Chapter 117: No More Pretending, Cards on the Table 2
Dream Dao Attainment, Opening Scheme Against Cultivators.
Dream-Making Expert.
“Amitabha.”
“Junior Brother, you misunderstand.”
“This old monk and everyone at Kongxiang Temple harbor no ill intent. We truly have your best interests at heart, Junior Brother.”
Bodhidharma toyed with his prayer beads. His mouth said Lin Qi had misunderstood them, but his gaze grew colder by the inch.
“Enough.”
“Do you really take me for a three-year-old child?”
Lin Qi waved his hand. “If you really meant well for me, then continue your Self-Sacrifice to Spread the Dharma. Turn everything in Kongxiang Temple into treasures and distribute them to all the disciples.”
“Then let me quietly read a few more Buddhist scriptures.”
“When the one-year deadline arrives, we can part on good terms and meet again if fate allows.”
Bodhidharma stopped toying with his prayer beads and looked coldly at Lin Qi.
“Junior Brother. When my Kongxiang Temple performed Self-Sacrifice to Spread the Dharma ten thousand years ago, it was for your sake.”
“How could so many opportunities and fortunes be casually bestowed upon others?”
“Tch.”
Lin Qi shook his head. “We’ve come this far, and you’re still a dead duck with a stiff beak.”
“Enough. Those little schemes of yours — I saw through them the day I became the Son of Buddha.”
“It’s nothing more than the same old routine: invite the guest, then behead him, then take his submission.”
“If the Buddhist sect were truly invincible under heaven.”
“Then I would without another word bow my head and worship.”
“But the question is, is the Buddhist sect really that strong?”
Lin Qi sneered coldly. Seeing that Bodhidharma was about to speak, he brought out his finishing blow.
“Keeping you around is just to add another trial ground to my Heavenly Immortal Macrocosm.”
“If you dare harbor treacherous intentions, I will place the blame on the entire Buddhist sect!”
“You had best tread carefully.”
“The Heavenly Immortals shall prosper forever.”
A calm and domineering voice came from Lin Qi’s mouth.
Bodhidharma’s expression changed dramatically. The scene he feared most in the depths of his heart surfaced.
Instantly his eyes turned red, and he roared in fury: “You little wretch, how dare you bully me like this!”
Before the words had fully left his mouth, Bodhidharma struck back with a palm at Lin Qi.
Lin Qi’s gaze was indifferent. He flicked his hand back, and the Tathagata Divine Palm Bodhidharma had unleashed dissolved into nothing.
“Senior Brother, I am the Son of Buddha of Kongxiang Temple.”
“You use Buddhist divine abilities against me — tch, you can’t break through my moves.”
Bodhidharma’s pupils constricted. Unwilling to give up, he unleashed the Tathagata Divine Palm again, but it was once more casually dispelled by Lin Qi.
With this, Bodhidharma finally gave up all hope.
He understood that Lin Qi truly knew the real reason Kongxiang Temple had been able to exist in the Shattered Star Sea for ten thousand years.
“Enough. That’s all for today.”
Lin Qi waved his hand. “Senior Brother, you don’t want the Bodhi Macrocosm to seal itself away for another ten thousand years and be blockaded by the Five Supreme Heavenly Immortals either, do you?”
Bodhidharma’s eyes flickered with killing intent. Enraged to the extreme, he laughed instead.