A heretical cultivator in Bureau 749, I'm the fiercest at pulling out tendons and skinning peop

Dog Master spoke slowly, his voice filled with undisguised sarcasm:

"Sigh, every time I hear about the petty nonsense of you bunch of old bald monks from the Buddhist order, I feel like I'm a lot more human than you guys under this dog skin."

"Everyone says I'm a beast—"

"But when it comes to the profession of 'beast,' some of you are truly beasts who reach their peak right from the start. The beast's mother opens the door for the beast—the beast has arrived home."

"If you ask me, you lot, the good monks are truly saints descended to earth, compassionate towards all living beings; but those bad bald monks..."

Dog Master paused, his dog eyes flashing with mockery.

"They're worse than animals. But in this world, saints are rare, while beasts... are everywhere, all wearing a mask of compassion, chanting sutras for salvation, and doing the business of skinning and marrow-slaughtering."

"Click, click."

The crisp sound of cracking sunflower seeds stood out starkly against the roaring lava and Dog-Grandpa's mocking voice.

Suddenly, Ji Zuodao had already trotted over to Deputy Director Liu's side.

Holding a handful of sunflower seeds that he had somehow produced, he was happily munching on them.

The sunflower seed shells were casually spat on the ground and instantly burned into a wisp of smoke by the high temperature.

As he kowtowed, he nudged Deputy Director Liu, who was watching the show with his arms crossed, with his elbow and handed him a handful.

He grabbed another handful, popped one into his mouth, and mumbled indistinctly at Dogman, his tone full of enthusiasm, like someone listening to a storyteller telling a new tale:

"Dog Lord! Tell us! Tell us in detail! Let us have some fun and broaden our horizons!"

"Besides raising living people like piglets to cultivate supernatural powers, what other heinous and despicable things has this old bald monk done? Tell me so I, this Taoist priest, can have some appetizers!"

"well--"

Dog deliberately dragged out his words, sighed, and his dog face was full of "difficulty in making a choice".

"There are too many beastly things going on, too many happening one after another, so filthy that even I, your humble servant, don't know where to begin..."

The dog's eyes glanced down at Yongjue, whose face was already turning blue, and its mouth snarled:

"It's about how, by sheer chance, he obtained an ancient, evil Buddhist secret technique that was designed to harm others for personal gain, and then without hesitation, he used it on his exceptionally talented fellow disciples..."

"Silently, one by one, they forged an unobstructed path of cultivation beneath his feet..."

"Or is it now, that old beast is starting to plot again..."

"How did those 108 'Yan' generation disciples, who raised him with their own hands, revered him like gods, and called him 'Master'..."

"Let's find an auspicious day, set up a grand formation, and combine it all with the incense offerings and spiritual energy of that ancient temple to help him..."

Doggy paused deliberately, savoring Yongjue's distorted expression that he could no longer maintain, before slowly uttering the last three words:

"Become a Buddha."

"Enough!!!"

The old monk Yongjue suddenly looked up, his carefully maintained facade of calm shattering completely.

It let out a roar like a wounded beast, a mixture of boundless rage and a hint of panic!

His eyes were bloodshot as he stared intently at Dog Master and Ji Zuodao. His monk's robes fluttered without wind, and his Buddhist power surged violently, disrupting the surrounding heat waves.

"What do you know?! You bunch of barbarians who only know how to kill and plunder! Demons! What do you know about the Great Dao! What do you know about inheritance?!"

His voice was hoarse, yet it carried an almost obsessive fervor:

"All of this... is for Nanhua Temple! For the preservation of the Buddhist lineage! For the restoration of Nanhua Temple's former glory, where the light of Buddha shone everywhere!"

"In extraordinary times, extraordinary measures must be taken! Nanhua Temple needs a true, living Buddha to preside over it! To protect it! To awe all directions!"

"This is a necessary sacrifice! It is giving up the self for the greater good! It is... it is compassion!"

He roared, as if trying to force this twisted ideology into everyone's hearts, to convince others, and to convince himself.

