Xuanxia

Chapter 220 Mercy
I feel heartache because of compassion, and I feel regret because of the heartache... I regret my own weakness and powerlessness.

This is the essence of Qi Ranjue.

Fu Qingzhou did not deliberately activate the Qi Ran Jue, he just watched and felt.

Every wailing soul, every roar of pain, washed over him.

The glow of his consciousness slowly floated forward and touched a withered hand that was stretched out to him.

In an instant, scenes flashed before his eyes.

This is a farmer. His father died early, and he was raised by his mother. When he was young, he would always be carried on his back to go to the fields to work before dawn. As he grew up, his mother's waist collapsed little by little and could never be straightened again.

But fortunately, the farmer is a filial son.

He took good care of his old mother, married a wife, and soon had a son and a daughter. Although he was not strong or tall, he supported a small family with his rough hands that could only swing a hoe.

But recently, he has been a little sad.

His mother's back pain became more and more severe, and she could no longer even get out of bed; her youngest daughter fell into the lake last winter and caught a cold, and her health is not good either. Although she was cured by a doctor, she has been coughing and looking sick for the past six months.

So the farmer decided to go to a large temple nearby to pray for the health and safety of his family.

While he was burning incense, a monk looked at him with sparkling eyes and said that he had a connection with Buddha and that he could buy a Buddha amulet for him.

The farmer knew that this was most likely the monk's way of asking for money, but he still gritted his teeth and agreed...as long as his family was safe, it would be fine.

However, after following the monk into the deserted Buddhist temple, what greeted him was a flash of knife.

The remaining memory scenes were intermittent and full of noise. It was the dying farmer who had his skin cut open from the top of his head in extreme pain...

Fu Qingzhou couldn't bear to watch it anymore, but he still had to watch it.

His consciousness slowly passed through the skinless, bloody figure in front of him who was wailing and wailing, and his entire consciousness was filled with this person's cries.

"No, Master! I still have my mother! I still have my wife and children! Please let me go!"

"Please spare me... spare me! I don't want to die! I won't report it to the police! Let me go!"

"Please...please..."

"beg……"

The wailing bloody man just disappeared, turning into countless spots of light and merging into the glow of Fu Qingzhou's consciousness.

He trembled slightly, his heart filled with grief, and faced the next bloody man.

This is a woman.

She was married to a man from a neighboring village when she was fourteen years old. At the beginning, the man treated her very well, obeyed her in everything, and cared about her. She thought she could live a good life, but two years later, she still could not give birth to a child, so the man began to beat and scold her.

That would have been fine, but soon, her husband began to gamble outside. Not only did he not come home every night, but he also mortgaged the family's ancestral home and land one by one...

On a stormy night, the woman sat in the house, stroking her belly with a look of joy on her face.

Although her husband seldom comes home recently and often beats and scolds her, they always have some tender moments occasionally... She hasn't had her period for the past two months.

I saw a doctor this afternoon, and he said it was a happy pulse! Happy pulse!

In this way, the man should be more sincere, right? With a child, she would no longer have to be beaten and scolded, and this family could be a normal, warm home...

The woman thought so, filled with joy, until several big men rushed in.

They laughed rudely and told her that she was pushed out by her man.

The remaining memory scenes began to fragment and tear apart. The woman was crying and screaming in the thunderstorm. She felt blood on her leg, and her bloody hand left an indelible palm print on the window.

She went crazy and became stupid and foolish. All she saw was horror and distortion. She didn't know where she was sent to or who she met. She just felt like someone was talking in her ear, with a grin or a baby crying...

Until someone stroked the top of her head and gave her a warm but sinister smile.

"Don't be afraid, jump from here and everything will be over."

All the hallucinations and auditory hallucinations disappeared.

The woman lowered her head and looked at the huge cauldron in front of her that was stirring flesh and blood.

Only then did she realize that she seemed to be without any clothes and her whole body was extremely cold. The bloody smell from the alchemy furnace was overwhelming, but she was unexpectedly warm and peaceful.

It was like a basin of hot bath water, with a little baby in it opening its arms towards her.

"Mom, let's take a shower together."

