Blind Ghostwriter: Starts with the full level of Nine Yang Magic Skill

Chapter 302 Paradise (Seeking Monthly Tickets)

The rain fell like a woven curtain, and the world seemed to be nothing more than a chaotic gray-white water curtain.

The young monk, holding an oil-paper umbrella, moved steadily forward in the wind and rain, like a guiding talisman. Gu Mo, Ye Chen, and the still-shaken Yun Song and Yun Qing followed closely behind, treading on the muddy and slippery mountain path, heading towards the brightly lit manor halfway up the mountain.

As one approaches the manor, the noisy voices and decadent music become increasingly clear, even drowning out the sound of the pouring rain, creating a stark contrast with the desolate Mud Bottle Town below, like heaven and hell.

The manor gates were wide open, unguarded, and a huge plaque hung above the entrance, bearing four large, gilded characters written in a flamboyant style:

Xiaoleiyin Temple.

“Little Leiyin Temple? A temple?” Ye Chen looked at the plaque, then at the magnificent light and shadow shining through the door and the bursts of noise coming from inside, and his lips twitched. “This temple of Maitreya Buddha… is really quite unique.”

The young monk seemed oblivious, still wearing that calm, almost eerie smile, as he led the four across the high threshold.

Stepping inside felt like stepping into another world.

The warm, dry air, carrying an intensely rich aroma—the scents of wine, meat, cosmetics, and incense—mingled together to create a slightly intoxicating and mesmerizing atmosphere.

Suddenly, the view opened up before them. What was supposed to be a quiet Buddhist temple was clearly a lavish den of extravagance!

The huge courtyard was as bright as day.

In the center of the hall was a high platform, on which scantily clad, graceful dancers were dancing to seductive music, their flowing sleeves billowing and their eyes filled with allure, drawing loud cheers from a group of men around them.

In a large hall nearby, there was also a high platform where a group of handsome men with bare upper bodies were posing provocatively, attracting the attention of the women and girls watching below.

Ye Chen smiled and said, "This Maitreya Buddha truly practices the Buddhist principle of equality for all. Men have beautiful dancers to admire, and women have them too. Hey, this might be a real Buddha!"

For a moment, Gu Mo and the others couldn't tell whether Ye Chen's words were a compliment or an insult.

The young monk who was leading the way said slowly, "What you say is right, benefactor. Before the Buddha, all beings are equal."

Ye Chen quickly said, "That doesn't make sense either. Why should these people be able to sit and enjoy the show, while those on stage have to pose and perform for people's amusement? Isn't that unfair?"

The young monk said, "All beings are equal, and each has their own duty. In this Little Thunder Temple, everyone is equal. The dancers on the stage are doing it voluntarily, as it is what they enjoy."

There are many people in this world. Some like to enjoy themselves, some like to be the center of attention, some like to be busy, some like power, and some like to be obsequious...

In Leiyin Temple, the Buddha teaches Mahayana Buddhism, helping all sentient beings to fulfill their wishes!

Gu Mo asked, "Where is your Buddha? Didn't he invite us here? Why hasn't he shown himself yet?"

The young monk quickly said, "Don't be impatient, benefactor. When the time comes, the Buddha will appear. You may wander around on your own. Perhaps you can find what you are looking for here. I will wait here. If you need anything, you can ask me."

Ye Chen asked, "Big brother, what do you mean?"

Gu Mo said in a deep voice, "Let's take a look around first. I'm also quite curious about what this so-called Buddha is up to."

The four of them immediately went inside.

Just as you step over a wall, the place is bustling with noise. The crisp sound of dice hitting the dice cup, the muffled thud of dominoes hitting the table, and all sorts of wild laughter and hysteria are intertwined. It is clearly a large-scale casino.

The gamblers were excited, their eyes bloodshot, as they piled up heaps of gold and silver jewelry on the table.

However, what's strange is that most of the people here are dressed very simply and look like ordinary people, yet they all spend lavishly here.

A pavilion on the right emitted an ambiguous pink light, from which came the constant chirping of birds. Leaning against the railing were several women and men of stunning beauty and different temperaments. The women smiled charmingly, their eyes captivating, while the handsome men had different expressions.

