Chapter 123 - 121: Bodhisattva Descends the Mountain to Meet Zhuangzi
It was when Guanyin, obeying the command of Tathagata, headed to Dongsheng Immortal State to capture and kill the perpetrator who harmed Ananda and Kasyapa, that she encountered Zhuang Zhou.
Zhuang Zhou thought to himself, "Just when I wish to ascend to heaven, someone comes to disturb me every now and then. Truly, there’s no peace to be found! I wonder who this is, their mana is not weak."
Guanyin said, "Esteemed Taoist friend, you have injured two venerable members of our Buddhist sect. Please accompany me back to Mount Meru to meet with Buddha Ancestor and explain the reasons. Otherwise..."
"Otherwise, you will have no choice but to fight with me, right? Those two bald donkeys have repeatedly blocked my way and caused me trouble. Do you think I should speak to them with a smile? Is your Buddhist sect so untouchable like a tiger’s behind that it cannot be provoked?" Zhuang Zhou, upon hearing Guanyin’s words, couldn’t help but become enraged.
Hearing his offensive outburst, Guanyin also felt a surge of anger, saying, "This Taoist friend really should put a lock on that mouth of his! Otherwise, disaster comes forth from the tongue, and you may suffer an unprovoked attack."
Zhuang Zhou retorted, "Let’s see if you have the ability to make me suffer that unprovoked attack!"
Unable to come to terms, the two began to fight fiercely. Guanyin formed a Dharma Seal, and behind her appeared a golden Buddha image holding the Sword of Wisdom, which is used to sever worldly delusions and gain great wisdom. It was a signature Magical Treasure of the Buddhist sect. Seeing that she drew her sword the moment she got angry, it was clear that she was also provoked by Zhuang Zhou. Zhuang Zhou himself did not realize that he had been wrongly blamed and, facing repeated provocations from the Buddhist sect, was no longer merciful.
Zhuang Zhou pinched a spell, and a Dharma Sword appeared in his hand. As the two of them threw their swords into the air and engaged in a fierce battle of flying swords, no one could gain the upper hand over the other throughout a dozen rounds.
The Bodhisattva pulled out a tranquil willow branch from her Pure Vase, transforming it into a soft whip. With a flick, it caused the void to tremble. When she whipped forward, it stretched taut like a great spear.
Zhuang Zhou, although rarely engaged in combat, was still a Taoist expert and had perfected his Techniques and spells over many years. He conjured a huge shield of mystical ice, a skill he had mastered to the point of perfection. When the Bodhisattva’s whip struck the shield, it cracked crisply, almost breaking it open.
"Sky-Overshadowing Seal!"
Zhuang Zhou waved his left hand and lifted it high before forcefully slamming it down, as if turning into a vault of heaven.