch-black clouds shattered, and boundless Divine Radiance poured down.
Buddha Son Miaodi’s Golden Body grew even more dazzling. At this time, he transformed into a Four-Faced Buddha, each direction bearing his face, and he grew eight arms.
In his various arms, he held different Holy Objects of the Buddhist Sect, such as the Demon-Subduing Pestle, Mantra Wheel, Magic Conch, Wooden Fish, a monk’s staff, Bodhi Leaf, Shariputra relics, and so on.
For a time, the sound of the Wooden Fish, chanting of Scripture, the trembling of the monk’s staff, the resonance of the Magic Conch... all interwove together.
In his Four-Faced Buddha state, Miaodi’s entire body was brilliantly golden, as though he had become a Fighting Monk, incomparably terrifying, making the other Buddha Sons and Buddhist nuns all look solemn.
In this moment, Miaodi was extraordinarily valiant.
Qin Ming continuously deployed various methods. His left hand lifted, and a rope formed from characters combined together shot out at extreme speed, aiming to bind the Buddha Son.
At the same time, his right hand swept in front of his forehead, where patterns interlaced, as if a vertical eye was opening.
In truth, he had no third eye opening. It was merely various Scripture Meaning blending together—Taichu Thunder Seal, Nine Heavens Scripture, Heart Suppressing Scripture, Black and White Scripture... all gathering as one.
In an instant, his forehead shone brilliantly, like a mirror, yet also like a Heavenly Eye opening.
Chi!
Dazzling beams of light shot out, ceaselessly flying toward Buddha Son Miaodi. This blinding Divine Radiance shattered the Bodhi Leaf, toppled the Mantra Wheel, and dimmed the Shariputra relics.
"Eye of All Laws!"
To the side, the old Arhat’s long brows twitched suddenly, seemingly quite surprised.
He muttered, "At such an age, how can he merge so many skills? And even achieve Unity—he is truly an anomaly."
Hearing this, everyone’s expressions changed. The Eye of All Laws was far too difficult to cultivate, also called the All Dharma Mirror. It could reflect various Scripture, merge them into one, and its killing power was horrifying.
In truth, Qin Ming had taken inspiration from the Heavenly Eye of Combat of Little Worm, added his own insights, and now displayed this extraordinary Miao Technique before everyone.
His forehead, like the Eye of All Laws opening, also resembled a God Realm hanging high, continuously firing out terrifying beams of Rune light, with grand Tao Rhythm and an overwhelming sense of oppression.
Occasionally, the Light of Ten Thousand Laws flew beyond the temple, and a nearby mountain peak exploded with a boom, giving a sense of just how powerful this method was.
With a bang, the Wooden Fish in Miaodi’s hand exploded, followed by the Mantra Wheel. Later on, even one of his golden arms broke off.
This Buddha Son was very strong, having fought over a hundred moves with Qin Ming.
In the end, his Golden Body shattered. Of his eight arms, only four remained. All kinds of Holy Objects had been pierced through, Divine Blood spilling from his mouth as he staggered back and said, "I am defeated."
"I accept your concession." Qin Ming replied calmly.
Miaodi sighed, "In truth, I had already lost long ago. Thank you for showing mercy."
As these words fell, all the High Monks and Buddha Sons felt their hearts quake. What sort of person was Miaodi? Among this generation of the Great Leiyin Temple, he firmly ranked in the top three.
Yet he had actually lost so utterly!
If that man had gone all out and not shown mercy, how long could Miaodi have held on?
Aside from the Golden Arhat, everyone was thinking about this question.
For a time, the place grew quiet. This record of battle had truly overawed all the experts.
Many noticed that the Feather Robe fluttering around Qin Ming had no damage at all. His composed bearing and self-assured aura seemed truly unfathomable.
While everyone was inwardly shaken, Miaodi straightforwardly turned and left. He spoke, "I will go invite a few friends over for a talk."
He was preparing to Guide a few guests currently visiting the Great Leiyin Temple over here.
Buddha Son Miao Yuan had been defeated at the hands of one such visitor, and it was a crushing defeat.
Miaodi was usually taciturn but not dull. After losing to this mysterious Saint before him, he felt that the rain he had endured should also be experienced by those who had "offended" the Buddha Sons of the Great Leiyin Temple.
"Miaodi is most adept at duels, yet he was completely defeated!"
"It is somewhat... hard to believe."
In the Bodhisattva’s Martial Hall, many people were in a daze.
Very soon, there was movement from within that Golden Gate, and several figures flew out in succession. Miaodi returned, bringing along three young experts of extraordinary bearing.
Qin Ming looked forward. His expression did not change, but inwardly waves surged—he had actually seen an acquaintance.
