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

The old monk Yongjue trembled violently.

"Yan...Ming...?"

He managed to squeeze out two indistinct syllables, his voice trembling with disbelief.

He was the most taciturn, the most mediocre, and the most inconspicuous of his 108 disciples of the "Yan" generation!

Yanming, who usually only focuses on sweeping the courtyard and whose voice is barely audible when chanting scriptures!

How could it be him?!

How could it be him?!

The Dharma form of the Northern Heavenly King Vaishravana... Such a Dharma form cannot be obtained without great opportunity, great perseverance, and great merit!

When will he complete his cultivation?

How to conceal it?

He was completely unaware!

Thousands of miles away, the monk Yanming's lips moved slightly, without making a sound, yet the sound of Buddhist chants traversed the void and clearly reached Yongjue's ears:

"Amitabha."

"master……"

"This Dharma image was obtained by my disciple from a broken brick in the Sutra Repository. I found a fragment of the Heavenly King's scroll by chance, and after three years of secret contemplation, I was able to manifest a wisp of its true meaning."

"I originally intended to protect the mountain gate and guard the area when you... truly need it."

"Just now, the tower stirred my heart."

"Disciple... has seen the future."

"I saw what you thought in your heart, I saw the souls of your fellow disciples in the temple wailing and dissipating, I saw the incense burning for a hundred years flowing backwards like a river... I also saw the boundless sins and obsessions beneath your golden statue."

"This disciple is dull-witted and cannot comprehend your great Dao, nor can he discern what the true Buddha is."

"All I know is..."

"Buddhist pagodas should suppress demons, protect life, and sever... connections that should not exist."

"Today, I, your disciple, will use this pagoda to sever your connection with Nanhua Temple."

"And it also severed your ties..."

"This Buddha body was obtained through coercion."

The words fell.

"boom--!!!"

The Buddha light that had been flickering around the old monk Yongjue collapsed and dissipated like a magnificent building whose last pillar had been removed!

The seven-colored halo hanging high behind his head shattered inch by inch.

The newly formed, majestic Buddha image behind him let out a shrill cry filled with the wails of countless twisted faces, a sound of resentment.

Then, like a weathered sand sculpture, it quickly transformed from bottom to top into a sky full of golden-black dust.

His newly restored, lustrous golden body was now covered with a dense web of dark cracks.

The old monk Yongjue staggered back a few steps, barely managing to stand firm. With his divine eye, he once again saw the young figure calmly bowing in Nanhua Temple.

He felt a wave of sorrow.

A century of scheming led to the murder of his brother and the usurpation of the throne.

They raised their disciples like livestock, treating them as mere pawns.

In the end, he thought he had everything under control, but he never truly saw through even his most "dull" disciple.

He thought he was raising pigs, unaware that a pig had been lying in the pigsty all along...

A lion that pretends to be weak to prey on others.

"Ha...hahahaha..."

The old monk Yongjue suddenly chuckled softly.

As he laughed, two streams of bloody tears, mixed with black blood and pus, rolled down from his only remaining eye.

"Well... well, Yanming..."

"What a magnificent figure... Vaishravana, the Heavenly King..."

"I...truly...underestimated you..."

The old monk Yongjue's voice grew softer and softer until it was almost inaudible.

He was not reconciled.

The desire to attain Buddhahood and continue the glory of Nanhua Temple had become his inner demon, etched into his bones and branded into his soul.

"Heh...heh..."

A hissing sound like a broken bellows rolled from his throat, and in his remaining eye, a frenzied obsession spread like wildfire, completely burning away the last trace of clarity and fear.

Buddha! Buddha! Buddha!

He wants to become a Buddha!

Even if... it's just for a moment!

"Buzz—!"

A wisp of dark golden, viscous, paste-like spiritual fire suddenly burst forth from his nearly decaying heart!

That was no ordinary flame; it was the primordial heart fire formed from his lifelong Buddhist power, cultivation, and insane obsession!

Burn!

