My cultivation disguise has been exposed by Xiao Sizi.

Fatty Si was lying on Si Zi's lap.

This black and white tabby cat with mackerel stripes didn't even have its eyes fully open.

It merely lifted a thin layer of its eyelids and glanced at the one-eyed man with an expression as if he were an idiot.

Its fishbone-patterned tail flicked irritably in mid-air.

Then he changed his position and continued to sleep soundly, sprawled out on his back.

As for Li Chen...

He had just been in a bad mood because of the trash in his soul space, and he was looking for a place to vent his anger.

Looking at the group of ignorant ants in front of him, Li Chen slowly curled up a chilling sneer.

Just as Li Chen was about to flick his finger and unleash a sword aura to send these bandits to their next reincarnation.

"Amitabha……"

A compassionate Buddhist chant suddenly rang out in the carriage.

The enlightened monk Mingxin, who always kept his eyes closed and attained enlightenment.

Finally, the harsh shouting pulled me back from the vast realm of Mahayana Buddhism.

He slowly opened his eyes.

His eyes, which had been dulled by hunger, were now crystal clear, with a faint golden light shimmering within them.

Monk Mingxin stood up.

His thin body looked somewhat frail in the night wind, but his back was ramrod straight.

He looked at the bandits in front of him, who were armed with sharp blades and had menacing faces.

There was no fear or anger in his eyes.

Yes, but it is a lofty, boundless compassion belonging to Mahayana Buddhism.

"The sea of ​​suffering is boundless, but turning back is the shore."

The monk Mingxin put his hands together in prayer.

As he softly recited the Buddhist principles he had just come to understand, he stepped off the oxcart without hesitation.

He walked slowly and alone, unarmed, towards the dozen or so fierce-looking bandits.

"Esteemed benefactors."

Monk Mingxin stopped less than three steps from the one-eyed dragon.

The expression on his face was incredibly kind.

"You wield the butcher's knife, committing boundless atrocities; after death, you will surely fall into the Avici Hell."

"I cannot bear to see you sinking deeper and deeper into delusion. I wish to use Mahayana Buddhism to guide you out of your confusion."

"Put down your weapons and recite a mantra of rebirth with this humble monk to cleanse yourselves of all sins."

On the mountain road.

An eerie silence fell over the scene.

The dozen or so bandits looked at each other in bewilderment.

They looked at the knife in their hands, stained with dried blood, and then at the poor, emaciated monk in front of them, who was talking nonsense.

After a brief period of stunned silence.

"Hahahahaha!"

The bandits burst into wild laughter, doubled over with gusto.

I almost laughed until I cried.

"Boss, has this bald monk lost his mind from hunger?"

"Mahayana Buddhism? And they still want to save us?"

"I'm dying of laughter! I've really run into a living saint today. He must have come to tell us jokes to cheer us up!"

The one-eyed dragon also grinned, revealing a mouthful of yellow teeth.

Looking at the monk Mingxin's face, which still wore a compassionate smile, a surge of anger welled up inside him.

"Giving a sermon? Sure!"

The one-eyed man grinned maliciously.

He didn't even use his broadsword; he simply clenched his right fist, which was the size of a sandbag and covered in iron rings.

With a whistling wind, it slammed down hard on Monk Mingxin's face without warning.

"I'll send you to the Western Paradise right now, so you can go and tell Buddha your story!"

Facing the iron fist that was smashing towards his face.

The monk Mingxin, who had just grasped the essence of Mahayana Buddhism, neither dodged nor avoided the question.

He even maintained the gesture of clasping his hands together, his eyes filled with the great brilliance of preparing to "feed the tiger with his own body" and use suffering to reform sinners.

"Bang!"

A dull thud of flesh hitting flesh sounded particularly jarring on the quiet mountain path.

The monk Mingxin's frail body was like a kite with a broken string; he was forced back five or six steps by the heavy punch.

He stumbled and fell hard onto the muddy ground covered in pebbles.

Bright red blood dripped down the corner of his mouth.

His left eye socket swelled up rapidly, turning into a huge bruise in the blink of an eye.

"you……"

Monk Mingxin covered his eyes, his face filled with disbelief.

He stared blankly at the bandit leader in front of him, who was grinning with his fist raised, his eyes filled with confusion and bewilderment.

Why?

Mingxin murmured to himself, his voice filled with the pain of a broken faith.

"This humble monk, with a heart full of great compassion, wishes to persuade you to lay down your butcher's knives."

"Every word I uttered came from the bottom of my heart, without the slightest malice."

"Why do you not only refuse to listen, but also resort to such violence?"

One-Eyed Dragon withdrew his fist and forcefully shook his wrist.

The dozen or so bandits behind him suddenly burst into even more unrestrained, maniacal laughter.

"Why? You bald monk, how dare you ask me why?"

One-Eyed Dragon stepped forward and spat a mouthful of phlegm at the feet of Monk Mingxin.

"I'll tell you why!"

"Because in this world, my knife is fast enough, and my fist is hard enough!"

"What great compassion, what karma and retribution? Can they feed you? Can they bring you piles of money?"

One-Eyed Dragon grabbed Mingxin Monk by the tattered collar and half-lifted him up.

That ugly face, covered in scars, came close to the monk.

"Today I'll teach you a lesson, you foolish monk. In Black Wind Cliff, my rules are the rules!"

"If you dare utter another word, I'll chop off your bald head with one stroke!"

Having said that, the one-eyed man gave a sudden shove.

Monk Mingxin fell to the ground again, and the book of Mahayana Buddhism in his hand fell to the side, covered in dust.

The monk did not wipe the blood from his face, but instead tenderly held the scriptures in his arms.

He lowered his head, looked at the words in the scripture, and fell into deep self-doubt.

Is it really true that Buddhism cannot convert these wicked people?

Just when Monk Mingxin's worldview was about to collapse once again.

"Why."

A deep, old-fashioned sigh came from the oxcart.

Sizi stuffed the last half of the roasted chestnut in her hand into her mouth and patted the crumbs off her little hands.

The little girl stood up from the cart.

She stood with her hands on her hips, looking down at the monk Mingxin who had fallen to the ground, her delicate face full of disappointment and frustration.

"Foolish monk, this won't do."

Sizi pouted and began her on-site lesson in a serious manner.

"How can you expect a bad person to listen to you if you try to reason with them?"

"This isn't how you use persuasion to deal with disobedient bad people!"

The monk Mingxin raised his head, his intact right eye looking at the little girl with a bewildered expression.

"Young benefactor, then... then how can we influence them?"

Sizi didn't answer directly, but instead pointed to the side with her little finger.

At her feet, Fatty Four, who had been pretending to be asleep with his eyes closed, finally stood up slowly.

This is a plump black and white tabby cat with mackerel stripes.

It yawned widely, revealing its pink tongue and four sharp cat teeth.

"Fourth brother, go and demonstrate to Brother Mingxin what true reformation really is!"