Dual Transmigration: Starting from being captured and brought to the Hehuan Sect!

A monk in a grey robe stood at the edge of the crowd, his fists clenched, his voice rising from a low murmur, anger surging from his chest:

"We've offered them incense and precious herbs for so many years, and in the end, we weren't even given a chance to escape!"

He paused for a moment, as if after saying that first sentence, the rest of his words flowed smoothly.

"No wonder people say that in times of chaos, monks close their doors to avoid disaster, while Taoist priests go down the mountain to save people."

I have knelt before the Buddha for three thousand years, yet the Buddha has never shown me any compassion.

Perhaps dust is obscuring the Buddha's eyes; it's simply because no incense money has been offered.

I have Buddha in my heart, but Buddha has no me.

Since you can't help me, what's the point of me worshipping you?

The Buddha said he would save all sentient beings, but where are those sentient beings who are to be saved?

His voice didn't immediately dissipate after it fell at the edge of the empty resettlement area; it was carried further away by the evening breeze before slowly fading away.

No one responded immediately, but the scattered gazes around them were drawing closer.

Some people stopped in their tracks, silently put down the cloth bags in their hands, and clenched their fists as they watched the Buddhist monks disappear into the distance.

As dusk fell, the area enveloped by the Buddha's light began to shrink inward. The soft golden light that had once covered the entire far west was narrowing layer by layer, as if someone were slowly rolling up a huge cloth from the edge.

The resettlement area also began to descend into chaos as the Buddha's light faded.

People started smashing doors and looting.

Some began to sneak into the palace to steal, while others no longer suppressed their nature and arbitrarily abducted female cultivators.

Unlike the scions of noble families who were filled with fear and chaos, the Buddhist evacuation was carried out in an orderly manner.

Most of the monks methodically packed their belongings, lined up, and walked through the welcoming passage to enter Xiaoxitian.

However, a few monks remained in the same place.

They didn't pack their belongings or head towards the reception passage; instead, they sat on the steps at the edge of the far west, gazing at the resettlement areas that were gradually losing the protection of the Buddha's light.

One of the young monks' eyes followed a woman who was comforting a child, whose cries sounded particularly clear in the evening air.

He spoke softly to the older monk sitting beside him:

"Are we really not taking them with us?"

The older monk didn't look at him, and remained silent for a long while before speaking:

"They can't take it. The passage won't be open for them."

A failure to explain clearly will only create more panic.

The young monk listened without refutation.

He looked down at his hands resting on his knees, and after a while, he said:

"When the Ten Thousand Buddhas paid homage, not all of them came with official titles or ranks. Why were they allowed entry into the Lesser Western Paradise?"

"Alas! Everything is preordained!"

The elderly monk sighed, stood up, dusted off his robes, and turned to walk towards the passageway.

Several days later, the last spirit unit was also completely consumed.

Lin Mo opened his eyes from meditation, stretched his shoulders, and felt the feeling of his soul being filled.

Early stage of the Great Luo Golden Immortal!

"Not bad! You've made another step forward compared to before."

Now that the demon race on the four continents has been basically wiped out, there's no point in staying here any longer; it's time to move on!

Lin Mo muttered something to himself.

Turning his head to look at the Queen Mother of the West, Lin Mo spoke:

"Master, are you staying here, or coming with me to World Number One?"

The Queen Mother of the West moved lazily a couple of times:

"Of course he left with that traitor. Your son is still over there."

When she talked about her son, the lines on her face softened noticeably, as if she was wondering if the little guy was playing with Yang Liu's hair again.

"Alright, let's change our clothes and go."

"it is good."

As she spoke, the Queen Mother of the West waved her hand, and a white robe with a faint fluorescent glow appeared out of thin air, slipping off her shoulders and completely covering her proud figure and black death suit.

Lin Mo reached out and put his arm around her shoulder. With a thought, the two returned to World Number One.

After landing, Lin Mo first went to the mainframe's transfer area and handed over all the cultivation techniques, spirit stones, pills, and rare treasures he had collected during this period, so that the mainframe could distribute them to trusted core personnel.

After doing all this, Lin Mo did not activate the spatial folding device, but simply held it in his hand and then activated the invisibility spell.

He sensed that his outline had completely disappeared from the visible spectrum, and his aura had been compressed to an almost imperceptible level. Then he said to the Queen Mother of the West:

"I'll go see if those pirates can spot me."

"Okay, be careful! Go early and come back early!"

As she spoke, the Queen Mother of the West stepped forward and gently kissed the void.

With a thought, Lin Mo disappeared from World One and reappeared in the warehouse of the pirate planet.

The warehouse, which had been emptied before, is now mostly filled again, clearly showing that the pirates have not been idle during this time.

Lin Mo didn't rush to make a move. Instead, he first circled around the warehouse, maintaining his stealth, intending to see if he could be discovered.

He walked past several rows of shelves and along the aisle.

None of the pirates who were carrying supplies glanced in his direction.

He stopped and looked around for a while, confirming that his invisibility spell was indeed reliable enough, before walking down the corridor towards the more bustling area.

Soon, he saw several aliens of different appearances chatting together at the corner of a slightly wider corridor.

An individual covered in short hair with a head resembling a fish, a tree-man with dark brown skin and fine vertical lines on its surface, and a burly, tentacle-shaped creature were leaning against the wall.

They stood at a moderate distance, taking a dark red powder while chatting idly.

Lin Mo paused at that spot, and seeing that no one turned to look at him or showed any sign of alertness, he continued to move forward.

He walked over and stood beside them, but no one responded, as if the space had always been empty.

After standing there for a while, Lin Mo reached out and touched the laser gun hanging on the fish-headed man's waist.

He first adjusted the angle of the gun muzzle, and then suddenly raised it.

Sensing the movement at his waist, the fish-headed man instinctively reached for the gun at his waist.

But at that moment, Lin Mo suddenly slammed the ball down!

The gun wobbled slightly, then emitted a short firing sound. A beam of light struck the octopus-man in the chest, piercing through and leaving a small scorch mark on the wall.

Before the octopus-man could react, his body stiffened, and he collapsed to the ground, his tentacles silently spreading out, no longer moving.