Chapter 019 The Golden Body of Buddha

Wang Bo spent a hundred taels of silver to send away the meddlesome Chen Xuanzang, thinking he could finally relax. But he had barely exhaled when he heard hurried footsteps approaching.

He turned around and saw Chen Xuanzang striding in with the hundred taels of silver tucked in his arms.

"Benefactor, please hear me out. Today I am not here to beg alms, but to warn you—demons harm people, benefactor." Chen Xuanzang thrust the silver back into Wang Bo's arms, speaking earnestly.

"I do not know why you keep demons, but I know that demons are cruel by nature. If not subdued by Buddhist teachings and their ferocity transformed, they will surely bring endless calamity, benefactor."

Wang Bo looked helpless. Though he felt Chen Xuanzang was meddling, he knew the monk spoke not for himself but for Wang Bo's sake.

This was a kind-hearted monk.

Wang Bo said, "Master, rest assured. I know the nature of demons well, but the demons by my side have long been reformed and no longer harbor harmful intentions."

Chen Xuanzang was somewhat surprised but did not doubt Wang Bo; instead, he breathed a sigh of relief. "That's good, that's good."

But the girl Duan, who had returned with him, looked at Wang Bo as if he were a liar.

Wang Bo paid it no mind, for he spoke the truth. Xiao Bai and Xiao Qing had indeed long been reformed and would not harm others without cause.

Of course, if someone attacked them, the two women would not simply surrender.

Fortunately, Miss Duan was not one to expose others. Instead, she said with a smile, "Since he says the demons have been reformed, there's no point in us staying. Let's go."

Chen Xuanzang murmured an acknowledgment and nodded, but before leaving, he gave Wang Bo a manual. "Benefactor, this manual contains methods to reform demons. I hope you will study it carefully, keep your demons in check, and make them good demons."

Wang Bo took the manual and said, "Rest assured, Master, I will do as you say."

After seeing Chen Xuanzang off, Wang Bo glanced at the manual in his hand.

Three Hundred Nursery Rhymes.

Wang Bo was quite surprised; he hadn't expected Chen Xuanzang to give him this.

This was no ordinary manual. Though its name was ridiculous, inside it contained a genuine secret technique for subduing demons—the Heart Sutra of the Great Sun Tathagata!

In the story, after Chen Xuanzang lost Miss Duan and understood the love for all beings, he successfully penetrated the secret of the manual, underwent a transformation, and even learned the peerless technique personally taught by the Tathagata Buddha.

The Buddha's Palm!

This technique was incredibly powerful. Even the unruly King of Demons, Sun Wukong, had to bow in defeat under this technique and put on the headband, accompanying Chen Xuanzang on the journey to obtain scriptures.

But now, looking at the Three Hundred Nursery Rhymes, Wang Bo sneered. His true qi seeped through his pores, transforming into a blaze that burned the manual to ashes.

Wang Bo never doubted that the manual was genuine.

But he would not study it.

Such a manual must contain the Dao of the Tathagata Buddha. If Wang Bo studied it, what if he was converted by the Buddha's Dao and ended up wanting to become a monk and take refuge in Buddhism?

After all, Buddhism loved this tactic.

Countless demons and immortals had been converted by this method and become enforcers for Buddhism.

Wang Bo was not foolish enough to walk straight into a trap.

If his strength were not inferior to the Tathagata Buddha's, Wang Bo might dare to try. But the problem was that his current strength still fell short.

And Buddhism excelled in spiritual combat. If Wang Bo lost, the consequences would be dire. So without thorough preparation, he would not rashly engage the Tathagata Buddha.

Chen Xuanzang might have had no ill intentions in giving him the manual, as he likely didn't know it contained the Buddha's Dao.

But Wang Bo would not be easily fooled, so he burned the manual without hesitation.

Boom!

However, to Wang Bo's surprise, after he burned the manual, something miraculous happened. The ashes, blown by the wind, transformed into countless Sanskrit characters.

These Sanskrit characters emitted endless golden light, enveloping Wang Bo.

Vaguely, Wang Bo heard the chanting of Buddha.

The next second, the Sanskrit characters drilled into Wang Bo's brain, emerging from his sea of consciousness and forming a golden body of Buddha, radiating billions of rays of light.

For a moment, Wang Bo felt his skull was about to split.

Countless voices scattered in Wang Bo's mind, as if thousands of Buddhas were roaring in unison.

"Convert, convert, convert..."

At that moment, Wang Bo felt that this Buddha was his only refuge. If he converted to the Buddha, he would attain great freedom and great liberation.

But the next second, Wang Bo realized this was an attempt to convert him.

Despite all precautions, he had been tricked.

He snorted coldly, forcibly maintaining his composure. Solar true qi poured in, reinforcing his soul. With a roar, Wang Bo transformed into a great sun, rising slowly, shedding endless light.

Instantly, the Buddha and the great sun vied for brilliance. Billions of rays and endless light clashed countless times.

In the depths of the sea of consciousness, towering waves surged.

At first, Wang Bo was no match for the Buddha's golden body, nearly being forcibly converted several times. But later, he learned to avoid direct confrontation and began guerrilla attacks from all sides.

After countless clashes, the great sun that Wang Bo had become remained brilliant, but the Buddha's golden body had dimmed.

This was mainly because the Buddha's golden body had no source of power; without replenishment, it could not sustain a war of attrition.

But Wang Bo could draw solar power at any time to replenish his solar true qi. As the embodiment of the great sun, his power was inexhaustible. Even if he lost once, he could quickly recover the expended energy.

Once it became a war of attrition, Wang Bo could gradually wear down the Buddha's golden body in his sea of consciousness.

And that was exactly what Wang Bo did.

After a long battle, Wang Bo had worn down the Buddha's golden body to a great extent. Cracks spread across the golden body, and it was on the verge of collapse.

Seeing this, Wang Bo did not hesitate. He charged forward and swallowed the Buddha's golden body in one gulp.

The scriptures contained in the golden body were absorbed by Wang Bo. He closed his eyes involuntarily, sat down cross-legged, and his hands automatically formed the Great Sun Tathagata mudra.

After an unknown time, when Wang Bo awoke from deep meditation, the first thing he saw were two anxious faces.