It was clearly a top-class brothel.

Guests were often seen coming and going, drunk, with beautiful women in their arms. The guests included both men and women, and there were even cases of a woman with two or three men in her arms.

Directly ahead stood a magnificent restaurant. Through the huge floor-to-ceiling crystal windows, one could see the lively atmosphere inside, with various delicacies and fine wines on display.

There were also acrobats performing tricks, and musicians playing decadent music unlike anything they had ever heard before...

The entire estate is a condensed version of the ultimate pleasures on earth... a paradise!
"Tsk tsk tsk, no wonder the Buddhists say the Western Paradise is the ultimate bliss! If the Little Thunderclap Temple is this happy, the Great Thunderclap Temple must be even happier!" Ye Chen exclaimed in astonishment, "The Little Thunderclap Temple of Maitreya Buddha is actually like this, tsk tsk tsk, could it be that he also likes to have a few fun and drink with women?"

Gu Mo smiled and said, "I don't know if Buddha likes to play a few tricks, but monks certainly do."

As he spoke, Gu Mo pointed to a gambling table in the middle of the bustling casino.

Ye Chen looked over and saw a monk in a cassock standing by a gambling table, shouting and laughing, with one arm around a still-attractive middle-aged woman and the other holding a small wine jar. He was having a great time, and the hand he was using to grope the woman was very restless.

"That monk really knows how to have fun!"

Ye Chen curiously went over to take a look and found that it was an old monk with white eyebrows and a white beard, with a kind face and a virtuous appearance.

The monk noticed Ye Chen's gaze, turned his head, smiled slightly at Ye Chen, and asked, "Does the way you look at this humble monk have any instructions?"

Ye Chen shook his head and said, "I have no advice, but I have a question. As a monk, how could you... do this? Aren't you supposed to be free from worldly desires and detached from worldly affairs?"

The old monk smiled slightly and said, "Benefactor, if I hadn't first entered the world of mortals, how could I have seen through it? If I hadn't first had impure senses, how could I have attained purity of the six senses?"

"If that's the case, Master, your spiritual level isn't high enough, so you became a monk who only drinks and eats meat?" Ye Chen asked.

The old monk shook his head and said, "No, I have been enlightened by Maitreya Buddha and my realm has reached that of Buddha. It is precisely because my realm is sufficient that I am in the mortal world but not in the mortal world. I have entered this mortal world only to help people escape the mortal world. This is the essence of Mahayana Buddhism. Buddha once cut off his own flesh to feed an eagle and his own body to feed a tiger. I have entered this mortal world only to save all sentient beings."

"How do we cross?" Ye Chen asked.

"To relieve the worries of the world!" the old monk said.

Ye Chen chuckled and asked, "Master, am I considered an ordinary person?"

"Calculate."

"If you save all living beings and relieve people's worries, then would you be willing to relieve my worries, Master?" Ye Chen asked.

“Of course I would,” the old monk said.

Ye Chen smiled slightly, opened his palm in front of the old monk, and said, "Master, my only worry is that I lack money. Since you have the heart to help all people, why not give me some money? That would relieve my worries. What do you say?"

Ye Chen looked at the old monk with a hint of provocation.

But then the old monk calmly took out a money bag and placed it in Ye Chen's hand. It was heavy, containing at least fifty or sixty taels of silver.

Ye Chen: "??"

Are you really going to give it to me?

The old monk asked with a smile, "Benefactor, has your worry been relieved?"

Ye Chen weighed it in his hand, smiled slyly, and said, "Not enough."

The old monk took out another money bag and handed it to Ye Chen. This time, the amount was much larger, at least a hundred taels.

Are you still worried, benefactor?

Ye Chen looked completely bewildered and said, "Old monk, tell me honestly, did you steal and sell your family's Buddha statue?"

The old monk smiled slightly and said, "The Buddha resides in the heart, not in the golden body. Benefactor, your question is not important. What is important is whether your worries have been resolved. This humble monk cares about this question, and the Buddha also cares about this question. He only wishes that all beings may attain ultimate happiness!"

