I've already become an immortal lord, and only now is the spiritual energy reviving?

Within the Void Realm, light and shadow were in disarray.

The image of the wrathful deity grew increasingly dim, and his golden body was covered with spiderweb-like cracks.

Juexin knelt on one knee in the void, his monk's robes long since turned into strips of cloth, revealing his bare skin covered in bruises.

There were also several deep claw marks that revealed the bone, with golden blood flowing freely.

pain.

It's not physical pain, but the torment of inner turmoil.

Juexin's eyes were bloodshot as he stared at the domineering, towering man in front of him:

Why?!

"Benefactor! Since you are also a cultivator, how could you not know the calamity that would ensue if that thing were to break free?"

"A restless mind is the hardest to tame; she's a born killer! If she truly gains power, and her bestial nature overwhelms her humanity, do you know how many innocent people will die?"

Once, when he left the temple, he encountered a little yellow-skinned demon.

The demon wept uncontrollably, kowtowing and begging for mercy, swearing an oath never to repeat its actions.

At that time, he was new to the world, believed, and let go.

They returned after a few days.

The entire village was dead, with piles of withered bones.

The horrific scene was like a red-hot branding iron, imprinted deep within his consciousness.

Boundless compassion is tantamount to condoning evil!

Therefore, even if he were to die today, he would never allow this white ape to wreak havoc on the human world!

"Where did this noisy logic come from?"

Chai Wu ignored him completely, and with a sinister grin, he shattered the void with a single step and closed in on him.

His large hand, like a vise, gripped the bald man tightly, his arm muscles bulging, and he threw him violently outward.

"roll!"

His body flew backward.

From the flank, the white ape, accompanied by a violent gale, unleashed a powerful punch that struck him squarely in the ribs.

"puff!"

Golden blood spilled across the void.

Jue Xin felt like a kite with a broken string, retreating thousands of feet before finally regaining his footing.

He was breathing heavily, his chest heaving violently.

His gaze passed over the two of them and landed in the vast emptiness.

"Stubborn and unyielding."

Hands clasped together.

A burst of golden light flashed between his brows.

The sound of Sanskrit chants arose out of nowhere.

Countless gilded scriptures emerged, seemingly possessing sentience, and wrapped around the monk's body in layers.

Buddhist practice does not consider spiritual roots, but only the power of cause and effect and vows.

The one who keeps silent uses his body as a boat to cross the sea of ​​suffering.

The realm of hearing sounds allows one to listen to all things and feel their emotions.

Once a great aspiration is made, even if the level of attainment is not yet reached, one can reverse the cause and "borrow" the Dharma from a higher being in the future!

This is—the Dharma Master!

The greater one's ambition, the more prestigious one's position will be.

Juexin once vowed to "sweep away all demons and protect this pure land."

The intense desire for killing and violence thus triggered the resonance of the [Wrathful Vajra] status.

now.

He stared blankly at the gradually crumbling image of the Wisdom King before him.

kill?

They can't be killed all of them.

If one can eradicate evil completely, has evil already been sown in one's heart?

Juexin trembled as he reached out, his palm touching the illusory, dilapidated Buddha's hand, their fingers interlocked.

A single tear slid down her cheek, washing away the murderous intent in her eyes, leaving only the purest resolve:

"My heart... has never changed."

He only desires that all beings be free from suffering.

Click.

Large patches of the brilliant gold paint on the image have peeled off.

Echoing each other from afar, millions of miles away, a pristine land resounded and trembled.

......

In the northern desert, at Shangmiao Temple.

A world of crystal, filled with seven treasures, with the Merit Pool shimmering in the light.

The old monk sat high on the table, his wooden prayer beads now still, the black beads resting quietly in his palm.

He gazed into the depths of the Pure Land.

There.

There was a majestic presence, long since silent, holding a tin staff.

It was the persistent call from the South that caused it to tremble repeatedly, almost breaking through the sky and soaring away.

"Ugh."

The old monk sighed softly, ruffling the pool of merit water:

"Since the great sage in heaven has made such a significant sacrifice, it would seem petty of me to be unwilling to part with such meager possessions."

