Journey to the West: Signing in for 500 Years-Chapter 406 - 400: Faced with a Major Decision [Seeking Subscriptions and Monthly Tickets]_1
Fuhu Arhat frantically fled in terror, utterly lacking any shred of shame, focused only on surviving.
After all, they were all old and shameless, well aware that surviving longer was what truly mattered. Only by living longer could one turn black into white. They were all much of a muchness; with enough time, one could slowly whitewash one’s reputation.
As long as everyone else died and he, Fuhu, remained alive, he could even boast later that he had tried to turn the tide and save these people, but failed. It wasn’t that he hadn’t put in the effort. After all, with only him left alive, he would be the one to dictate right from wrong, true from false.
Fuhu Arhat bellowed, "Fellow Daoists, I thank you for saving my life! When I return, I will surely erect Longevity Cards for you and pray day and night."
Sha Chen, however, sneered, "You want to leave? I disagree."
Then, he exercised his Spatial Divine Skill, reversing heaven and earth. He transported everyone behind him and, with a wave of the Plantain Fan, sent them all flying.
Afterward, with a reverse hand seal, he cast a divine light that trapped the fleeing Fuhu Arhat within a confined space.
Drawing Ground into Prison. 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝒆𝒘𝙚𝓫𝙣𝙤𝒗𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢
The immortals were blown away, leaving the Flowing Sand River empty.
The immortals and Buddhists had all narrowly escaped death. Their faces were dull with disbelief and fear, and they no longer dared to approach the Flowing Sand River.
Only Fuhu Arhat remained, trapped in the sky far above the Flowing Sand River.
He was terrified, pleading, "Don’t kill me! Don’t kill me! I am the head of Lingjiu Mountain’s Arhat Hall!"
A murderous intent flashed across Sha Chen’s face.
The group of immortals had been repulsed and swept away, leaving only Fuhu Arhat behind. He too was restricted by Sha Chen, trapped within a tiny space, unable to move a muscle.
Therefore, his complexion was dreadful, his eyes filled with terror and dread.
Although he was now far from the Flowing Sand River, the fact that Sha Chen could prevent his escape, having used Drawing Ground into Prison, was enough to fill him with utter terror.
Fuhu Arhat hurriedly begged for mercy, "Sha Chen, let me go! I am the head of Lingjiu Mountain’s Arhat Hall, an Honorable Buddhist, superior even to third-grade Buddhas!"
From thousands of miles away, Sha Chen looked at him and said flatly, "Never mind being merely the head of an Arhat Hall; even if you were a great Buddha, you won’t escape death today."
He took out the Sky Shaking Bow and, without needing the Shooting Sun Divine Arrow, simply drew it. With his current physical strength, the light arrow condensed from drawing the Sky Shaking Bow was already boundlessly powerful.
Even from thousands of miles away, Fuhu Arhat felt his scalp tingle and a chill crawl up his spine, as if death itself were breathing down his neck. He continued to plead, but Sha Chen had no intention of stopping.
Fuhu Arhat then stopped begging and began to threaten, "Sha Chen, if you kill me, you will never attain liberation! You won’t find tranquility!"
"I am an Honorable Buddhist and the head of Lingjiu Mountain’s Arhat Hall. I hold high status and power; if I die, Buddhism will not let you off!"
Sha Chen sneered, "Buddhism never let me off even before I thought of killing you."
Seeing that Sha Chen was impervious to both pleas and threats, Fuhu Arhat attempted to reason, "Killing me will only bring trouble upon yourself. Moreover, this matter doesn’t concern you. We just wanted to capture the Jinghe Dragon King. Why bring disaster upon yourself?"
Sha Chen sneered, "Your capturing the Jinghe Dragon King indeed does not concern me. But you also slandered me, accused me of harboring culprits, wanted to convict me, and even intended to search my Flowing Sand River?"
Fuhu Arhat, filled with regret and terror, hurriedly said, "We were wrong! We won’t go in anymore! Let us go, and we can pretend this never happened!"
"It’s too late." Sha Chen sneered again.
He shook his head mockingly. "Now you’re begging because you can’t beat me. If I were the one who couldn’t beat you, I doubt you’d give me the chance to plead at all."
