Chapter 185: Gold Hammer

For a moment, the whole arena was silent, with only Ningxia and Monk Yuanjia remained silent.
"Yuanjia, you have always had a keen understanding and can speak your own thoughts and feelings."
Master Fakong can only rely on Yuanjia, and he feels a strong sense of unease in his heart.
Behind this unease is also great gratitude.
His unease is that, despite his efforts and those of his fellow disciples, they still cannot obtain the key, and he always feels that something unexpected will happen in Ningxia.
He was glad that fortunately he had foreseen this outcome in advance, which forced Ningxia to stay out of it.
Yuanjia monk suddenly closed his eyes, and in his mind flashed the image of a beautiful figure in the White Bird Pagoda. Suddenly, he opened his eyes.
With a melancholic voice, he said, "A long resentment that belongs to me, but I cannot forget the bustling."
With a brush, the Buddha's light imprisoned around Monk Yuanjia instantly opened, and Monk Yuanjia took a bold step forward, crossing the barrier of language.
Quickly, keeping pace with Master Fakong, Master Yuanjia finally surpassed Master Fakong and placed his slender hand on the key, under the fiery gaze of Master Fakong.
The Great Master Fakong's eyes burst with strong delight, "Yu Jia, transmit the Buddha power quickly and let the key recognize its owner."
Even with Fakong's cultivation, at this moment, he had to use great perseverance to suppress the restlessness deep within his heart and prevent himself from laughing out loud.
The True Buddha Pagoda is truly a priceless treasure, as it is an ancient and revered artifact whose wisdom has diminished over time.
Therefore, it has been kept and nurtured in the sacred grounds of the Imperial Palace for centuries.
Now, the ancestral Buddha Tower has absorbed a lot of Dao essence, just by looking at the Great Dao golden light it emits, it has at least restored thirty percent of its former glory.
With such a precious treasure, being able to restore thirty percent is already worthy of use.
This time, someone from the Imperial Temple obtained the key and became the owner, regardless of their identity. Only then did the ancestral Buddha tower truly fall into the hands of the Imperial Temple.
"It has been nearly three thousand years..."
The eminent monk Fakong couldn't help but sigh, as recorded in Buddhist scriptures.
In the previous time, the owner of the ancestral Buddha Pagoda was none other than the Golden Cicada. The Golden Cicada held this Buddha Pagoda to suppress countless demons.
Since the death of the Golden Cicada, the Prajna Buddha power in this ancestral Buddhist pagoda has gradually weakened, as if there is something existing within, consuming a large amount of Prajna Buddha power.
The decline of Prajna Buddha power directly leads to the decline of Dao Yun, resulting in the eternal sinking of the ancestral Buddhist pagoda.
Now, Yuan Jia has the core eye of the Yuan Zu Buddha Pagoda – the Yuan Zu key – in his hand, and the big stone hanging in Fa Kong Dashi's heart finally falls to the ground.
With a loud shout, Yuan Jia Shang emits a clear light all over his body. Suddenly, Yuan Jia Shang is blown away, and the clear light emanating from him suddenly gathers into a figure, flickering wildly and shouting hysterically, "Golden Cicada, oh Golden Cicada, after three thousand years, you still want to plot against me. I'm going to swallow you alive..."
The roar did not dissipate in the air, but directly reached the sea of consciousness of the crowd, causing everyone to experience excruciating pain from the depths of their minds.
"Golden Hammer, you, you are the Golden Hammer, how is this possible..."
Fakong Dashi exclaimed, having consulted Buddhist scriptures.
It is known that Jin Jizhi was the junior brother of Jin Chanzhi. At that time, Jin Jizhi failed in his attempt to sever his karmic body, with the benevolent body perishing and the malevolent body surviving. Therefore, Jin Chanzhi used this ancestral Buddha pagoda to suppress Jin Jizhi's malevolent body.
