The man is a monk in the inside, and he starts by giving his wife a crown.

He turned around, took a step forward, and walked calmly in the direction he came from.

"No! Master! Don't go! Please! Look at me! I'm useful! I can..."

Saeki Kaori's cries and pleas sounded behind him, full of despair and fear.

Xiuyuan's footsteps did not pause at all.

As his figure gradually faded away, the warm and sacred light in this underground space that had just been illuminated by the Buddha's light also receded like a tide and was quickly swallowed up by the thick and indissoluble darkness.

Only Saeki Kaori was left hanging in the endless darkness and silence. Her wails gradually turned into sobs, and finally only heavy breathing and heartbeats were left, and her throat, which had just been moistened by the golden holy water but was now even more thirsty.

Darkness completely enveloped her.

If this kind of complete darkness and silence continued, Saeki Kaori might be able to hold on for a few more days with the remaining bit of willpower, allowing her body to slowly adapt to the despair.

However, Xiu Yuan's appearance was like a thunder that tore through the eternal night.

He brought light, not the warm light of hope, but the majestic, sacred, awe-inspiring and terrifying golden Buddha light.

The grand sound of chanting, the mysterious runes flowing throughout the room and imprinted on the stone walls, constructed a brief sacred realm that subverted the limits of her cognition.

This short-lived light is more cruel than eternal darkness.

It opened her eyes to a possibility, a truly transcendent power she had always dreamed of but never imagined.

In the face of that power, the so-called golden holy water she had just drunk seemed bearable, even useful as a bargaining chip to beg for mercy. (Noma Zhao)

She begged frantically as if she had grabbed a life-saving straw, offering everything she had, just to touch one ten-thousandth of that power.

But he left.

The light receded like the tide, without any lingering feelings.

Those calm eyes never really looked at her from beginning to end, as if her existence was as light as dust.

The darkness descended again, more suffocating than before.

The lingering Buddhist chants on the stone wall seemed to silently mock her utter ugliness. The resounding "Om Mani Padme Hum" still echoed in her ears, reminding her of the miracle she had just witnessed, as well as that man's unfathomable power and... absolute indifference.

The physical pain that had been temporarily suppressed by the Buddha's light came back to him exponentially.

The numbness and pain of the limbs being hung up, the stinging pain of the skin coming into contact with the cold air, and the burning thirst in the throat

This thirst became even more unbearable and humiliating because it had just been briefly moistened by the golden holy water.

Despair is no longer a slowly seeping poison, but a boulder that crashes down in an instant.

Her psychological defenses, which were not strong to begin with and could even be said to be built on twisted desires, finally began to crumble after she experienced great ups and downs, witnessed miracles and was completely ignored.

She realized that she might never be able to leave this place. The man didn't care about her life or death at all, or rather, he had plenty of ways to keep her "alive."

Fear, regret, humiliation, and a morbid desire for that power intertwined, completely tearing and devouring her sanity.

In the darkness, only her heavy breathing and the weak, frantic beating of her heart remained, like a broken drum, uttering its final wail in the boundless silence.

Chapter 74: Start a killing spree and eliminate sins and karma!

Xiu Yuan did not immediately return to the brightly lit villa area, but instead changed his mind and blended into the night, walking towards a dark corner at the other end of Tokyo.

The more merits you have, the better. Instead of going back to deal with those women, why not take this opportunity to "harvest" another wave?

He stepped into this slum area that was forgotten by the prosperous city.

The air was filled with a complex smell of dampness, decay and cheap food, which contrasted sharply with the freshness and elegance of the upscale residential area.

The narrow streets were lined with dilapidated houses, and the dim street lights barely dispelled the thick darkness. Occasionally, a wild cat would run past the garbage dump, making shrill cries.

Xiuyuan turned a blind eye to this. He had lived here for a period of time and knew very well how many sins were hidden here.

Xiuyuan walked slowly forward, chanting the six-syllable mantra in a low voice: "Om Mani Padme Hum..."

As the mantra sounded, the soft and pure light golden Buddha light spread silently around him with him as the center.

