My cultivation disguise has been exposed by Xiao Sizi.

However, time passed by, second by second.

The anticipated tragedy of the body exploding and dying did not occur.

The monk Mingxin kept his eyes tightly closed, and the muscles on his face were slightly contorted with pain.

His body had completely transformed into a clearly defined battlefield.

The left half of the body is bathed in a magnificent, dazzling golden light, radiating the compassion and peace of Mahayana Buddhism in its universal salvation of all beings.

The right half of his body, however, was writhing with a deep, dark red aura of malevolence, like a demon descending upon the world, carrying endless rage and destruction.

One gold, one red—two forces that should be irreconcilable and devour each other.

At this moment, a strange vortex actually formed deep within the dantian of the monk Mingxin.

"How is this possible..."

Seeing this scene, a hint of astonishment flashed across Li Chen's usually calm eyes for the first time.

With a sweep of his divine sense, he instantly discerned the condition within Mingxin's body.

This monk, with an almost fanatical and fanatical faith, actually managed to build a bridge between these two unparalleled forces!

That bridge represents the "path of salvation" that he had just come to understand.

The golden light of Buddha represents his compassionate vow to save all living beings.

The dark red aura represents the ruthless methods he uses to subdue villains and vanquish demons.

Compassion is the foundation, killing is the means.

The two complement each other and are indispensable.

This logic is outrageously unorthodox, even somewhat heretical.

However, in terms of the judgment of the law, it perfectly matches the core truth of the "Great Yin Yang Heart Sutra" that "isolated Yin cannot produce, and solitary Yang cannot grow"!

For three whole days and three nights.

The oxcart moved slowly and steadily across the plain.

Monk Mingxin sat cross-legged in the corner of the carriage, like a statue that was half Buddha and half demon.

Until dusk on the third day.

"call--"

Monk Mingxin slowly exhaled a breath of stale air.

The breath turned into a visible white mist in the air, which lingered for a long time.

He opened his eyes.

His left eye shone with golden light, as pure and flawless as crystal.

His right eye flashed red, exuding a sharp and menacing aura that commanded respect without anger.

The aura emanating from him was several times stronger than it had been three days ago, and he was already faintly approaching the barrier of the Golden Core stage.

Most importantly, although the dark red energy looked eerie, it was upright and honest, without the slightest trace of the evil and cold aura of the Little Thunderclap Temple that sucks human blood.

"Thank you so much, Young Master, for bestowing upon me this unparalleled divine skill!"

The monk Mingxin restrained his breathing, put his hands together, and bowed deeply to the rhinoceros.

"I feel my body brimming with power. In the future, when I encounter those unreasonable villains again, I will surely use this Mahayana Fist Technique to subdue them one by one!"

Sizi proudly raised her little chin and patted her little chest.

"Of course! This is the core teaching of our Meow Meow Cult, it's incredibly powerful!"

Li Chen leaned against the car window, looking at the two figures, one big and one small, and couldn't help but frantically rub his temples.

What kind of mess is this?

A tattered scroll destined to die was transformed into a divine skill by this monk.

If this were placed in the official history of the cultivation world, it would definitely be a "heavenly illegitimate child" story.

Li Chen even suspected that the monk might have misplaced his brain, resulting in a positive outcome from two negatives.

"Alright, stop with that half-Buddha, half-demon look."

Li Chen waved his hand dismissively, "The road ahead is difficult, let's get ready to work."

Upon hearing this, the monk Mingxin immediately stood up, lifted the curtain of the oxcart, and looked outside.

The sight before them sent a jolt through everyone.

Ahead, the lush green plains were gone.

A hazy yellow dividing line, visible to the naked eye, stretches across the land.

Crossing this line means officially entering the core territory of the far west.

The environment here is completely different from the outside world.

There were no sun, moon, or stars in the sky, only a thick, suffocating layer of hazy yellow dust that completely obscured the heavens.

The fragrance of spirit was no longer in the air.