"Foolish child, catch it."

Deep within the Pure Land, boundless Buddha light soars into the sky.

A wandering monk, draped in a brocade robe and wearing a five-Buddha crown, with a sorrowful yet resolute face, walks with lotus blossoms, shattering the void with each step.

Heading south!

......

The Realm of the Great Void.

As the radiance faded, the phantom of a holy monk, as warm and smooth as jade, holding a nine-ringed staff, appeared.

The Bodhisattva lowers her brows.

The holy monk's lips moved slightly.

A mysterious and obscure incantation spread silently.

Shu Yan, who had transformed into a ferocious white ape, was stiff-chested, her hands tightly clutching her head.

Its once invincible ferocity now trembles as if it had encountered its natural enemy.

Deep within his soul, it seemed as if a golden ring was rapidly contracting, constricting his consciousness!

Upon seeing this, Chai Wu was greatly alarmed.

With a single stride, he instantly teleported to Juexin's side, unleashing a powerful punch with the force to move mountains.

"Certainly."

He remained unmoved and uttered only one word.

His fist was stuck, as if it were trapped in amber for thousands of years, unable to advance even an inch.

Chai Wu roared angrily, then switched to elbow strikes, knee strikes, and even headbutts.

Without exception, they were all vanished into nothingness by an invisible layer of Buddha's light.

Through the soul connection of [proxy].

He could clearly sense that his junior sister's consciousness was gradually sinking, as if it were about to be sealed by a curse.

Once it's completely locked up, I'm afraid I'll never be able to find that cool and aloof Shuyan again!

"Bald monk!!!"

Chai Wu's eyes were bloodshot, and the shadow of Mount Sumeru on his spine was no longer just an anomaly.

"You know Buddhism? So do I!"

He held up the sky with one palm, and the mountain behind him moved accordingly, transforming into a giant rock hand with five fingers covering the sky.

Mountains and seas can be leveled, heaven and earth can be overturned!

"Sumeru Seal! Crush it!"

A giant hand pressed down.

The vast void within a hundred miles could not withstand the immense pressure, and the sea of ​​clouds in the present world was forced to create a huge vacuum hole, as if the sky had been pierced.

Juexin dared not be presumptuous, and the holy monk behind him raised his staff and lifted it upwards.

"Thump!!!"

Juexin's golden body cracked, blood seeping from his seven orifices, while Chai Wu's armor was shattered on one side, and he was panting heavily, almost exhausted.

Just as the two were about to fight for their last breath.

A delicate hand rested on Chai Wu's broad shoulder.

Chai Wu was startled and turned around abruptly.

"Junior...sister?"

Shu Yan was dressed in white, her hair perfectly styled.

The redness in his eyes faded, restoring his usual cool and clear gaze, now possessing a deeper, more profound sense of completeness.

Her cultivation level was still at the early stage of Foundation Establishment, but her demeanor was like a divine sword returning to its sheath.

"Take a break."

Shu Yan glanced at the disheveled Juexin opposite her and curtsied.

"Thank you, Master."

Juexin looked completely bewildered: "Thank...why should I thank this humble monk?"

After fighting to the death, you still expect thanks?

Shu Yan gently touched her forehead, as if a golden hoop-like phantom had entered her divine court:

"Without the master's 'Tightening Spell' to give me a wake-up call, I don't know how many years of painstaking effort it would have taken to subdue this ferocious ape in my heart."

"Now that the golden headband is in my brain, restraining my restless mind, I can say that I have used the master's help to make up for the last shortcoming in my Dao foundation."

Juexin was stunned.

So, this humble monk risked his life only to be used as a whetstone?

Before he could figure out the key point...

The water rippled beneath Shu Yan's feet.

"Water, come!"

The great river surged forth, its surface calm.

At the bottom of the water, the arrogant white ape, wearing a golden headband, sat cross-legged atop a sea-stabilizing iron pillar, looking solemn and dignified.

"Since the master wants to enlighten people, he might as well look at himself first."

Juexin bowed his head.

