This Journey To The West Is So Terrifying Chapter 132

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Looking at Lin Fang, who wore a deceitful smile, the Spirit of Flame creatures could only feel that his smile was full of hypocrisy. They all curled their lips dismissively, thinking that even the act of subjugation was phrased differently, lacking any originality.

However, at the moment, they seemed to have no better option, with only this one path to take.

Thus, Lin Fang acquired a large number of Spirit of Flame creatures. When he enlarged the Pagoda, countless Spirit of Flame creatures entered it, and the entire Pagoda glowed resplendently atop Flame Mountain, radiating dazzling brilliance.

“Princess, look over there!” Qing Mei pointed at the distant mountain range with some astonishment.

Iron Fan, who was already panting from exhaustion, looked up and saw the gleaming Pagoda in the distance, squinting her eyes slightly.

“What a formidable Magical Treasure, is this his confidence?” the Tieshan Princess muttered to herself.

Looking at the Glazed Pagoda shining brightly, the Iron Fan Princess could sense a powerful aura emanating from the Treasure, which after many refinements, finally revealed its fierce power.

Just then, Lin Fang slowly walked out from Flame Mountain, with flames on either side automatically parting to clear a path for him. At that moment, he seemed to have become the sovereign of the flames.

Upon seeing this, Iron Fan Princess revealed a radiant smile and said, “Congratulations, Fellow Taoist, on your Divine Skills reaching Great Accomplishment.”

Looking at the weary Iron Fan Princess, Lin Fang responded very politely, “Thank you Princess, for your gracious assistance.”

Even without the help of Iron Fan Princess, he could have subdued the Treasure, but it would have unquestionably demanded more time. He could not help but be grateful for such a favor.

But Iron Fan Princess simply waved her hand and said, “Fellow Taoist, you need not thank me. It was your own good fortune that has arrived. Even if I had fought to death to assist you, it might have been to no avail.”

“May I ask, Fellow Taoist, what are your plans for the future?” Iron Fan Princess turned and inquired.

Lin Fang revealed a wry smile and said, “A person with no fixed abode, who lives a life of constant upheaval, has no particular destination in mind. I’ll just take things as they come.”

“However, it won’t be so easy for you to leave now,” Iron Fan remarked, as her tone suddenly shifted.

“Oh! What has happened?”

“Shortly after Fellow Taoist entered Flame Mountain, the Buddhist Sect waged war on us. Now they have cast a Heavenly Net, and it will not be easy for you to leave,” Iron Fan Princess recounted the recent events.

Lin Fang rubbed his forehead in frustration, realizing that he could not avoid getting caught up in this turmoil. He had planned to master his Divine Skills and then leave, but the progress of the war had exceeded his expectations.

Since things had come to this, he had no choice but to accept it. This could be the opportunity to settle some old scores with the Buddhist forces, with King Niumo at the forefront, after all.

So he sighed and said, “Given these circumstances, I shall stay here and confront the Buddhist Sect.”

Immediately, Iron Fan Princess beamed with a radiant smile.

As time progressed, the Buddhist Sect launched their second offensive. This time, Arhats, protectors, and Bhikkhunis became the spearhead, relentlessly invading the forests, methodically hunting down members of the Demon Clan.

For the Demon Kings stationed on the border, the cruel war truly began at that moment.

In just a few days, many Demon Kings who had recently joined Zhilei Mountain perished at the hands of the Buddhist Sect.

In times of public panic, King Niumo’s most elite forces began to take action. These were all Great Demons with years of accumulation; in both combat experience and mana, they were beyond compare to those newly joined members of the Demon Clan. They quickly turned the tide of the unfavorable situation and resumed a stalemate.

Meanwhile, the Buddhist Sect took advantage of this time to continuously send their forces to the battlefield.

Everyone knew this was the calm before the storm, that once the accumulated strength of both sides reached a certain point, a fierce battle would ensue.

Inside the tent, Gālan looked at the wounded soldiers being carried back with a gradually deepening somber expression on his face.

“It seems we have all underestimated the strength of King Niumo; he has quietly amassed so many skilled fighters,” Gālan said with a sigh.

“Alas! These people are after all new recruits, with varied levels of strength, hardly enough to confront those seasoned Great Demons,” said a nearby Arhat, bearing scars and speaking with a compassionate tone.

“Detestably, those Ascetic Monks are reluctant to take action, otherwise, we wouldn’t have so few hands!” someone shouted angrily.

“Silence!” the Arhat bellowed in fury.

He coldly glanced at the monk who had spoken and then continued, “These Ascetic Monks are the essence of our Buddhist Sect. They spend their lives delving into the Buddhist Law and will not intervene unless faced with an existential crisis for the Sect.”

The newcomers were ignorant of the times when the Buddhist Sect faced its hardest trials, times when these Ascetic Monks physically exemplified their faith, walking upon the Earth and embodying the principles of the Sect.

Dressed in tattered robes, barefoot, they regarded all living beings with compassion, propagating the Buddhist Law wherever they went, alleviating the worries and solving the problems of the people.

They were the ones who, with their lives and blood, forged the foundation of the Buddhist Sect and through continuous exposure to the elements, deepened their understanding of the Law, spreading the teachings throughout the lands of the West.

Every person from the Buddhist Sect had heard of these individuals, their detachment from the world, their backbone of the Sect, the true Cultivators within Buddhism.

Every time he saw the emaciated bodies and ragged robes of these Ascetic Monks, and their resolute gaze, the Arhat would feel ashamed.

He always felt as though his thoughts lay bare in front of them, although they chose not to criticize.

These monks would visit Mount Ling infrequently, seeking to hear the Buddhist Law. As for the so-called Bodhisattva status or Wish Power, these were mere fleeting clouds to them. In some sense, these were the true Buddhists. You might not agree with their ideologies, but you could not fault their virtue and strength.

“If we allowed them to intervene, that would be our greatest disgrace,” the Arhat said coldly, his majestic gaze sweeping across the room. Everyone lowered their heads before he exited the tent.

“You need not be too upset; they have not been part of the Buddhist Sect for long and are unaware of the great deeds these people have accomplished in the past,” Gālan’s voice followed the Arhat.

The Arhat touched his forehead then said with a sigh, “Sometimes, I think this war is a mistake.”

“Oh! Why would you think that?” Gālan looked at his companion with interest.

“So many sacrifices, so much Incense Willpower wasted, is it worth it?”

Gālan remained silent. Was it worth it?

He could not provide an answer, given that they were insignificant figures, without even a name in the battle array of the Buddhist Sect.

Those of high stature who made these plans would certainly not disclose their true intentions to them.