Instead, there is an extremely strong, distorted force of Buddhist faith.

This power of faith, mixed with the scent of sandalwood and the stench of decaying blood, weighed heavily on people's hearts, giving rise to an inexplicable urge to kneel and kowtow.

The old farmer driving the cart was terrified, his face ashen, gripping the reins tightly with both hands. The old ox was trembling all over, refusing to take another step forward.

"Young master, ahead... ahead lies the legendary Bitter Sea Sands."

The old farmer's teeth chattered, and his voice was trembling with sobs.

"Once a living person goes in, no one comes out. I, an old man... I have elderly parents and young children to support..."

Li Chen didn't make things difficult for him.

He took out two more gold ingots from his storage ring and threw them into the old farmer's arms.

"Leave the cart here, you can ride the ox back."

The old farmer, feeling as if he had been granted a pardon, thanked the farmer profusely, led his old ox, and ran away in a frenzy.

"Mingxin, you pull the cart."

Li Chen gave him a brief instruction, saying it would be a good opportunity for him to train.

"Amitabha Buddha, this humble monk obeys."

Monk Mingxin had no complaints whatsoever.

He walked to the front of the cart and grasped the rough wooden handle with both hands.

The golden-red true essence within his body circulated slightly, lifting the heavy wooden cart as easily as pulling a straw.

The group then trekked into the far west, where the sands stretched endlessly.

The wind howled and sandstorms filled the sky.

The land beneath our feet is dry and barren, with the occasional weathered skeleton half-buried in the sand dunes.

Sudden.

On the distant horizon of the desert, a black tornado rose, stretching from the sky to the earth.

The wind came very strangely.

It was no ordinary sandstorm; the wind itself had a chillingly dark color.

As the gale approached, a series of shrill and piercing howls echoed mournfully across the vast desert.

"It's so noisy!"

Sizi covered her little ears, her face scrunched up.

The sound was like countless people crying and screaming in my ears, filled with endless despair and pain.

Fatty Si straightened up, his black and white hair standing on end, emitting a low warning sound towards the black wind.

Li Chen stood on the car floor, his eyes coldly fixed on the approaching black, monstrous wind.

His divine sense easily penetrated the barrier of the wind and sand.

"It's not the wind."

Li Chen's voice was filled with a chilling killing intent.

"They are the vengeful souls of countless mortals whose life force was drained by the Little Thunderclap Temple and refined into blood pills."

"After they died, they could not be reborn. Their souls were imprisoned in this sea of ​​suffering, enduring the erosion and torment of the wind and sand day and night."

Upon hearing this...

The monk Mingxin, who was pulling the cart, suddenly stopped.

He raised his head, and a deep sorrow flowed from his golden left eye.

But from that red right eye, a ferocious killing intent, almost tangible, erupted.

"Amitabha."

Monk Mingxin loosened the wooden handle and strode to the front of the oxcart.

Faced with the black storm of vengeful spirits that was powerful enough to tear apart even a Foundation Establishment cultivator.

He clasped his hands together and suddenly closed his eyes.

"The suffering in the world is all due to the rule of evil."

"Esteemed benefactors, I have heard your grievances."

hum!

A dazzling beam of golden and red light shot into the sky from within the body of the monk Mingxin.

Instead of using his true energy to resist, he opened his divine sense and used the Mahayana Buddhist principles he had just comprehended to greet the countless vengeful ghosts.

The black storm crashed against the golden-red light curtain.

Those menacing, grotesque vengeful spirits, upon touching that dignified and majestic Mahayana Buddhist light...

The ferocity on his face gradually faded, and his painful roar turned into a calm murmur.

Half an hour later.

The raging black winds finally subsided.

The countless vengeful spirits transformed into specks of light, and under the guidance of the monk Mingxin, they dissipated into the world, re-entering the cycle of reincarnation.

When Monk Mingxin opened his eyes, his aura became even more steady and profound.