The Anarchic Consort c1-1376

by Warring Young Seven

  Not to mention that they had used a whole two hours to search for it!

  "Emperor, my brother," The Crown Prince rubbed his frozen hands together and said, "You have to tell me what you are looking for."

  The man did not bother lifting his head but hurled two words back at him, "A mirror."

  "All this for a mirror?" the Crown Prince shouted, his voice rising.

  The man stopped what he was doing and turned his head back to look at him. The expression he gave him blazed with ever coldness.

  The Crown Prince stammered and explained himself, "Well, what I'm trying to say is, my brother, whatever type of mirror you d.e.s.i.r.e, I possess all of them, you don't have to trouble yourself in such a way, and what's more, once things fall into the Heavenly Lake, they are likely to fall to the Earth, and perhaps someone has already picked it up. Look, the sky's turning dark, it's useless for you to continue searching for it."

  To be honest, they had already covered the entire area.

  With the help of their divine consciousness, they could not have missed out on the mirror if it really was in Heavenly Lake.

  The man must have known this too.

  The water from Heavenly Lake splashed onto his face.

  The Emperor did not bend over again. Perhaps he had been in the same posture for too long, that even his back was feeling a little stiff.

  Seeing that he had no intention of further searching, the Crown Prince took the lead and walked out of Heavenly Lake.

  Just as he wanted to say something, he heard a hoarse, deep voice as if it was drenched by the water. "I was the one who was dumped."

  That's so sudden!

  The Crown Prince snapped his head back and looked toward the heart of Heavenly Lake!

  The man stood there in silence. The most deluxe fur white robe on Heaven and Earth was soaked throughout as water dripping down his black hair.

  His fingertips, which had never been stained with a speck of dust, had been cut by something and blood was oozing out of it.

  The Crown Prince had never seen the man in such a state before. He had a pair of peach blossom eyes with a vast expanse of coldness. His head was slightly bowed, his black fragile hair covered his eyes, and all he could hear was him faintly repeating that same sentence.

  "I was the one who was dumped."

  The Crown Prince gawked at him, "Huh? Are you kidding me?"

  The Emperor did not continue speaking. He came out from Heavenly Lake and left the Crown Prince far behind.

  Not knowing why the Crown Prince looked at the back of the man which was wet through, he had a feeling that what he said was no joke...

  Since that day, the Emperor rarely left the temple and seemed to have no interest in anything.

  Occasionally there would be feasts, but the man did not attend and rejected many invitations.

  Two immortals were standing at the door, in charge of turning down people.

  "These invitations to the Emperor had all piled up into a mountain. There are already five or six from Snow Goddess alone, how should we deal with them?"

  "Throw them all away. The Emperor won't go."

  "Alright."

  The two immortals clumsily moved the invitations and peeked into the temple.

  At this time, someone from Buddhism came to send an invitation and asked, "Is the Emperor in? There is a feast tomorrow for all gods, it is organized by the Venerable."

  "Huh? I'm really sorry, the Emperor is not feeling well these days, he..." Before he could finish, a deep voice interrupted him.

  "What time tomorrow?" It was the Emperor. He walked out of the temple, as always, handsome and elegant.

  The immortals looked at the Emperor doubtfully. It was strange as they thought the Emperor would not attend any feasts anymore.

  Why would he agree to go for the Buddhism one?

  "Occasionally I would also like to get a breath of fresh air." This was the answer the man gave to the immortals.

  However, they thought that there was something more to that, but they just could not get their heads around it.

  Fortunately, Buddhism had come and sent the invitation. The Emperor's mood seemed to have improved slightly the next day, even the demons that followed behind him did not seem to harbor great anger.

  However, during the Buddhist feast where all the gods were invited, Phoenix was not seated on the throne.

  After all, Phoenix was still sinful and still in detention. The Venerable had allowed a place for her to chant sutra right behind the Buddha's body.

  Instruments could be heard playing in harmony from the Hall of Great Strength. There would constantly be people setting foot into the hall, conversing in murmurs.

