My cultivation disguise has been exposed by Xiao Sizi.

The Western Buddhist Kingdom, Little Thunder Temple.

The anger inside the main hall was forcibly suppressed by the Three Buddhas.

But the frustration of not being able to crush the Tang Dynasty head-on was like a thick gloom, shrouding the hearts of every Arhat and Bodhisattva.

The Buddhist patriarch is in seclusion, attempting to break through to the Immortal Realm; the army must not act rashly.

Facing the terrifying nine-clawed golden dragon of fortune from the Tang Dynasty, a forceful attack would only invite a backlash from the Heavenly Dao, resulting in mutual destruction.

Since we cannot defeat them by force, we can only outsmart them.

Now, the Buddha's eyes, as bright as stars, pierced through the void and looked towards the forbidden area behind the Little Thunderclap Temple.

That place is shrouded in black mist year-round.

There were no magnificent temples, no solemn chanting.

There was only one nine-story tower, completely black, radiating a chilling aura and endless wailing.

The Netherworld Pagoda!

This is a purgatory in the Buddhist kingdom, specifically used to suppress the most evil and resentful things in the world.

But the top floor of the tower is not a cage.

Rather, it is a poisoned blade secretly cultivated by the Buddhist kingdom, specifically designed to pierce people's hearts.

"Amitabha."

A Vajra Venerable, bathed in golden light, arrived solemnly before the pagoda, carrying a vajra pestle, as instructed by the Buddha.

He formed a hand seal with one hand, and a golden light shot into the tower gate.

"Rumble..."

The heavy, dark stone door slowly opened to both sides with a teeth-grinding scraping sound.

A dense, murky atmosphere of worldly affairs, mixed with a captivating and alluring fragrance, surged out from the crack in the door like a tidal wave.

The Vajra Venerable frowned, immediately closed his mouth and nose, and silently recited the Purification Mantra, fearing that this aura would disturb his Buddhist mind.

Inside the tower.

There was no golden lotus platform, only a strange, demonic lotus woven from pink and black.

A young monk sat upright atop the demonic lotus.

He wore a spotless, moon-white monk's robe, and around his neck hung a string of white bone prayer beads as smooth and warm as jade.

His skin was almost sickly pale, but his features were unbelievably handsome and alluring.

Especially those slightly upturned peach blossom eyes.

Even with its tightly closed eyes, it exudes a deadly allure that would drive any woman in the world to swoon like a moth to a flame.

His name is Bianji.

He is not a creature native to the Western Buddhist kingdom.

Many years ago, he was nothing more than a vengeful spirit within the territory of the Tang Dynasty, who suffered endless torment due to love and hate and died tragically.

Because deep within its soul lies an innate "evil Buddha nature" that even Buddhist teachings cannot exorcise.

He was spotted by a powerful wandering monk and brought back to Xiaoleiyin Temple.

The Buddhist Kingdom used a vast amount of rare and precious materials to reshape his body into a flawless form.

Do not teach him to be fierce and wrathful, nor to be compassionate and compassionate.

He was only allowed to cultivate a strange technique called "The Great Compassion Ode to the Seven Emotions and Six Desires" in this Netherworld Pagoda!

This technique does not sever worldly ties.

Instead, they specialize in cultivating the deepest greed, jealousy, obsession, and desire in people's hearts.

Once touched by his Buddhist power, even the most chaste and virtuous woman with a heart as still as water will instantly become a slave to desire!

"Debate the opportunity."

The Vajra Venerable stood outside the tower gate, not daring to step inside, and called out in a cold, hard voice.

"The Buddha has decreed that you must immediately go to the Mahavira Hall for an audience."

Above the demonic lotus.

Bianji slowly opened his peach blossom eyes.

Between the flickering of her eyes, it seemed as if countless illusions of the mortal world were arising and vanishing within them.

He didn't speak, but simply curled his pale pink lips into a captivatingly wicked smile.

He stood up, barefoot, stepping on the cold floor.

Step by step, they walked out of the Netherworld Pagoda.

……

Inside the Mahavira Hall.

The moment Bianji stepped across the threshold.

Many Bodhisattvas with weaker concentration couldn't help but look away.

The contradictions emanating from this monk were terrifying.

Despite wearing the purest white monk's robes, he exuded the most deadly allure.

Despite being bald, he was more alluring and captivating than any romantic or talented man in the world.

He was like a peerless white lotus blooming in a poisonous swamp—beautiful, yet deadly.

"Bianji pays respects to the Buddhas of the Three Worlds."

Bianji walked to the center of the main hall, put his hands together, and bowed slightly.

Her voice was warm and gentle, like a spring breeze caressing the strings of a zither, so beautiful it made one's ears tingle.

No need for formalities.

Now the Buddha's voice resounds down from the dome.

"Bianji, you have secluded yourself in this Netherworld Pagoda for decades, cultivating diligently. Have you mastered the 'Great Compassion Ode to the Seven Emotions and Six Desires'?"

Bianji smiled slightly, his brows revealing unparalleled confidence.

"Replying to the Venerable Buddha."

"I have refined all the love, hatred, greed and delusion of this world into my heart. Now, as long as there is a mortal body, as long as there is still a trace of desire in one's heart, I will not give up."

"With just one glance, I can stir up their inner demons and make them obediently become my Buddhist puppets."

"Good."

The Buddha responded with satisfaction.

"The Tang Dynasty was at its peak, its external forces as solid as an iron plate."

The Buddha spoke slowly in the past, his voice filled with the vicissitudes of time.

"But fortresses are often most easily breached from within. Although the members of the Tang Dynasty's royal family were protected by destiny, they were still human beings with emotions and desires."

"Bianji, your mission is to infiltrate Chang'an City."

"Find the core members of the Tang Dynasty's royal family, brainwash and bewitch them, turning them into our Buddhist kingdom's most loyal spies. From within, dismantle the Tang Dynasty's destiny!"

Upon hearing this task...

Bianji showed no fear whatsoever; instead, his peach blossom eyes sparkled with excitement.

"Disciple obeys."

Bianji licked his dry lips.

"However, the Tang Dynasty royal family has many members. Which one should I begin with?"

"That's a matter for Heaven to decide."

The future Buddha snorted coldly, and his enormous Buddha hand suddenly swung in the void.

"Buzz—"

A huge bronze mirror, exuding an ancient and weathered aura, slowly appeared in the center of the hall.

It is the supreme treasure of the Buddhist kingdom—the Mirror of Cause and Effect in Three Lifetimes!

This mirror can see through the past and future, and deduce the cause and effect and destiny of all living beings in the world.

"The core figures of the Tang Dynasty royal family bear extremely heavy karmic burdens. We will use this mirror to deduce the most vulnerable point for you!"

As the future Buddha made a hand seal.

A violent ripple appeared on the surface of the Mirror of Cause and Effect in Three Lifetimes.

soon.

The image of Emperor Taizong of Tang, Li Shimin, appeared on the mirror.

However, this Tang emperor was wearing a pair of black sunglasses and holding an iced fairy tea in his hand.

Moreover, a massive nine-clawed golden dragon of fortune surrounded him!

The golden light was so intense that it caused the Mirror of Cause and Effect to emit a series of crackling sounds, and the image instantly blurred.

"The emperor is blessed with the destiny of the nation; he should not be looked at directly, much less be misled. Skip this."

Now the Buddha spoke in a deep voice, quickly switching the scene.