Martial Boss Chapter 332

On the third day of the third month, the Water and Land Puja was held.

The day that all eyes have been watching has finally arrived.

People from all walks of life, explicitly or implicitly, from the Northern Zhou, the Great Qian, the Western Region, the Northern Plains, and the Eastern Ying beyond the Eastern Sea, are all watching this day and the puja that is taking place in the divine capital of the Northern Zhou.

The reason is that the future of Northern Zhou, two of the nine states of the Central Plains, and possibly the whole world, will be determined by this event.

Perhaps Feng Tianming did not expect that a show-like water and land puja would have such far-reaching effects and involve so many powers and powerful people. But did he really not expect it?

Well, back to the topic at hand.

No matter how far-reaching the impact will be in the future, at least nothing has happened yet.

No matter how many people’s sensitivities will be involved in this Water and Land Puja, at least at this moment, none of those who should be on stage have yet to appear.

The Water-Land Puja, as it is called, refers to the three realms of water, land and air, where all beings are rewarded. It is called the “Water and Land Conference” because the two places of suffering are particularly severe.

But water and land are not the main focus, the great fast is. It is an offering to the Buddha, the Dharma and the Sangha, and an equal offering to the hungry ghosts and other sentient beings. It is a great fast to help the infinite suffering beings in the six paths and to eliminate the suffering of all ghosts so that they can give up their ghostly bodies and be born in heaven.

In simple terms, it is an invitation to the ghosts to eat rice, and when they are full, to go to their next life.

This time, the water and land puja is to remove the soldiers who have died in battle over the past decades at the Bracket Pa*s and to reincarnate them.

The venue for the puja was the square before the Imperial City. Normally, this kind of puja should be held in some famous temples or holy places of Buddhism, but Tantric Buddhism has been far away from the Central Plains for hundreds of years, so there are no famous temples in the Central Plains.

Besides, this was a show, and it could have been done anywhere, before it was set up in the Imperial City, with the help of the Nine Dragons Ding Heavenly Formation, which surrounds the Imperial City of the Northern Zhou.

The Nine Dragons Ding Heavenly Formation in the Northern Zhou Imperial City is the foundation of the Northern Zhou Kingdom, bringing together the dragon veins of the Northern Earth and possessing infinite power. It was only through this formation that Northern Zhou was able to continue the Great Zhou’s dragon lineage and sprout new shoots from the rotten wood of the Great Zhou.

Having said all this, it was time to begin.

Before the Imperial City, the Dharma Altar, built by thousands of craftsmen over the past few days.

Many Tantric monks, holding Dharma drums and golden cymbals, standing on banners, streamers and treasure covers, surrounded an old monk clad in a purple and gold robe and wearing a crown of Vishnu, as he walked gradually.

This old monk was no other than the strongest of the Tantric sects, who had been secretly living in the palace since two months ago. At this moment, he was no longer dressed in the simple clothes he had worn previously, and under the splendid purple and gold robe and the crown of Vishnu, his whole face was solemn.

As he approached the altar, monks holding Dharma drums and golden cymbals, and standing on two sides of the altar, stopped in their tracks.

The most Cheng monk called out the Buddha’s hymn, “Amitabha Buddha.”

Then, he was seen sitting on his knees directly under the altar, on top of a golden lotus seat that appeared out of thin air.

The lotus seat then lifted Most Cheng slowly into the air and moved towards the centre of the altar.

During this process, golden flowers fell from the sky and golden lotuses sprang up from the earth, and real Sanskrit sounds were heard in the air.

This wave alone planted the seeds of faith in the hearts of many people.

“This is really —— not an exaggeration to say it’s an immortal Buddha.” On top of a certain mountain peak outside the Divine Capital City that towered into the clouds, Qing Yu looked at the scene and could not help but sigh in admiration.

Although Qing Yu had been involved in the two previous battles in the Tong Shen Realm, he had relied on his keen mind and flexible positioning to perfectly avoid the battles, not even seeing the shadows of the battles.

This time was also the first time that Qing Yu saw the might of a Tong Shen realm powerhouse. It had to be said that just these few hands shown by the Most Cheng Monk now were already beyond the realm of mortals in Qing Yu’s eyes long ago.

“A Tong Shen realm powerhouse is truly extraordinary.” After saying these words, Qing Yu used his “Heavenly Son’s Lookout Technique” to its fullest extent and looked out at the scene in the distant Divine Capital City.

Although this would be sensed by the other party, there were many eyes watching Mizuru at this time, and there were many who were stronger than Qing Yu, so Mizuru would not pay attention to a small ant in the distance that posed no threat to him as long as he did not have enough to eat.

He didn’t have the heart to pay attention to it either, because the enemy that was supposed to come was coming.

As a rule, the water and land pujas would take as little as seven days, or as long as seventy-nine, but the most clarifying enemies would not give him time to gather believers and expand the market for his faith.

The reason why he had waited until today, until the start of the Water Land Puja, was to allow the big fish to appear and wipe out the Tantric sect.

At this moment, the big fish has appeared, and a Tong Shen realm, no matter what, will not be sacrificed as cannon fodder, so those who are waiting in secret have made their move.

Another Sanskrit sound was heard out of nowhere, this one from the same source as the previous one, but it was incompatible with fire and water. As the sound pa*sed by, the golden flowers vanished, the golden lotus dissipated, and an invisible force descended from the sky, weighing heavily on the hearts of the people below.

“Xin Wen, the head of the Mo Ke Courtyard of the Great Zen Temple, has arrived here, why don’t you show yourself?” The most Cheng swept up his aura, abruptly dispelling the invisible power, and said aloud.

“I never imagined that the people of the Tantric Sect would know so much about the affairs of my Great Zen Temple. It seems that they have had the ambition to invade the Central Plains for a long time.”

A hollow voice, coming from nowhere, filled the ears of the crowd. Along with this voice, a middle-aged monk wearing a grey monk’s robe and holding a string of rosewood Buddhist beads appeared in the air out of thin air, as if he had been standing there originally.

“Amitabha Buddha, Master Xinwen is the head of the Great Zen Monastery’s Mokke Academy, and his reputation is so powerful that even if I were overseas, I would still have heard of him.”

The most Cheng replied calmly, “Besides, our Tantric sect also originated from the Central Plains, but we left the Central Plains a few hundred years ago and went overseas. The claim of invasion is not valid. We are also from the Central Plains. There is no such thing as an invasion of the Central Plains by the people of the Central Plains.”

“The people of the Middle Kingdom, is that really the case? Hundreds of years have pa*sed and the Great Zhou of yesteryear has long since disappeared, replaced by a new dynasty. Even the Tong Shen realm could not survive such a long period of time. You were born and raised overseas, and have long since become one with the region, so why do you call yourselves Chinese.” Xin Wen said.

Strangely enough, both of them were also Buddhist monks, but their words were completely free of wit and Buddhist arguments, completely surpa*sing the expectations of the onlookers.

In terms of the art of verbal debate, perhaps only the most famous monks in the world, who have disappeared into history, can compete with them.