My enemies became my companions

Chapter 700 The Holy Maiden of the Demonic Cult
The long procession of monks came to a halt, their faces solemn and lifeless. Although the procession was extremely long and their positions had never changed, they now resembled Dharma protectors and Arhats guarding the lotus throne of a Bodhisattva.

Yin Tingxue trembled slightly, her face turned pale, and she kept taking steps backward, muttering to herself:
"Supreme Bright One, Light of the Ten Directions, may my body and mind be pure..."

Almost for the first time, Chen Yi heard the prayers of the Divine Cult from this Holy Maiden of the Demonic Cult.

So much time has passed, and the little fox has always been well-behaved and adorable. Sometimes, Chen Yi even forgets that Yin Tingxue is a saintess, and he doesn't even know that she can recite the prayers of the Divine Sect.

After all, Princess Yin Tingxue of Xiang was not a member of the Demonic Sect. From a young age, she had studied Buddhist scriptures with her mother, and her mind was confined to the capital. After her mother passed away, she was even more confined to the palace, which was the small Yintai Temple.

The girl was left lonely after her mother's death, but she didn't care.

The Ming-An Cult borrowed many Buddhist scriptures and stories, and even its leader, Gongsun Guan, could use them at will. However, in essence, the cult was opposed to Buddhism. Buddhism teaches "emptiness," that all things are impermanent and that all dharmas are without self. The cult, on the contrary, believed that all things and dharmas originated from the intention of the Ming-Zun.

The Bodhisattva of Medicine slowly stepped forward, a faint Buddhist light swirling around the back of her head. She stretched out one hand, as if bestowing dew upon Yin Tingxue.

Yin Tingxue retreated step by step, constantly chanting the cult's prayers.

However, the distance between the two did not shorten.

The Bodhisattva of Medicine appeared to be taking one step, but the ground beneath his feet seemed to shrink by four or five steps, and in almost a few breaths, he arrived in front of Yin Tingxue.

Chen Yi's hand pressed down on the sword hilt again.

This time he did not act immediately, after having some doubts in his heart, he intended to observe the situation. But at this moment, the Bodhisattva of Medicine approached Yin Tingxue, and he had the intention to make a move again.

Little Fox……

Chen Yi's eyes held an indescribable glimmer of hope.

He didn't know where this hope came from; wasn't he very averse to being Yin Tingxue's mother?

The thought had just settled in when

laugh!
A beam of cold light suddenly tore through the stagnant air and shot straight out.

Tian Sheng Donggong Ruoshu glanced over hurriedly, only to find that Chen Yi hadn't moved.

The sword was drawn not by Chen Yi, but by Yin Tingxue!
The long sword in her hand pierced through the heart of the Medicine Bodhisattva, revealing a long, snow-white section that gleamed coldly.

Under the cold light, the face of the Holy Maiden of the Demonic Sect was twisted and contorted with rage and struggle. Chen Yi had seen it before; in his previous life, when she chased him for thousands of miles, she showed this very face.

The Bodhisattva of Medicine trembled violently, his face turned ashen, and his life force seemed to be rapidly draining away.

As the Holy Maiden of the Demonic Cult pushed her sword further, the tremors of the Medicine Bodhisattva subsided. Yet, she still managed to muster a sliver of compassion on her face, raising her hand with difficulty to touch Yin Tingxue's cheek, uttering her last words in a weak voice: "Tingxue... how... do you still not understand..."

As soon as she finished speaking, the Holy Maiden of the Demonic Sect increased her strength without hesitation.

With a sudden twist of her wrist, the sword blade churned cruelly within the opponent's body, shattering the already illusory figure into countless streaks of light that dissipated.

Yin Tingxue abruptly turned around, facing the long and silent procession of monks. The last trace of confusion in her eyes vanished, replaced by an almost frenzied killing intent. Her body transformed into black lightning, her sword moving with her, and she plunged into the group of monks.

The sword light flashed like a pale lightning bolt exploding in the darkness.