The image flows in the water mirror.

It was no longer the exorcism and righteousness he had imagined.

He saw the little demon kneeling and begging for mercy. Behind its trembling back was despair in the face of unknown terror, not remorse.

I saw myself leaving back then, my back view carefree, yet filled with arrogance.

Finally, the image freezes.

The monk wielding the vajra, his face contorted in a ferocious grimace, shouting "I will not go to hell!"

His face was contorted, and his eyes were filled with malice.

Compared to the compassionate image of the Bodhisattva behind him, how... ugly it is?

"This...is it me?"

Jue Xin felt as if struck by lightning, and his knees buckled.

What is Buddha? What is Mara?

Being obsessed with eliminating evil, even to the point of becoming angry because of it, is that not also a form of demonic possession?

Once the illusion is broken, the strange phenomena vanish instantly.

Juexin trembled and clasped his hands together, his face deathly pale, yet he radiated an unprecedented clarity:

"Amitabha... This humble monk was attached to appearances."

"Thank you for your guidance."

opposite.

The four characters simultaneously appeared in the minds of Chai Wu and Shu Yan.

[Bring them under our control!]

next moment.

Shu Yan's body went limp, she cried out "Ouch!", her face turned deathly pale at just the right moment, and she clutched her forehead as if about to collapse.

Chai Wu immediately helped her up, then turned and glared angrily at Juexin, cursing loudly:

"You bald monk! You think you can just brush this off with a single sentence about appearances?"

"Look what they did to my junior sister! Her soul is shattered! Who's going to compensate for these aftereffects?!"

"And another thing! You've shattered several of the mountain's ley lines, and you've even blasted through the void! How are you going to pay for this?!"

"Can't afford to pay? Then use your body as collateral!"

Juexin: "..."

He glanced at the swaying female benefactor, then at the devastated Taixu.

Guilt almost overwhelmed him.

He lowered his proud head, his voice barely audible:

"This humble monk... possesses nothing of value but this strength..."

"If you do not mind, I am willing to do some hard labor as you see fit to atone for my sins."

When the Iron-Maned Demon King awoke from his coma, he was somewhat bewildered to see the Buddha, whose face was filled with remorse.

"Huh? What did I miss, Old Pig?"

......

Rental housing.

"Hey! It's done!"

Qingyuan was overjoyed.

"As expected of my student, he's truly mastered the art of deception!"

Juexin, that child.

I can!

Not only did he help Shu Yan solidify her foundation, but he also ended up losing himself in the process.

"You should know that the most crucial aspect of the Foundation Establishment stage is repairing the internal environment."

"Previously, Shu Yan was restless and her foundation was well laid, but she lacked a main character, so the whole thing could collapse at any time."

"Now that the golden headband is on, the restless mind has returned to its proper place, and the foundation of my cultivation is stable!"

He was having a good time.

"Beep beep beep!!!"

A piercing alarm suddenly blared in my headphones.

[WARNING: Invasion detected by a powerful enemy!]

[The visitor's cultivation level: Late Foundation Establishment/Peak (suspected to be carrying a high-level spiritual artifact)]

[Identity of the visitor: Elder of the Imperial Sword Sect (Wen Zhibai/Yu Zhang)]

Qingyuan raised an eyebrow, flicked the mouse in his hand, and brought his view back to the headquarters.

Due to the special nature of Guanhua Gate in shielding celestial secrets.

At the edge of the map, a bright golden line slowly rolled in, following the contours of the mountains.

"Wow."

"Wen Zhibai? Elder Yuzhang?"

"You're trying to raid my base when my main player is away and the base is vulnerable?"

"You know how to pick your timing, old man."

Qingyuan flashed a set of white teeth, his smile chilling.

"pity."

"My home is never empty."

"Now that you're here, don't expect to leave unscathed."

"If you don't leave some toll money, do you really think my Guanhua Gate is your backyard?"

A quick glance at the incense offering count: [1145]

The cursor hovers over a grayed-out icon.

【Tianyi】

"Dare to cause trouble? I'll chop you down!"