365: Chapter 352 Arrival at Mount Ling, the background music is off.

Spirit Mountain has been the Pure Land of Ultimate Bliss that all living beings have yearned for since ancient times.

The air here seems to waft with the scent of Karma; every tree and every stone in the mountains seems to be whispering Buddha's name. At this moment, the scene before the Great Leiyin Temple is unprecedentedly grand.

Three thousand Buddhas sit on both sides, and five hundred Arhats are lined up in front.

Tathagata Buddha sat upon the Nine-Grade Treasure Lotus Platform, which radiated ten thousand feet of golden light, his eyes slightly closed and his expression solemn. Around him, auspicious clouds swirled, and Buddhist music surged like a tide.

“Namo... Amitabha...”

The rhythmic chanting of thousands of monks converged, forming a visible golden cloud that slowly rotated above the Great Leiyin Temple. This force was not just an acoustic phenomenon, but an extremely powerful Mental Energy field.

Any person carrying killing intent, violence, or dissatisfaction would have their will instantly dismantled by that “false tranquility” upon approaching this field, causing them to kneel on the ground in tears and repent for how many ants they had stepped on in their life.

“Guanyin, where has that Devil Head reached?” Tathagata spoke slowly, his voice vast as if coming from ancient times.

Guanyin Bodhisattva stood to one side, her face still carrying some lingering anger: “Buddha, an extremely massive energy fluctuation has been detected, approaching Spirit Mountain at an incredible speed. It is Lin Feng's steel giant beast.”

Tathagata smiled faintly, displaying the demeanor of a great being: “Excellent. If he comes, he will be planting the seeds of Karma within this Ten Thousand Buddhas Homage Array. The Buddha's teachings are boundless; even if he possesses iron tools that can reach the heavens, it will be hard for him to escape the obsessions of all living beings.”

“Everyone, join me in reciting the Diamond Sutra to guide that stray God Lord.”

“Yes!”

In an instant, the sound of chanting echoed through the universe, and the golden light dyed the sky for ten thousand miles in a pure gold hue.

However.

The next second.

The entire golden sky was suddenly torn open with a crack, as if by an invisible giant hand.

“Boom——!!!”

A dull, violent, mechanical roar arrogantly crushed the tranquil Sanskrit sounds.

A hundred black Star Destroyers lined up in a strict combat formation and warped out from the Void Realm. The massive hulls blotted out the sun, and Spirit Mountain instantly fell into an oppressive shadow.

“What is that?!” a young Arhat exclaimed, almost dropping the prayer beads in his hand.

The belly hatch of the flagship “Lin Clan” swung open.

There were no expected swords drawn, nor were there world-destroying light cannons.

Instead, dozens of extremely exaggerated “Array Speakers,” each dozens of meters high, were extended.

Lin Feng stood at the very front of the flagship. He had changed into a black-gold tight-fitting trench coat and wore aviator sunglasses that covered half his face. He held no weapon in his hand, but rather a simple-looking Suona that had been sprayed in a blingy gold color.

“Brother Tathagata, have you been waiting long?”

Lin Feng's voice, amplified by the equipment, even shook the crowns of several Arhats askew.

Tathagata's eye corner twitched as he forced himself to remain calm: “Benefactor Lin, you have brought this demonic instrument here; could it be that you intend to...”

Lin Feng gave him no chance to speak. He took a deep breath, sank his Qi into his Dantian, his cheeks bulged out, and he blew into the Suona!

“Di—— Wa——!!!”

This sound of the Suona was truly world-shaking and soul-stirring.

It was not pleasant music, but a high-pitched sound filled with aggression, penetration, and sheer audacity! The Suona is the rogue of the instrument world; it either sends someone off to the grave or welcomes a bride.

And what Lin Feng was playing now was his heavily modified version of—The Grand Funeral: Cyberpunk Edition.

“Di di da di da—— Wa!!!”

With the support of the high-power speakers, the Suona sound instantly became a visible wave of sound that crashed directly into the golden wave of chanting.

The originally solemn and sacred rhythm of the Diamond Sutra was directly derailed by this high-pitched blast of the Suona.

The thousands of monks below had been chanting smoothly, but this Suona blast made their brains go “buzz.”

“Namo Ami... Di Di Da?” a Vajra unconsciously slipped up his speech following the rhythm of the Suona, his face turning red instantly.

“Pfft—!”

Dozens of Novice Monks with shallow cultivation had their Dao Hearts destabilized on the spot; they spat out blood, their eyes rolled back, and they fainted. This sound was not just loud; it also carried a bizarre logical interference that caused the monks, who were seeking peace of mind, to be instantly distracted by stray thoughts.

