Chapter 1432: Chapter 532: Hundred-eyed Child (Part 3)
They were clearly just two sleeves,
yet the Buddha Mother felt those two wide sleeves could cover the entire Heavenly Dome.
"Bitter fate."
With the Buddha Mother having nowhere left to run, the twin sleeves slammed into her shoulders; in an instant a mountain’s mass poured forth, pinning her down onto the blue-brick floor of the great hall, leaving her unable to move.
She could no longer move, but the mountainous force within those sleeves was still constantly pressing forward—thousands of catties, tens of thousands, hundreds of thousands, like layers of overlapping peaks, pouring into the Buddha Mother’s body.
Boom.
That Unmatched mountain-force crushed the Buddha Mother’s statue until it exploded open.
Bang, bang, bang!
The statue turned into countless shards of stone, a rain of rock falling inside the hall; chunk after chunk of stone blasted the thick heavy hall doors into a riddled mess.
Many of the fragments also came hurtling toward Lady Lianhua and Huang Tianfeng.
These two people of the Huang Family were not skilled at fighting; they carried a Buddha’s name for nothing. Fortunately Zhao Wuya was at their side.
"Do not panic, Lady."
"Clouds follow the dragon, wind follows the tiger; wind rises, clouds Surge."
Zhao Wuya was originally of the Dragon Seeking and Acupoint Pointing Sect; like Li Changxun, what he was best at was the Wind Control Skill.
A wall of wind suddenly rose up, gathering the drifting dust in midair into a gray cloud-bank.
The cloud-bank caught piece after piece of stone, like a spread net, suddenly covering them and bleeding off their force.
When Lady Lianhua saw Zhao Wuya’s methods, she cried out on the spot: "Little Daoist, you truly are an Immortal."
"This already makes me an Immortal? Lady, you really haven’t seen the world. My tricks aren’t enough to fill the gap between my Brother Xuan’s teeth."
Zhao Wuya said with an embarrassed grin.
"Ah? Mr.’s methods are even more marvelous?"
Only now did Lady Lianhua and Huang Tianfeng show astonishment.
You couldn’t really blame the two of them for not recognizing value; it was Zhou Xuan’s techniques that were too advanced. That Saint’s Infinite Technique and Daoist Non-action Method were both formless and intangible; the two of them not understanding what they saw was only normal.
On the other hand, Zhao Wuya’s trick of "raising cloud-walls and stirring wild winds" was far more dazzling, its power plainly visible to the naked eye.
Zhao Wuya said with a cold smile,
"Those two moves Brother Xuan just used, one is called Saint’s Infinite, the other is called Daoist Non-action; both come from the Taoist Ancestor’s True Inheritance, the ’Gorge True Scripture.’
These two layers of technique, one is the world’s ultimate hardness, the other the world’s ultimate softness; hardness and softness combined, forming the World Technique. Don’t say just one sneaky little Buddha Mother—if some God-level descended and got entangled by those two hands of his, they wouldn’t gain any advantage either."
This explanation at last let Lady Lianhua and Huang Tianfeng realize how fearsome Zhou Xuan’s combat power was.
Huang Tianfeng’s knees even went a bit weak as he muttered, "I truly never imagined Mr. would already have become such an Immortal."
His impression of Zhou Xuan was still largely stuck on the image of him once coming to the Lotus Temple to be a storyteller.
Back then, though Zhou Xuan used "a Nu God and a single stick of incense to cultivate the skill of nine sticks of incense," making Lady Lianhua and Huang Tianfeng judge him as an unparalleled genius—at least... at least a young storyteller of four sticks of incense.
But a young man of four-sticks incense level, genius though he might be, still couldn’t be compared to the so-called God-level that Zhao Wuya spoke of.
"Has Mr. already reached the point of chatting and laughing with God-level beings?" Lady Lianhua murmured.
"You really don’t pay attention to news from outside—my Brother Xuan has even slain a Heavenly God."
Zhao Wuya was extremely smug; after hearing this, Huang Tianfeng practically wanted to prostrate himself on the floor and get to know Zhou Xuan all over again.
By now the dust in the hall had also settled. They heard Zhou Xuan beside them say with a cold laugh, "Lady, this little thing isn’t the Buddha Mother; it’s actually a strange-type creature."
Everyone turned to look toward Zhou Xuan and saw that under Zhou Xuan’s foot he was stepping on some child-sized thing.
This child had a long tail growing from him, and a whole cluster of "eyes" on his face. If Zhou Xuan didn’t carefully count, he honestly wouldn’t know how many there were.
Only, in each of those eyes there was a trace of "Buddha."
This kind of "Buddha" aura Zhou Xuan could clearly feel—Buddha Country.
