The radiance around the skinny fingers gradually faded, and the flame that had no heat swayed. It was like a small oil lamp in the night wind, or a fishing fire in a storm. It seemed like it could be extinguished at any time, but it would never be extinguished.
Ye Hongyu looked at the holy radiance between Master Lotus' fingers, and her eyes were filled with confusion. Mo Shanshan's expression was no better than hers, and was filled with shock. They could clearly feel the holy aura contained in the light, and could not calm down as they pondered over Master Lotus' words.
Ning Que's state of cultivation and knowledge was not as good as the two girls, so he was not as shocked as they were. He was only surprised that such a mysterious Divine Skill did not seem threatening at all. It was as if it did not exist in reality.
The radiance between the old monk's skinny fingers was transparent and warm. It did not make one's eyes feel any burning pain, nor did it spread a scorching heat. Instead, it shone like the sun in the heavens and earth, revealing an indescribable supreme state.
Mo Shanshan murmured, "If Taoism and the Devil are interlinked, one can enter Divinity?"
The old monk looked at her with a smile, and his eyes were filled with admiration. He said, "I have been thinking about the difference between Taoism and the Devil for decades. I have used Taoism to form a world outside of my body, and used Devil's power to form a world within my body. I have finally found a possibility, which is what you said."
Upon hearing these words, Ye Hongyu finally woke up from her shock. She thought of something. Regardless of whether the connection between Taoism and the Devil could lead to Divinity, in order to attempt such an attempt, one would first have to join the Devil. She stared blankly at the old monk in the Bone Mountain and felt that her judgment was a little disgraceful. How could Divine Lord Lotus …
"You guessed correctly. I have indeed entered the Devil."
The old monk who was as skinny as a ghost sat on the Bone Mountain. The air had been dry for decades, and only the cracks on the roof that the Bone Mountain pointed at had a hint of moisture. The moisture had accumulated for a long time, and it finally condensed into a drop of water.
The old monk slowly raised his head and opened his mouth slightly. The drop of water dripped into his dry lips, and then turned into a smile on the old monk's skinny face. The smile was compassionate, calm, and admirable.
The old monk looked at her and said with a smile, "Back then, I was worried that Ke Haoran would enter the Devil. I did not expect myself to enter the Devil in the end."
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At this moment, Mo Shanshan and Ye Hongyu's consciousness were greatly shaken. They were a little muddle-headed and each was immersed in their own thoughts. Only Ning Que was still paying attention to the old monk's every move.
Stepping into the Devil's Hall, Ning Que met this legendary figure who had bound himself to atone for his sins for decades. Ning Que had many questions in his heart. How did Master Lotus survive after not eating or drinking for decades? Later, when he saw that Mo Shanshan and Ye Hongyu did not have such doubts, he thought that this Master's state had long surpassed the imagination of mortals and could abstain from eating.
At this moment, looking at the drop of water condensed from the wetness in the stone crack on the roof falling into the old monk's dry lips, he could not help but be slightly startled. He thought that the old monk had a very clear grasp of the rhythm of the water dripping from the stone crack. Who knew how many times he had repeated it over the decades, or how many drops of water had he missed? It made his heart ache. How could he be so proficient?
The scene of the wetness in the stone crack supporting a legendary figure who had sat to atone for his sins for decades would probably make anyone feel pity and respect for him. However, Ning Que's heart was as hard as stone and refused to tremble. Instead, he raised his eyebrows slightly — if it was to atone for his sins, why did he have to beg for life? If it was to use the pain of life to respond to the severity of one's sins, why would he feel pain from missing a drop of water, and thus raise his head to receive the water drop as an instinctive reaction?
When Ning Que was thinking about these things, Master Lotus had already started to debate with Ye Hongyu and Mo Shanshan about the highest and faraway scenery of the cultivation world. He could not help but frown. He thought that Master Lotus's debate in the Lanke Temple back then was so exciting that the Divine Hall Hierarch came to visit. He was definitely not someone like Prince Long Qing could be compared to. This Devil's Hall must have been bored to the point of debating with himself every day for decades. How could they win against him?
Indeed, as time passed, the old and compassionate voice was the only thing left in the room.
"If there is truth in the world, it should be understood through debate."
"What is the pursuit of cultivators? If we are searching for the way to understand the world and the power to change the world, then how can there be good and evil in power itself? Only those who use power will be able to differentiate between good and evil. "
"A knife can be used to cut vegetables, carve radishes, or kill people. A stone can be used to admire, or to build a house, or to kill people. A lake can be used to breed fish, or to go boating, or to kill people. A mountain can be used to climb, or to build a house, or to kill people."
"Everything in the world can be used to please people, or to kill people. But everything is innocent. Only humans are the spirit of all things, and they give everything souls and uses. Therefore, the word 'sin' can only be applied to humans. The difference between Taoism and the Devil lies in the method and the path. Just like everything in the world, how can we incriminate them? The only thing that can be sinned is still humans. "
The old monk's words were not difficult or obscure at all. He did not use mysterious words to cover his words with a layer of mystery. He slowly explained these simple and plain principles, crushing the cultivation world that he knew for the three young people to listen to.
The old monk's voice was weak, and his slightly hoarse voice was full of love for the world and compassion for all living beings. His tone was calm but convincing, and it could be said that any words he said were profound truths.