The light was not blazing, but it had the power to penetrate all the haze. Wherever it passed, even the air seemed to become a little cleaner.

In the corners of the streets, some dim lights and shadows that are invisible to the naked eye, carrying resentment or confusion, when they come into contact with the Buddha's light, are like ice and snow melting, letting out an almost inaudible sigh, and then turning into specks of light and disappearing without a trace.

【merit +1】

【merit +1】

【merit +1】

The system's prompt sound rang intermittently in my mind, like pleasant background music.

Xiuyuan's face was calm, his steps did not stop, and the chanting of mantras continued.

The Buddha's light also shines on the patients who are huddled in the corners or groaning in dilapidated houses.

An old man, holding his stomach and turning pale with pain, suddenly felt the cramps in his abdomen ease a lot. He opened his eyes blankly and looked at the back of the monk who was walking slowly outside the window with a faint light.

A middle-aged man who couldn't sleep all night because of arthritis found that the tormenting pain was miraculously relieved. He struggled to crawl to the window, only to see a distant golden light.

They didn't understand what was happening, they just thought it was some kind of miracle.

In this desperate and difficult place, any relief from pain is enough to ignite the most primitive awe and gratitude in their hearts.

947 Many people subconsciously put their hands together, facing the direction where the light came from, and silently prayed to thank the unknown gods and Buddhas.

These subtle but real thoughts of faith, like invisible streams, crossed the space and flowed into the invisible golden body in Xiuyuan's body.

The golden body shook slightly, and the majestic appearance of the three heads and six arms seemed to become more solid.

The indifferent face in the center is the same as Xiuyuan's, and there seems to be light flowing in the depths of the eyes. The heads on the left and right, representing anger and compassion, absorb and filter these mixed and primitive forces of faith, transforming them into the purest energy to nourish the Buddha's body.

Xiu Yuan could clearly feel the influx of this power. Although it was weak, it was inexhaustible.

He was in a pretty good mood. The feeling of collecting merits and incense like AFK killing monsters was indeed pleasant.

He is like an efficient signal base station, broadcasting Buddhist signals while receiving "faith traffic" feedback from users.

As for what these "users" themselves think and what situation they are in, it is not within his consideration.

He continued to walk, the Buddha's light continued to spread, and the merits and incense were growing steadily.

Xiuyuan stopped in front of an inconspicuous abandoned warehouse.

The air here seemed to be thicker than anywhere else, the cold breath almost condensed into substance, and the thick smell of sin was like a solid black fog, almost blowing in your face.

He could clearly sense that deep underground, countless twisted desires and tormented souls were wailing, like a huge, foul-smelling abscess. This place... must have had a lot of merit.

The iron door of the warehouse was rusty, but there was an inconspicuous small door next to it. From behind the door, noisy voices and the dull sound of something heavy hitting could be faintly heard.

Xiuyuan pushed the door open and was greeted by a foul air mixed with the stench of sweat, blood, alcohol, and cheap perfume, which formed a sharp contrast with the peaceful feeling brought by the chanting outside.

Behind the door was a dark staircase leading down. At the bottom, a huge underground space suddenly opened up before my eyes.

Amidst shrill music, frantic shouting, and the clatter of metal, two men in shorts engaged in a brutal brawl inside a crude iron cage, blood splattering as the spectators roared and placed bets in excitement.

In the shadows further away, one could see some people with dull eyes and half-naked clothes locked in cages, like goods for sale.

In the corners, there's a rush of people trading in unknown organs, along with noisy gambling tables. This is where almost all the decadence and sin beneath the shadows of the city converge.

Xiuyuan's appearance was like a drop of clear water falling into a boiling oil pan.

He walked in calmly, dressed in a clean monk's robe, which was out of tune with the surrounding environment. He instantly attracted a lot of attention, but most of them were looked at with playful and malicious eyes.

"Hey! You monk, have you come to the wrong place?" Two burly men in black suits with tattoos on their arms immediately came over and blocked Xiuyuan's way. One of them, with a cigarette in his mouth and his head tilted, looked Xiuyuan up and down with the eyes of a commodity, and said in a very rude tone:

"This isn't the place for you to beg for alms or chant sutras. If you know what's good for you, get out of here and stop being an eyesore."