Fuhu Arhat’s face filled with despair. Sha Chen’s words were undeniably true. If he had the upper hand, he indeed would never have given Sha Chen a chance to plead; he would have even taunted him. But now that the tables had turned, it was his turn to plead, naturally hoping Sha Chen would spare him.
But Sha Chen was not foolish. Since they were destined to be enemies and had already come to blows with no room for reconciliation, then he might as well fight to the death.
Sha Chen drew his bow, nocked an arrow, and prepared to shoot Fuhu Arhat down.
「In the distance」
A streak of light flew in. It was none other than the Honorable Buddhist Maitreya Buddha, accompanied by other great Bodhisattvas from Buddhism, such as Manjushri and Samantabhadra, both of whom had arrived. From afar, they shouted, demanding Sha Chen to stop.
But their arrival only made Sha Chen’s attacks harsher and swifter.
SWISH! SWISH! SWISH!
Sha Chen, without hesitation, fired countless sharp arrows at Fuhu Arhat, even casting the Nine-character True Words on them to strengthen their power.
Fuhu Arhat was a mix of shock and panic. Trapped, he could only defend, unable to dodge. With a roar, he was forced to fend off the arrows.
THWACK! THWACK! THWACK!
He blocked most of the radiant flying arrows, but the rest pierced his body.
However, Fuhu Arhat’s physical body was extraordinary. His protective Buddha’s light was intensely strong, and along with some Magical Tools guarding him, he was spared from looking too wretched. He did not die instantly; he was just injured.
Seeing this, Fuhu Arhat burst into triumphant laughter. "Ridiculous, ridiculous! Sha Chen, you want to kill me? You didn’t expect this, did you? It’s simply impossible!"
He hadn’t been killed by Sha Chen’s attack. With Sha Chen still intending to kill him, Fuhu Arhat believed it was now impossible for Sha Chen to succeed. Because Maitreya Buddha, Manjushri, and Samantabhadra had arrived. With their presence, Sha Chen wouldn’t dare to act rashly. Although the strength of Manjushri and Samantabhadra was ordinary and they were not yet Quasi-Saints, Maitreya Buddha was a High-Level Quasi-Saint, far more powerful than Sha Chen. Sha Chen would definitely not dare to confront Maitreya Buddha.
However, his joy did not last long. Sha Chen, grasping the Mountain Splitting Axe from afar, imbued the essence of the Heavenly Splitting Palm into it. Raising the axe, he was ready to strike.
Even separated by thousands of miles, Fuhu Arhat felt as if he were about to die, his face blank with shock and horror, completely dumbstruck. His scalp tingled. His face was a mask of utter terror, despair, and unparalleled horror.
In that instant, he was filled with immense regret.
Why had he uttered those words? Why had he provoked Sha Chen?
He was terrified. He was aghast. He even wet himself.
Manjushri and Samantabhadra were both furious and anxious. Their mounts had been captured by Sha Chen and even persuaded to rejoin the Sect of Interpretation. They harbored a bone-deep hatred for Sha Chen. Their visit this time was for revenge.
Maitreya Buddha, on the other hand, had been waiting for Sha Chen’s appearance all along. Now that he had finally shown himself, Maitreya Buddha came to capture him. With his strength, dealing with Sha Chen would undoubtedly be very easy. Capturing Sha Chen was well within his capabilities.
Therefore, he did not even bother to help Fuhu Arhat defend against Sha Chen’s earth-shattering axe strike; instead, he charged straight for Sha Chen. It was a strategy to relieve the besieged by attacking the besiegers’ home base. Or to put it another way, Fuhu Arhat’s life or death did not matter to Maitreya Buddha. He only cared about Sha Chen. As long as Sha Chen was captured, that was all that mattered. If one Fuhu Arhat died, he could cultivate another.
Sha Chen furrowed his brow, aware of Maitreya Buddha’s attitude, his expression becoming solemn. As he raised the Mountain Splitting Axe, in that infinitesimal instant, he hesitated: should he turn back to his cave dwelling, or continue and kill Fuhu Arhat?
"Notice to Host: You are facing a major decision. You have the following choices."