Ye Chen took a deep breath. The old monk in front of him was indeed of profound understanding. Immediately, he said, "Monk, you see, when you enter the mortal world, you only want to find women. But I am so young, and I don't even have a woman. I am so worried. Why don't you give me another woman?"

The old monk nodded and said, "What you say makes sense, but you are wrong about one thing."

"Where?" Ye Chen asked, puzzled.

The old monk said, "With your youthful vigor, one woman isn't enough, benefactor. You need at least two, two a day!"

"Huh?" Ye Chen was stunned.

The old monk stepped forward, hooked his arm around Ye Chen's shoulder, pointed to the brothel next to them, and said, "Come on, benefactor, this humble monk will take you to drink and have fun. This humble monk will treat you. You can stay as long as you want. All the expenses for eating, drinking, gambling, and visiting brothels will be covered by this humble monk!"

Ye Chen gave a thumbs up and exclaimed, "Master, you truly deserve to be called an enlightened monk who has been enlightened by Buddha. Your realm is indeed remarkable. I am convinced. Master, from now on, you are my Buddha!"

The old monk smiled and said, "If Buddha resides in your heart, all sentient beings can be Buddhas!"

Ye Chen quickly said, "I understand, Master, I understand! I am Buddha, and Buddha is me!"

The old monk said with great satisfaction, "You have a good understanding, benefactor!"

Ye Chen chuckled and said, "So, at this moment I am Buddha. Then, Master, shouldn't you let this Buddha see the legendary Buddha Kingdom and let me sit on the lotus throne?"

The old monk slowly withdrew his hand from Ye Chen's shoulder, then took a step back, clasped his hands together, and in that instant, the old monk's aura suddenly changed. He transformed from a disrespectful old monk into an enlightened high monk, exuding an aura of compassion.

He bowed slightly to Ye Chen and chanted with great devotion, "Welcome back to the Pure Land of Ultimate Bliss, Buddha!"

In that instant, Ye Chen suddenly realized that his surroundings had changed!

The extravagant and noisy casinos, brothels, and restaurants receded like the tide, replaced by a pungent smell of perfume and alcohol, which was replaced by a ethereal, vast, yet intangible sandalwood fragrance.

Beneath my feet were no longer a smooth floor or a muddy mountain path, but a warm, smooth, and shimmering glass-like ground. Looking up, the dome seemed endless, studded with countless star-like relics, radiating a soft and sacred light.

The magnificent and solemn palace rises from the ground, resplendent in gold and jade, with carved beams and painted rafters. Countless huge golden Buddha statues sit on lotus pedestals, some with compassionate lowered eyes, others with fierce Vajra eyes, each with a different form and a solemn appearance.

This place is none other than the legendary Western Paradise!
Ye Chen and the old monk were standing in the center of a huge square, facing the enormous golden Buddha statue at the top of the main hall—the Tathagata Buddha!
The Buddha's eyes were slightly closed, and his whole body was bathed in a radiant light, as if containing the ultimate truth of the universe, making people dare not look directly at him.

The old monk, draped in a dazzling seven-jeweled robe, stood with a solemn and devout expression, his hands clasped in prayer, bowing deeply to the Buddha high above. His voice was loud and clear, echoing throughout the boundless Buddhist realm.

"Your Majesty the Buddha, I have successfully fulfilled my mission and guided the true spirit of the Buddha of Wonderful Joy and Freedom back to his rightful place! The illusions of the mortal world have been broken, and Buddha-nature has been revealed. I beseech Your Majesty to bestow upon me a lotus platform to guide the Buddha to the Pure Land!"

His voice was filled with supreme glory and certainty.

The Buddha, seated high on his lotus throne, slowly opened his eyes. His gaze, like two blazing suns, contained supreme majesty and compassion. He nodded slightly, his voice booming like a great bell, shaking the universe:

"Excellent! The Buddha of Wonderful Joy and Freedom has returned after countless eons, his merits perfected. He shall ascend the lotus throne and enjoy eternal bliss!"

