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Yin Yang Demon Suppression
“Amitabha! The Poor Monk offers you liberation!” Dunkong Monk chanted a Buddhist mantra, looking at the Golden Serpent with compassion.
“Hiss!” Upon seeing Dunkong's compassionate gaze, the Golden Serpent, being a Puppet, felt a flicker of fear. It wanted to escape but found itself unable to move even an inch. Turning back, it realized that its tail was firmly grasped by the seemingly frail old man.
“Amitabha!” Dunkong proclaimed another mantra, and his left hand, gripping the serpent's tail, bulged with muscle, though hidden beneath his wide monk robe. He lifted his left hand and forcefully swung it to the left.
“Boom!” A breaking sound echoed as the massive Golden Serpent was flung like a rope by this gentle motion. It crashed heavily against the wall, causing the entire tomb chamber to tremble. Joan and Old Ma struggled to maintain their balance.
Given the vast difference in size, even Dunkong's strength should not have allowed him to swing the Golden Serpent like that. Even if it were just a rope, it would be difficult to lift it with such a motion. However, Dunkong was not merely strong; otherwise, he would not have been called Grandmaster by Ye Mingshang. His control over power was remarkable; although his movements were minimal, he effectively utilized the transmission of force—greater distance meant greater strength—evoking a sense of Tai Chi's principle of using softness to overcome hardness.
The Golden Serpent had tough skin and incredible defense. Despite being struck with such force, it suffered little damage. However, it was terrified of this seemingly compassionate yet ruthless monk. Although it was just a Puppet, it possessed simple intelligence and thought. With thought came understanding of fear.
“Hiss!” The Golden Serpent raised its head and desperately twisted its body in an attempt to escape but found its tail firmly held by Dunkong, unable to move an inch.
“Amitabha!”
“Roar!!!” Hearing Dunkong chant the mantra made the Golden Serpent even more frantic in its attempts to break free. It understood that whenever this monk recited that mantra, trouble was sure to follow...
Dunkong chanted another mantra and tightly gripped the Golden Serpent before violently flinging it towards the right wall. As the Golden Serpent struggled and tensed up, it made it easier for Dunkong to exert force; this time he managed to slam the defensively formidable serpent hard enough that it became somewhat dazed! Many golden scales fell off its body.
However, that was not the end; before the Golden Serpent could recover, it was flung towards the left.
The sounds of “bang bang” echoed continuously as the entire palace shook. Dust fell from above as if it might collapse at any moment. Joan and Old Ma could no longer stand firm and clung tightly to a nearby pillar.
After about a cup of tea's worth of time, Dunkong finally stopped. The once-mighty Golden Serpent now looked utterly defeated. Its once majestic appearance was gone; countless scales had fallen off, its dragon-like horns were broken, and its gem-like eyes had fallen out during one of the impacts. It looked utterly disheveled.
“Amitabha! Congratulations on your liberation from suffering...” Dunkong joined his hands together and bowed slightly, embodying the demeanor of a High Monk who had attained enlightenment.
However, Old Ma and Joan, who had just gotten up from the ground, could only smile wryly. The old monk was indeed powerful, but his methods were too brutal and violent. It seemed he also had a somewhat dark side, always chanting Buddhist scriptures when he acted, and wore a look of pity...
"The Golden Serpent has been defeated, but where is the exit?" Ye Mingshang pondered while stroking his chin.
At that moment, everyone suddenly felt a wave of dizziness, and reality became blurred. This startled them greatly, yet they could do nothing about it.
When their vision cleared again, they found themselves back in the corridor where they had first arrived, with two tomb chambers on either side. However, ahead was no longer a wall but a straight passageway.
"What... what is going on?!" Joan exclaimed with wide eyes, utterly incredulous.
"Truth Within Falsehood... I didn't expect it to be used to such an extent!" Ye Mingshang squinted his eyes, looking serious.
"Is it really Illusion?! Have we all fallen into Illusion before?! When did that happen?!" Old Ma also looked incredulous. Could someone really use Illusion to such a degree? The ability to create an entrance was already astonishing enough; after all, it was merely the manifestation of a piece of land. But what had just happened was too real! And they had fallen into Illusion without any awareness. Even experts like Ye Mingshang and Dunkong were affected. If they were ambushed by enemies at this moment! It was simply unimaginable!
"It seems the enemy's strength should not be underestimated; we need to stay vigilant!" Ye Mingshang said calmly.
Everyone nodded and then proceeded forward.
Along the way, they encountered no traps or mechanisms; perhaps they felt it unnecessary. After all, only experts like Ye Mingshang and Dunkong could break through that layer of illusion unless there was another master proficient in Illusion who understood Truth Within Falsehood at that level.