Strangely, none of the monks resisted or fled in the face of this sudden attack.

They remained with their hands clasped together, some even with their eyes closed and heads bowed, silently reciting unfinished scriptures, while the wooden fish continued to emit a monotonous and hollow "tap, tap" sound.

A bald head rolled to the ground, its face showing no fear or alarm. Instead, its eyes were slightly closed, and a faint smile seemed to linger on its lips. Beside it, an old monk continued to strike a wooden fish drum, his rhythm perfectly steady, until the sword blade grazed the head's neck. Only then did the drumming cease. As the head flew off, its lips were still slightly parted, silently reciting unfinished scriptures.

Blood splattered.

The sword sliced ​​across necks, heads rolling off; it pierced chests, blood gushing forth… They simply endured in silence, as if this slaughter were a preordained sacrifice, they fell like silent stalks of wheat under the scythe. Donggong Ruoshu watched, her soul almost dissipating, too horrified to utter a sound. Chen Yi also stood frozen, his gaze fixed on the figure amidst the blood-red light.

Blood splattered like ink, staining the streets and alleys red and splashing onto the mottled walls on both sides.

Yin Tingxue became increasingly ruthless in her killing, her swordplay growing more and more frenzied, and her prayers becoming faster and louder. Her ruthless, witch-like demeanor was completely different from the obedient and docile little fox Chen Yi remembered.

"How...how terrifying..." Donggong Ruoshu shuddered, her voice trembling, "How could she have become like this..."

She had experienced battles in her early years, but she had never seen such a scene of someone offering their neck for execution, much less seen Yin Tingxue so crazed. Where was this the same cunning little fox who was sometimes sly and sometimes clingy to Chen Yi?

She's clearly a saintess of a demonic cult.

Chen Yi remained silent, simply listening quietly.

The chanting grew increasingly urgent, and amidst the splattering blood, she darted back and forth, her hands seemingly trembling more and more. He watched as Yin Tingxue's swordplay grew increasingly fierce, her moves increasingly chaotic, as if she wanted to completely shatter everything before her, including a part of herself.

Blood splattered on the long street.

She finally stopped when her sword was riddled with holes.

What came into view was a ground covered in blood, and rows of monks lying on the ground, accompanied by prayer beads, wooden fish, and lotus pedestals...

Yin Tingxue's vision was filled with blood, so much so that she couldn't see anything clearly. She walked numbly past the corpses.

A figure suddenly emerged from the blurry, blood-red mass, and Yin Tingxue almost instinctively raised her sword and slashed at it.

But he easily parried the sword, flipped his hand, and instantly grabbed Yin Tingxue's wrist. She suddenly trembled, and when she came to her senses, she tried to draw her sword to continue slashing, but she was stuck and could not move.

Chen Yi pinpointed the acupoint on her wrist, his slightly lowered gaze meeting her bloodshot and numb eyes.

She said, almost word by word, "You...will...die too!"

Even so, the stuck sword could no longer be raised. She tried to pounce and push it away, but she was too weak. Her eyes were glazed over, and she kept muttering to herself...

"You must die too..."

As soon as she finished speaking, she fainted in Chen Yi's arms, lost in thought.

"I don't want to be a Buddha."

These were her last words.

………………

crackle.

The bonfire that started in this ignorant world only produced one spark, and then the tiny flames solidified on the pile of firewood, remaining motionless no matter how Chen Yi wished.

Chen Yi turned his head and glanced at Yin Tingxue, who was lying unconscious on the couch, and didn't know what to say for a moment.

His mind was in turmoil.

Yin Tingxue has always been obedient and charming, always considerate of his wishes and compliant in everything she does. Since their marriage, he has rarely felt such complicated emotions.

However, the Yin Tingxue before him was not entirely his little fox, but rather... that Holy Maiden of the Demonic Sect.

In the firelight, Chen Yi gazed at her sleeping face, murmuring incessantly.
"But no matter what, a little fox is still a little fox..."

(End of this chapter)