My cultivation disguise has been exposed by Xiao Sizi.

Who knew?

When Blood Slaughter Ancestor heard that he was going to be given a different job, his expression changed instantly!

"No! Absolutely not!"

The old demon was so anxious he jumped up and down, and refused loudly without hesitation.

"Your Highness! I feel that this job as a leading actor is very suitable for me!"

"I love the stage, I love performing, and I can't live without my fans who support me!"

The old demon pointed to the female fans outside the door who were still screaming wildly and sighed heavily.

But he forced a smug smile to his face.

"Hey! Your Highness, please make way. My fans are calling for me from outside again."

"It's too popular...it's actually quite annoying."

Looking at the old demon's smug expression that says, "It's annoying, but I'm enjoying it," I felt a surge of anger.

Li Chen was utterly speechless.

"You're so annoying, yet you're laughing so happily?"

Li Chen couldn't help but swear.

"Get out! Get out of here and stop making a scene! Don't disgust me!"

Old Demon felt like he had been granted a pardon. He quickly put on his sunglasses, fixed his hair, opened the door, and went out.

Instantly, another wave of ear-piercing screams erupted outside.

Looking at the ancient demon outside the door, who seemed to be in his element.

Li Chen shook his head and sighed helplessly.

"The entertainment industry in the Tang Dynasty is truly a melting pot."

"Even this veteran killer, who has been around for thousands of years, has been corrupted to the point that he no longer cares about the dignity of a Demon Lord."

However, Li Chen was happy to see it happen.

As long as this old man behaves himself and remains a top star, without going out to kill or commit arson, the Tang Dynasty will have another super money tree.

Just as the Tang Dynasty was enjoying a period of joy and peace due to the booming film industry.

The westernmost part of the Tang Dynasty's territory.

Outside the Jade Gate Pass, where the vast starry sky meets the earth.

Under the blazing sun, a fierce wind whipped up a sky full of yellow sand.

The once calm void barrier suddenly rippled with golden waves that were barely perceptible to the naked eye.

"Buzz—"

A pure, gentle light, devoid of any impurities, flashed by in the sandstorm.

Immediately afterwards, the Buddhist light quickly receded, suppressing all its energy within its body.

The sandstorm has subsided.

A young monk wearing a tattered gray robe and a broken bamboo hat.

With hands clasped together, he stood quietly on the land of the Tang Dynasty.

He had delicate features and compassionate eyes, looking like an ordinary ascetic monk.

But in fact.

He is the Bodhisattva of Descending Karma, who, under the decree of the Three Buddhas of the Western Little Thunder Temple, forcibly sealed his Nascent Soul stage cultivation and sacrificed his own essence to infiltrate the Tang Dynasty!

"Amitabha."

The Bodhisattva of Subduing Karma looked up at the eastern sky, a deep solemnity flashing in his eyes.

"Since the Buddha's eyes were cut off, the Buddha calculated the fortune of the Tang Dynasty and found that the human race here was flourishing and was faintly overshadowing Buddhism."

"This time, I, a humble monk, have come to Tang China to see through the true nature of this heretical dynasty."

"Find the flaws that cause widespread suffering and rampant evil, and guide the suffering beings of this land back to the embrace of Buddha."

In the understanding of the Bodhisattva of Subduing Karma.

A mortal kingdom that dares to openly defy gods and Buddhas is bound to be a purgatory controlled by evil demons.

The people there must be living in dire straits, starving and full of complaints.

As long as he can find these sufferings.

They could then use the supreme Buddhist teachings to undermine the morale of the Tang Dynasty from within!

The Bodhisattva of Descending Karma lowered his bamboo hat, held a broken wooden staff in his hand, and began to walk.

Braving the swirling sandstorm, they walked step by step toward Chang'an, the heart of the Tang Dynasty.

a few days later.

The weary Bodhisattva finally stood outside the towering city gate of Chang'an.

however.

The moment he truly stepped into this city, known as the number one megacity in the starry sky.

This is a Bodhisattva in the Nascent Soul stage who has seen much.

He was completely stunned.

There were no starving people who were barely clothed.

There were no homeless people begging on the streets.

There was no tragic scene of being exploited by corrupt officials.

On the wide and flat Zhuque Avenue, the traffic is heavy and the prosperity is dazzling!

The shops along the street were piled high with high-yield spirit rice and all sorts of rare spirit fruits that ordinary people could never finish eating.

"Iced watermelon! Ten for one low-grade spirit stone! Money back guarantee if it's not sweet!"

An old farmer selling melons was calling out his wares with a strong voice.

The Bodhisattva was shocked to discover that this mere old man selling melons actually possessed the cultivation level of the third stage of Qi Refining!

In a teahouse by the roadside.

Several idlers were gathered together, drinking fine tea and engaging in lively conversation.

"Have you heard? Last night at the Grand Theater, the villainous Blood Butcher's performance was absolutely brilliant! Absolutely amazing!"