As the Buddha's voice fell, a huge, nine-tiered golden lotus platform made of pure light appeared out of thin air beneath Ye Chen's feet. It slowly rotated, radiating a warm and powerful guiding force, as if to lift him up and merge him into the boundless Buddha light.

The Bodhisattvas and Arhats around him chanted Buddhist mantras in unison, their voices resounding through the heavens, forming a powerful spiritual torrent that urged and tempted Ye Chen to step onto the lotus platform that symbolized eternal liberation and supreme honor.

at this time,

Ye Chen's lips curled into a clear, mocking smile.

He raised his head, his gaze piercing through the magnificent Buddhist hall, fixed on the "Buddha" on the high platform, then glanced at the devout old monk beside him, and let out a clear, sneer:

"Master, your Great Thunderclap Temple isn't as attractive as your Little Thunderclap Temple!"

Ye Chen's voice wasn't loud, but it had a peculiar penetrating power, standing out out of place amidst the solemn and sacred chanting, like a boulder thrown into a calm lake.

The old monk calmly said, "Buddha of Wonderful Joy and Freedom, this is the sacred land of the Buddha. The World-Honored One is right before you. Quickly ascend the lotus platform and do not be deluded any further..."

His voice has a unique penetrating power, which inexplicably gives people a sense of conviction and makes them unconsciously believe what he says.

but,

An ordinary person would definitely have become mentally depraved.

But now he is facing Ye Chen, the third best expert in the Chu Kingdom.

"Stop this charade! Break it!!!"

The final word "break" resounded like a thunderclap!
Ye Chen suddenly unleashed an unimaginable surge of immense internal energy, unleashing a sonic attack.

boom--! ! !
The scene before them was like a fragile glass mirror, instantly covered with spiderweb-like cracks! The magnificent Buddhist palace and the solemn thousands of gods and Buddhas were violently shaken and distorted by Ye Chen's roar, which contained immense inner strength and the will to break through illusions!
Snap! Snap!

The sound of shattering was incessant!
The sacred chanting turned into a piercing shriek, the solemn Buddha light twisted into eerie colors, and the compassionate expression on the face of the "Buddha" sitting on the lotus throne froze instantly, then turned into a blurry, hideous light and shadow!

The figures of the Bodhisattvas and Arhats standing in attendance were like the reflections of stones thrown into the water, fluctuating and shattering wildly!
"what--!"

The old monk let out a furious roar, and his seven-jeweled kasaya tore to shreds, revealing the old, worn-out monk's robe underneath, stained with wine and cosmetics.

The pungent smell of perfume, the rich aroma of wine and meat, the clatter of dice and dominoes, the laughter of men and women... the noisy and extravagant atmosphere that belonged to "Little Leiyin Temple" instantly returned like the receding tide, filling the senses once again.

The old monk looked at Ye Chen and exclaimed in surprise, "Such profound martial arts essence, such superb sonic power!"

Ye Chen ignored the old monk and turned to Gu Mo, who was leading the Yun brothers over, and called out, "Big brother, this old monk should be the person we're looking for!"

Gu Mo had been keeping an eye on Ye Chen the whole time. He had noticed when the old monk used his spiritual magic to pull Ye Chen into the illusion. However, although Ye Chen was a bit eccentric and unreliable, he was extremely skilled in martial arts, so Gu Mo wasn't worried at all.

"Amitabha!" The old monk bowed to Gu Mo again and said, "Do you gentlemen also have something to worry about that you need the Buddha's help?"

Gu Mo cupped his hands and said, "Master, let's stop going around in circles. Where have all the people in the town down the mountain gone? What's the story behind those hanged people in the inn? What do you want to do by leading us here?" "Amitabha," the old monk said, "The people down the mountain are all here, and the people within a hundred miles are all here as well. As for those people in the inn, they were bandits and should have been executed, but out of Buddha's mercy, they were still guided to the Pure Land."

As for why I invited you all here, it is because this humble monk has been guided by the Buddha to travel the world on his behalf, to save all sentient beings. You gentlemen are all sentient beings, and it just so happens that you have the karmic connection to have come to the place where this humble monk is staying. Therefore, you should be guided to the Pure Land of Ultimate Bliss!

