My cultivation disguise has been exposed by Xiao Sizi.

In the darkness, the hoarse and trembling voice of the Arhat Subduing Tiger came from the bed beside him.

Clearly, he had just woken up from some kind of abyss-like nightmare.

The Arhat Subduing Dragon was panting heavily, taking in the faint moonlight filtering in from the window.

He turned his head and looked at the spacious room.

In the corner of the room, there was a pile of gifts that the enthusiastic fans had given him during the day.

There are priceless ancient Ganoderma lucidum, exquisite flying swords radiating precious light, and countless letters filled with words of worship written on pink stationery.

On the table were even several embroidered inner armors sewn by the female cultivators of the Tang Dynasty.

During the day, they are surrounded, cheered, and worshipped by thousands of people.

That kind of fervent emotion, untainted by any demands and purely based on love, intoxicated them, making them feel like they were floating on air.

They even felt that being an actor in the Tang Dynasty was a hundred times more prestigious than being an Arhat in the Little Thunder Temple.

But now.

As night deepens and all is quiet, the hustle and bustle fades away.

The Buddhist precepts and rules, temporarily concealed by the hustle and bustle of the world, were like a venomous snake lurking in the shadows, biting them hard!

"Junior brother, what have we been doing...?"

The Arhat Subduing Dragon covered his bald head in anguish, his voice filled with endless regret and fear.

"We not only filmed those outrageous and absurd scenes that slandered the high-ranking officials of the Buddhist Kingdom!"

"We're still... still indulging in the vanity and adoration of ordinary people!"

The Arhat who subdued the tiger was also ashen-faced, his hands gripping the edge of the bed tightly, his knuckles turning white.

Greed, anger, and ignorance are the greatest taboos in Buddhism.

"We not only broke the precept against anger by beating those two demons, but now we have also broken the precepts against greed and ignorance by being attached to the illusory fame and fortune of this mortal world."

"It's over, our Dao hearts... are completely destroyed!"

Two powerful Nascent Soul stage cultivators who once dominated the galaxy.

At this moment, they are like death row inmates who have done something wrong and are awaiting trial.

They clearly felt that the once indestructible Arhat Buddha heart within them was frantically shaking and shattering.

A deep sense of guilt almost consumed their souls.

Just as the two were trapped in the endless torment of self-doubt.

"Squeak—"

Without warning, the heavy, soundproof wooden door of the suite was slowly pushed open from the outside.

A faint yet supremely pure golden Buddhist light flowed in through the crack in the door.

It instantly dispelled most of the darkness in the room.

Jianglong and Fuhu shuddered, raising their heads abruptly like startled birds.

Although their cultivation was sealed by the Tang Dynasty's formation, their Arhat instincts remained.

This Buddha light is definitely not something that Tang Dynasty cultivators could possess!

Could it be a Vajra guardian sent by the Buddhist kingdom to cleanse its ranks?!

however.

When they saw what the newcomer looked like, the two Arhats' eyes nearly popped out of their sockets.

There was no three-headed, six-armed, wrathful Vajra standing at the door.

Instead, it was a middle-aged man wearing pink servant's clothes, a gray cloth headscarf, and holding a broken bamboo broom.

But behind this comical pink servant's head.

Yet, suspended above it was a gentle, sacred halo of Mahayana Bodhisattva light, radiating boundless compassion!

The Arhat Subduing Dragon cried out in surprise and rolled off the bed.

They never dreamed that the great bodhisattva in the Nascent Soul stage, who was entrusted with high hopes by the Buddha and came across realms to spy on intelligence, would appear at this moment wearing a ridiculous pink janitor uniform!

After a brief moment of deathly silence and astonishment, the extreme shame and fear within the two of them, caused by their own depravity, seemed to find an outlet, instantly twisting into an extremely fierce rage.

"Jiangye! You traitor to Buddhism!"

The Arhat Subduing Dragon suddenly sprang up from the ground, his eyes bloodshot, and pointed at Jiang Ye's nose, cursing him loudly.

"My fellow disciples and I were forced to perform on stage because our cultivation was sealed by the sorcerers of the Tang Dynasty! But what about you?!"

"You, a great Bodhisattva, have actually betrayed the Buddhist kingdom and willingly endured such humiliation in the Tang Dynasty, becoming a lowly sweeper!"

The Arhat Subduing Tiger also gritted his teeth, roaring and accusing with a face full of grief and indignation.

"What a waste that the Buddha placed such high hopes on you! You wear such gaudy pink clothes and do such lowly chores, without even putting up a fight!"

"Have you completely disgraced our Buddhist kingdom and disgraced the Bodhisattvas?!"

"Traitor! You are the true disgrace to Buddhism!"

The two men were spitting as they hurled insults at each other, using their anger to mask their inner weakness and breakdown.