  In this case, he could not go to sleep anymore, so he simply fetched a random book from the wooden lattice rack and prepared to read it.

  Then he heard someone called out, "Emperor."

  Phoenix's fingers were resting right there.

  She continued, "I heard that the Emperor is in a bad mood recently? Is it because of Phoenix?"

  "Oh, what has my mood got to do with her?" The man's voice was deep and mocking.

  Phoenix c.o.c.ked her head, a smile spread across her face. The melody from the palace hall continuously filled the air around them.

  "Yes, how could the Emperor be in a bad mood because of her? I say it's probably because of that sudden disappearance of the witch, I heard she was tamed by Buddhism..."

  This time the man did not deny it.

  Phoenix did not continue listening. She picked a book and turned around, but as she walked, she could not stop her fingertips from trembling.

  That indifferent tone of his, deep down it wounded her.

  What does his mood have to do with her?

  In that case, she could just leave as she pleased.

  The next day, she would lose her six senses and enter the Formless Realm.

  It was better to stay there for a hundred years and fulfill a great wish since she would be in detention anyhow.

  In the past, she always thought that being together meant liking each other.

  Now she understood that those perfect and wonderful moments would only emerge in her thoughts...

  Chapter 843 - The Beginning Of The Descend From Heaven (Part 1)

  "You've got it all figured out?" The Venerable sat on the throne of the Golden Lotus with his calm and unchanging expression.

  Phoenix moved her fingers and turned the scythe into prayer beads as they wrapped around her slender wrist, her eyes shone willfully, "Yes."

  "No more playing with knives for a hundred years?" The Venerable frowned.

  Phoenix knew what was on his mind as she curved her lips into a smile, "When the True Buddha belonged to someone, he made a great vow. As long as the Sea of Blood was filled, he swore not to be Buddha. Right now, I also want to accomplish great deeds so Venerable should have no reason to stop me. Even though I am the sharpest weapon possessed by Buddhism, I, too, need a break."

  "What are you trying to accomplish?" whispered the Venerable who was seated high above.

  Phoenix lifted her eyes, the armor on her body clanked as she said with a clear voice, "Transform Bodhi into a human."

  Venerable went blank for a moment, his eyebrows knitted together as he pondered. He ended up chanting the word 'Amitabha'. Then, he turned toward Little Shami who was beside him and said, "Let her go. It's only a hundred years, there shouldn't be any big trouble."

  Little Monk followed behind Phoenix, furrowing his brow, "Lord, you wasted such a good opportunity again to request something for yourself instead of turning Bodhi into a person."

  "I don't even have freedom, what do I have to request for?" Phoenix laughed with her gaze lowered, "If it was not for Bodhi, I don't even know what I would have gotten into."

  Upon hearing this, Little Monk hesitated for quite some time and whispered, "You can ask Buddha to send the Emperor to you once more."

  "You have forgotten yet again that this man
is not controlled by destiny," Phoenix's smile faded as she continued, "and sometimes as this person is the most special one, so I don't want to use these means to make him mine, because if I did, it wouldn't be the real him..."

  Though Little Monk was listening to her, he had no clue what she meant.

  Somehow he also roughly knew about the Emperor losing interest in Lord Phoenix, and had fallen in love with someone else instead.

  Little Monk felt sorry for Phoenix, he packed the things that she used daily and looked at her with his enormous eyes, "Lord Phoenix, when you get out again, I'm sure that I would have become Buddha by then. After becoming Buddha, I would have to be more prudent unlike now, but remember my lord, I'll step out and help you if others speak ill of you."

  Phoenix smiled after listening to the words, c.a.r.e.s.sing Little Monk's bald head with her fingers. Then, she went to the Bodhi tree while holding the mythical water.

  It was the last time Phoenix watered Bodhi.

