Being a talent in the Chusheng Demon Sect

Chapter 438 Good Fortune, it's you, right!
In Jiangxi, as a group of commoners bowed in unison, the melodious sound of bells suddenly came from the sky, and golden clouds surged like springs wherever they passed, with many strange phenomena appearing.

From the distant horizon, countless auspicious clouds piled up, and a magnificent temple as large as a mountain emerged from the clouds. Countless monks came and went in the temple, chanting Buddhist scriptures, discussing the Dharma, and the melodious Buddhist sounds and bell tolls fell into Lü Yang's ears and beside the Demon-Slaying Immortal.

"Boom!"

The bell tolled eighty-one times in a row, each strike like a thunderbolt striking Lü Yang's head, even causing him to have strange thoughts involuntarily:
'Amitabha, I transcend.'

"Qiang Qiang!"

The next second, the [Sword Intent] spontaneously revived, dispelling the Buddhist chants echoing in his mind and jolting Lü Yang awake, causing him to break out in a cold sweat.

'What an evil thing!'

If a Foundation Establishment cultivator with weaker cultivation were here, they would probably be overjoyed to convert to the Pure Land and become a Dharma Protector Arhat within it.

Even this wasn't the full power of the Buddha's voice; almost ninety percent of its terrifying "conversion" magic was poured onto the Demon-Slaying True Man. Yet, even so, when Lü Yang glanced to the side, he saw that the Demon-Slaying True Man's expression remained calm and unchanging.

At this moment, the old monk who led the people in worship also stood up shakily.

He clasped his hands together respectfully and said, "【Weituo Tiandangmo Luohan】, the Buddha's disciple has been waiting for you for a long time. Please follow this humble monk into the Mahavira Hall."

"Lead the way."

The Demon-Slaying Master nodded, and Lü Yang followed closely behind. The three of them walked into the Pure Land, where they witnessed a scene of peace and prosperity.

If everyone observes etiquette and restrains themselves, every family will have a house and land.

The monks discussed the Dharma, and the novices talked about the scriptures. They were all happy and harmonious, without any disputes among them. Everyone was content and did not have to worry about the hardships of daily life.

Such a scene would be unimaginable elsewhere. After all, mortals are mortals, and cultivators are cultivators; they have always been like shepherds and pigs and dogs, never to be treated equally. Yet, in the Pure Land, everyone is equal. Even an Arhat will discuss Buddhist scriptures with a commoner from the marketplace.

"Amitabha!"

Finally, in the center of Jiangxi, a majestic sacred mountain rose from the ground, and the Buddha's light shone many times brighter here, truly illuminating all directions.

At the summit of the sacred mountain stands an ancient temple.

【Victorious Wisdom Arises at the Precious Temple】!
"when--!"

The melodious sound of bells emanated from the temple, creating a peaceful atmosphere. Behind the wide-open doors was a magnificent main hall, inside which stood a golden Buddha statue.

On either side of the Buddha statue were rows of Pure Land Arhats. Lü Yang even recognized a few familiar faces among them. These Arhats were all dignified and solemn, guarding the golden Buddha statue. Their heads were bathed in Buddha's light, and countless eyes were staring intently at the Demon-Subduing True Man.

And beneath the golden Buddha statue.

With his red lips and white teeth, the novice monk Guangming, dressed as a Buddhist monk, clasped his hands together and looked down at the Demon-Slaying Immortal with a smile, as if he were looking at fish in a pot.

"That's good, that's good."

Guangming Buddhist disciple nodded gently: "Since the [Weituo Heavenly Demon-Subduing Arhat] has come here in person, he should have already understood his past life. Today, he should return to his rightful place and attain the true Arhatship."

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The Demon-Slaying Master did not respond, but looked at the side of the Buddha Guangming, where a refined-looking and composed young man stood.

It was his close mortal friend who had once passed on the skill of "non-killing" to him.

At that moment, the other person also showed a nostalgic smile, nodded slightly to him, and looked at him with relief, appreciation, and affection.

However, upon seeing this, the Demon-Slaying Master let out a soft sigh.

Why do you sigh, benefactor?

Seeing this, the Buddhist disciple Guangming laughed and said, "Could it be that there is still some resentment in your heart? No problem, you can vent it to your heart's content. The Arhats have come here today for this very reason."

He didn't care about the attitude of the Demon-Slaying Master at all.

The Demon-Slaying Master is now on the verge of death, with no choice but to sacrifice himself for the sword. His attainment of the [Sword Dao Fruit] is now a foregone conclusion; the only question is how he will achieve it.

If the Demon-Subduing Immortal gives up resistance, then everyone will be happy. From then on, the Pure Land will have another [Weituo Heaven Demon-Subduing Arhat], and will also gain a [Sword Intent of Non-Killing] honed to its limit. Given time, there may even be hope to cultivate a sword dao fruit of its own.