The woman shed tears, opened her arms and jumped in. Fu Qingzhou clearly had no body at this time, but he felt like he couldn't breathe.

Another bloody man turned into a spot of light and merged into his consciousness... and at this time, more bloody men also rushed up.

The memories of one person after another penetrated into his mind.

The stories and experiences of these people in their lives were different, but they all ended up with the same fate... being skinned and refined into pills.

Some of them were targeted because they accidentally entered the Fanyin Temple's sphere of influence, some were targeted and then kidnapped, and some simply joined the Fanyin Temple and were killed and skinned because they could not pass the final test of becoming a monk.

Some people feel extremely painful before they die, while others think they are liberated before they die...but they don't know that this is not the end.

After merging their consciousness, Fu Qingzhou saw everything that happened after their death.

These images are all exactly the same.

The boundless sea of ​​blood... and the endless pain.

What kind of pain is that? Probably an endless cycle of pain and despair before death.

Their perceptions, memories, pain, and despair all came to Fu Qingzhou layer by layer. He alone bore the suffering of countless people. After merging with countless blood men, the glow of his consciousness grew bigger and stronger little by little, but at the same time it also trembled violently to the point of almost disintegrating.

“Don’t…let me go…”

"Please... spare me..."

"Ahhhh!"

"Let me go! Let me go!"

It seemed like only a moment had passed, but it also seemed like thousands of years had passed. There was no longer a single bloody man in the sea of ​​blood, only the glow of Fu Qingzhou's consciousness remained.

It seemed as if he could no longer bear this kind of pain, and the fluorescence was torn and disintegrated to the extreme.

But in that glow, there was a strong and warm breath that tightly wrapped and connected it, allowing them to barely stay together.

"Yuanwu..."

Fu Qingzhou's voice rose little by little, echoing in the sea of ​​blood, hoarse and sad: "Do you know what you have done?"

“I know.” The sea of ​​blood gradually rose and condensed into Yuan Wu’s face. It opened its mouth and said in a deep voice: “All of this is meaningful.”

"Does it make sense?"

Fu Qingzhou didn't have the energy to sneer, and there was only endless sadness in his heart: "Killing them and chewing on their pain, is this what you call meaning?"

"You wouldn't understand..."

Yuanwu's tone also conceals deep sorrow and misery: "This is the path to Buddhahood that is difficult to achieve through a hundred disasters. It is through the sea of ​​blood that the masses are tempered, and through my own body I endure the pain. When the path is completed, the Buddha is no longer me, but the masses who have accomplished my Buddhahood."

"rhetoric."

Fu Qingzhou interrupted him, his anger hidden but his consciousness gradually brightened: "Have you asked them?"

"Your anger is meaningless."

Yuan Wu looked at Fu Qingzhou's almost disintegrating consciousness and said, "It's just a flash in the pan... You can't digest the suffering of these people, and in the end you will only..."

He stopped halfway through his words.

Fu Qingzhou's light became brighter and brighter, his power seemed to come from nowhere, grand and vast, not only pulling back all the fluorescent light that was almost disintegrated, but also making it a hundred times brighter than before!
Qi Ran Jue helped him digest the sorrow and despair of countless people in a very short period of time, and gave him unprecedented compassion and determination!

"You..." Yuan Wu's voice was extremely shocked: "How could you?! Why... why could you..."

Fu Qingzhou said calmly: "Your Buddha is actually an evil demon."

"I will evaporate this sea of ​​blood and free all the souls trapped for you."

"If I were to explain why... it's probably because I am the true Buddha at this moment."

"Come and see, see my mercy and pain."

As he said this, a flash of light appeared, and without any hesitation, he slammed heavily into Yuanwu's face condensed by the sea of ​​blood!
In reality, Tang Jiao, who had been staring at Fu Qingzhou, suddenly widened her eyes.

"Brother, he, he..."

She exclaimed, "He cried?!"

Fu Qingzhou stood there motionless, with two lines of tears flowing from the corners of his eyes and gently dripping onto the ground.

(Happy New Year's Day everyone! Happy New Year! 2024 will be better and better~ Today is a holiday, so I will update one more chapter, hehe.)
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