Under One Person: Starting from the Inheritance of Gods

Chapter 317: The Boundless Sea of ​​Bitterness and the Sea of ​​Darkness

Xiao Zizai squatted down, looked at his elder sister with his slightly bloodshot eyes, but a compassionate smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, as if he was really a high monk.

But when you look closely, that smile is clearly somewhat morbid, and after looking at it for a long time, you can actually get a creepy feeling.

Xiao Zizai said with interest: "No, I am a patient. I am particularly sensitive to the existence of fellow patients, and it seems that Donor Ying Gou has the same disease as me."

The elder sister couldn't help but frowned when she heard what Xiao Zizai said, "What are you talking about? I don't understand. What's the point of talking about fellow patients or not? If you are sick, go to the clinic and get treated. Don't bother me."

Xiao Zizai smiled and said to himself, "Many years ago, Corpse Ancestor Ying Gou and three other Corpse Ancestors helped the Dark Emperor Zhu Yougui establish the Xuanming Sect. Later, due to practicing the exercises, they went astray and gave birth to a second personality, causing them to turn into children overnight."

"Since then, he left Xuanming Sect and searched for a solution everywhere, but no one could cure this disease. So Yinggou Corpse Ancestor became angry and hid from the world, leaving his body to a donor. He can only wake up when he encounters danger."

"Donor, the one inside you is a patient."

"One person, two people, Buddha's heart, devil's heart, child's heart, murderous heart, in the final analysis, we are the same."

"Since you claim that the sea of ​​hell has no shore, why not let me transcend you and free you from the sea of ​​suffering? Would you be willing?"

As he spoke, a scarlet light shone brightly in Xiao Zizai's eyes, which, combined with his full Buddhist Zen spirit, did not seem out of place at all. Instead, it looked like the angry eyes of a Vajra.

Afterwards, Xiao Ziyi burst out with a majestic aura, his monk robe fluttered, and an astonishing aura surged from his body.

Xiao Zizai took a step forward, accompanied by the magnificent Buddhist music, which was like the sound of a huge bell, deafening.

“The heart has a lotus seat!”

"The body is like an Asura!"

I saw the aura on Xiao Zizai's body turned into two streams, one was golden, and then condensed into a golden twelve-petal lotus with Xiao Zizai as the center, showing compassion and mercy.

The other aura hovered above the lotus, carved into a statue of the Ashura King with a thousand arms and eyes that was dozens of feet tall.

However, the eyes of King Ashura seemed half open, just slightly opened, as if endless killing and anger were brewing in them, with killing and merit intertwined, and blood and gold stained each other.

Faced with the overwhelming pressure, Ajie had already gone offline at this time. She put on a large Ying Gou size and her glass-like eyes were glowing with a bloody light. Her eyes were cold and her aura was amazing.

"You monk, instead of just ringing the bell and chanting sutras in the temple, are you looking for trouble?"

Xiao Zizai grinned and explained: "I'm not trying to cause trouble to you, but I want to help you escape from the sea of ​​suffering!"

"Well, do you need to take care of it?"

As soon as she finished speaking, Ying Gou took action. She didn't believe that the monk in front of her would be so kind.

Moreover, there have always been rumors in Buddhism that there are people who can convert evil spirits. If I really fall into his hands, I don’t know what I will become of him.

If it was my sister, she would definitely shout: "Help! Someone is killing me! There are bad guys trying to kidnap my child!"

Ying Gou's figure flashed, and she appeared in front of Xiao Zizai like a ghost, with a vortex of blood-colored air flowing out of her palm. Her most famous bone-setting skill can shatter anything she touches. As the saying goes, one force can defeat ten skills. Anything touched by Ying Gou will be shattered into slag. In the original novel, she even shattered Ba Ye's arm with the curved axe, and then shattered the curved axe, injected her internal force into the fragments and shot them out to clear the field, showing her extreme cold-blooded strength.

At this moment, his white fist was carrying layers of vibrating force, like a tide, surging and slamming towards Xiao Zizai's chest. At this moment, the air was directly blown out of the air wave.

Xiao Zizai did not dodge or evade, but just raised his hand lightly, his palm was like the color of golden glass, Buddha's light was flashing, and he picked up a flower with one finger and easily blocked Ying Gou's attack.

"Don't worry, just listen to what I have to say."

Xiao Zizai seemed to be really doing this for Ying Gou, and sighed, "You and I are both sick, the difference is that you are still struggling in the sea of ​​suffering, while I have already reached the shore."

"The sea of ​​suffering is endless. As someone who has experienced it, I just want to lead you out of it and help you find liberation."

Ying Gou snorted coldly, and a scarlet light appeared in his eyes, making him seem cold-blooded and heartless. The strength in his hands increased again, and his internal force brought a chilling blood color.

I saw the bloody internal force blooming, carrying a kind of cold and bloody aura that wrapped Ying Gou inside, like the blood moon in the dark night, or like a flower watered with blood, as bewitching, brilliant and enchanting as Lycoris radiata.

The continuous attacks almost tore the air apart. It was hard to imagine that Ajie's young body could have such great strength.

While attacking, Ying Gou questioned, "Liberation? What you mean by liberation is to erase your forehead and give your body to her?"

Xiao Zizai's eyes were bloodshot, but his face was still compassionate. He smiled and said, "You have misunderstood. I am not a bloodthirsty person. I just want to lend you a helping hand."

Ying curled her lips and asked, "Do you think I believe it?"

With the bloody smell within reach, how can you say that you, a monk, are not bloodthirsty?

Facing Ying Gou's relentless attacks, Xiao Zizai finally responded. He clasped his hands together, chanted scriptures, and Buddha's light shone brightly around him. The golden lotus and the statue of Asura King seemed to come alive. The lotus rotated and Asura opened his eyes.

As Xiao Zizai chanted, the air around him seemed to solidify, and the golden lotus radiated a soft and solemn light as it rotated.

The majestic statue of the Thousand-Armed and Thousand-Eyed Ashura King had its eyes fully open, as if it was harboring endless rage and murderous aura that burst out at this moment.

The murderous aura was overflowing, and compared with Xiao Zizai's murderous intent, Ying Gou's murderous aura was like the flame of a firefly.

Golden light and bloody light enveloped Ying Gou's body at the same time. The golden light turned into golden hoops, falling on Ying Gou's neck, wrists, ankles, etc.

The surging blood light turned into a ferocious Shura hand with hooked claws, which covered Yinggou's head. It grabbed at the void, and there actually was a blood-colored spirit that wanted to leave Ajie's body.

"The Great Compassionate and Great Merciful Universal Salvation Mantra, may this mantra save all the sufferings in the world; the Great Wrathful and Great Angerous Sin Removal Mantra, may this mantra remove all the karmic obstacles in the world."

Xiao Zizai's voice was low and powerful, and every word was like a heavy hammer, striking Ying Gou's heart, making her feel dazed involuntarily.

For some reason, Ying Gou felt a drowsy and heavy feeling.

Just when Xiao Zizai's eyes were focused, and he wanted to pull out the blood-colored spirit completely, he suddenly seemed to think of something, shook his head and sighed: "The time has not come yet!"

(End of this chapter)