Burn my broken body! Burn my old memories! Burn the entanglements of cause and effect in this life!

Burn!

Ignite my present moment! Ignite my pain! Ignite the shattering of my golden body and the withering of my Buddha-light!

Burn!

Ignite my future! Ignite my next life! Ignite the last bit of worldly ties on my path of reincarnation!

I do not seek wealth or honor in the next life, nor do I wish to be reborn and start anew.

I only ask for—

With this body, this soul, and all of this, as fuel, in this instant of burning...

Condensing a single, real, and authentic golden body of the Buddha!

"Whoosh whoosh whoosh—!"

As the spiritual fire surged, it instantly engulfed Yongjue's remaining body.

The scattered golden-black dust, drawn by the heart fire, actually began to slowly roll back and converge towards the center of the flame, showing faint signs of reforming!

In the distance, Ji Zuodao blinked.

It moved! It moved!

The DNA of heretical practitioners has been activated.

If he didn't secretly sabotage this golden opportunity...

Wouldn't that be letting down the three masters' earnest teachings and betraying my own authentic, ancestral, and unethical craftsmanship?

"go."

His lips didn't move, but his fingertips flicked out silently.

A drop of dark red, viscous blood, with the faint image of a sea of ​​blood floating within it, like a venomous snake possessing a spirit, silently pierced through the chaotic light and scorching air, precisely...

It dripped into the wisp of flickering, golden-black spiritual fire in the heart of the old monk Yongjue.

"laugh--!"

A very faint sound.

That wisp of spiritual fire, which should have been burning itself out and living towards death, suddenly changed color!

The golden black fades, and a deep blue suddenly emerges!

The flames twisted and elongated, no longer peaceful and warm, but instead exuding a chilling, eerie, and terrifying aura that seemed capable of freezing the soul!

Where is the sacred flame before the Buddha?

It's clearly the deepest depths of the netherworld, a place specifically for burning sinful souls and refining demons...

The fire of punishment!

"Uh... ah?!"

The old monk Yongjue trembled violently. He turned his neck slowly and laboriously, his eyes widening as he stared intently at Ji Zuodao, who looked "shy and obedient" in the distance.

His eyes were full of disbelief.

Ji Zuodao met his gaze, his smile becoming even more shy and sincere.

She even had a slight blush, as if she felt embarrassed after helping others.

He rubbed his hands together and explained in a sincere, low voice:

"Master, I'm so sorry."

"Your golden Buddha statue is so alluring."

"This junior couldn't help it..."

"I just wanted to see if adding a little 'ingredient' could produce a few relics for you."

"Take it and string it together."

The old monk Yongjue opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something, to curse, to roar.

But all that came out of his throat was thick, sticky black smoke that hissed as it burned in the eerie blue flames.

He glanced at Ji Zuodao one last time, his expression indescribably complex.

There was hatred, anger, shock, and fear.

original.

He schemed his whole life, plundered his entire existence, regarded his disciples and followers as pigs and dogs, and all living beings as provisions.

finally.

But he also fell into the hands of another... even more unruly and shameless little beast.

"Heh...ha..."

He twitched the corners of his mouth as if to laugh, but only let the fire of punishment rush into his seven orifices, burning even more fiercely.

next moment.

The flames of punishment surged forth, engulfing his tattered golden body, distorted Dharma form, and his lingering obsession and screams...

Completely swallowed up.

Only a few relics remained, gently rolling and emitting a faint lingering sandalwood fragrance.

Dog Master leaned closer, sniffed, and turned to look at Ji Zuodao, his eyes filled with awe and admiration.

"Kid, not bad! Murder, arson, childlessness—you've really nailed the whole process!"

"If I had your skill back in the day, would I be in this mess now?"

Ji Zuodao waved his hand modestly, but his gaze remained fixed on the few relics. He rubbed his hands together and chuckled.

"Basic procedures, don't overdo it."

"Sigh, it's just a bit too little. It would be great if we could string together eighteen strings."