Becoming a Deity from Planting the Bodhi Tree-Chapter 43 - 40: Ideals, Reality, and Science Fiction (Please Follow!!!)

"My second uncle once had a son, my cousin named Yang Tian, with an excellent Martial Arts talent. However, he was assassinated by the Supreme True Buddha Sect during a mission, harvesting his Divine Thought."

"After that, my second uncle became obsessed with tracking down the traces of the Supreme True Buddha Sect. This obsession has turned into his Heart Demon."

"This battle has become tricky..."

Zhang Chongba quickly explained the current situation to Ji Jingqiu, asking him to evacuate with the Security Bureau.

"Commissioner Zhang, are you not leaving the drones behind?" Deputy Director Jin asked, "They could still provide some cover for you."

Zhang Chongba shook his head:

"Firepower suppression is meaningless against this thing. There are only four of us, four Lower Rank Martial Artists, who can cause it harm. Among them, Dao inflicted the most damage."

"Did you see the golden fire that exploded just now? It's essentially the 'God' that Dao has nurtured."

Deputy Director Jin wiped his sweat: "Commissioner Zhang, won't you ask for the local deities' assistance from Taian City? We have enshrined several here..."

"I've already issued a mandatory summon!"

Zhang Chongba interrupted,

"The local deities will arrive shortly. Now, take my brother and safely retreat to the Upper City!

We will do our utmost to contain the battle within a few miles."

Ji Jingqiu did not make a sound.

It's not that he didn't want to leave; he knew at a glance that he was no match for that entity, and staying would only be a hindrance.

It was just that the Bodhi tree seemed to have its own plans, continuously transmitting an overwhelmingly excited emotion to him.

He took a moment to glimpse into his Inner Realm,

finding Fatty Hu squatting in a corner, hugging his head, almost burying himself in a hole, clearly possessing a full childhood experience.

On the other hand, the Bodhi tree swayed with joy, emitting a faint blue-green light, misty and hazy.

Ji Jingqiu hesitated for a moment before asking the Bodhi tree in his mind for a solution.

If it were like the Jade Buddha, he was confident the Bodhi tree could suppress the opponent.

But this pure white outward appearance and pure dark inner Buddha was obviously not easy to deal with. The four Lower Rank Martial Artists could only injury it. Approaching it seemed challenging, so how could he use the opponent to fertilize the tree?

Unless the opponent was like Li Buyi, actively feeding itself, and entering his Inner Realm world.

But while dreams are full, reality is skeletal.

The tree's answer was more sci-fi—

Open the net, let the bird choose to fly in.

Ji Jingqiu, following the will of the Bodhi, seated himself, spread the net wide, and waited for the swallows to come of their own accord.

...

Zhang Chongba arrived at the forefront.

Leng Dao stood before him, frowning as he watched the man who was possessed by the pure white Buddha, and now protected underneath it.

They could sense that the members of the Supreme True Buddha Sect below were in a poor state, depleted of blood and energy. This was their opportunity.

Even if they were not a match, they just needed to hold off until the other party's Origin was exhausted, and this Evil Buddha splinter would become like immaculate duckweed.

"We're running out of time, I'm currently guiding the local deities to arrive. Hold the fort for now." Zhang Chongba said solemnly.

"Alright." Leng Dao answered concisely, and after gathering strength momentarily, he struck out with another slash, suppressing the Evil Buddha trying to expel the golden flames within its body.

Under their gaze, the man, who was being used as the cauldron for the Evil Buddha, suddenly withered and became like a skeleton, as if all his blood and energy had been refined out.

At the same time, bright and pure white light blossomed, dispelling Leng Dao's Sword Intent buried within it in one fell swoop.

The pure white Buddha sat cross-legged in the Void, raised one hand, twirled a flower with a smile, and suddenly a grand Buddha's chant resounded!

What's said to be the Buddha's chant, is actually the demonic chant washing over one's ears!

Even though Leng Dao promptly merged the Sword God into the sword's hum to break the demonic chant, he couldn't stop all creatures within a mile radius centered around the pure white Buddha from becoming candles before the Buddha!