  "I'm going to retreat soon. It will be a little longer this time - a hundred years. However, in this world, a hundred years means nothing. Bodhi, after you become a human, I'll recognize you with just a glance. When you go to Earth, please pray for me. My hands are stained with blood, and I'll leave the matter of the incense to you in the coming future."

  With that, Phoenix took the things prepared and entered the Forbidden Land of Buddha.

  It was said that it was the most beautiful place in Trayastrimsa heaven within Six Paths.

  When Sakyamuni became Buddha, a beautiful lotus flower would bloom whenever he recited a mantra.

  Over time, it turned into a glazed Buddha realm, surrounded by endless lotus, any sense of rage could not go through it.

  Only those who had a ranking of Buddhism and had made huge wishes and great vows could enter.

  During this period of time, Phoenix had provoked too much gossip. It was better to lock her up for a hundred years and correct the ethos of Buddha's gate.

  The Venerable had never expected that on the fifth day after Phoenix had entered the Forbidden Land of Buddha, Tian Dao suddenly launched a provocation on Buddhism.

  Among the rolling clouds, a man with the long and slim figure was covered in pure black armor from top to bottom, as countless demons surged behind him.

  Buddhism became a mess, and the True Buddha did not belong to anyone.

  Other than Phoenix, the people in Buddhism were usually not good at fighting.

  Although Buddhism took up the gauntlet, they were defeated in the end.

  No one from Six Paths could stop the man!

  In Mountain Tenya, the Buddhas stood above the clouds.

  An unprecedented vicious current swept in from the sky as if to force Buddhism to send someone.

  The gods from Tian Dao were puzzled as well. "What's going on with Buddhism this time? Why isn't Phoenix out to rescue after Buddhism has been beaten into such a state?"

  Upon hearing this, the man lifted his gaze, his hands still dripping with blood, his eyes wandering among the Buddhas.

  However, he could not find the flaming figure that had always stood in the frontline, with a scythe at hand.

  She was not there at the Buddha feast previously.

  He thought that stirring up at most two fights was enough to lure her out.

  As a result, there was still no sign of her.

  He always knew that she was the type of person that would break off all ties once they were separated.

  What was the use of knowing, when he could not stop himself from feeling infuriated?

  With a tomahawk clenched in one hand, the Emperor flitted over from the Light of Buddha and went straight for one of the Buddha's throat, tightening his fingers around it. He then let out a chilly laugh, "Your beloved Lord Phoenix is not worried at all to keep you guys in the frontline. What trick are you hiding up your sleeves this time? Are you trying to lower Tian Dao's guards and defeat us when we're least expecting it?"

  "No, no..." that Buddha spoke with difficulty, "Emperor, Tian Dao, and Buddhism are always a family, no matter which is more almighty, Buddhism would never say a thing about it. As for Lord Phoenix, she is really not around, as early as five days ago, she entered the colored glaze Formless Realm in order to complete a great mission-" he wheezed, "-not many people know about it, it.. it is no wonder Emperor would misunderstand Buddhism's-" he rasped, "-intentions!"

  The man's eyes turned cold, "Where did you say she went?"

  "Coloured glaze Formless Realm." The Buddha was so frightened by the look he gave him as he continued to explain, "Emperor, a monk does not tell lies. In order to let Bodhi become human, Lord Phoenix made a request to Venerable. She was willing to put down her scythe and do a hundred years of chanting in exchange for the gospel."

  "To let bodhi become human?" The man repeated his words and out of nowhere, he burst into fits of laughter. There was an unprecedented black fog hidden deep inside his eyes. The black fog that was initially a formless mass was enough to make all the demons shudder in fear.

  Buddha had been so petrified by his appearance that he was unable to find his words.

  He suddenly recalled what people had said before. The reason behind why the Emperor had personally led the troops to attack Buddhism was all because of that witch who disappeared previously.

  So the Buddha immediately shouted out loud, "Emperor, you need to calm down, Buddhism is not the one behind the witch's disappearance!"

  Whether it was the people from Tian Dao or Buddhism, they had all heard his words clearly.