The taste of Buddha Country was just like that—bearing both Buddha-flavor and demon-flavor, not very pure.
"I didn’t expect a person of Buddha Country to be hiding inside this statue."
"Yanfuti’s Mola Fruit in the Palm..."
"What’s a Mola Fruit?" Zhou Xuan pressed down harder with his right foot, nearly stomping this child into the blue-brick floor.
"Those born with defects are all Mola Fruits; you’re not... you’re not... you’re Zhou Xuan... I hurried here from the mountain and actually failed to discover that you were Zhou Xuan."
Zhou Xuan said with a cold smile, "From what you’re saying, you know me? And you weren’t always in this hall—it was only when I disguised myself as a blind man and entered the temple that you rushed over?"
"Zhou Xuan... Buddha Country and you are irreconcilable."
"Cut the crap. I’ve seen plenty of you Buddha Country people; you’re all like latrine stones—stinking and hard. I can’t be bothered to argue with you."
Zhou Hu shouted toward his own Secret Realm, "Little Brain, come out and identify him, one of your Buddha Country fellow villagers is here."
The Buddha Country Main Brain crawled out from Zhou Xuan’s Secret Realm. As if someone had just triggered his keywords, he started screeching the instant he emerged: "I am irreconcilable with the people of Buddha Country."
Zhou Xuan flicked the Main Brain’s head with a snap and said, "Enough with the useless lines. Take a look—who is he?"
Although the Little Brain had already been successfully brainwashed by Miss Qiang, the "data" in his mind hadn’t been erased.
That data didn’t include anything about any grand plan or great Secret of Buddha Country, but—it did contain records of various figures from Buddha Country.
Meaning, he knew quite a few of the noteworthy personages in Buddha Country.
After circling once around that Child, Little Brain said to Zhou Xuan, "Boss, this is Buddha Country’s Hundred-eyed Child; he has a master behind him."
"Oh? He’s got a master? Who is it?"
Zhou Xuan asked.
"It’s the Realm Master of the Buddha Country’s Seventeenth Heaven—Yanfutai Buddha Mother."
Only then did Zhou Xuan recall the scripture about the Hundred-eyed Child—Yanfuti’s Mola Fruit in the Palm.
"So Yanfuti was actually a personal name."
Zhou Xuan let out a cold laugh.
When the Hundred-eyed Child heard Little Brain reveal his identity and the person behind him, he immediately twisted his head with all his strength to look over.
When he saw that walnut-sized object, he cried out in shock, "That’s our Buddha Country Main Brain."
"Not anymore... now he’s the brain of our Zhou Family’s Troupe."
Zhou Xuan lifted Little Brain in his palm, smiling as he spoke.
At this moment Little Brain grew even more smug and said, "Master, I have important intel to report."
"Speak."
"After I say it, next time there’s a banquet in the Secret Realm, can I have first pick of the dishes?" Little Brain "raised his price on the spot."
"After Black Water and Blood Well have eaten, you’ll be third in line." Zhou Xuan promised.
Only then was Little Brain satisfied. He said, "Master, I’ll tell you this: the Hundred-eyed Child cannot live on his own. Every few days that Yanfutai Buddha Mother must appear and feed him a Mola Fruit."
"This Hundred-eyed Child, without that Mola Fruit, won’t live many days."
"Since you caught him alive, that proves... Yanfutai Buddha Mother is here in Ping Shui Prefecture."
"Oh... is that so?"
Zhou Xuan’s eyebrows shot up.
He had come seeking Lady Lianhua precisely to verify whether the Lady was from Buddha Country.
If she truly was from Buddha Country, he would take Lady Lianhua and give an account to the Witch God.
By his initial estimation—even if Lady Lianhua was from Buddha Country, she’d be nothing more than a "vassal" type figure, unable to stir up any great waves.
He never imagined
he’d actually hook a big fish.
Buddha Country had Thirty-Three Heavens; Yanfutai Buddha Mother was the Realm Master of the Seventeenth Heaven—this status was anything but ordinary.
"We’re getting close to the head of Buddha Country."
Zhou Xuan couldn’t help sighing at how good his luck was.
As for whether this Buddha Mother of the Seventeenth Heaven was too powerful, whether he, Zhou Xuan, might not be able to match her—he wasn’t worried in the slightest.
"Where do you think this is? Ping Shui Prefecture. Our Zhou Family’s ancestral patriarch is lying right there in the Zhou Family’s Troupe."
The Nuo God of Ping Shui Prefecture was the strongest Heavenly God in Jing Country.
"Little Brain, you’ve made great contributions today. Work with me and pry some useful information out of this Hundred Mothers Child’s mouth. As for that Realm Master of the Seventeenth Heaven—we can’t let her get away."
Zhou Xuan said this with a smile, pride written all over his face...
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