Chapter 630 — No Blade in the Buddha Land
The Herdsman of the Wasteland · Page 4 of 4
The two streams of blade-light in his hands were like long dragons, sweeping and closing, grand and free; and suddenly behind him a great gate opened wide, revealing the dark Youdu. That towering gate moved with him, mowing all before it; wherever it passed, Buddha-sons had not time to react before it devoured their souls and primal spirits, leaving behind hollow shells of flesh! Jiankong's scalp went numb, his body shuddered, and he saw the long saber in Shen Mu's hands join and become a spear; with one thrust he nailed Princess Palong upon the spearhead, and with a shake of the great spear that lovely princess burst into pieces.
Then Shen Mu drove the spear into the ground; countless flying swords scattered and became a great bell that clapped down over him and spun madly about him, blocking the divine powers and primal weapons the other Buddha-sons sent at him. Beneath the bell Shen Mu hammered madly, fist and foot, moves distinct, and the savage force passed through the bell to the world outside, shattering the very bones of those Buddha-sons of the combat schools who fought him at close quarters! "Jiankong, look no more," Yama, the King Buddha, sighed. "Another look and your Buddha-heart will be shaken.
" Alarm filled Jiankong's heart. He wanted to speak, but his throat was hoarse and no words would come; he moistened his throat, and his voice was still somewhat hoarse: "My Buddha, Layman Shen slaughters like this — will the Buddhas suffer him?
" "Whether they suffer him or not, what can they do? " Yama, the King Buddha, said in a low voice.
"I have seen him in Youdu. In those years I went down to Youdu, meaning to deliver the wronged souls there, and I met him.
I had thought him dead, yet he lived; and it seemed he had forgotten what happened in his childhood.
Nineteen years now, is it.
. . "