If it weren't for the fact that the lower residential area's density wasn't too high, this would have resulted in thousands of deaths!

Witnessing dozens to hundreds of people becoming candles before Buddha in just a moment, Leng Dao's expression turned heavy with sorrow. He opened his garments, with the tip of his sword he drew blood from his chest, forcibly stimulating the Sword God within.

Federation Martial Arts believe that all things possess spirituality.

And the pinnacle of spirituality is Divinity.

The so-called Human Candle is a highly concentrated embodiment of spirituality.

When the Human Candle burns at its brightest, spirituality elevates to its most dazzling moment, and from there, Divinity is born.

This is the so-called Martial Arts God.

And only attacks that contain spirituality and Divinity can harm such a pure-hearted Integration.

Zhang Chongba didn't move, but his head was already drenched in sweat.

He was using his body as a coordinate, drawing several deities from the East Three Bright Star from the Spirit Ocean to descend.

Gods can't traverse directly through reality; they must have something to attach to.

Just like the Evil Buddha is currently attached to the member of the Supreme True Buddha Sect down below.

After receiving the Human Candle's Supplicant offerings, the Evil Buddha glowed brightly, its aura swelling.

Strange faces in silhouette appeared around it, filled with compassion, appearing both sacred and sinister, like a myriad of Buddha's phantoms.

It spoke solemnly, "If one day I attain Bodhi, then I alone shall shine boundlessly, the only Supreme True Buddha in this world!"

In an instant, waves of pure white fire, as if to cleanse the mortal world of its defilements, surged and spread in all directions.

Seeing this, the expressions on Zhang Chongba and Leng Dao's faces grew grim.

This Avatar of the Evil Buddha was trying its best to drain its followers below, pushing its powers to the limit and releasing pure Buddha Fire.

Once this pure white fire spread, every living being touched even slightly would turn into its candles!

This being was trying to establish a marker in this area so that later, even without anyone to guide it, it could descend and manifest based on the marker!

The Supreme True Buddha Sect truly had grand schemes for this planet!

As if a stream of Qi as pure and mighty as Heavenly Fire flowed upside-down, Yang Yan lead with his fist, fighting back against the current, pouring years of emotions into that punch.

That was pain, agony, hatred, sorrow, and complete desolation...

All the complex emotions were fused into the Fist Intent, breaking through like an iron cavalry carving through the ranks, carving out a path in the sea of fire, and suppressing the full outbreak of the blaze.

Then.

The old man stepped forward, an intimidating and rigid aura, delivering Fist Intent as God.

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His pale hair flared like a majestic lion's mane, and his eyes blazed with golden radiance, as if he was a God in heaven!

Interrupted mid-casting, the pure white Buddha showed a Vajra Angry Face, and the unadulterated white light around it morphed into a Buddha's palm, crashing down, seeking to crush the old man with one blow!

Seeing this scene, Zhang Chongba's gaze was filled with shock, his spirit almost failing to hold firm.

Not for the Angry Face of the Buddha, but for the old man's disregard for life and death.

He opened his mouth to speak but stopped halfway, disheartened.

He had no words that could prevent a father, willing to sacrifice his life, from seeking vengeance for his son.

Finally, Zhang Chongba took a deep breath and from the depths of his Spirit Ocean summoned several local gods, shouting:

"Evil Buddha ahead, I call upon the three True Gods to flank the formation!"

Three shadows of red, green and white stood behind Zhang Chongba, the well-known trio of gods from Taian City.

Although they were of the fourth rank, the lowest rank, they still had dominion over the East Three Bright Star, and their combined efforts were more than enough to drive out this strand of Evil Buddha Divine Thought.

The three gods bowed slightly:

"We shall heed the Inspector's decree."

Under Zhang Chongba's cold gaze, Wu Di from the Star Group had no choice but to follow the old man, who was disregarding his own life to deliver blows to the gods, serving as his protector.

Witnessing this, Leng Dao held back from drawing his sword and instead started visualization, brewing his final strike.

Against such so-called "gods," all forms of material attacks were useless. Often one could only suppress or exorcise them; killing or permanently weakening them was near impossible.

Unless one grasped their core, as long as their status didn't fall and their origin remained undamaged, they were immortal!

