Chapter 57 The Bodhisattva of the Sun, Moon and Stars Enters the Camp
Hissssss~
The Silent Snake was as fast as lightning, and with the aura of death, it shot out fiercely.
"Madman."
Lei Zhenzi gritted his teeth and cursed.
He is just an earthly immortal, but he can suppress himself into a state of embarrassment.
The Silent Snake shot to his side with a look of death, and exploded, filling the surroundings with the true meaning of decay, causing his lifespan to dissipate crazily like a tide. If he persisted for a moment longer, he would be forcibly consumed by Manjusri.
If it were an ordinary character, Lei Zhen would be able to suppress it at his fingertips, but Manjusri was his elder and the same disciple of his teacher Yun Zhongzi.
If he takes action against Manjusri, he will be despised by the world, he will bring shame to the teacher, and he will not follow the teachings of Kunlun Mountain.
"Damn it, he is sure to eat me. If he flutters his wings and leaves, he will be accused of running away from the battle. If he stays here, his lifespan will be eaten away by those little snakes. If he takes action against him, he will be bullied without any conscience.
I simply cannot bear the responsibility of destroying my ancestors."
"Every path is wrong, what should I do, ahhhh!!!"
Manjusri flicked his fingers, and the silent snakes flew out of his sleeves one after another.
The power of this spell is comparable to that of an Earth Immortal, but the true meaning of annihilation contained in it can corrode lifespan, making Lei Zhenzi dare not force it, so he can only run away in confusion.
He is like a catfish in a swamp, struggling wildly in the filthy mud, but unable to escape the approach of death.
A feeling of powerlessness filled his heart. Lei Zhenzi looked at the plain white figure below, fear gradually rising in his heart.
Everyone watched with fear and were shocked by Manjusri's crazy behavior.
Seeing Lei Zhenzi's miserable appearance, Manjusri looked cold and his eyes were deep.
The smoother the path of spiritual practice goes, the more fragile the mind becomes.
He urged him to become a viper one after another, not caring about the eyes of others. Lei Zhenzi only had the power of wind and thunder on his wings, but he never had the courage to resist.
The more openly he acted, the more hesitant and frightened Lei Zhenzi became.
"This is the sad thing." Manjusri looked at the sky with a faint look, indifferently. "The creatures created the rules, but are bound by the rules."
"Lei Zhenzi obeys the rules and dare not overstep them, but forgets that the rules are meant to be broken. Those who are trapped by invisible matter are the real weak ones."
Facing torture, Lei Zhenzi wanted to rush down, tear Manjusri into pieces, take out his soul and light it into a sky lantern.
But he knew he couldn't.
The rules of etiquette, justice, integrity, respect for seniority and inferiority are like invisible mountains, weighing heavily on his back, leaving him helpless and unable to dismount.
He roared crazily, venting his confusion, and his heart was full of regret and self-blame.
Twenty percent of his lifespan has been wiped out, his body is filled with a strong sense of exhaustion, and his feathers are gradually withering.
"Uncle Manjusri."
Lei Zhenzi made up his mind, folded his wings and knelt down on the ground.
He gasped for air and tried to straighten up, but he stooped involuntarily.
The aging of his body was still acceptable, but the setback of his will caused his mind to collapse.
Manjusri walked up to Lei Zhenzi and looked at him condescendingly.
He exuded a cool breath, as cold and transparent as the bright moon, filling Lei Zhenzi's nasal cavity.
Lei Zhenzi's face was pale, his body was trembling slightly, and his fear continued to grow. He looked at Manjusri timidly and swallowed hard.
"Please, uncle, please atone for your sins."
The camp was completely silent, except for the crackling sound of torches appearing sporadically in the cold night.
Everyone held their breath, shocked by Manjusri's cruelty, with their hearts pounding and their breathing rapid.
Manjusri raised his foot and stepped hard on Lei Zhenzi's shoulder, causing his slightly stooped body to be kicked directly to the ground.
