My System Is Three Thousand Years Early

Chapter 712: Chapter 196 Buddha’s Funeral!? How Should It Be Done?? (Please Subscribe)_2
 

“Buddha Burial…”

“How should it be buried?”

“All the buddhas I killed have scarcely left any remains, only a sarira. Should I use this for the burial?”

Cheng Guang said, retrieving from his storage ring the sarira of the two buddhas he had previously killed.

Cheng Guang twirled the sarira in his hand a few times, pondering for a moment before deciding to test it with one sarira first.

If it could resurrect a buddha.

Then his newly established Great Ming Dynasty would have its first subordinate.

Additionally,

For Cheng Guang, the most important task at the moment was to have completed the system’s task of establishing a dynasty, and not to expose the newly established Great Ming Dynasty to the public eye.

Cheng Guang was entirely capable of developing in secrecy for the time being.

Right now, the Huashan Sword Sect, completely enveloped by vile filth, was a natural treasure trove for Cheng Guang.

Thinking of this, Cheng Guang’s spirits involuntarily lifted.

Without further thought, Cheng Guang slightly lifted the lid of the Coffin of Buddha Burial and tossed the sarira of Guangyin Buddha inside.

He then covered the lid of the Coffin of Buddha Burial once again.

This time, he would first test with the sarira of Guangyin Buddha.

For Cheng Guang, the maximum benefit could be achieved by allowing Guangyin Buddha to be reborn from the filth.

Guangyin Buddha had already awakened halfway, and his current peak strength could wipe out the entire Huashan Sword Sect with a palm strike.

After being reborn from the filth, even if Guangyin Buddha could not retain his original strength, inheriting two-thirds would be enough.

At least, it would not be weaker than the presence of Zhou Qingxu.

If there were more beings like Guangyin Buddha, even if Cheng Guang could not compete with the Celestial Gods or the Various Buddhas of all directions, there would be no issue in arm-wrestling with the Great Tang Emperor.

After tossing Guangyin Buddha’s sarira into the Coffin of Buddha Burial, Cheng Guang stepped back a few paces, observing the changes in the coffin.

Cheng Guang didn’t know whether his actions, using the sarira of Guangyin Buddha for burial, would trigger the resurrection function of the Coffin of Buddha Burial.

The Coffin of Buddha Burial lacked Spiritual Wisdom, unable to instruct Cheng Guang on how to use it.

And the system.

Was an idiot.

Cheng Guang was already thankful for an introduction to the Coffin of Buddha Burial’s uses.

To expect the system to teach him how to use it was wishful thinking.

Cheng Guang stood beside the Coffin of Buddha Burial, quietly watching.

After a long period of tossing Guangyin Buddha’s sarira into the Coffin of Buddha Burial without any sign of movement,

Cheng Guang began to doubt whether his approach was incorrect.

The method of buddha burial might need to be changed.

As Cheng Guang thought about this, just as he was about to move, lifting the lid of the Coffin of Buddha Burial to retrieve Guangyin Buddha’s sarira and rebury it,

Suddenly,

the Coffin of Buddha Burial trembled.

Initially, the trembles of the Coffin of Buddha Burial were slight, but as time went on, it began to shake violently.

The entire ground seemed to quiver in unison with the Coffin of Buddha Burial.

Even Cheng Guang, who was unprepared at first and caught off guard, found it hard to stand steady, his body slightly swaying.

However, Cheng Guang’s eyes betrayed not the slightest hint of panic amidst the trembling.

Mostly, there was surprise.

“Is it moving?”

“Could it actually work?”

Under Cheng Guang’s watchful eye,

the Coffin of Buddha Burial, which was trembling non-stop, gradually rose to an upright position.

Suddenly, large amounts of filth rose up around it, forming into dense black smoke that twined around the Coffin of Buddha Burial.

Like chains,

Tightly binding the Coffin of Buddha Burial within their grasp.

As the vast filth completely submerged the Coffin of Buddha Burial, the chains suddenly showed small fractures.

