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

Suddenly, a ray of Buddha's light rose from the broken and charred body of the old monk Yongjue.

The Buddha's light flowed like sweet rain nourishing rotten wood, repairing and mending it at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The charred skin and flesh receded, revealing the newly formed skin underneath, faintly glowing with pale gold.

The eyeballs that were hanging outside suddenly shrank back into their sockets, and the collapsed facial bones snapped back into place.

Even the few tattered strips of cloth on his body, resembling those of a beggar, were woven together by the flowing Buddha light, transforming into a moon-white monk's robe.

"Buzz—"

The chanting arose spontaneously, and the sandalwood incense burned anew.

The "Yellow-Eyebrowed Dharma Image" that had just been smashed to pieces and filled with demonic energy reappeared behind him!

This appearance is quite different from the previous ones:

Despite being over ten zhang tall, he remained seated, his imposing appearance exuding an aura of authority.

The tattered cassock is transformed into golden threads, and the skull-shaped Buddha crown becomes a lotus flower.

The fangs transformed into a compassionate countenance, and the bloodshot eyes became the pupils of wisdom.

Convenient shovels and skull beads are transformed into vajras and mani beads!

A swastika shines brightly between the eyebrows, and a seven-colored halo appears behind the head.

What a magnificent and dignified golden Buddha statue, radiating boundless light!

"Amitabha……"

The old monk Yongjue slowly opened his eyes, his gaze as clear as an ancient well, reflecting the vast universe.

He looked down at his hands, which were completely healed and even looked more lustrous, then looked up at Deputy Director Liu, Ji Zuodao, and Dog Master, who were standing guard opposite him.

A smile, so serene it was almost eerie, curled at the corners of his lips.

"The sea of ​​suffering is boundless, but turning back is the shore. Lay down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha on the spot."

"This is absolutely true."

"Who says that the true Buddha cannot emerge from that false Western Paradise?"

The old monk Yongjue shook his head slightly, as if sighing, or perhaps mocking.

"As long as you can be ruthless, sever all ties, and burn away all attachments..."

"This golden body of the Buddha, this Bodhi fruition..."

"It's nothing more than something easily obtained."

He clasped his hands in a gesture of respect, his posture elegant and impeccable.

"This old monk must thank you all."

"If you hadn't relentlessly pressed me, driving me into a corner and forcing me into a dead end, how could I have made the painful decision to sever that last vestige of delusion and embark on this... method of rebirth?"

He paused, his tone becoming even gentler, yet sending an even deeper chill down the listener's spine:

"I am even more grateful to you all for allowing this old monk to finally understand what 'compassion' is."

"Compassion is not about condoning evil, nor is it about womanly kindness."

"Compassion is a thunderous approach, a heroic act of cutting off one's own arm."

"In my Nanhua Temple, all 108 disciples of the 'Yan' generation were raised by me personally, and I regard them as my own children."

"Well-behaved, filial, recites scriptures and worships Buddha every day, and serves by his side."

"But it was precisely this obedience that became the last and heaviest shackle on the old monk's path to enlightenment."

"I'm so reluctant to part with it... I really am."

The compassionate smile on Zen Master Yongjue's face remained unchanged, but a faint, resolute glint flashed in his eyes, as if brushing away dust.

"But just now, when this old monk submerged his remaining body into this boundless lava and cast his soul into this burning fire..."

"Suddenly it was clear."

"Having resolved to become a Buddha and attain immortality, why cling to these mere hundred or so physical bodies and hundred or so strands of soul?"

"Everything they have was given to me. Now, I take it back to help me achieve my goal. This is the cycle of cause and effect, and the perfection of my merit."

"Therefore, this old monk, separated by a thousand miles, used the incense offerings and vows of master and disciples as a bridge..."

"My one hundred and eight good disciples in Nanhua Temple..."

"Including the incense offerings, the earth's energy, and even the Buddhist nature contained in every brick and tile of that ancient temple accumulated over centuries..."

