Gentlemen, it's time to enter the Banner of Ten Thousand Souls.

Chapter 57 Reversing Everything
The moonlight was not beautiful tonight, and the dim shadow fell on the tall monk, making Chen Ye's scalp tingle.

Chen Ye had imagined many scenarios of being caught up and had prepared many plans.

It was nothing more than empty talk, sneak attacks, or a quick and painless death rather than surrender... Even though he had thought he would die at this person's hands, Chen Ye never imagined that what he would see with his own eyes would be like this.

The monk walked towards him, his figure crushing the moonlight. Chen Ye felt that it was no longer a monk, but a walking natural disaster.

It's like Mount Tai collapsing suddenly, or a tsunami sweeping in from all directions.

Eloquence, intelligence, ambition, character... all are useless in the face of natural disasters.

Destruction can happen in an instant; no matter how brave or how much you struggle, it's all meaningless in the face of natural disasters.

For the first time, Chen Ye felt so powerless. This feeling of being unable to control his own life and death was so intense that even his proud mind lost its ability to think.

Only when the monk walked up to Chen Ye, put his hands together, and uttered the phrase "Amitabha" did Chen Ye feel the pressure on his body ease.

Before Chen Ye could make a move, Su Chunyi had already habitually stood in front of him.

Chen Ye smiled bitterly. It didn't matter whether he died sooner or later, it was just a matter of a moment. There was no need to hide behind Su Chunyi in the last moment of his life.

Chen Ye slowly walked past Su Chunyi and stood in front of the disheveled monk. He put his hands together and said, "Amitabha, Master, you have been chasing us all this way, but you did not attack us directly. I suppose you were planning to have a chat with us."

The disheveled monk's smile remained unchanged, his eyes full of admiration.

"So you're the rogue cultivator Chen Ye? All the scheming along the way was your doing?"

Chen Ye readily admitted: "These petty tricks are not worthy of the attention of a master."

There was nothing to hide. Having witnessed the monk's imposing manner, Chen Ye knew that any scheming or concealment was meaningless.

“This is no trivial trick. This straw figure is exquisitely crafted and can be used as a hint without actually harming this female benefactor. This level of skill is not something an ordinary person can grasp. I see that you are not very old, yet you have mastered this skill. My poor disciple died without regret.”

Upon hearing this, both Chen Ye and Su Chun felt a chill in their hearts.

The monk Ku'e was his disciple, and he had indeed come seeking revenge.

Looking back now, I realize I was too arrogant. If disciples of prestigious sects like Su Chunyi and Wei Changsheng would leave behind soul lamps to let their elders know about their safety, then the monks of the Nirvana Sect should also have similar methods.

Chen Ye should have been prepared after killing the monk Ku'e, but at the time he only thought that Qinghe Sword Sect was the best in the world, and with Su Chunyi by his side he felt that even if the sky fell, someone would hold it up.

Looking back now, I deeply regret my actions.

Upon hearing the name of the monk Ku'e, Su Chun immediately understood and decisively said, "I killed that monk Ku'e. If you want revenge, then kill me."

Chen Ye had long guessed that Su Chunyi would take responsibility for this matter; that was just the kind of person she was. But it was truly touching that someone still cared about him at this critical moment of life and death.

Chen Ye then said to the disheveled monk, "That monk Ku'e had the opportunity to possess another body, but I cut off his escape route. Every wrong has its perpetrator, and every debt its debtor. If you seek revenge, come find me."

The disheveled monk looked at the two men who seemed ready to die and laughed, "Amitabha, you both claim to have broken the precept against killing. This humble monk cannot distinguish the truth from the falsehood, so perhaps..."

Upon hearing this, Chen Ye immediately interrupted, saying, "Kill me if you want, but stop with these despicable methods of testing people's hearts. Your cultivation is so high that you have already transcended the mortal realm. Why are you playing tricks on us little ants? Aren't you ashamed if word gets out?" Chen Ye wasn't afraid of death; what he feared most was that this old devil would come up with some torture methods. He would rather slit his own throat than suffer the pain.

Chen Ye had secretly kept the two talismans in his hand. They wouldn't be of any use to this old devil, but killing him wouldn't be difficult. He just hoped that Su Chunyi was also prepared and wouldn't let this old devil succeed.