"Without the Buddha, what is Nanhua Temple? Without power, what is compassion?! Tell me! Tell me!!"

Faced with Yongjue's insane defense, Ji Zuodao simply cracked open another melon seed with a "crack," chewing it with relish, as if watching an absurd farce.

"Hey! You old bald monk, getting impatient?"

The dog was delighted, its tail swishing loudly, and it grinned, revealing two rows of gleaming white canines.

"I, your humble servant, have a keen nose and can smell the filth in that bald monk's heart. Your rotten heart and wicked schemes may fool Buddha and your foolish disciples, but surely they can't fool me, your humble servant?"

It stood upright, its two front paws clasped in front of its chest in a rather smug way, its face full of an arrogant "I've seen it all" expression.

"Buddha? Bah! Someone like you, even if you became a Buddha, it would be a Buddha with dung on his head—a stinking mess!"

The old monk Yongjue was so enraged by its repeated provocations that he was furious and his seven orifices were filled with smoke. The dignity he had barely maintained as a high monk had long since vanished.

"You beast! How dare you insult me!"

He roared and, disregarding everything else, swiftly formed a hand seal with his withered hands in front of his chest!

"Supernatural Power! Little Thunderclap Temple!"

The boundless Buddha light suddenly erupted, but it was not a warm and peaceful golden light; instead, it was a strange and discordant light mixed with dark red and dim yellow!

Within the light, a majestic, ancient, and solemn temple phantom appeared, rapidly solidifying from the illusory!

Glazed tiles, vermilion walls, bell tower and drum tower on both sides, the grand hall is magnificent.

Countless illusory figures of Arhats, Bodhisattvas, and Vajras, some sitting, some standing, some glaring, some with lowered brows, accompanied by faint chanting and the gentle fragrance of sandalwood incense…

What a magnificent Buddhist holy site, a scenic wonder of the Western Paradise!

"May the Buddha, in his compassion, manifest himself in the world!"

The old monk Yongjue stood before the illusory image of the temple, his body bathed in an eerie Buddhist light, his voice booming, seemingly carrying supreme majesty:

"This is the Pure Land of Buddhism—Little Thunderclap Temple! You demon, why don't you bow down!"

"Little Leiyin Temple?"

Deputy Director Liu crossed his arms, tilted his head to examine the magnificent phantom of the temple, and then glanced at the dark red lava flowing beneath the temple, almost reaching the base of the walls. Instead of showing any fear, he chuckled.

He nudged Ji Zuodao, who was eating sunflower seeds and watching the show, with his elbow, and gestured with his lip. His voice wasn't loud, but it was loud enough for the other side to hear clearly:

"Little Ji, do you know what it means to have a shiny donkey dung ball on the surface, or a toad wearing brocade clothes?"

"What? Uncle Liu?" Ji Zuodao cooperated, cracking sunflower seeds into the air.

"Look at that."

Deputy Director Liu pointed to the temple and explained it in a very serious tone, his voice full of sincerity.

"This temple looks quite impressive, resplendent in gold and radiant with Buddha's light. If you didn't know better, you'd think a real Buddha had descended to earth."

"But smell that scent carefully—"

"The sandalwood incense is tinged with blood, the Buddha's light exudes an eerie aura, and the chanting hides the wails of ghosts. This is what they call... a donkey dung ball that looks shiny on the surface, and a toad wearing brocade clothes."

Do you know what the Little Thunder Temple in Journey to the West is?

"I know, the Yellow-Eyebrowed Buddha is a fake Western Paradise, who specializes in swindling Tang Sanzang."

"That's right!"

Deputy Director Liu slapped his thigh, his voice booming like a bell, each word piercing the heart:

"The true Buddha resides in Leiyin Temple, while the false Buddha squats in Xiaoleiyin!"

"This is what they call—trying to draw a tiger but ending up with a dog, pretending to be a Buddha but ending up looking like a ghost! On the surface, they chant Amitabha, but in their hearts, they're calculating human flesh! The temple is fake, the Buddha is fake, even that little bit of Buddha's light... it's all mixed with shit!"