After nearly three thousand years, the evil body of Jin Jizi no longer exists, but the residual soul remains, which is truly intriguing.
Fakong Dashi suddenly realized that the Prajna Buddha power of the ancestral Buddha tower had been ineffective and consumed for these years, clearly to suppress and consume the evil body of Jin Jizi.
That halo glanced lightly at Fakong Dashi, "Little guy, it's been almost three thousand years, and there are still people who know the prestige of this deity."
I suppose you are the descendants of the golden cicada disciples. Well, in a way, you are also this deity's disciples."
"Since you have all come here, stay here together."
"May the Buddha's light shine upon us!"
With a big wave of his hand, Master Fakong unleashed a violent Buddha's power from his body.
Having received Master Fakong's transmission, Masters Faming, Fajing, Fayu, and others almost simultaneously unleashed the violent Buddha's power with their hands.
In the next instant, Fakong and others all fell to the ground, as if dead on the spot.
However, the Buddha's power they exerted did not deviate, instead forming a tremendous combined force that struck the key.
Swipe the floor, the holy light surrounding the treasure key suddenly bursts, and the violent light of the Buddha's compassionate heart once again imprisons the whole field.
"Damn it, damn it..."
Jin Jizi let out an extremely unwilling roar.
He is a remnant soul, devoid of power, and his formidable attack method is to impact with divine consciousness.
Monks like Fakong Dashi suddenly rushed forward, all due to the powerful psychic attack ability of the golden strike.
What he didn't expect was that Fakong Dashi seized the opportunity at a critical moment and led the group of monks to unleash their final Buddhist power, even if it meant enduring the psychic bombardment. They once again activated the Forbidden Seal of the Buddha's Sacred Heart with their attacks.
At this moment, Jin Jizi was cursing incessantly, not only because he had been hit by a deadly blow from Fa Kong Dasheng.
But because he had been at a disadvantage since Yuanjia Monk.
He had been suppressed by Jin Chanzhi using the Ancestral Buddha Pagoda, leaving only an extremely weak remnant soul. Fortunately, the Ancestral Buddha Pagoda had become weaker and the shackles on him by the Ancestral Spoon were also weakening.
When Monk Yuanjia broke the prohibition on the treasure key, he seized the opportunity to possess and take over Monk Yuanjia's body.
Unexpectedly, as soon as he entered Monk Yuanjia's body, he sensed the aura of the Golden Cicada with terror.
Originally, the half petal of the Golden Cicada's relic was housed in the body of Monk Yuanjia. However, the Gold Strike Cicada failed to possess Yuanjia and was heavily injured. It had consumed most of its accumulated Qi, rendering it unable to achieve a second possession.
At this moment, once again betrayed by Fakong Dashi before dying, the weak soul is imprisoned by the light of Buddha's mercy.
Jin Jizi grits his teeth, concentrates his mind, contemplates for a while, and says in a deep voice, "The great path has no shape, why should we conform to it."
If you come from the sky, you should return to the sky.
After finishing a sentence, the forbidden light of the Buddha's heart outside his weak halo did not diminish in the slightest.
Jin Jizi took a deep breath and continued, "Accompanying clouds and water, neighboring emptiness and void."
One's true nature is unique and does not conform to the common mindset.
As the voice fell, the luminous Buddha's mind imprisoning him still had no response.
"Damn it, you cursed cicada, may you descend to the ten realms of hell..."
Jin Jizi became angry and roared incessantly. Although he was a manifestation of evil, his knowledge of curse words was limited. In the midst of his madness, he could only repeat the same few phrases over and over again.
Just as Jin Jizi was going mad, suddenly, a sound of a qin (Chinese musical instrument) echoed. The qin sound carried an indissoluble sense of resentment, which infected Jin Jizi's emotions and quickly restored his tranquility.
He looked intently and saw a handsome young man in a green robe sitting cross-legged on the ground, playing a huqin.
His heart exploded instantly, filled with disbelief.