Ye Chen curled his lip and said, "Old monk, what are you pretending for in front of us? What Buddha or the Western Paradise? I've already broken through your spiritual skills. What's the point of you still pretending?"

“Amitabha,” the old monk said, “You misunderstand, benefactor. Although I used some methods, I was truly guided by the Buddha to lead ten thousand people to enjoy ultimate bliss and enter the Pure Land of Ultimate Bliss!”

Gu Mo chuckled and pointed to the men and women around him who were still engrossed in gambling or flirting, saying, "Your so-called bliss is just letting them be mentally stimulated by you, turning them all into madmen?"

The hall was eerie at that moment.

Gu Mo and his group faced off against the old monk, but the people around them seemed to be in another world, preoccupied with their own affairs and oblivious to the world around them. Even when Ye Chen's sonic attack shattered many things in the hall, no one gave it a second glance.

Gamblers continued their hysterical shouts, couples engaged in intimate acts in public, and those who had been feasting were already stuffed, yet still obsessed with food…

These people seem normal at first glance, but upon closer inspection, they become quite terrifying.
I'm addicted, so incredibly addicted!
"Amitabha!"

The old monk bowed to Gu Mo and said, "Benefactor, look at them. Aren't they happy? Aren't they satisfied? But look outside. War is raging, people are suffering, the dead are everywhere, and corpses are strewn across the land. The suffering of all beings is unbearable."

When the nation is at peace, the people suffer; when the world is in chaos, the people also suffer. Countless people are born into hardship and suffering, never experiencing joy or fulfillment in their lives. This humble monk is here to guide them to ultimate bliss.

While talking,

The old monk walked up to a gambler and said, “This benefactor loves to gamble, but he always loses, losing everything, his wife and children. But now, I will grant him the power to win every time he gambles, and he will be happy, extremely happy!”

The old monk then pointed to a scantily clad woman and said, “This benefactor, her husband died when she was a teenager, but she was restricted by worldly customs and rules, which made her a widow for the rest of her life. But everyone has desires and times of loneliness. Now, I grant her the right to indulge in pleasure. Food and sex are human nature, and it is only natural. She is happy, extremely happy!”

“This benefactor has toiled all his life but has not earned a single penny, all of which he gave to the landlord. I bestow upon him a fortune of ten thousand taels of silver, and he is overjoyed!”

“That benefactor has never had a full meal in his life. Here, I bestow upon him an inexhaustible supply of delicacies. He is overjoyed, utterly blissful!”

"..."

The old monk counted more than a dozen people in one breath, then looked at Gu Mo and his companions and said, "Esteemed benefactors, isn't this the Pure Land of Ultimate Bliss? Aren't we here to save all sentient beings?"

Several people looked at each other.

Ye Chen transmitted his voice and said, "Brother, I suddenly feel that what this old monk said makes a lot of sense. Not to mention the Northern Zhou now, even your Qian Kingdom and our Chu Kingdom have many people who are starving. This so-called Little Thunderclap Temple can really be called a paradise for those people!"

Gu Mo frowned slightly and asked, "Then, Master, you said before that all the people within a hundred miles are here, but there are only a few hundred people here at most. Where are the others?"

The old monk looked pleased and said, "They've gone to the Pure Land."

Ye Chen: "??"

"Don't tell me that when you say you're going to paradise, you mean dying like those bandits who were hanged in town!"

The old monk quickly replied, "Of course not."

Ye Chen breathed a slight sigh of relief.

The old monk said, "Those bandits had committed sins and were hanged before I guided them to the Pure Land. But those common people are different; they went to the Pure Land in the midst of bliss and will enjoy eternal bliss!"

Before Ye Chen could catch his breath, he asked in horror, "You mean, you killed everyone within a hundred miles?"

"No, it was this humble monk who guided them to the Pure Land of Ultimate Bliss!" the old monk said with a slight smile.

Ye Chen took a deep breath, pointed at the people around him, and said, "The price for eating, drinking, and having fun with you is my life? You're asking for way too much!"