"Absolutely! My husband bought ten tickets yesterday, insisting on going to support Lord Blood Butcher. Life in our Great Tang Dynasty is so good, even gods wouldn't trade it for this!"

Laughter and cheers filled the air.

Every citizen of the Tang Dynasty radiated genuine confidence and satisfaction.

It's an ultimate sense of happiness that doesn't require hoping for an afterlife, but rather seizing the day.

"This...how is this possible?"

The Bodhisattva of Subduing Karma stood on the bustling street, his staff almost falling to the ground.

Buddhist scriptures say that all life is suffering: birth, old age, sickness, death, being with those you hate, and being separated from those you love.

"Only by taking refuge in the Buddha can one escape the sea of ​​suffering."

The Bodhisattva looked at the people eating meat buns and watching the live stream on their spirit crystal phones, his eyes filled with incomprehensible confusion.

"But……"

"They don't suffer at all!"

"If all living beings did not suffer, then who would all these gods and Buddhas be meant to save?"

At this moment, even the Bodhisattva's unwavering Buddha-heart showed a tiny crack.

He wandered aimlessly through the streets, trying to find even the slightest hint of darkness to prove the correctness of Buddhism.

Before we knew it.

He was swept along by the crowd and arrived at the entrance of the second largest theater in Chang'an.

Outside the theater, on a huge array of light screens.

The trailer for a newly released movie is playing on a loop.

The movie is called "Fahai".

"A high-ranking Buddhist monk who vanquishes demons and monsters?"

When the Bodhisattva saw the monk in the picture wearing a kasaya and holding a purple-gold alms bowl, a slight thought stirred in his heart.

"This Tang Dynasty actually has operas that promote the majesty of Buddhism?"

In search of the answer.

The Bodhisattva of Descending Karma took out a piece of silver he had obtained through alms-begging and bought the cheapest standing ticket in the back row.

I followed the crowded people into the dimly lit screening room.

Half an hour later.

"boom!"

When the movie shows Fahai fighting for the so-called "humans and demons are different" cause.

When the kind-hearted Bai Suzhen was forcibly imprisoned under Leifeng Pagoda, the once happy family of three was torn apart.

The audience in the entire screening room was completely enraged.

"Kill this bald monk!"

"That couple was living a perfectly good life, why did he have to jump out and exorcise some kind of demon! He's just meddling in other people's business!"

"This kind of hypocritical monk, who only cares about accumulating merit and doesn't understand human relationships, deserves to go to the eighteenth level of hell!"

The air was filled with a tidal wave of curses that engulfed the entire theater.

The Bodhisattva of Subduing Karma sits in the back corner.

His face was as pale as paper.

He looked at Fahai on the screen, who kept calling himself "Great Mighty Heavenly Dragon" and claimed to be acting on behalf of Heaven.

He listened to the heartfelt curses and spittle from the people around him.

He felt as if his soul had been struck by an unprecedentedly heavy hammer!

"Could it be... that we insist on salvation?"

The Bodhisattva's lips trembled violently, and his Buddhist heart wavered wildly at that moment.

"Is it really just a kind of haughty hypocrisy and obsession in the eyes of the world?"

The movie ended.

The Bodhisattva of Subduing Karma walked out of the theater like a walking corpse, utterly dejected.

He stood at the bustling crossroads, looking at the myriad lights of the city.

He let out a deep sigh.

"Master, it seems that the mundane world of the Tang Dynasty is quite perplexing to you."

Just then.

A clear, warm, and mellow voice, brimming with boundless righteousness.

It rang out without warning beside the Bodhisattva.

The Bodhisattva of Subduing Karma was suddenly startled, and the hairs on his body stood on end!

He was a Nascent Soul stage expert who had transformed into a mortal!

Even cultivators of the same level could never get close to him silently!

The Bodhisattva suddenly turned his head.

All that could be seen was the shadows at the street corner.

A refined middle-aged man dressed in a coarse blue long gown and holding a folding fan.

He was standing there quietly.

Her gaze seemed to pierce through the stars of eternity, as she looked at him with a half-smile.

This person was none other than Ning Xiu, the founder of Confucianism and Taoism in the Tang Dynasty!

"Who are you?"

The Bodhisattva subconsciously gripped his staff, and the sealed Nascent Soul stage Buddhist power within his body showed a faint tendency to break free and unleash a violent force.

Ning Xiu showed no fear whatsoever.

Instead, with a "whoosh," the folding fan unfolded and gently swayed.

He looked at the Bodhisattva, who seemed to be facing a formidable enemy, and a knowing smile appeared on his lips.

Who I am is not important.

Ning Xiu pointed to the theater behind him where the show had just ended, his eyes becoming incredibly sharp.

"The important thing is that the Bodhisattva came from afar."

"After watching this play from my Great Tang Dynasty, can your Buddhist heart still remain steadfast?"