Seeing his two junior brothers flying into a rage, the Bodhisattva of Subduing Karma showed no anger on his bronze face.

He simply watched them quietly, his deep eyes revealing a gentle compassion that seemed to see through everything.

The Bodhisattva of Subduing Karma placed the bamboo broom in his hand by the door, his voice as gentle as water.

"Have you finished speaking? Since you're in this cramped room, do you think I'm deeply sinful and suffering?"

"Then come with me for a walk, and see the night of this Tang Dynasty. Perhaps it can resolve the confusion in your hearts."

Jianglong and Fuhu looked at each other in bewilderment.

They dared not disobey the command of a Bodhisattva, and could only tremble with fear as they changed into ordinary coarse cloth clothes.

Following this strangely styled "sweeping bodhisattva," we walked out of the back door of the grand theater.

Midnight.

In an ordinary mortal kingdom, there would already be a curfew, doors locked, and utter silence by now.

But this is Chang'an, the capital of the Tang Dynasty.

It's a city that never sleeps!

The luminous arrays on both sides of Suzaku Avenue emitted a soft glow, illuminating the street as if it were daytime.

Along the street, the cries of various food vendors rose and fell.

The aroma of cumin from the roasted meat, the sweet fragrance of osmanthus cake, and the mellow aroma of Lingguo wine intertwine to create a rich and irresistible flavor of everyday life.

The Bodhisattva of Descending Karma walked leisurely through the bustling crowd with his hands behind his back.

Jianglong and Fuhu followed behind with their heads down, looking somewhat uneasy.

"Look around."

The Bodhisattva of Descending Karma suddenly stopped and pointed to a snack stall not far away.

There, a young couple was busy at work.

The husband, sweating profusely, flipped the meat skewers, while his wife smiled and wiped his sweat. Their eyes were filled with undisguised affection.

"Dragon Subduer, what did you see?" Bodhisattva Jiangye asked softly.

Following the gaze, the Arhat Subduing Dragon frowned slightly and instinctively replied using Buddhist teachings:

"I saw depravity, mortals indulging in the desires of the palate and trapped in the web of love."

"Behind this fleeting joy lies the endless suffering brought about by birth, aging, sickness, and death; this is the sea of ​​suffering."

"sea of ​​bitterness?"

The Bodhisattva of Subduing Karma smiled slightly, his laughter tinged with self-mockery.

He turned his head and looked at his two junior brothers, whose faces were serious.

"We Buddhists often say that all sentient beings suffer, and we need to guide them to the Pure Land of Ultimate Bliss."

"In our pure land, there is no hunger, no lust, no sorrow."

"All sentient beings need only sit upright on the lotus platform each day, listen to the sutras and chant the Buddha's name, and they will be free from illness and disaster, and enjoy eternal bliss."

"But, junior brothers, have you ever thought about this?"

The Bodhisattva of Descending Karma pointed at the smiling mortal couple, his voice gradually becoming deep and resonant.

"If we deprive them of their desire for delicious food, deprive them of their right to love, and deprive them of the sweat they shed for a living."

"If we turn them into emotionless clay and wooden sculptures, devoid of joy or sorrow."

"Is that kind of bliss... truly enlightening them, or destroying their very essence?"

boom!

These few words, which sounded like outrageous questions, struck Jianglong and Fuhu's minds like a gust of wind!

"Senior brother! Be careful what you say!"

The Arhat who subdued the tiger was so frightened that his face changed drastically, and he quickly looked around.

"This is heresy that contradicts the teachings of Mahayana Buddhism! If the Buddha were to hear this, you would be condemned to the Avici Hell!"

"Hell? I've already been to hell once."

The Bodhisattva of Subduing Karma shook his head, his eyes full of magnanimity.

"I swept the streets of the Great Tang for half a month. I saw that the people here had cheap elixirs when they were sick and high-yield spiritual food when they were hungry."

"They don't need to place their hopes on some vague afterlife; they create true bliss in this very world with their own hands."

The Bodhisattva of Subduing Karma approached the two Arhats step by step, his gaze sharp as a sword.

"These past two days, you have been worshipped and loved by the people of the Tang Dynasty."

"Ask yourselves honestly, when those mortals cheer for you from the bottom of their hearts, do you feel the fear of falling into depravity, or an unprecedented, pure warmth?"

This question strikes right at the heart of the matter.

This left Jianglong and Fuhu completely speechless.

Is it warm?

Of course it's warm!

That kind of pure love that is given without reservation, without needing divine punishment or promises of blessings in the next life, simply because they played the role of a hero.

It is ten thousand times hotter than the cold incense and vows in the merit pool of Xiaoleiyin Temple!

Their defenses began to crumble completely.

Their unwavering belief that "Buddhist paradise is justice" appears so pale and powerless in the face of the bustling world.