"They were all 'invited' over."

"Help this old monk to forge this pure, unhindered, and truly real..."

"The golden body of Buddha".

As soon as he finished speaking, a burst of Buddhist light shone brightly around him!

The scorching world of Flaming Mountain was completely suppressed by this boundless Buddhist light; the lava dimmed and the flames subsided.

It was as if a Buddha had truly descended upon this place.

Ji Zuodao felt a chill run down his spine and his throat go dry. He subconsciously swallowed.

"Uncle Liu... Uncle Liu..."

"We're here..."

"Did we... go too far?"

Deputy Director Liu did not answer immediately.

He simply and slowly removed the cigarette butt, now reduced to just the filter, from his mouth.

Then, he flicked his finger.

The cigarette butt traced a thin arc before falling into the still-churning lava below, hissing as it turned into wisps of smoke.

"call……"

A long, hot breath caused the Buddha's light in front of him to ripple slightly.

Deputy Director Liu twisted his thick neck, and his cervical bones cracked with a "pop" sound, like muffled thunder rolling by.

"Don't worry, it won't get out of hand."

Deputy Director Liu's knuckles cracked as he clenched his fist, sending sparks flying from his knuckles.

"Alright, those two moves just now were a good warm-up for getting up the mountain and loosening up my muscles."

"Perfect timing for me to stretch my legs and get serious."

"Let's see if this Buddha Sutra can withstand any blows."

Before he could finish speaking...

A sudden change has occurred!

In the distance, the ever-flowing, gentle Buddha light emanating from Zen Master Yongjue, whose appearance was dignified and majestic, suddenly stopped without warning!

It was as if a mighty river had suddenly crashed into an invisible dam.

Immediately afterwards, the dazzling and magnificent Buddha light, which seemed to illuminate the entire world, dimmed and faded rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye!

Like the setting sun and the sudden arrival of dusk!

"Um?"

Zen Master Yongjue frowned slightly, looking down at his smooth, jade-like hands—

Beneath that newly formed, flawless skin, faint, dark cracks were quietly spreading.

The majestic Buddha statue behind him, with its halo of light above its head, also trembled slightly in unison.

The rotation of the halo was sluggish, and the light flickered erratically.

"What happened?"

He suddenly looked up and abruptly turned south—

That's the direction where Nanhua Temple is located!

Golden light shone in the eyes of the old monk Yongjue, and his divine eye was activated to its fullest extent. The scene of Nanhua Temple, a thousand miles away, appeared in perfect detail and was fully reflected in his eyes.

Deep within the Zen temple, a young monk dressed in simple robes sat upright on a prayer mat.

Behind him, a majestic image of a Buddha appeared!

He was fully armored and looked solemn and imposing.

Holding up the pagoda, guarding the northern sky.

They are the protectors of Buddhism—

Vaisravana, the Northern Heavenly King!

The young monk had a calm expression, but there was a hint of fierce anger between his brows.

With a flick of his hand, the image of Vaishravana, the Heavenly King, moved behind him—

The exquisite pagoda in his palm spun rapidly, transforming into a stream of light that silently enveloped the entire Nanhua Temple!

Thousands of pale golden threads hang from the tower, like a net or a screen.

The very source through which the Venerable Yongjue attained Nirvana and forged his golden body was severed by this pagoda!

The young monk, sitting upright, seemed to sense something and slowly raised his eyelids.

His gaze pierced through the vast emptiness, precisely meeting the eyes of the old monk Yongjue, which possessed divine vision but were now filled with horror.

They gaze at each other from afar.

The young monk clasped his hands together and his lips moved slightly.

"Amitabha."

Then, he slowly and solemnly faced the direction where the old monk Yongjue was...

He bowed down and kowtowed three times.

I bowed and bid farewell to my "beloved teacher".

One bow, and the cause and effect are severed.

One bow is a testament to one's own enlightenment.