The other strong man clenched his fist, making a crackling sound, with a sinister smile on his face:

"Otherwise, we brothers don't mind shaving you, but we'll use our fists."

Xiu Yuan stopped and glanced calmly at the two men, then looked at the den of sin behind them, as if he had not heard their threats.

"I came here to cleanse the filth and liberate the souls of the dead." His voice was not loud, but it was clearly heard by the two strong men.

"Huh? What did you say?" The burly man with a cigarette in his mouth scratched his ears exaggeratedly as if he had heard a huge joke.

"Purify the filth? Save the souls of the dead? Monk, did you forget to take your medicine before going out? Or have you become stupid from chanting sutras?"

"What nonsense are you talking to him about!"

The other strong man obviously had no patience and reached out to push Xiuyuan's shoulder.

"piss off!"

However, just as his hand was halfway extended, it seemed to be blocked by an invisible force and could not move forward any further.

The sturdy man's face changed and he pushed forward with all his strength, but he felt as if he was pushing against an invisible wall. The veins on his forehead bulged out and his wrist began to ache slightly.

"what happened?"

He looked at his companion in surprise and doubt.

The burly man smoking a cigarette also stopped smiling and his eyes became alert.

He also tried to reach out and push, with exactly the same result.

A bit weird!

Xiu Yuan still stood there, his expression unchanged, not even raising his eyelids.

"what happened?"

The strong man was confused and looked at his companion, feeling a piercing pain in his wrist.

The sturdy man with the cigarette in his mouth also stopped laughing, his eyes became sinister and evil.

He also reached out to push, and felt the same sensation, as if he was pushing against an invisible mountain, which did not move at all.

This monk is weird!

Xiu Yuan seemed not to notice their actions. He looked past them and slowly scanned this filthy underground space.

Bloody fights, slave trade, organ trading, noisy gambling tables and other dark scenes of human depravity are all available here.

The scent of sin, so strong that it almost becomes tangible, is as tempting as the finest tonic.

He silently calculated the merits and value of this place in his heart, and a wanton smile appeared on his face.

This is such a great place!

Finally, I can kill people without any scruples!

"Amitabha, this place is filthy!"

A low Buddhist chant was heard. The voice was not loud, but it clearly overwhelmed the surrounding noise.

As the words fell, a very faint, almost imperceptible golden luster appeared on Xiuyuan's body, like the patina that had accumulated on the Buddha statues in ancient temples over the years.

His figure did not change, but his whole aura suddenly rose, as if an Acala had descended here, majestic and inviolable.

Indestructible body of Vajra.

"Damn it, let's attack together! Destroy him!"

Seeing that the situation was not good, the burly man with a cigarette in his mouth shouted loudly, took out a dagger with a cold glow from his waist, and stabbed it towards Xiu Yuan's heart.

The other strong man also reacted, endured the severe pain in his wrist, pulled out his baton, and hit Xiuyuan on the head.

However, in Xiuyuan's eyes, their movements were so slow that they seemed to be still.

Xiuyuan didn't even turn sideways, allowing the baton to hit his shoulder.

There was a dull clang sound, like hitting hard metal.

The sturdy man felt a violent shock in his palm, and the baton flew out of his hand. His arm went numb and an expression of disbelief appeared on his face.

At the same time, Xiuyuan raised his hand seemingly casually, and then he arrived first and accurately grabbed the wrist of the burly man holding the dagger.

"Crack!"

The crisp sound of bones cracking was extremely harsh in the noisy environment.

The sturdy man let out a scream that was not like a human voice, his wrist twisted at a strange angle, and the dagger fell to the ground with a clang.

Before he could finish howling, Xiu Yuan snapped his fingers with his other hand, and his fingertips precisely tapped his Adam's apple.

The strong man's screams stopped abruptly. He covered his neck, his eyeballs bulged, and he made a hoarse sound. He collapsed limply to the ground, his body twitching violently.

This sudden change was so fast that people couldn't react.

The crowd that was originally watching the excitement fell silent for a moment, and then even greater chaos broke out.