The Glazed Bodhisattva departed, and the powerful Buddhist cultivators of the city who witnessed the scene had flickering eyes. It was clear to anyone with discernment that the Glazed Bodhisattva was angered.
Previously, she had invited the monk A San to return to the Medicine Buddha Sect together, but who would have thought she would simply leave, abandoning A San right where he stood.
Was she genuinely angry and had forgotten about A San, or was it a deliberate act? Some mused.
The young masters from the three major sects were clearly targeting monk A San. Now, with the Glazed Bodhisattva leaving A San behind, it was an obvious intention to instigate a direct conflict between them.
"Heh heh, Senior Brother, it seems the Bodhisattva doesn't think highly of you," said the Blissful Monk with a mocking tone. He believed the Glazed Bodhisattva intentionally left A San behind to give him an opportunity to challenge A San.
Simultaneously, the Ksitigarbha Monk and the Great Freedom Monk, standing nearby, also had flickering eyes. A hint of fighting spirit appeared in their gazes towards A San.
"My three junior brothers, why must you make things difficult for your senior brother?" Monk A San inquired with a gentle smile, his expression calm.
"Make things difficult? Senior Brother, your words seem a little distant. The Buddha's True Sutra belongs to the strong; this has been the ancient rule of the Buddhist Province." The Blissful Monk's eyes gleamed with a sharp light. At this moment, the clamor in the city seemed to diminish. Countless powerful cultivators were keenly observing this scene.
Could it be that the Buddhist young masters were about to contend for the Buddha's True Sutra today? To vie for the position of the First Buddhist Young Master?
Monk A San smiled, looked at the young masters of the three major sects, and then spoke.
"My three junior brothers, do you intend to decide the ownership of the Buddha's True Sutra today?"
Upon hearing Monk A San's words, the eyes of the Blissful Monk and the other two flashed with surprise. Even some of the powerful figures secretly observing the scene couldn't help but exclaim.
Could they witness the confrontation between the Buddhist young masters of the Buddhist Province today? To witness the rightful owner of the Buddha's True Sutra?
This was too sudden!
It was well-known that the battles between the Buddhist young masters of each generation were not decided in a single day. The young masters had to compete not only in strength but also in Buddhist dharma.
Furthermore, the Buddhist sects would also intervene, assigning tasks to the young masters to test their abilities, until the true owner of the sutra was finally determined.
Now, with Monk A San's statement, was he suggesting that the ownership of the True Sutra should be settled within a single day?
"Senior Brother is joking. How can the ownership of the True Sutra be easily decided? However, this junior brother's strength has recently made a slight breakthrough, and I would like to ask Senior Brother for some guidance." The Blissful Monk spoke. Although he also wished to obtain the True Sutra immediately, A San's attitude made him hesitate. The latter seemed not to be worried at all about the threat posed by the three of them.
After all, they only had one chance to compete for the True Sutra. Once they failed, they would never have another opportunity.
Therefore, he had to ensure an absolutely foolproof plan to ultimately obtain the True Sutra.
However, he also did not wish to lose face. Since they had encountered each other, he would use this opportunity to test A San's strength, thereby increasing his chances of winning the True Sutra in the future.
Upon hearing the Blissful Monk's words, the Ksitigarbha Monk and the Great Freedom Monk beside him also felt a stir. This was an opportunity to test Monk A San's current strength, and they did not want to miss it.
However, as they were Buddhist cultivators, and the Blissful Monk had already spoken, it was awkward for them to speak up again. If all three young masters attacked A San together, even if they tested his strength, such an action would be rather dishonorable.
But Monk A San's next words brought a hint of pleasant surprise to their eyes.
Monk A San smiled, slowly extended his right hand, palm facing upwards, glanced at the three junior brothers, and said in a gentle tone.
"Since Junior Brother Blissful wishes for my guidance, why don't the three junior brothers attack together? Senior brother has gained much from his trip to the East. It's a good opportunity for us brothers to mutually verify our current strengths."
As these words were spoken, countless people watching in secret exclaimed. Monk A San was going to fight three against one!
It was known that the cultivation realms of the Blissful Monk and the other two were the same as Monk A San's, and they were all peerless prodigies whose strength was not significantly different.
Now, with Monk A San proposing that all three attack him, even if it were just a sparring session, it seemed far too impulsive.
If he were to lose, or be suppressed by the three young masters, it would greatly damage the reputation of the Buddhist sect's young masters.
However, the Blissful Monk and the other two clearly did not think that far. Since Monk A San had taken the initiative to propose it, and they also wished to attack, what reason was there to refuse?
"Amitabha. If that is the case, Senior Brother, please enlighten me!" The Blissful Monk spoke, cupping his hands together, his aura instantly surging.
"Senior Brother, please forgive this offense!"
Simultaneously, the auras of the Ksitigarbha Monk and the Great Freedom Monk also became powerful. They too prepared to attack.
In contrast, Monk A San's aura remained unchanged, as if he were an ordinary person. He still held out his hand, seemingly waiting for the three opponents to make the first move.
"Senior Brother, be careful!" The Blissful Monk roared, a cold smile flashing in his eyes. He saw that Monk A San had not unleashed his aura up to this point, clearly indicating that the latter was being overconfident. With three young masters attacking, even if A San was confident, he shouldn't be so nonchalant.
"Boom!"
The Blissful Monk unleashed a palm strike, and instantly, a gigantic golden palm appeared before him, charging towards Monk A San.
At the same time, the other two young masters also attacked. One pointed a finger, and the other slapped the ground. A crack appeared in the ground, spreading towards Monk A San.
The attacks from the three were the ultimate techniques of their respective sects, immensely powerful. The surrounding spiritual energy of heaven and earth instantly fluctuated violently.
Concurrently, the powerful cultivators from the three major sects positioned themselves around the area, sealing off the void to prevent the ripples of the battle between the young masters from spreading out.
In the arena, the attacks from the Blissful Monk and the other two surged towards Monk A San. A strong wind whipped up in the field, but Monk A San remained still, as if rooted to the spot. The attacks from the three were about to land on him.
Witnessing this, the onlookers around the arena couldn't help but feel their hearts tighten. Why hadn't Monk A San retaliated yet? What was the opponent's intention?
It was known that although the three had no intention to kill, if Monk A San were to be hit by their attacks without any resistance, he would at least be seriously injured.
But immediately afterward, the onlookers erupted in exclamations, their faces filled with shock.
"Amitabha!"
In the arena, the voices of Monk A San suddenly echoed in the ears of the Blissful Monk and the other two. Following that, they saw Monk A San's body growing larger and larger before their eyes, instantly becoming hundreds of meters tall, transforming into a giant.
As for themselves, they became smaller and smaller, only able to look up at Monk A San.
In the next moment, they saw the giant Monk A San lower his head, looking down at them, and then he spoke.
"My three junior brothers, you have lost!"
"What???"
"What is going on?!"
The Blissful Monk and the other two were shocked, a moment of confusion on their faces.
Why had they lost?
But in the next moment, they understood the outcome. They saw the ground where they stood begin to shake violently. Simultaneously, they realized that the entire Glazed City was starting to shatter and collapse.
And at the four cardinal directions of Glazed City, five colossal pillars of golden light were slowly approaching Glazed City.
They were in Monk A San's right hand!!!
Monk A San's move was precisely the supreme Buddhist art, the Land within a Palm!