If the Demon-Slaying Master takes the opportunity to go on a killing spree, he would be happy to see it happen.

'I have three thousand monks and countless followers!'

'All of this is prepared for you; feel free to slaughter!'

The more you kill, and the more ruthlessly you kill, the cleaner your killing intent will be, and the purer and higher the quality of the [Sword Intent of Non-Killing] you will retain afterward!

From the very beginning, the Demon-Slaying Master had no choice.

Whether he comes to the Pure Land or not will not affect the outcome. The only difference is that if he comes, the Pure Land will reap the benefits without any effort, and if he doesn't come, the Pure Land will actively guide him.

No matter which option you choose, it's wrong!
"Amitabha!" Guangming, the Buddhist disciple, chanted the Buddha's name again, a flicker of excitement in his eyes: 'Subduing Demons... with such talent and sword intent, he's even more suitable than that immortal spirit!'

Thinking of this, he glanced at the Evil-Repelling Immortal beside him.

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This Foundation Establishment cultivator from Sword Pavilion had completely lost his mind, utterly bewitched by the [Barrier of Knowledge], and had almost become a puppet.

Seeing this, the Buddhist disciple Guangming pondered: 'The ritual to activate the [Earthly Buddhist Kingdom] requires four disciples, and I am currently lacking three. If I were to take the Demon-Subduing True Man, the [Angxiao] avatar, and that Immortal Spirit Shangzhang as my disciples, the ritual we ultimately achieve would surely be of the highest quality!'

This was his plan.

As for asking Angxiao to help deal with the Demon-Slaying True Man, it was purely a lie. After all, he couldn't possibly rely on the True Lord of the Holy Sect.

From beginning to end, all he wanted was Angxiao.

Helping Angxiao seize the White Wax Gold was a pretense; his real goal was to lure Angxiao into descending with his clone and then convert it into his disciple!

'The Demon Slayer has fallen into the trap, and without him, the Sword Pavilion is half-crippled, and even the Immortal Spirit Chapter can't escape my grasp. Only [Angxiao] remains.'

"Senior Angxiao, the time has come."

Guangming Buddhist monk spoke softly, calling out to Angxiao as agreed with him, waiting for Angxiao to take the bait and fall into his trap.

However, as time went by—

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Nothing happened.

Master Quexie remained standing there, motionless, and Angxiao made no attempt to seize the White Wax Gold.

".Um?"

Guangming Buddhist disciple gradually frowned.

"Senior Angxiao?"

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Still no response.

In an instant, Guangming Buddhist disciple's expression changed, and the Buddha light behind him, emanating from the [Victorious Intent Arises Brightly, Manifesting Worldly Forms of the Dharani Heaven], shone brightly, illuminating a clear thought:

What did I forget?

Jiangnan, the strategically important Jiange region.

Amidst the chaos of the battlefield, an old man, with his hands behind his back and a leisurely smile in his eyes, strolled leisurely into the Ye family's ancestral land as if he were in an empty place.

"It's been decades since we last met, and you still look as dashing as ever, fellow Daoist."

The old man entered the Ye family's residence, glanced at the mountain of corpses and sea of ​​blood on the ground, his expression unchanged, and then looked directly at Lü Yang's main body, which was surrounded by countless banner spirits.

Lu Yang, on the other hand, was on high alert.

'Ancestor of the Yun Family'

This is the person that Guangming Buddhist disciple forgot. Quexie Zhenren was just a smokescreen thrown out by Angxiao. The Yun family patriarch was his real target!

'.really!'

Lu Yang lowered his eyelids. He had previously overheard the conversation between Angxiao and Guangming Buddhist through the Yun family patriarch, but in the end, he did nothing.

Because afterwards he suddenly remembered something, something he had almost forgotten: back in the Xuanling Realm, at the [South Heavenly Gate], [Angxiao] had actually met the Yun family patriarch! The other party was by his side at the time and witnessed him manipulating the Yun family patriarch!
'He knows I have a connection with the Yun family patriarch!'

'So his collaboration with the Buddhist disciple Guangming is ostensibly to lure out the Evil-Repelling Immortal and plot to obtain the White Wax Gold. But his real target is probably me!'

Thinking of this, Lü Yang let out a deep breath. He wasn't flustered; things were different now, and he had the confidence to talk to Angxiao.

"A nobody greets senior."

Lü Yang cupped his hands in a respectful gesture and took the initiative to greet him.

However, to his surprise, Angxiao, who was now in the body of the Yun family's patriarch, frowned slightly upon hearing this, then chuckled softly:
"Now that things have come to this, why bother with this pretense, fellow Daoist?"

"Good luck! It's you, isn't it!"

Lü Yang: ".?"

(End of this chapter)