With a loud “bang,”

Chains began to shatter abruptly, without any signs or warnings.

Chains formed from pitch-dark evil essence quickly shattered, transforming into trails of inky smoke that dissipated in all directions.

Invisible air waves also tumbled outwards in all directions.

Under the onslaught of this air wave, Cheng Guang’s hair streamed behind him, his clothes fluttering elegantly, but his expression remained calm and focused intently on the Coffin of Buddha Burial—without a hint of movement.

Following the shattering of the dark, vile chains that had coalesced around it,

The lid of the Coffin of Buddha Burial, too, slowly began to open.

Masses of vile essence burrowed their way inside.

Cheng Guang merely sensed the aura of that vile essence, and felt his entire being was affected adversely.

This essence was wickedness to an extreme.

More intense and evil than any vile essence Cheng Guang had ever imagined.

Just sensing this vile essence for an instant was enough to cause Cheng Guang’s spirit to tremble several times.

Fortunately, within Cheng Guang lay the Saint Dao Fruit, and the Divine Power of Tang Sanzang’s Buddhist mantra, which greatly aided in banishing such vile essence.

Cheng Guang only felt disoriented momentarily before he quickly regained his composure.

Cheng Guang’s gaze remained fixed on the Coffin of Buddha Burial.

Under Cheng Guang’s watchful eye, once the Coffin of Buddha Burial was open, an emaciated, knobby hand wearing dark Buddhist Robes emerged from within the coffin.

Cheng Guang’s eyes slightly narrowed at the sight of those hands.

“Oh?”

This hand.

Though similarly grotesque and twisted in various proportions, it seemed far more pleasant to the eye than the appearance Cheng Guang had anticipated for the resurrected Guangyin Buddha.

In Cheng Guang’s expectations, the Guangyin Buddha resurrected from the Coffin of Buddha Burial would look no different from the previous Guangyin Buddha: A figure devoid of skin, naked and bloodied all over.

But now.

The Guangyin Buddha emerging from the Coffin of Buddha Burial at this moment,

Even without seeing the full appearance of the Guangyin Buddha,

Just by looking at its hands, Cheng Guang felt that it was much more sightly.

At least.

The Guangyin Buddha now had skin.

It wasn’t as gruesome as before.

Cheng Guang thought so, and couldn’t help but develop a greater interest in the resurrected Guangyin Buddha.

From within the Coffin of Buddha Burial, another large hand grabbed the edge of the coffin, and a chubby small giant, about several zhang tall and bald, stepped out slowly.

This small giant was evidently the Guangyin Buddha.

The Guangyin Buddha’s face looked somewhat kind, but its body was pitch-black and its head twisted, even larger than its body.

One glance was enough to feel that the present Guangyin Buddha bore no resemblance to a Buddha at all, appearing particularly bizarre and grotesque.

At the same time,

The Guangyin Buddha was also draped in a dark Buddhist Robe.

As it stepped out slowly,

Cheng Guang could smell a strong stench of blood on that dark robe.

With just one whiff, Cheng Guang realized

That the blackness of the robe was mostly the result of blood that had congealed into scabs!

It was just that too much time had passed, and who knows how many had been slain by the Guangyin Buddha, to have its robe dyed with blood and then slowly turn pitch-black.

As Cheng Guang observed the Guangyin Buddha emerging from the Coffin of Buddha Burial,

The Guangyin Buddha was observing Cheng Guang as well.

When it emerged from the Coffin, it appeared initially very disoriented and somewhat pained as it surveyed its surroundings.

Obviously, it was unable to comprehend why it was still alive,

Or why it could appear here again.

When the Guangyin Buddha caught sight of Cheng Guang,

Its twisted eyes instantly widened.

The already enormous head, when its eyes bulged with rage, looked exceptionally terrifying.

As Cheng Guang saw this expression of the Guangyin Buddha, he had to restrain himself from wanting to comment—if not for Cheng Guang’s strong heart and adaptability.

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