The disheveled monk was interrupted by Chen Ye, but he was not annoyed. He simply emphasized, "Benefactor, you may not know this, but who killed Ku'e is of great significance to this humble monk. If we cannot find out the truth, this matter cannot be resolved peacefully."

The disheveled monk casually waved his hand, and Chen Ye felt his right hand rise uncontrollably, the talisman in his palm instantly turning to ashes.

Su Chunyi was the same; at some point, she also had a dagger in her hand, which she uncontrollably raised high, the blade shattering and falling to the ground in fragments.

Seeing this, Chen Ye could only feel despair. This was an absolute difference in cultivation level; he couldn't die even if he wanted to.

"Amitabha Buddha, please calm down, both of you. Recite some Buddhist scriptures with me to dispel the anger in your hearts, and everything will become clear." The disheveled monk didn't care whether Chen Ye and Su Chunyi were willing or not, and began to recite Buddhist scriptures on his own: "Avalokiteshvara Bodhisattva, when practicing the profound Prajnaparamita, perceived that the five aggregates are all empty, and thus transcended all suffering and distress. Shariputra, form is not different from emptiness, emptiness is not different from form. Form is emptiness, emptiness is form. Sensation, perception, volition, and consciousness are also like this."

Chen Ye had no idea what kind of evil magic the monk was using the Buddhist scriptures to perform. He wanted to grit his teeth and remain silent, but for some reason, Su Chunyi took the initiative to start chanting the scriptures.

Chen Ye turned his head and saw that her eyes were full of determination, as if she wanted to test the effect of this evil magic before Chen Ye.

Chen Ye had initially tried to dissuade her, but Su Chunyi quickly finished reading those few words.

After reciting the scriptures, no change was observed; it was as if he had simply recited a few lines of Buddhist scripture. The disheveled monk, however, was already quite satisfied and asked Su Chunyi again, "Female benefactor, was my suffering disciple killed by you?"

Su Chun opened her mouth, but it was as if something was blocking her throat. Her expression changed several times before she finally said, "I killed the body of the monk Ku'e."

The disheveled monk chuckled, "Female benefactor is a trustworthy person; what you said before was true. So, my disciple's soul was destroyed by this Benefactor Chen?"

Su Chunyi bit her lip so hard that it bled, but she remained silent.

This weird thing, after reciting Buddhist scriptures, will it force you to tell the truth?
Chen Ye couldn't stand it any longer and quickly said, "Miss Su, he already knew the outcome. Old monk, stop talking nonsense. Your disciple's soul was destroyed by me. I not only took his soul, but also tortured him into madness and threw him out to perish together with another old demon. If you're going to do something, do it quickly."

The disheveled monk looked at Chen Ye and simply repeated, "Then you should also recite some Buddhist scriptures with me, benefactor."

Chen Ye was going all out. He'd recite it anyway, hoping to die sooner rather than later. He vowed to wipe out the entire Nirvana Sect in his next life!
"When Avalokiteshvara Bodhisattva was practicing the profound Prajnaparamita, he perceived that the five aggregates are all empty, and thus transcended all suffering and distress. Shariputra, form is not different from emptiness, emptiness is not different from form. Form is emptiness, emptiness is form. Sensation, perception, volition, and consciousness are also like this. Shariputra, all dharmas are empty in nature, neither arising nor ceasing, neither defiled nor pure, neither increasing nor decreasing..."

The slovenly monk listened with a smile at first, but his expression changed when Chen Ye read the later parts.

"Wait, what were you reciting just now, benefactor?"

Chen Ye frowned and glanced at the monk, thinking to himself that this was the Heart Sutra, and he was sure he wouldn't misread it, even if he read it backwards.

Wait, no way, this old monk doesn't know the Heart Sutra has a second half!
The disheveled monk was also stunned for a long time, as if he was also startled by the second half of Chen Ye's Heart Sutra.

“Benefactor, how do you know that the Heart Sutra has a second half? Monks do not lie, and cannot make things up.”

Chen Ye grinned and said to the disheveled monk, "I not only know the Heart Sutra, but also many other Buddhist scriptures. I suppose most of the Buddhist scriptures in your Nirvana Sect are only incomplete. I can complete them for you! If you have the guts, search my soul. If my soul is missing even a single memory, it will be your loss!"

Chen Ye never expected that he would have such a trump card that could completely reverse the situation.

(End of this chapter)