My words have become law; I truly have no desire to display my divine power before others.

Shen Zhaoyue leaned against the wall, watching this scene, her face deathly pale.

She has seen dead people.

I've seen a lot.

But I've never seen a death like this before.

More than twenty monks fell one after another, their bodies splitting apart, flesh and blood separating from their bodies.

They were human beings when they were alive, but after they died, not even their corpses remained.

The flesh and blood gathered, merged, and tumbled in mid-air.

It gradually coalesced and took shape.

First, there was a pair of legs.

They were so thick they didn't look like human legs, but like two fleshy pillars covered with bluish-black blood vessels that were still pulsating, as if something was flowing inside.

Then comes the torso.

A massive, naked, bloody torso. No skin, only exposed muscles and fascia, layer upon layer, like a skinned cow.

Then the arms.

Not two.

There are a dozen or twenty.

It grows from the sides and back of the torso, densely packed, like the Thousand-Hand Guanyin enshrined in a temple.

The arms varied in length and thickness; some were intact, some were incomplete, and some still had half a monk's robe sleeve hanging from them.

Each hand has its five fingers spread out, with the palm facing outwards.

Shen Zhaoyue leaned against the wall, her legs so weak she could barely stand.

She stared at the monster formed from the flesh and blood of more than twenty monks, her throat tightening, unable to utter a single word.

What is this?

What is this?!

In the corridor, the last monk's screams also stopped.

The flesh-and-blood Buddha statue had been fully formed.

It stood there, almost touching the ceiling of the corridor.

The body, formed from solidified flesh and blood, was two zhang tall. Its naked muscles had no skin, only a thin layer of transparent fascia covering the tangled muscle fibers underneath.

Those muscles twitched slightly in a certain rhythm, like countless hearts beating at the same time.

More than twenty arms extend from its torso.

Some grow from the shoulder blades, some emerge from between the ribs, and some sprout directly from the sides of the spine on the back.

They vary in length and thickness, some as thick as an adult's thigh, others as thin as a child's arm.

Each hand had its five fingers spread out, with the fingertips slightly bent, as if trying to grasp something.

The most bizarre thing is its head.

The head appeared disproportionately small compared to the enormous body, creating an unsettling sense of disharmony.

It has no hair, no ears, and no nose.

The bald top of his head gleamed with a dark red sheen, like congealed blood.

It has a face.

On that face was a huge mouth.

His mouth stretched from the left earlobe to the right earlobe, his lips were thick and dark purple, like the color of bruises.

His lips parted slightly, revealing layers of sharp teeth.

Not just one row, but countless rows, stretching from the mouth all the way to the depths of the throat, densely packed, like shark teeth.

It has no eyes.

The eye sockets were two deep, dark, bottomless depressions.

But what terrified Shen Zhaoyue the most was its expression.

A smile graced that face without eyes.

A compassionate smile.

She had seen that smile countless times.

In the Buddha statues in temples, in the illustrations of scriptures, and in the "compassion of Buddha" described by devout men and women.

The corners of his mouth curved slightly upwards, carrying compassion, tolerance, and a loving heart that extends to all living beings.

But this smile appeared on that face, on the face of this monster formed from the flesh and blood of more than twenty living people—

Shen Zhaoyue's back hairs stood on end.

She saw something surging within those two black hole-like eye sockets in that smile.

is blood.

Black blood.

It welled up from deep within her eyes and streamed down her cheeks.

The blood was as thick as ink, flowing over that compassionate smiling face and dripping onto its bloodied and mangled chest.

One drop, two drops, three drops...

The blood dripped onto its chest, but instead of sliding down, it seeped directly into the chest and was absorbed by the throbbing muscles.

Shen Zhaoyue's hand holding the knife was trembling.

She has seen many evil spirits.

I've seen mountain demons, wild monsters, vengeful ghosts, and vengeful spirits.

But even though those things are terrible, they always fall within the realm of "understandability".

They are like wild beasts, like ghosts, like something that can be categorized.

She couldn't categorize the thing in front of her.

It was not a wild beast, not a ghost, not anything within her comprehension.

It just stood there, laughing, shedding black tears of blood.

That eeriness sent chills down her spine.

......

Ye Qingfeng stood three zhang away, staring at the blood and flesh Buddha.

He did not back down.

He had been observing from the moment the monster took shape.

Those twenty-odd arms, each with an eye in its palm, were all moving. They weren't looking at Shen Zhaoyue; they were all staring at him alone.

It's watching him.

Ye Qingfeng raised his right hand, his fingers forming a sword shape, and a golden-red light shone from the fingertips.

Samadhi Fire

He flicked his finger.

A wisp of golden-red spark drifted from his fingertip, swaying and flying towards the giant Buddha statue.

The Mars was so small that it was almost invisible in the dimly lit corridor, but the air distorted slightly wherever it passed.

A spark landed on the Buddha's chest.

"laugh--"

A soft sound.

Flames ignited!

The golden-red light instantly illuminated the entire corridor!

The tiny spark exploded on the Buddha's chest, transforming into a raging fire that covered an area of ​​about a foot in diameter!

Shen Zhaoyue's eyes lit up.

It's on fire!

But the next moment, her heart sank.

The flame burned for only three breaths.

Three breaths later, the flames began to shrink.

It's not spreading, it's not expanding, but rather being suppressed from within by something, collapsing little by little towards the center.

A layer of dark red mucus seeped from the pulsating muscles on the Buddha's chest.

The slime covered the burning flames, making a sizzling sound.

The flames grew smaller and smaller.

The golden red turned into dark red, the dark red turned into gray, and the gray turned into a wisp of smoke.

Went out.

Ye Qingfeng frowned slightly as he watched the flame completely extinguish.

The Samadhi Fire can ignite anything.

This is the skill he's been most comfortable using since he came into this world.

Anything that is evil or malevolent will ignite upon contact, and will extinguish once it has ignited.

He had never seen anything that could extinguish the Samadhi Fire.

That layer of dark red mucus...

He stared at the Buddha's chest.

Where the flames had died down, the surface of the muscle still retained a damp sheen.

The mucus is slowly seeping back under the skin, like a living thing wriggling.

"Interesting," he said in a low voice.

......