Ning Que did not listen carefully, but he was unknowingly attracted by the old monk's words. He sat on the ground and began to listen attentively. As the benevolent voice entered his ears, his tense mind since coming to the Wilderness gradually relaxed, and his body also became relaxed.
The room in the Devil's Palace seemed to have accumulated decades of loneliness, isolated from the world, and extremely quiet. Only the old monk's voice slowly bloomed like a lotus flower, gently echoing. These voices and words eventually turned into lotus petals that turned into spring water, reverberating between the walls and the soul. Wave by wave, it spread over and made people feel warm and comfortable.
Among the corpses, there was a skeleton with half of its dried meat left. The skeleton raised its head to the sky, its withered bony claws stretched out behind its head like a cushion, and its fleshless right leg rested on its left knee, as if it was listening quietly and happily. It was not known whether it was because of the wind blowing or the dripping water, but the skeleton's head would occasionally nod twice, as if it was in agreement.
After an unknown amount of time, the teaching and explanation that reverberated between the room and the soul slowly stopped. The old monk looked at the three young people with a gentle expression. Looking at their thoughtful expressions, he smiled and said, "The Front Gate has opened, and the world will definitely be troubled again. Carefully calculating, it is probably time for me to leave."
Ye Hongyu looked up in shock, not knowing what to say.
The old monk looked at his skinny hands that had unknowingly formed a lotus seal. After a moment of silence, he said indifferently, "My life, in the eyes of the secular world, is already considered wonderful. I was born in Buddhism, and advanced to Taoism, but eventually followed the Devil's Sect. Now that my life is coming to an end, I think that the Great Divine Priest who founded the Devil's Doctrine a thousand years ago said that those who know me will sin against me. Only time can hear me, and I can't help but feel that it is meaningless.
"But, who can really be completely unconcerned about life and death? Even if you have already escaped from death, who can not have a trace of nostalgia for the world? Do you want to leave some traces in this world? Even I am the same. "
The old monk slowly raised his head and looked at the three people in front of him. He smiled and said, "I have cultivated in three Sects and have been trapped for decades to atone for my sins. I dare not say that I have achieved great success, but I have gained something. I would like to pass on the little power in this body and my knowledge of this world. I wonder who among you is willing to accept my mantle."
It was rumored that the Grand Cultivators who had cultivated to the extreme could even vaguely feel the time when they would leave because they had a deep enough understanding of the world. Master Lotus had been trapped in the Front Gate of the Devil's Doctrine to atone for his sins. He had suffered in hunger and suffering for decades, and finally encountered the reopening of the Front Gate and the younger generation of disciples. This kind of opportunity might be the wedge between life and death. Therefore, when they heard that he was about to leave this world, although the three of them were shocked, they were not completely unprepared.
However, when they heard that Master Lotus had decided to pass on his mantle, even Ning Que, who had been forcing himself to stay calm, could not help but be shaken. Ye Hongyu's sense of perception was even more unsettled. She clenched her fists tightly and could not say a word.
The two most important things in life were the way to understand the world and the ability to change the world. The three of them had been listening to Master Lotus's method of understanding the world for a long time. The ability to change the world was naturally power and state.
There was no such thing as passing on power in the right way of cultivation. Only the most powerful people in the Devil's Doctrine would pass on their power to their chosen successor through enlightenment before their lifespan ended. Master Lotus should be using this method to pass on his mantle!
What kind of person was Master Lotus? Ning Que had never heard of him before, but he was very clear now.
He was well-versed in Taoism, Buddhism, and the Devil's Doctrine. He had been to two Unknown Places and had been the Protector of the Front Gate of the Buddhism Sect. He had been the Great Divine Priest of Judgment of the Divine Hall and had almost gotten the position of the leader of the Devil's Doctrine. He was qualified to travel and be friends with Youngest Uncle. He had cultivated both Taoism and the Devil's Doctrine to the Divine Skill after staying in the Forbidden Mountain for decades! Such a person was, of course, the most powerful existence in the world!
If he could inherit his mantle, how many years would he have to struggle on the long and difficult path of cultivation? How strong would he be able to get? What kind of magical world would he come into contact with?
More importantly, Ning Que was very clear that if he could inherit his mantle, perhaps it would not take long before he could tear General Xiahou, Prince Li Peiyan, and even the shadows hiding behind them into pieces. He did not need to rely on the power of the Academy, nor did he need to put his Senior Brothers and Sisters in the back of the mountain in a dilemma. He could easily take revenge for the hatred that he had been guarding for more than ten years.
His parents who had loved him dearly in this life lying in a pool of blood, his young playmate who had been trampled to death, the chopper that was stained with black blood, the two people who had fallen in the woodshed, Darkie who stood by the gray wall on a rainy day, and the innocent villagers who had died tragically in Darkie's hometown. All of these images appeared in his mind at this moment, looking at him quietly.
In fact, the hatred for the massacre of his family had already faded away in his heart. However, he was afraid of this indifference, so he wanted to engrave the hatred deep into his bones. This hatred, which had already changed its flavor, had become the most important spiritual support in Ning Que's life. This support, when mixed with the innate greed for power, had become the most irresistible temptation.
This kind of temptation was like an invisible hand, slowly lifting his body from the ground, urging him to move his feet with difficulty, walking towards the Bone Mountain.
Suddenly, he stopped his steps.
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