  Tian Dao immediately realized that things were not right. They came to pick a fight with Buddhism this time, but they never thought to cause much trouble.

  This was because within the Six Paths, if there were no Buddhism, then there would be fewer counterbalances in the Netherworld.

  However, why is he behaving like this today…

  The Crown Prince, afraid of the situation escalating further, approached the Emperor's side and whispered in his ear, "That's about it. Buddhism had admitted defeat. We should also retreat, you…"

  Chapter 844 - Well, Transformed Into A Demon~

  Whoosh!

  There was hardly any chance for the Crown Prince to speak.

  The man's draping sleeves billowed, leaving the crowd with a cold, mysterious silhouette.

  At first, the Crown Prince thought the Emperor wanted to return to the temple. As he paced up and down, he realized that he was not heading to the temple, but the road to Buddhism.

  The Crown Prince's expression changed all of a sudden. He was dreading what would come after and immediately went with the clouds to catch up to him.

  The man's ghoulish aura was undeniably indomitable.

  His cloak flapped violently against the wind as if it was protesting the Buddhist gospel with a dire d.e.s.i.r.e to destroy it!

  His eyes were red with murder and his handsome face was filled with the stain of blood.

  The Crown Prince stepped in the man's way and gave him a stern warning, "Calm down!"

  "Calm down?" the man cackled. His narrowed eyes were tinted red.

  Every day he would brainstorm for the ways to meet her, regardless if it was the Buddhist Feast or The War of Tian Dao.

  He thought that one day, she would definitely appear.

  He came all the way just because he saw a glimpse of hope, but now he had made a fool of himself.

  He was just panicking two days ago that she would never forgive him for losing the magical mirror.

  To pray a hundred years for the Buddhist gospel?

  Huh. She always hated abiding by the rules and being restricted. Who would have thought that she would end up like this, all for Bodhi?

  She was wrong about him. She thought he was harmless.

  How could she ever belong to anyone else after she had gotten together with him?

  Did she really think that by entering the Forbidden Land of Buddha, he would let go?

  He would do anyth
ing to track her down!

  Bang!

  A tomahawk plunged from the skies above, piercing through the cloud drift above Mountain Tenya.

  Millions of shards filled the skies and glimmered like exploded stardust. Out of nowhere, a skyscraping wave engulfed the vast space, wiping off all traces of existence.

  Above the cloud drift, his silhouette was on its own, giving off an icy feel.

  The man's gaze landed on the Forbidden Land of Buddha. His hair was jet black and his eyes turned blood red. A sense of strong wickedness was hidden behind his well-defined features.

  His gaze was deep and focused. The blood on his cheeks was like a written vow that nothing could stop him. His perseverance was bone-chilling.

  The Hall of Great Strength was enshrouded with thick grey clouds.

  Venerable could not stand it anymore. He descended himself and raised his Magic Pestle.

  Bang!

  The sound of the bell thundered across Xumi Mountain, awakening all the demons and immortals within the Six Paths. Their minds dwelt in unease.

  Since ancient times, only monks who committed great sin were thrown into the Vajra Bell. When the bell was struck, their bones would be crushed to dust and their flesh torn into mince while they were still alive!

  The Crown Prince could not take a step further.

  Suddenly, the spirit bells chimed. Every demon, creature, and ghoul known to man was released, infuriated and full of evil. Bony fingers of the starved ghosts reached out from the gates of Hell. Then, a tidal wave from the Sea of Blood arose.

  The mythical soldiers from Tian Dao stopped in their tracks.

  The Emperor was on the top of Trayastrimsa heaven. His body was levitating in mid-air. Behind his flapping coat was a face that was already stained with blood.

  Venerable choked on his aura, a mouthful of blood was spurted out from his throat. He recited Amitabha and put his hands together devoutly. Then, he took a seat on a lotus and questioned the man. "Emperor, you cannot take away Tian Dao or Buddhism. So, do you really want to eradicate Buddhism?"