Chapter 1089 - 1088: Vajra Temple Shaken

For ordinary people.

Taotian Palace is too distant.

The enmity between Ye Qingchen and Taotian Palace is like a battle of gods, high up, completely out of reach. But to the Thirty-Six Sects, it was truly terrifying.

Because the power that Ye Qingchen displayed was simply frightening and terrifying!

The Thirty-Six Sects, either feeling as if the rabbit died and the fox mourned, or like birds startled by the mere twang of a bowstring, or on edge with every rustle of grass and tree.

After all.

The scene of them once joining forces to hunt down and besiege Ye Qingchen, forcing him to escape to the East Sea, still lingers in their minds. Now facing the counterattack of this Fierce God, how can they sit firmly on the fishing platform as before?

Some are forming alliances, preparing to deal with Ye Qingchen together.

Some are sending people to apologize, hoping to turn hostility into friendship.

Some keep silent, preparing to stand by and observe the unfolding drama.

For a while, the Thirty-Six Sects showcase all aspects of human nature.

At this moment.

Vajra Temple.

In the Great Hero Hall, several people requested to meet the Zen Master presiding but were stopped outside the door. An old monk with long eyebrows, long hair, and a white beard, with hands clasped and eyes downcast, said to everyone:

"The presider instructed not to meet outsiders!"

The old monk stood there, looking like a frail elder, thin and haggard. In front of him stood several Martial Monks and Zen Masters, all with grand airs, but at the moment appeared kindly and gentle in front of Elder Bai Mei.

The old monk is called the Fish Monk!

His real name is no longer known to outsiders, but legend has it that he was once a peerless Fierce Demon in Southern Heaven thousands of years ago. He ravaged the entire Southern Heaven, causing untold bloodbaths and countless deaths.

Later, he converted to Buddhism and became a Sweeping Monk at Vajra Temple.

It was said that a Half-Step Celestial Immortal-level demon once attacked Vajra Temple at night, but he killed it with a single palm!

Legend has it that he is very likely already in the realm of a Celestial Immortal!

As long as he guards the door, no one can see the presider.

"Fish Monk, we must see the presider!"

While everyone hesitated, unsure what to do, a cold voice suddenly came from behind. Startled, they hurriedly looked back and saw a Zen Master in a white kasaya slowly approaching.

This Zen Master's demeanor is surprisingly similar to Buddha Ruo.

Clearly.

He is also a powerhouse with the Asura Bloodline!

"Hui Le, you've returned from the Western Wilderness?"

The Fish Monk slowly raised his head, a hint of surprise in his eyes.

However.

Before he could finish speaking, his brows furrowed tightly. As he saw the people behind the opposite party revealing themselves, the shock on his face increased with every person he saw.

"Hui Xuan, Hui Zhi, Hui Ming..."

Hui Xuan was a Martial Monk standing eight feet tall, with a face full of horizontal lines. Hui Zhi was a kind-looking old monk, and Hui Ming was a Zen Master. These three, along with Hui Le, are known as the Four Great Vajras!

Behind them were dozens more people, each one a Half-Step Celestial Immortal and not inferior to beings like Buddha Ruo or Marquis Guangjun, top-level Earth Immortals!

They usually stationed in various places across Southern Heaven and the Northern Seas, but now all returned to Vajra Temple.

If anyone were there.

They would be shocked by the scene before their eyes! In this usually low-profile Vajra Temple, there were actually dozens of top-level Earth Immortals, twelve Half-Step Celestial Immortals, and a potential Celestial Immortal powerhouse, truly beyond ordinary imagination.

The Fish Monk's eyes flickered subtly as he spoke in a deep tone:

"Four Great Vajras, Eight Great Guardians, you were commanded by the Abbot to suppress the Western Desolate Demon, how can you abandon your duty? Once you return, the Twelve Demon Sects will inevitably learn news of Southern Heaven!"

"Fish Monk, Vajra Temple is already at the brink of life and death, how can we stand by and do nothing?" Hui Le pressed his hands together, speaking solemnly, "His grudge with Vajra Temple runs deep. Now that Taotian Palace has been destroyed, his next target is surely Vajra Temple!"

All those present nodded repeatedly.

Back then.

Among the Thirty-Six Sects, Vajra Temple was the first to fall out with Ye Qingchen over the Relic and then to kill and steal treasures at the Martial Arts Conference. Later, Buddha Ruo took action and, with the Thirty-Six Sects, set up the Celestial South Killing Array to besiege Ye Qingchen.

All of this was driven by Vajra Temple!

New grudges and old hatreds are simply countless.

So when they learned that Taotian Palace had been destroyed, they rushed back urgently to discuss how to deal with Ye Qingchen.

"I know," The Fish Monk contemplated for a moment, but still slowly shook his head: "But, under the presider's command, I hold the Great Hero Hall, and I won't let anyone through!"

"You!"

Everyone became breathless in anger.

Hui Le gritted his teeth, suddenly taking a step forward and spoke in a deep voice:

"Fish Monk, if you don't step aside, I must force my way in!"

"You can try!"

The Fish Monk slowly raised his head, a fierce light flashing in his eyes.

Buzz!

His palms pressed together, and lightning suddenly shot from the back of his head, forming a massive thunder ring like a condensed thundercloud. In an instant, countless sparks lit up the dark sky over the Great Hero Hall, as bright as day!

Witnessing this scene.

Hui Le, Hui Ming, Hui Xuan, Hui Zhi, showed no surprise.

The Fish Monk, practicing independently, technically does not belong to Vajra Temple's monks, so he only obeys the presider's commands. Thus, when the Fish Monk moved, the four of them clasped their hands together!

"Sizzle!"

In an instant, Buddhist light surged around the four of them, and four rings burst forth representing earth, wind, water, and fire!

And the several Guardians behind them, their eyes sharp, clasped their hands together, conjuring Dharma images. Instantly, the momentum of both sides clashed fiercely, like a raging tide, shattering the surrounding void.

Just as the situation was about to explode, and the entire Great Hero Hall seemed to be torn apart by their auras, a soft sigh suddenly sounded:

"Ah!"

It was an aged voice.

But this very aged voice caused the violent True Qi raging like an angry sea within those ready to fight to suddenly transform into a calm, ancient well, unable to stir even the slightest ripple.

In an instant, the anomalies quietly disappeared.

The eyes of those outside the door brightened.

Hui Le, stepping forward, was about to speak, only to see the tightly closed doors of the Great Hero Hall creaking open quietly. They exchanged glances and quickly entered.

They saw.

The Great Hero Hall was vast and grand, but contrary to expectations, it contained no countless Arhats, Bodhisattvas, or Buddha statues. Only in the center of the hall was there a statue standing eight thousand feet tall, with a back that spread like a fan and countless arms opened wide.

The statue, compared to other temple Buddhas, lacked some kindness and peacefulness but instead exuded more majesty, even more ferocity. Its eyes gazed into the void, as if overlooking all beings.

Beneath the statue, an old monk sat cross-legged on a cushion, akin to an ant, like dust, like grass and wood.

It was the presider of Vajra Temple!