109: I want your relics.

Fierce Buddhist light flashed from his body.

The Ancient Buddha phantom simultaneously pressed its hands together in prayer, silently chanting scriptures, accompanied by a burst of golden light that scorched the world.

The Buddha's figure vanished from the main hall, and the Ancient Buddha phantom slowly dissipated.

He had actually sacrificed the Ancient Buddha phantom directly, thereby granting himself the temporary ability to break through the Void Realm.

After sacrificing the Ancient Buddha phantom, the Buddha passed through the Holy Lord Hall, broke through the great formation, and even passed straight out of the Holy Land.

In the blink of an eye, he transformed into a streak of light and vanished into the horizon.

Even the Ancestors, who had been monitoring from the Void Realm, were dumbfounded.

It was not that they lacked the ability to stop him immediately; they were simply puzzled.

A Buddha, actually sacrificing an Ancient Buddha to gain the ability to escape?

In Galan Temple, isn't that a grave sin of disrespect?

Good heavens, he is truly formidable. No wonder he was able to become the Buddha. This means, this decisiveness—it is the real deal.

Meanwhile, the Buddhas in the Holy Hall looked at each other in dismay. They never expected their own Buddha to disrespectfully sacrifice the Ancient Buddha phantom and then run away.

He didn't even bother to acknowledge them at all.

"As expected! The Buddha has betrayed our Galan Temple!!!"

The group of Buddhas gritted their teeth, looking as if they wished they could tear their Buddha to pieces.

But by this time, the Buddha had already moved far away from the Supreme Bliss Holy Land and had long since disappeared.

Watching the approaching demonic cultivators, the old monk who had previously questioned the Buddha stepped forward once again: "amitabha, benefactors. Now that the culprit has fled, why not let us return? Once we return to the temple, we will naturally invite the Ancestors to judge the Buddha."

"When that time comes, we will capture him. Whether you want to kill him or beat him, it will be entirely up to your wishes."

"Hmm..."

One of the Ancestors nodded, clearly very satisfied with the old monk's attitude.

A moment later, he smiled with malicious intent: "Since your Buddha abandoned you here, it proves that he has already betrayed you. In other words, you are unrelated."

"Whether it was the Treasure Appearance Golden Lotus from before or the Nirvana Sacred Art, everything was brought out by him to buy his own life."

"Now that you are unrelated, if you want to survive, you naturally need to renegotiate."

"..."

Hearing the shameless words of the Supreme Bliss Old Ancestor, the Buddhas were angry but dared not speak.

When the Buddha was present, they at least had a backbone. Now that their backbone had escaped to who knows where, how could they possibly have the courage to oppose the Supreme Bliss Holy Land?

The old monk smiled bitterly: "Benefactors... We are all monks; those worldly possessions were all on the Buddha's person. Now that he has run away, we have nothing presentable to offer to buy our lives."

"Why not let us return first? We will send the compensation to you another day."

"Hahahaha!!!"

Hearing the old monk's words, several Ancestors burst into laughter. One of them, while laughing, said: "Hahaha, you return first, and then send the compensation back?!"

"Listen to these words—do you even believe them yourselves?"

"Once you return to Galan Temple, who knows how you will badmouth us? Coupled with the character of your Buddha, I don't believe a single word from you bald donkeys."

"Now you only have one choice: hand over everything. Only in this way might the Dao injury on our Disciple Lin Ye improve slightly."

"Hurry up, don't dawdle!"

"..."

Sigh... The old monk exhaled softly, his face filled with helplessness.

They are the blade and the cutting board, and we are the fish and the meat. At this moment, whatever they say goes!

As for those collected treasures, after returning, we can just have the believers prepare some more.

Thinking of this, the old monk directly took off his qiankun ring. Seeing this, the other Buddhas also took off their qiankun rings with pained expressions.

As one Buddha after another handed over their qiankun rings, the Elder responsible for collecting them couldn't stop smiling.

His arms were now full of qiankun rings.

As everyone knows, the ability of these Buddhas to accumulate wealth is top-notch among the many Holy Lands. With so many qiankun rings, won't they make a fortune?!

After all the Buddhas handed over their qiankun rings, the old monk stepped forward, his tone carrying a bit of dissatisfaction: "Seniors, everything we have is here. Can we leave now?"

"Leave?"

The Old Ancestor looked at the old monk with surprise, as if he had heard a funny joke: "Why would you want to leave?"

"You, you, you..."

The old monk pointed his finger at him and shouted angrily: "Didn't you say that as long as we gave compensation, you would let us leave!"

"Yes, I did say that."

The Old Ancestor nodded and continued: "You also know that what I said was that you could leave after giving compensation. But the current compensation is far from enough. Not to mention treating that kid's Dao injury, it wouldn't even be enough to treat the mental trauma he suffered."

"Your compensation was not enough; why should I let you go?"

"We have already given you everything!!!"

The old monk was not just saying this casually; they had even handed over their weapons and the zen staves in their hands.

He did this to avoid giving the other side any reason to fly into a rage. Yet, they were still being so unreasonable. They were now only missing the monk robes on their bodies! Everything else was gone.

The several Old Ancestors looked up and down at these Buddhas, then chuckled: "My Disciple suffered a Dao injury, as you all know. Ordinary things are certainly useless to him."

"But I heard that you Buddhas' sarira can treat this Dao injury."

"I assume that as Buddhas who save the suffering, you wouldn't stand by and watch someone die, right? If each of you gives a bit of sarira, my Disciple will be able to recover!"

"Sarira?!"

The old monk's pupils constricted. Damn, these despicable bastards!

Can that thing called sarira just be handed out as a gift?

That only appears after one's body is cremated by fierce fire!

Generally, Buddhas with profound cultivation, upon entering Nirvana, would be cremated by others using spiritual fire, and the resulting sarira would be placed in the temple for worship.

They haven't even entered Nirvana yet, and you want their sarira?

Doesn't that mean you want to refine them alive?

Demonic cultivators are truly demonic cultivators!

This is wanting their lives after taking all their belongings!

"Everyone, follow the Abbot and fight our way out!!!"

The old monk naturally would not sit idly by and wait for death. These people had already revealed their true intentions. Whether one sticks their head out or pulls it back, the blade will fall. It is better to fight it out!!!

But now, the weapons and Magic Treasures in the Buddhas' hands had all been taken away.

Even if they were fully armed, how could they escape from the Ancestors of the Supreme Bliss Holy Land? Moreover, their qiankun rings had been taken, and they had lost all their trump cards.