In the vast and quiet underground passage, only the sound of footsteps and light breathing could be heard, creating an atmosphere so oppressive that it made one want to despair! Fortunately, none of them were ordinary people; although uncomfortable, they were still within tolerable limits.
After walking for about twenty minutes, darkness still surrounded them as if there were no end in sight.
"My! How much farther does this tomb passage go?! At this rate, we could have crossed the entire mountain!" Joan couldn't help but shout, her voice echoing in the empty passage.
"Is it another Illusion?" Old Ma wondered.
"Not really, it's just that the tomb passage is a bit long. We should arrive after walking for a while," Ye Mingshang said as he continued on without stopping. Joan glanced around and quickly followed.
Sure enough, after about five minutes, a spacious tomb chamber appeared. It was too dark to see the edges, and Dunkong was about to use his Buddha Light for illumination when Joan noticed the everlasting lamps on the walls thanks to the glow from the Fire Bright Technique.
"Whoa!" The red and yellow flames flickered, illuminating the space, and soon Old Ma controlled a firebird to ignite the everlasting lamps one by one.
The flames lit up the entire tomb chamber, which was vast yet did not feel empty. In the center was a lotus pond, with lotus flowers shimmering in gold, clearly carved from expensive gold. The pond flowed with a silvery liquid that resembled mercury. Two waterways extended from behind the lotus pond, encircling the entire chamber. The "river water" flowed slowly and continuously, surprisingly being living water!
On both sides of the chamber stood civil and military officials, each vividly lifelike as if sculpted from real people. The civil officials shimmered with silver light as if made of silver, while the military officials glimmered with golden light as if made of gold. At the front was a high platform holding a crystal coffin carved with dragon patterns.
"This! This is actually a tomb chamber?!" Joan exclaimed in astonishment.
"I wonder whose tomb this is; it looks even more luxurious than Emperor Qin's tomb," Old Ma couldn't help but sigh.
"Amitabha! My apologies! My apologies!"
"Building a tomb of this scale must have consumed countless human and material resources, but why is there no record in history?" Ye Mingshang frowned.
"What's important is not that; where did that Zombie go?" Joan's sudden remark brought everyone's thoughts back to the main issue.
Right! Where is Nie Jin? What happened to the villagers? Why can't we find them here?
"Master Ye."
"The mark... ends here!" Understanding Dunkong's meaning, Ye Mingshang replied, his brow deeply furrowed.
"What?!"
Just as everyone was puzzled, a powerful aura suddenly emerged, causing the entire tomb to tremble. However, the feeling of that aura was quite strange, as if it were very close yet also very far away. It was elusive, as if it did not belong here...
"What on earth is that?! How can it be so strong?!" The weakest among them, Joan, could not withstand the pressure and turned pale, nearly collapsing.
Ye Mingshang could not answer, and Old Ma was in no better condition than Joan. However, Dunkong seemed to whisper an answer.
"Truth Within Falsehood..."
Yes! Why did I feel so strange from the very beginning? Have we been in an Illusion all along? But when did we fall into this Illusion? Well, never mind that. The most important thing now is to break these Illusions.
Now that they knew the cause, the rest would be easier. The strongest among them were Ye Mingshang and Dunkong Fang Zhang. The two exchanged glances and then sat cross-legged; one formed a hand seal while the other performed a Buddhist gesture.
"If the heart is as clear as ice, there is no fear; though myriad changes occur, the spirit remains calm; untainted by dust, unaffected by worldly matters; in emptiness there is tranquility, nothingness prevails; existence and non-existence give rise to each other; forgetting self and objects, merging with the void; the earth is boundless, all things are one; falling flowers and leaves, humility like a valley; countless worries arise from Heartache; just lift your brow, and the spirit will be serene..." Ye Mingshang murmured the Daoist Heart-Calming Mantra. This was the most effective spell he knew to break Illusions. As he recited it, his Heartache became clearer, and the surrounding things gradually appeared more illusory in his eyes.
"Avalokiteshvara, when practicing deep prajna paramita, sees that all five aggregates are empty and helps all suffering beings. Sariputra, form is not different from emptiness; emptiness is not different from form. Form is exactly emptiness; emptiness is exactly form. Sensation, perception, volition, and consciousness are also like this. Sariputra, all phenomena are empty in nature; they are neither born nor destroyed, neither tainted nor pure, neither increasing nor decreasing..." Dunkong Fang Zhang in his white robes recited the Great Compassion Heart Cleansing Mantra.
As their chants echoed out, the once vividly real scene around them slowly became illusory and transparent...
"Can we finally get out?" Old Ma and Joan thought to themselves.
With their immense magical power enhancing the effects of their chants, it took only a short while for their vision to become clear again. Looking around, they discovered they were actually in the village chief's house! Right in Ye Mingshang's room!
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