“You misunderstand, benefactor,” the old monk said. “This humble monk is acting on behalf of Buddha to save all sentient beings, so that people may be freed from the sea of ​​suffering and enjoy eternal bliss. Amitabha!”

Ye Chen sneered, "So, does that mean if I kill you right now, you should thank me for sending you to paradise?"

The old monk shook his head slightly and said, "My joy lies in saving all sentient beings. When the Buddha enlightened me, I made a vow to guide ten thousand people to salvation. Now there are only six thousand four hundred and thirty-two people, so I am still unable to go to the Pure Land!"

Ye Chen shook his head and said, "You monk have really gone mad!"

The old monk calmly said, "People are foolish, and you gentlemen are no exception. Since that is the case, I will guide you to the Pure Land of Ultimate Bliss!"

in an instant,
Golden light emanated from the old monk, accompanied by chanting sounds, and his inner energy began to circulate instantly.

Ye Chen chuckled and said, "Old monk, you want to fight me? Do you know who I am? I am Ye Chen, the chosen one of the Chu Kingdom!"

“Amitabha,” the old monk said, “I will remember this. When I guide you, Benefactor Ye, to the Pure Land, I will definitely inform the Buddha of your name.”

Ye Chen's lips twitched, realizing that this monk had never heard of him before, so he pointed at Gu Mo and said, "You may not know me, but do you know who he is? He's the number one in the martial arts world. You want to fight him?"

The old monk was slightly taken aback and said, "This humble monk remembers that Su Qianqiu, the Sword God, is over eighty years old, while this benefactor is only twenty. Amitabha, benefactor, all beings are equal. You are you, and there is no need to impersonate someone else!"

Gu Mo: “…”

Ye Chen asked blankly, "Wait, is the news from Northern Zhou really that outdated? Brother, you've been the number one in the world for two or three years now, haven't you?"

but,

At this moment, the old monk clearly had no time to listen to Ye Chen introduce his identity.

"Amitabha!"

He took a step forward, and immediately golden light shone brightly, resembling the image of a Buddha who could subdue the world. Golden light burst forth from his feet, spreading across the blue bricks like molten gold in a boiling cauldron. Wherever he stepped, lotus phantoms bloomed one after another, and his kasaya moved without wind, with the hanging golden threads transforming into thousands of Buddha lights.

"May you, my esteemed benefactors, journey to the Pure Land of Ultimate Bliss!"

A palm strike descended to suppress it.

The instant the palm flipped, a grand array appeared throughout the entire manor, and the spiritual energy of heaven and earth surged into the array like rivers flowing into the sea, directly forming a domain.

Spiderweb-like cracks appeared in the void. This palm strike was accompanied by boundless chanting, and even before it touched the ground, it stirred up a gale. The sound waves seemed to contain the chanting of a thousand Buddhas, and the sandalwood fragrance mixed with the scorched earth smell of thunderbolts solidified in the world.

At this moment,

Gu Mo slowly stretched out his hand, then spread his five fingers.

"Snapped"

A loud slap rang out.

Gu Mo slapped the old monk across the face as easily as swatting a mosquito, the sound crisp and clear.

then,

The Buddha's light dissipated, the great formation shattered, and the domain vanished.

The old monk was sent flying backward, smashing through a pillar, and spitting out a mouthful of blood mixed with a few teeth.

The old monk quickly got up, put his hands together in prayer, and chanted, "May Buddha have mercy..."

"Snapped"

Gu Mo slapped the old monk again, a giant handprint in the air striking his other cheek. The monk was sent flying once more, crashing onto the stone steps outside the house. His knees then hit the ground, and he coughed up another mouthful of blood, both sides of his face swelling up the same way.

The thin old monk became a fat-faced old monk.

"Benefactor, what a high level of skill you possess!"

"How tall is it?"

"Very high."

Gu Mo chuckled as he walked to the door, looking down at the old monk, and said, "So, do you still want to take me to the Pure Land?"

"need."

The old monk knelt on the ground, put his hands together, and said, "I made a great vow before the Buddha to save 10,000 people from the sea of ​​suffering. Of course, I will save everyone regardless of their social status or wealth."

Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva once made a great vow: "I will not become a Buddha until hell is emptied." Although this humble monk is not as great as Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva, I will also uphold this vow: "I will not return to the Pure Land until I have saved all people from the sea of ​​suffering!"

In a daze,

Strange Buddhist light emanated from the old monk, possessing both the sacred aura of Buddhism and a hint of malevolence, instantly coalescing to form a domain.

Then, a character formed by swirling black mist appeared on the old monk's forehead.

Gu Mo frowned slightly and said, "Monk, is there a character on your forehead?"

The old monk smiled and said, "If there were a character, it would surely be the character 'Buddha'."

"No, it's the word 'slave'!"

The old monk smiled and said, "Does the benefactor mean that this humble monk has fallen into a foolish thought and become a slave to desire? The benefactor is mistaken. This humble monk has not fallen into a foolish thought, nor has he been controlled by desire."

This humble monk wishes to guide you, not out of attachment, but because in my heart, all beings are equal. Although you, my benefactor, have a high level of spiritual attainment, you are still just one of the many ordinary beings in this world, and all beings suffer, including you.

Saving all sentient beings is a great vow, and one must endure suffering.

Benefactor, your martial arts skills are superb.

This is the calamity that this humble monk must save all beings from.
But the calamity will eventually pass.

Because, this humble monk is Buddha!

As soon as he finished speaking, the old monk straightened up from his kneeling position, and an indescribable Buddhist light shot into the sky. It was no longer a solemn gold, but a chaotic color mixed with filthy dark red and pale green light.

The light twisted and wriggled, coalescing behind him into a colossal, ferocious image of Buddha!

This image has the outline of the Buddha, and also the compassion of the Buddha. Yet it has three heads and six arms, a blue face and fangs, and each of its wide-open, angry eyes flows with a thick, blood-like light.

A gigantic hand, wreathed in filthy Buddhist light, slammed down on Gu Mo at the doorway with terrifying pressure!
Wherever the palm strike passed, the space seemed to be stained with filth, groaning under the unbearable weight.

"Amitabha! Benefactor, this is the manifestation of this humble monk's great vow, the palm of the Buddha who delivers from calamity! Please enter the Pure Land!"

However, faced with this attack,
Gu Mo merely raised his eyelids slightly.

He didn't even make any extra movements; he simply raised his right hand, spread his five fingers, and casually slapped it towards the filthy Buddha's palm that blotted out the sky.

The movement was light and effortless, like brushing a speck of dust off a sleeve.

"Snapped!"

A crisp, clear slap sounded incredibly abrupt and distinct in the chaotic space filled with the Buddha's roar and the filthy Buddha light!

There was no earth-shattering explosion, no violent energy clash.

It was like pressing a red-hot iron into solidified lard.

The enormous Buddha's hand, brimming with boundless evil power and overflowing with filth, shattered and disintegrated like a dream the moment it came into contact with Gu Mo's seemingly casually swung hand. The Buddha's light that formed the Dharma image melted and dissipated rapidly, like snow being exposed to sunlight!
"puff--!"

The old monk was struck as if by a massive hammer blow. His body arched violently, and he vomited a mouthful of dark red blood mixed with fragments of internal organs, staining the stone steps in front of him a mess.

Gu Mo bent down, grabbed the old monk by the back of his tattered robe, which was stained with blood and mud, and effortlessly pulled him up from the cold stone steps, dragging him toward the clear puddle in the center of the courtyard.

The puddles reflected the light and the outline of the roof.

Gu Mo roughly pressed the old monk's head into the puddle of clear water and said, "The word on your forehead is 'slave'!"

The water rippled slightly, reflecting the old monk's swollen face.

On that bald forehead, a strange character formed from pure black energy appeared as clearly as a brand!
"slave!"

The old monk was stunned and asked in confusion, "What is this?"

Gu Mo said calmly, "Don't you know?"

The old monk slumped to the ground, remained silent for a long while, and then said, "This humble monk is afraid I have been possessed by a demon!"

"Which demon?"

"Inner demon!"

(End of this chapter)