“Alright.”

“What a coincidence, we're ready too.”

This scene really had the air of Duke Xiang of Song’s benevolence;

Everyone had set up their pieces and were ready to go, prepared to fight a proper battle.

On one side, Bodhisattva had finished his preparations, the Sumeru Small World was fully reinforced, expected to withstand the shockwaves from the coming fight;

On the other side, other than picking his nose, spouting nonsense, and scratching his crotch, the old Taoist didn’t really do anything.

Right now, Bodhisattva’s figure remained composed, each step he took causing the scene behind him to twist further, stacking up step by step, until in the end, it would form the most terrifying pressure.

This pressure,

Would be enough to force the Last Lord to use his true power.

Bodhisattva’s goal was, in fact, only this.

He wasn’t thinking of having a final battle with the Last Lord here; all he needed to do was taste the water.

This pressure, coming from the soul, from reality, and even from faith, brought with it an extremely terrifying sense of oppression and despair.

Zhou Ze’s eyes were slightly red, and his teeth were biting his lip.

To Bodhisattva's surprise, when facing this pressure, it was one thing for the old Taoist to appear unaffected; after all, he was a figure who stood at the same height as himself a thousand years ago, so he had some self-control.

But the young man on the bed next to the old Taoist was the same.

Even,

The middle-aged man who had previously shown the most unsightly behavior was now able to stand there steadily with his head lowered.

Bodhisattva was tired.

Having come to beg for alms,

And reincarnated for so many days,

He also felt a bit bored.

At this moment,

He somewhat missed the wound-covered sky of Hell and the flowers in his small temple's flowerbed that needed careful tending.

Let's end it,

All of this.

Bodhisattva raised his hand,

Behind him,

A golden Buddha image appeared,

The Buddha's vastness, the Buddha's solemnity, the Buddha's boundlessness!

Zhou Ze reached out and grabbed Old Zhang’s shoulder, pulling him back.

"You get down."

At this time, as the boss, as the leader, Boss Zhou’s performance was indeed qualified. He could have pretended that he didn’t know anything, or just continued to shout with red eyes, asking why, and then watch Old Zhang sacrifice himself.

Unfortunately, Boss Zhou really couldn’t do this. Perhaps he had lived too depressingly and too tiredly in his previous life, and in this life, he really didn’t want to live so cautiously anymore.

The old Taoist looked up at the terrifying Buddha light above, and then looked at Zhou Ze in front of him, muttering:

"Can't stop it, lad."

Yes, it can't be stopped.

What he was talking about wasn’t the Buddha light, but Old Zhang’s change.

It was like a ship that had been holed; sinking was only a matter of time.

"Boss, it's okay."

Old Zhang didn’t retreat as Zhou Ze had asked, but instead continued to stand in place.

"Listen to me, come back, I'll go."

Boss Zhou didn’t bother to consult with the iron-headed fool in his heart. He didn’t believe that when he stepped up to the front, the iron-headed fool would be willing to silently be slapped to death by the Bodhisattva statue like a fly.

However,

When Zhou Ze exerted force with his palm, wanting to pull the stubborn Old Zhang back,

He was shocked to discover,

That Old Zhang was standing there,

As if nailed to the spot,

Completely unmovable.

And a scorching heat was coming from his palm, and the temperature was rapidly rising.

"Hiss..."

Zhou Ze subconsciously retracted his scalded hand.

Old Zhang turned his head, looked at Zhou Ze, and smiled.

"Boss, I'm doing this willingly."

"You motherfucker, get back here, I don't have time to play sentimental with you, how disgusting."

Old Zhang took a deep breath and nodded.

"Then let's not be sentimental."

After saying that,

Old Zhang suddenly raised his head,

And a milky white flame rose from his body.

"Roar!"

A low roar came from Old Zhang’s body, and the flame shot straight up.

"Boom!"

The huge palm that Bodhisattva had condensed couldn’t last long in the flames. Before it could even fall, it had already been completely incinerated.

Diting, under the lotus seat, bared its teeth. It could clearly feel that a terrifying aura was gradually awakening, and this aura was a natural threat to it!

The old Taoist chuckled, took a banana, peeled it open, and sucked on it.

Heh,

Watching the show.

Bodhisattva’s gaze narrowed slightly, and a familiar feeling was coming over him. He put his hands together again and said in a deep voice:

"Boundless Buddhist Dharma."

The majestic Buddha light crashed down, like a mountain, suppressing everything!

Old Zhang’s lips were moving non-stop, as if he was repeating something, and at this moment, he raised one of his hands.

The milky white flame began to spread further, and his body was gradually becoming transparent.

When there was only one competitor left, it was also when the xiezhi would return again. In the end, what returned was the xiezhi, the rule of law.

This wasn’t a throne where whoever could sit on it could inherit this vast kingdom; this was a furnace, and whoever entered it would be completely melted.

"The net of law covers everything!"

A muffled voice came from Old Zhang’s body, with a bit of dullness, as if it had just woken up and hadn’t fully opened its eyes yet, still drowsy.

