ushernet Chapter 137 Maitreya Fights Maitreya
Chapter 137 Maitreya Fights Maitreya
on the screen.
Maitreya spreads his arms and looks down upon all living beings.
The fake merit ring behind him was dim and lifeless. He stepped down from his throne, his round belly protruding, and looked over the Western Sect disciples with his hands behind his back.
He would shake his head from time to time, or sigh.
After a long while, he walked to the statue of Ksitigarbha. His eyes narrowed even more, his smile widened, and his dimples deepened.
Off-screen, Ksitigarbha suddenly had a bad feeling. He glanced sideways at the short, stocky Maitreya and said suspiciously:
"Why do you always smile so strangely at my statue?"
No wonder the backyard was locked with both talismans and keys, what a quirk!
Maitreya, who was retrieving memories, stood on tiptoe and patted Ksitigarbha's shoulder, saying with considerable satisfaction:
"You are the most compassionate. Work hard, and when I, the young master, ascend to the position of World Honored One, I will surely grant you a position below mine."
After saying that, his squinty eyes curved even more.
Stroking his round belly, he hopped onto the throne, and sighed with a smile:
"He laughs at the laughable people in the world and tolerates the intolerable things in the world; he can be called Maitreya..."
That's the end of my memory.
The entire landscape painting was shrouded in deep darkness, so dark that one could not see their own hand in front of their face.
Yang Jiao tried hard to open her eyes but couldn't see anything. She only felt a terrifying aura surging around her. She quickly asked:
"Maitreya, you're not going to bring your two masters out of hiding, are you?!"
The young and impetuous Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva sat on the shore of the Blood Sea, knowing only that the Styx Ancestor was the strongest and most threatening there.
Maitreya's greatest wish now is to become the leader of the Western Sect, where two saints sit!
Oh no, we can't afford to mess with any of them, now two of them have appeared from the Maitreya Illusion!
She had a grievance she couldn't express.
Ksitigarbha's expression wasn't good either. This Maitreya was actually talking to his own statue every day! Goosebumps suddenly rose on his back!
Master Yu Ding had skillfully found a pillar in the dark, pressed his limbs tightly against it, and protected his weak self.
At this moment, the east was brightly lit.
Just as Yang Jiao was terrified that Jieyin and Zhunti would appear, she saw a smiling face appear on the horizon.
At a glance, Ksitigarbha's lips twitched, barely managing to suppress his composure, and he pointed incredulously at the figure above, angrily shouting at Maitreya:
"You believe the strongest person is yourself?!"
This chubby kid is so narcissistic!
Even Yang Jiao was speechless. It turned out that Maitreya's big belly and his ability to laugh it off meant that he didn't take anyone seriously at all!
Despite being watched by several people, Maitreya maintained his smile.
Since his memories were extracted and projected, his state of mind has changed drastically. His face no longer shows any other emotion. Even though the enemy appearing in this illusion is himself, he still calmly accepts it, patting his belly:
"If the Way is in my heart, then I am the Way. Since the Way is me, why shouldn't I be the foremost principle in my heart?"
Yang Jiao admired his ability to let go of his deepest memories so quickly. Even Ksitigarbha still had a trace of embarrassment on his face, but Maitreya didn't care at all.
She thought to herself:
"Indeed, he is the future Buddha Maitreya, compassionate and magnanimous, and he can laugh off everything."
Then he bowed to Maitreya and said:
"I admire your state of mind, fellow Daoist."
Maitreya smiled gently and spoke softly:
"What is difficult today is but a fleeting moment; ahead lies a myriad of golden clouds. Why not be joyful?"
His words were profound, and his compassion and tolerance were already the beginnings of a future model for Buddhism's premier welcoming host, capable of welcoming guests from all directions.
Yun Zhongzi was also repeating Maitreya's words in his mind, and he had truly grasped the meaning of the phrase "If there is the Way in my heart, then I am the Way."
The giant Maitreya in the sky swung his palm, sending Yun Zhongzi flying. The residual force of the Taiyi Golden Immortal's palm also sent Yang Jiao flying back several meters.
Looking at Yun Zhongzi, who had already vomited blood, she struggled to steady herself and thought to herself: I've been fooled by Maitreya again!
He kept chanting words of compassion, but his strength didn't diminish at all!
Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva coldly curled his lips:
"The time to vent your anger has come."
Hearing this, Yang Jiao swallowed hard. Looking at Ksitigarbha's extremely gloomy face, she knew how angry he was at Maitreya's figurine obsession.
Ksitigarbha, who was holding back almost all his strength, threw a punch and managed to fight Taiyi Golden Immortal to a draw with his Golden Immortal cultivation.
It's clear how angry he is right now.
Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva, this tank that cultivates the physical body, is incredibly tough. He will become the number one representative of Buddhism in the future, embodying the saying, "If the benefactor does not understand the Dharma, this humble monk will also have some martial arts skills."
Yang Jiao watched the fierce battle unfold. Ksitigarbha's punches landed squarely, while Maitreya's illusion teleported away and reappeared behind Ksitigarbha in the blink of an eye.
Suddenly, the chubby little hands of the Maitreya illusion gripped the golden cymbal, and with a loud bang, it sandwiched Ksitigarbha's head between them.
Yang Jiao exclaimed in surprise upon seeing this:
"Clang!"
It is second only to the suona in importance among funeral musical instruments!
The poor Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva was caught in the head by this magical golden cymbal, seeing stars and shaking his head.
Just as the illusion of Maitreya was about to clamp down a second time, Yang Jiao pushed one out with each hand and hurriedly said:
"Taoist Master, Maitreya, hurry and help Ksitigarbha!"
Yun Zhongzi, with blood still at the corner of his mouth, flew up and shouted:
"Here I come!"
Maitreya's steps were slow, yet his speed was faster. He arrived and turned back to say:
"What do you mean, 'you do it'? I'll do it myself."
Just as the golden cymbal was about to strike Ksitigarbha, it pulled him down. Both Maitreyas were at the Taiyi Golden Immortal level, evenly matched.
His movements were fast, and his illusions were just as quick.
Yang Jiao was dazzled by what she saw:
Good news: Ksitigarbha's head has been saved.
Bad news: My hair got caught.
She watched helplessly as Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva became bald before Buddhism was even established.
The curly hair was forcibly clamped by the golden gong, and the magic power on it completely devoured the hair.
A bright, reflective head stands out like a light bulb in the painting of the state.
Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva gradually awoke from his drowsiness, sat half-upright on the ground, touched his head in disbelief, jumped up and down, pointing at the two Maitreya Buddhas in mid-air, clapping their golden rapiers at each other, and began to lament:
"If this damn gadget of yours makes my hair grow short in the future, I'll never forgive you!"
As soon as he finished speaking, he felt a pair of warm hands covering his head. Dizang looked up at Yang Jiao in disbelief, his face filled with awe.
Yang Jiao watched as Ksitigarbha finally became bald, looking exactly like the figure on Mount Jiuhua, only lacking the staff in his hand.
His appearance was solemn and dignified.
Ksitigarbha frowned and turned his head away:
"Have you caught Maitreya's influence?"
Yang Jiao, her hands empty, came to her senses and was filled with regret. If she had known she could meet Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva now, she shouldn't have spent 140 silver dollars to go to Jiuhua Mountain in the first place!
This debt should be attributed to the original owner.
The more Maitreya struck the other with his golden scramblers, the more excited he became, thinking how incredibly strong he was!
But this fantasy originated from myself; we were evenly matched, and I took a moment to shout it out:
"Fellow Daoists, this Maitreya truly lives up to his reputation as the future leader of the Western Sect. He is incredibly powerful, possesses profound magical abilities, and has extensive cultivation. I am truly at a loss to distinguish myself from him..."
The bald-headed Ksitigarbha, who had already stood up, suddenly sat down again, clutching his prayer beads, and said upwards:
"Keep praising me, I have plenty of time."
Jizo, who had tragically lost his secret and hair today, watched the spectacle with amusement. He couldn't defeat Maitreya, but a Maitreya fighting Maitreya was still quite entertaining.
Maitreya endured hundreds of rounds of attacks, both sides knowing each other's moves too well and countering each other's moves accordingly.
But the illusion knows no bounds, and Maitreya's power will eventually be exhausted. Seeing that the illusion had even drawn a short, soft spiked club imbued with Vajra power, it immediately shouted at Ksitigarbha:
"Ksitigarbha, save me."