“Continue! Crank it up!” Lin Feng gestured to Tianpeng while blowing until his face was flushed.

Marshal Tianpeng had been waiting for a long time; he slammed down the red button of the “Quantum Interference Wooden Fish.”

“Untz untz! Untz untz!”

A strong heavy bass electronic drum beat instantly joined the battlefield.

The originally solemn Great Hall of Spirit Mountain underwent a sudden change in atmosphere at this moment.

On the flagship, Nezha had already led a group of Heavenly Soldiers in a rhythmic “robot dance” on the deck.

And the Bodhisattvas and Arhats below were horrified to find their bodies swaying to the rhythm uncontrollably.

“Prodigy! Shut your mouth!”

Tathagata Buddha was completely enraged. His perennially unchanging large fat face was now as black as the bottom of a pot. This BGM was so freaking insulting! He could even feel a curse of “funeral rites” within this music.

“Disperse!”

Tathagata waved his hand violently, and a powerful burst of Buddha Power erupted, attempting to forcibly suppress this demonic music.

Lin Feng put away the Suona, tossed it into Nezha's arms, took off his sunglasses, and gave Tathagata a whistle:

“Yo, Buddha, is this tune catchy? I customized it specifically for your Spirit Mountain; it's called ‘Sending Buddha to the West.’ I saw how boring your chanting was, so I decided to provide some entertainment value.”

“Lin Feng! You are so presumptuous; do you not fear Heavenly Punishment?” Tathagata's voice was trembling.

Lin Feng leaped down, free-falling from ten thousand meters. Just before hitting the ground, the jetpack on his back emitted blue flames, allowing him to hover steadily directly in front of Tathagata, with only thirty feet between them.

“Heavenly Punishment? I’m the one who calls the shots in these heavens now.”

Lin Feng clapped his hands, and the fleet's hatches opened fully, with countless dense cannon muzzles locking onto every bald head below.

“Alright, let's stop with the empty formalities. I’ve used the invitation, and I’ve arrived.”

“Do you plan to follow the procedure and have a debate first, or shall we go straight to the ‘violent demolition’ phase?”

...

Lin Feng stood alone before the dense ranks of Buddhas and Arhats.

Behind him were a hundred circling steel giant beasts and a hundred thousand-strong army ready to fire at any moment. This visually impactful contrast made the hearts of the monks, who had never seen the might of “science,” pound with trepidation.

Tathagata sat on his Golden Lotus, forcing himself to calm down. He knew that if they fought now, Lin Feng's artillery would definitely turn Spirit Mountain into a wasteland. Since this Devil Head wanted to “debate,” that was for the best. What the Buddhist sect was best at for tens of thousands of years was using their silver tongues to argue that black is white.

“Benefactor Lin.”

Tathagata Buddha spoke again, his Buddhist voice vast, forcibly creating an atmosphere of great mercy and compassion. “Though you have a moment of bravery and use frivolous gadgets to disturb my state of mind, there is only one truth in this world. By destroying heaven and earth and acting in a Heaven-Defying manner, you will sink into this immeasurable Karma.”

“This poor monk pities your exceptional talent and cannot bear to see you fall into the Demonic Path. If you bow your head now, acknowledge that Buddha's teachings are boundless, and are willing to cultivate on Spirit Mountain for ten thousand years, I can grant you the Fruit Position of the ‘True Dragon Celestial Master Buddha.’ How about it?”

This was the classic finishing move of the Buddhist sect: first frame the target, then offer a lure.

The Arhats echoed in unison: “Excellent! Excellent! God Lord, wake up quickly!”

Lin Feng picked at his ear, looking at Tathagata like he was looking at an outdated pyramid scheme leader.

“Tathagata, this routine might work on Mortals, but you're using it on me? Do you think my IQ is in a state of insufficient balance like those believers of yours?”

Lin Feng sneered and took a step forward, the floor beneath him shattering under his foot.

“You say Buddha's teachings are boundless and offer universal salvation. Then let me ask you, when Wukong was suppressed by you under the mountain for five hundred years, eating iron pellets and drinking molten copper, was that your mercy? In the territory of Aparagodaniya, there are demons eating people everywhere, yet you on Spirit Mountain just sit idly by, insisting that people chant Buddha's name before you're willing to save them. Is that your universal salvation?”

“You are hypocritical to the bone, and yet you want to talk to me about Karma?”