However,

In the sky above,

A net really appeared,

This net,

Covering the firmament,

Seemed to be able to capture everything in the world, and any small detail was unable to escape under this net of law.

Even the mountain-like Buddha light was now tightly wrapped within it, unable to move at all.

Two consecutive applications of Buddhist Dharma had been easily resolved by the other side. It was fortunate that they were now in this small Sumeru world, and not in Hell, otherwise it would have shocked a lot of people.

When had Bodhisattva, who had been high above and watching over Hell for thousands of years, ever been so weak in front of someone?

Even when facing Ying Gou and the return of the First, when he was repeatedly smashed down, it was only because Bodhisattva disdained to fight them at that time.

As long as he didn’t fight, it meant he hadn’t lost.

No matter how miserable the outcome, he still carried a sense of composure.

This wasn’t just putting gold on his own face, because on that day, whether it was those who were hitting him or those who were watching him get hit, afterwards, they all still held Bodhisattva in high regard.

But now,

Bodhisattva had already made his move,

And once he made his move, the result of victory or defeat would certainly come.

The old Taoist continued to suck on his banana, not forgetting to joke:

"I say, Ksitigarbha, didn't you eat enough?"

This was purely watching the fun and not minding the trouble, and he really liked the scene in front of him.

Digging such a big hole with so much effort, and then watching Ksitigarbha step into the hole step by step,

Hiss,

This taste, this sense of accomplishment, the taste of this melon, delicious.

In the rear, the golden lotus floated up, directly coming to the top.

Immediately afterwards,

Bodhisattva’s figure disappeared from the spot, appearing on top of the golden lotus.

The light of the golden lotus instantly merged with the aura on Bodhisattva’s body.

At this moment,

The light was restrained,

Leaving only layers of material like gold powder covering the golden lotus.

"Suppress!"

Bodhisattva formed a hand seal,

The golden lotus fell.

"Boom!"

The rising milky white flame was directly split open by the golden lotus.

The majestic pressure directly disappeared.

"Buzz!"

Old Zhang’s body trembled violently, and the sound of unbearable weight even came from his knee joints.

"Crack!" "Crack!"

Two closely connected snapping sounds came,

Old Zhang directly knelt on the ground, supporting himself with his hands.

The golden lotus was above,

The terrifying pressure came wave after wave.

Old Zhang’s back began to be pressed down, down, and down again.

Since Buddhist Dharma couldn’t work against the other side’s strange flames, Bodhisattva chose something else.

Under this terrifying pressure, Old Zhang’s spine began to explode like firecrackers, one section after another.

This sound made people’s scalps tingle.

The old Taoist threw the banana peel directly on the ground,

Pointed at the Bodhisattva above and scolded:

"Tch, you're too shameless. Who was it who said they couldn't stand the Buddhas in the Buddhist realm and came to Hell alone to find the true Buddhist Dharma?

What, you can't stand them but you're still using their magical artifacts, you're too tsundere!

This golden lotus is the relic of Dipankara Buddha after his nirvana, and it's considered a treasure in the Buddhist realm, yet it's in your hands."

Bodhisattva was neither happy nor sad, but he was willing to respond to the old Taoist’s words.

"Instruments have no nature; when a Buddha holds a demon blade, he is also an arhat."

The meaning of this was that tools were innocent and didn’t distinguish between good and evil; it depended on the nature of the person using them.

"Alright, alright, alright, you monks, all you're good at is arguing."

The old Taoist rolled up his sleeves,

Finally got out of bed,

Pointed his finger at the Bodhisattva,

Jumped twice in place,

"Looks like this Lord has to take action personally. This Lord is warning you, if this Lord really takes action, don't you dare run away. I want to see if this Lord can finish a love-hate kill with you before the Xuanyuan Sword comes to find this Lord!"

Bodhisattva still stepped on the golden lotus, continuing to suppress and grind Old Zhang below, but his eyes had already turned to the old Taoist.

"Come, come, come, this Lord doesn't like to bully people. You settle this little friend first, and then this Lord will duel with you!"

The old Taoist put on the air of an experienced gangster.

But after hearing these words, Bodhisattva,

Lowered his head,

And looked at the golden lotus below,

At Old Zhang, who had been crushed until his body was completely lying on the ground and almost unrecognizable.

For a moment,

Bodhisattva was silent.

"Yo, you see it? Not bad, not bad, you're a smart man. There might not be many people in this world smarter than you, but really, as this Lord said before, give you another thousand years, and it'd probably be a different story. But there's no way.

Don't say I'm bullying you."

After saying that,

The old Taoist pointed his finger at Zhou Ze behind him,

And then pointed at Old Zhang, who was about to be crushed into a pancake in front,

"Here, even I can only be considered a little brother."

After saying that,

A very gloating smile appeared on the old Taoist’s face,

And he continued:

"People are worried that the eggshell is too hard and they can't hatch, this is great, you're even helping him peel the shell.

Thank you!"