Lei Zhenzi straightened up stubbornly and looked at Manjusri with resentment in his eyes.
"Very good, I like your stubborn look." Wenshu said calmly, squatted down, and patted Lei Zhenzi's face with his hand.
"From now on, I will continue to use spells to eat away at your lifespan, causing your meridians to rot and your bones to age. There will be no further possibility for your life."
"According to the rules, I will be imprisoned by the saint in Mount Wutai for tens of thousands of years, but you will become a complete waste and be ruthlessly abandoned on the roadside, just like you were abandoned in Yanshan."
Manjusri's cold voice made Yang Jian's heart stop and he couldn't help but shudder.
Lei Zhenzi gasped for air and fell limply to the ground. His pride and character were shattered by Manjusri.
No, it can't be like this.
He seemed to hear thunder, heavy rain, and the crashing of tree branches.
On that rainy night, he was abandoned by his parents in Yanshan. The icy rain spread all over his body. Even now thinking about that biting cold wave, he feels uncomfortable.
"Master, please spare my life." He quickly threw himself at Manjusri's feet, his voice hoarse, his eyes full of pleading.
Manjusri straightened his sleeves, stood up, and looked at Lei Zhenzi condescendingly.
"Kneel here until he comes."
As night fell, Manjusri went straight back to his tent to rest, completely ignoring the shock of others.
Is this the kind teacher Jin Zha talks about?
Too cruel.
The blatant threats and ruthless tactics are frightening.
Nezha looked at Yang Jian, his face full of questions: "Brother Yang Jian, is this still the true immortality of Chan's teaching?"
Yang Jian was silent, looking at the tent with a faint gaze, and his mind was full of thoughts.
In the early morning, the warm sunshine comes quietly, dispelling the coldness of the night.
The unique camellias in Bishui Pass are blooming one after another, not affected by the cold night at all, showing their vitality unbridled, gathering into a milky white ocean, paving the road like a soft wool blanket.
When the chirping sound sounds, the industrious birds begin to look for insects to feed themselves in the sea of camellias. The insects survive the night, their bodies are stiff and their reactions are clumsy. This is the best time to hunt.
The wind linizards with their eyes tightly closed slowly crawled out of the cave. Their tongues are long and thin, filled with sticky saliva, and can penetrate deep into gaps to find insect eggs to feed themselves.
Since the morning dew has gone, the clouds have remained.
Xiqi's camp gradually woke up, and the soldiers methodically chopped wood, made fires, and cooked rice.
The smoke curled up, and a lonely figure knelt in the camp. The passing generals and disciples glanced at Jin Zha's camp with lingering fear.
In such a "beautiful" scene, a team is slowly arriving in front of Xiqi Camp.
The holy and flawless white elephant, the mighty and solemn tiger, the gorgeous and luxurious ostrich, all sit on them with Western disciples chanting scriptures from all walks of life.
A halo of light rose behind them, filled with bustling scenes of bliss.
Petals are flying, necklaces are decorated in the sky, golden lamps are swaying, and the aura of auspiciousness and blessing turns into colorful clouds and silk ribbons hanging down and steaming.
The big blue scorpion with the lotus on its back ignored the topography of Sishui Pass and came from a distance carrying a man with a kind face and gentle eyes.
Behind him, a big-bellied carp swam out of thin air, with a beard stretching back, pulling a gorgeous carriage. The young man inside had a cold face and held a silver orb in his hand.
In the sky, the stars fell and turned into strange naughty boys, looking at the Xiqi Camp with curiosity.
The three of them arrived in front of the camp one after another, and Jiang Ziya hurried out to greet them, with a smile on his face.
Manjusri looked into the distance through the curtains, narrowed his eyes slightly, and tapped the vase rhythmically with his fingers.
"The three Bodhisattvas of the Sun, Moon and Star did not expect that the leader who came to Xiqi this time was actually a pharmacist!"