A master of comedy!

late at night.

A few crows.

The monks who left White Snake Village did not return to Medicine Buddha Temple, but silently changed direction and chose another path.

Under the cold moonlight, a chilling change occurred in the expressions on their faces.

The Zen-like and compassionate aura vanished, replaced by wisps of demonic energy filling his eyes, and a cold smile silently appeared on his lips.

Even the young monks who had tears in their eyes when they saw off Master Guo earlier had resentment in their eyes, their delicate faces slightly distorted.

As the monks' procession moved forward, the demonic energy, no longer concealed, was fully released, spreading outwards like thick black mist.

Wherever it went, the once lush green grass and trees withered, and the insects, ants, birds and beasts seemed to have been drained of their life force and turned into mummies.

The startled birds fell like rain, their deaths tragic.

Only one pigeon moved freely through the bone-corroding demonic energy, unaffected, which made it stand out conspicuously.

What kind of monster is this?

The abbot's eyes flickered, and with a clap of his hand, a giant Buddha's hand, radiating brilliance, materialized in the air and reached out to grab the pigeon.

A fierce wind howled in the void, turning into a vortex in the palm of the hand, which the pigeon could not escape no matter how it flapped its wings.

Just when the pigeon was destined to be captured, it transformed into a golden eagle, its wingspan reaching a full ten feet, like a darling of the sky, riding the wind and soaring straight into the clouds, dodging the giant hand.

"What amazing transformation technique! It actually managed to escape."

The abbot uttered a sigh, but his expression remained calm and composed.

"Senior brother, could it be one of Zhou Sheng's people, trying to tip him off?"

"Yes, I think Zhou Sheng is really fierce. We finally managed to fool him, so we can't let it all go to waste in the end!"

"Hmph, since we've already fallen into demonic possession, why would we be afraid of him? Let's attack together and tear him to shreds!"

At this moment, Huinian's master, the old monk with the Dharma name Cikun, snorted coldly and said, "Zhou Sheng's cultivation is so high that even I cannot see the depth of it. Even if you have fallen into demonic possession, you are still far from being his match!"

"Now that the formation of White Snake Village has been set up, let's follow the established plan, settle scores and avenge our grievances, and avoid creating unnecessary trouble or provoking powerful enemies!"

The other monks nodded in agreement.

The group continued onward, with the abbot leading the way. He still had his palms clasped together, his long eyebrows lowered, and he seemed to be chanting Buddhist scriptures.

After walking for a while, the monks arrived at a blocked mountain hollow.

There are many loose rocks and broken trees lying here, and even the mountain has obvious cracks, but they are no longer obvious due to the erosion of time.

The surrounding area was barren and desolate.

Upon seeing this familiar yet unfamiliar place, the monks' eyes flashed with complex emotions: sorrow, regret, emotion, and nostalgia, but even more so... hatred and pleasure.

This is the place where they sacrificed their lives to stop the mountain floods.

The deep red earth was soaked with the blood of dozens of Buddhist monks, and even after so many years, the lingering smell of blood could still be faintly detected.

They burned their lifeblood and abandoned their physical bodies, one after another, until they finally destroyed the river embankment and changed the course of the flash flood.

The most accomplished monk of the Ci generation set up the Eighteen Arhats Formation, entered the water to capture the dragon, and fought to the death. In the end, at the cost of their own deaths, they killed the dragon that was about to cause trouble and harm countless people.

The past events are still vivid in my mind, and those desperate shouts seem to still echo in my ears.

"If it were just forgetting, that would be one thing, but they've gone too far. They actually demolished Buddhist temples and destroyed Buddha statues in the city, and even enshrined that wicked dragon on a shrine?"

"Hahaha, I feel like we were a joke back then, so pathetic! So hateful! So laughable!"

Some people laughed maniacally, almost laughing until they bled.

"They even said we spread the plague and that the flash flood was God's punishment. Haha, that's right, the flash flood was God's punishment, a punishment for the ungrateful!"

"Since they don't care, then let that flash flood from back then continue flowing, decades later!!!"

An elderly monk of the Ci generation exuded a vigorous demonic aura, and for the first time, doubt about Buddha appeared in his eyes.

"Buddha said to save all sentient beings, but are these sentient beings really worthy of being saved?" Another old monk of the Ci generation shouted, "Enough nonsense! We have already set up an array in White Snake Village. In a moment, we will cast a spell together to dredge the river and then bring down a torrential rain. The floodwaters will rush straight to White Snake Village along this mountain path and drown all those ungrateful people!"

"Continue to flood Ge'an City at the foot of the mountain!"

The abbot closed his eyes and sighed, "Let's begin."

This time, although he clasped his hands together, he did not chant Amitabha Buddha's name again.

……

"maze?"

When Zhou Sheng led the group out of the village, they discovered that a layer of mist had somehow enveloped the area, obscuring their senses and disorienting them.

Of course, it could only trap ordinary people or those with low cultivation levels. Once Zhou Sheng opened his Dharma Eye, he easily penetrated the fog and quickly walked out of the formation.

At that moment, the red thread flew back.

"Boss, boss, those monks really are suspicious. They all seem to have been possessed by demons. I was discovered halfway and had to escape back first!"

The red thread, now back in its true form, angrily declared.

Zhou Sheng showed no surprise and nodded, saying, "Come with me."

"Hmm, boss, is it time to make a move? I want to take on ten of them!"

The warmongering red line said excitedly.

Zhou Sheng, however, looked in a certain direction, his gaze deep, and uttered six words in a deep voice.

"First perform the opera, then fight the enemy."

……

Boom!

The mountain trembled violently, and the long-sealed mountain path was reopened after decades. Amidst the swirling dust, pairs of bloodshot eyes gradually went mad.

Then all the monks formed mudras and sat down to chant sutras together.

"At that time, the World-Honored One, having heard of the boundless, magnificent, cloud-like, wheel-shaped canopy of the dragon king's request, praised him, saying, 'Excellent! Excellent, you great dragon king…'"

Solemn and sacred chanting arose, but this time, the chanting carried an indescribable demonic intent.

The chanting grew louder and louder, and the surging demonic energy, like a dark cloud canopy, obscured the night sky.

Boom!

With each rumble of thunder, a black dragon seemed to appear and disappear in the dark clouds, followed by the falling of raindrops.

The scripture they were reciting was the "Buddha's Discourse on the Great Cloud Wheel Praying for Rain," the most famous Buddhist scripture specifically for praying for rain. It is said that the dragon kings can make vows to send down sweet rain to benefit all sentient beings in the great thousand worlds.

Ironically, that once-beneficial rain that nourishes all things has now become a torrent that devours countless lives.

But at that moment, two people quietly stopped chanting and opened their eyes to look at each other.

That was Abbot Cibei, and Master Cikun, the teacher of Huinian.

As they listened to the chanting around them and saw the demonic energy emanating from the disciples, a trace of sadness, and... resolve, flashed in their eyes.

The abbot stretched out his hand, and the relic floated up.

Cikun bowed to the abbot, then resolutely entered the relic. The next moment, the relic soared into the sky, shining brightly and turning the dark clouds golden.

The rain suddenly stopped, and the image of the Dragon King in the dark clouds was dispelled by the light of the relics.

The wind cleared, the clouds dispersed, the rain stopped, and the sun rose.

What rose was not the sun, but relics that shone even brighter than the sun.

...(End of this chapter)