Like Mr. Yang at this moment, with his spirited punches and imposing aura, he continued to smash his iron fists at the pure white Evil Buddha, scattering it into countless fragments of white light.

But such efforts were ultimately futile, like dispersing a cloud; it might scatter and gather but could not harm the root...

Yang Yan was well aware of this.

But what of it?

Because it's useless—

Should he then not throw his punches?

Should he not seek revenge for the hatred accumulated over more than twenty years?!

Was his son's death in vain?!

Should his years of perseverance all go to waste?!

Yang Yan, having refined his spirituality with secret techniques, eyes aglow with golden brilliance, aura rising, his punch never stopping.

Punch after punch seemed valiant but ineffective, yet his expression remained calm and indifferent, without a trace of despair or despondency—each punch thrown with a presence of "See Me," thunderous like lightning, each one more courageous and fearless than the last!

The more this happened, the more Zhang Chongba felt sorrowful and weighed down.

Feelings of unprecedented frustration and indignation filled the chest of this tough and formidable man.

Even Wu Di, who was unaware of the full story, held an unfamiliar respect for Yang Yan at this moment. Despite not understanding his actions, he still felt a sense of admiration, sadness, and loneliness.

This is the way of the world.

Some people and some things, they are not something you can give up by betting your own worthless life and throwing hundreds and thousands of punches.

There are things that just can't be done.

Even if Heavenly Persons were to descend today, what could they do to the Evil Buddha?

They could only expel it or disperse its avatar.

To accomplish something just by working hard is more like a fairy tale...

But it is for this very reason that Zhang Chongba commanded the formation to be taken, trapping the Evil Buddha, allowing Yang Yan to focus on throwing his punches.

Even if, in the end, his wish was not fulfilled, could these numerous punches somehow make things... more bearable?

...

As time ticked away.

Yang Yan's punches rained down, bit by bit dispersing the incarnation of the Evil Buddha, causing it to continuously collapse, recover, and collapse again in a relentless cycle!

Gradually, everyone was shocked to discover—

That the Evil Buddha, constantly being smashed, why was it shrinking smaller and smaller?

Where did its essence flow away to?!

At this moment, Yang Yan's vital spirit surged as he aimed his punch higher.

After one punch, the gradually reducing countless pure white Buddhas and the sky full of rain were all repelled and scattered thunderously!

After that punch, the old man stood stunned, his aura slowly receding.

It was as if at this moment, he saw that thread of thought from his own offspring, torn from the Evil God, floating down.

Still the same as in the past, smiling and waving goodbye at him—like the times he grew up and ventured off into the distance.

Yang Yan suddenly burst into tears, yet he was smiling, filled with satisfaction and comfort!

Joyous! How joyous!!!

Although he didn't understand exactly what had happened, he had no regrets in his life!

...

...

A kilometer away,

Deputy Director Jin Dazhong hid behind a wall corner, peeking at the distant battle.

Then he turned to look at the young man who insisted on not leaving, who even had the leisure and concentration to meditate.

He sighed.

How could this young man be so ambitious?

It was bad enough that he refused to leave, but he even insisted that Jin watched over him.

Jin began to struggle whether to knock the young man unconscious and carry him back to Upper City. If something went wrong, how would he explain it to Commissioner Zhang?

In the Inner Realm world,

Looking at the Bodhi sapling that grew branches and leaves, rising steadily, and those strands of Evil Buddha essence that careened like swallows flying into a pot, feeding it voluntarily—

Ji Jingqiu deeply experienced that besides reality and ideals, there was something else.

It was called: science fiction.

To lie down and have fertilizer delivered to your door, like sitting idly by the roadside and having a girl with a slim waist and long legs spontaneously offer you milk tea, asking for your WeChat.

This sort of science fiction story finally happened to him!

Like reaping the rewards of years of good deeds, Ji Jingqiu guarded the Bodhi sapling, which now gave off a semblance of a sprout's presence and no longer looked barren, counting his "jackpot" that he had never hit in his life:

"One two three four leaves, five six seven eight nine ten leaves..."

"Flying into the Bodhi, all out of sight!"