At the same time, in the Nine-level Demon Subduing Pagoda of the Small Thunderclap Temple.
An old monk's body was shriveled up like a mummy. It was as if he had lost all his vitality.
However, the corpse was currently surrounded by an eerie aura of death. Even its body was trembling slightly, and the blood-red light in its eyes was terrifying and frightening.
"How is this possible? How is this possible? "
"I cultivated the Dharma of Buddha and Demon to survive until today. Could he have seen through my true form?" The mummy trembled as the aura of death around him became even more chaotic.
…
In the Small Thunderclap Temple.
Buddhist light filled the sky as the Buddha's Dharma Idol had a sorrowful expression. Under the bitter pleas of the monks, the Buddha's Dharma Idol didn't attack Ye Xuan. This caused the monks to be puzzled.
"Since you don't dare to attack me, I'll kill all these monks in front of you. I'll destroy your Small Thunderclap Temple that has been passed down for thousands of years."
Ye Xuan narrowed his eyes and his expression was extremely strange. Under the Buddhist light that filled the sky, he walked towards the monks of the Little Thunder Temple with large strides. The cruel smile on his face caused people to feel an extremely cold feeling in their hearts when they looked at him.
Poof!
Ye Xuan pointed his sword and a bloody light streaked across the sky. A monk's head was separated from his body. He died tragically at Ye Xuan's feet.
From the beginning to the end, the monk thought that the Buddha would save him. However, when he was about to die, he opened his eyes wide and saw that the Buddha's Dharma Idol didn't move at all. His eyes started to fade away, and he completely lost his life force. With great reluctance, he left the world.
"Junior Brother!"
"Senior Brother Qing Xu!"
"Disciple?"
When the monk died tragically at Ye Xuan's hands, a large number of angry roars could be heard.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk!"
Ye Xuan shook his head slowly. He looked back at the Buddha's Dharma Power and said in a strange voice, "Are you just going to watch them die tragically here without doing anything?"
"Amitabha!"
The Buddha said bitterly, "We Buddhists are willing to sacrifice our lives. If their deaths can bring back the kindness in our benefactor's heart, this is a great merit, a great good deed."
As the compassionate voice of the Buddha fell, a large number of monks were dumbfounded. They could not understand. Did they have to sacrifice their own lives just to call back Ye Xuan's conscience?
Puff!
Blade light swept across the sky, killing everything in its path. A streak of resplendent blood-red light shot out from Ye Xuan's hand, killing a dozen or so monks on the spot. Their beautiful blood stained the ground, and a large number of cries and wails could be heard.
"Buddha, please be merciful. Please subdue this demon!"
"Buddha, this person has already fallen deeply into the demonic path and has no intention of repenting. If we don't get rid of this demon today, the heavens will not tolerate it."
A large number of monks knelt on the ground and kowtowed to the Buddha Dharma Idol. The sound of sobbing could be heard from their mouths, but the Buddha Dharma Idol did not move at all.
"Haha!"
"I'm a demon?"
Ye Xuan's expression was strange, and his voice was cruel and ferocious. He said, "The world is called the universe, and since ancient times, it has been called the universe. The sky is Qian, and the earth is Kun. Isn't this world Yin and Yang? All living things are divided into male and female, and humans are divided into good and evil. Without the slaughter of demons, how can there be the compassion of Buddhas?"
"You keep saying that I'm a demon, and even flaunt yourself as Buddhas. Then let me ask you, if one day there is no more slaughter in this world, and Buddhists no longer need to save all living things, what's the use of Buddhists then?"
Like the morning bell and evening drum, like thunder from the Ninth Heaven, when Ye Xuan's words rang out, all the monks of the Small Thunder Temple were stunned. Some of them even murmured.
"Without … without the slaughter of demons … where … where is the compassion of Buddhas … without … without the slaughter of demons … where is the compassion of Buddhas?"
Ye Xuan's simple words spoke of all the good and evil in the world, and made all the monks present perplexed. The profound meaning of Buddhism that they had believed in for so many years seemed to have collapsed at this moment.
"I slaughter the world, I slaughter the human world, but the world respects me as the Divine King. The so-called salvation of the world by Buddhists is just your wishful thinking. Today, I, Ye Xuan, will destroy your Small Thunder Temple. Let's see if your Buddha will save you."
"Kill!"
Ye Xuan's sword pointed across the sky, and his killing intent filled the sky. His expression was cruel and ferocious. In the eyes of the Buddha's Dharma Form, Sword Qi filled the sky and brutally penetrated the bodies of many monks.
Puff! Puff!
Puff! Blood sprayed everywhere, and corpses floated on the ground. A large number of monks turned into cold corpses and fell at Ye Xuan's feet. With every step he took, more and more corpses appeared at Ye Xuan's feet.
Unfortunately, the Buddha's Dharma Form had been watching silently from the beginning. Even the merciful Buddha's Light around him had disappeared without a trace. The sinister look in his eyes seemed to have solidified.
"Buddha, tell me, tell me, is there really no Buddha in this world if there are no demons?"
"Buddha, I have always believed that Buddhism can save the world, and that we can step into the Western Pure Land after death. But why is my heart telling me that we are wrong, really wrong?"
"What bullshit Buddha? My senior and junior brothers, why haven't you woken up yet? If he really is Buddha, how could he watch Ye Xuan mercilessly slaughter us?"
All sorts of unwilling questions and angry curses rang out in the Small Thunderclap Temple. The faith of these monks had completely collapsed. Some of them were even running away pathetically. They wanted to escape from this place and avoid this calamity of death.
"You trash."
All of a sudden!
A sinister roar came from the mouth of the Buddha's Dharma Form. An extremely dense Death Qi covered him. That pitch-black Buddha's body was emitting an extremely violent aura. All the monks were speechless as they stared at the Buddha they believed in. It was as though their souls had left their bodies.
"HAHA!"
Ye Xuan laughed sinisterly, "Do you see that? This is your so-called Buddha. This is his true face."
"Im … impossible …!"
"Why … why … why is this happening?"
A large number of monks murmured in fear. They could not believe what they were seeing.
At this moment!
The Buddha's Dharma Form was surrounded by the Death Qi. The merciful face was gone, and the way it looked at Ye Xuan was filled with a fear that had never been seen before.
"Ye Xuan, I have to say that since you can see through my Dharma Form, your cultivation base must be above mine. But don't get cocky. Wait till I devour a large amount of Blood Qi and my cultivation base returns to its peak. That will be the death of you, Ye Xuan."
Shing!
The void trembled as ripples spread out. The Buddha's Dharma Form turned into a black light and disappeared into the void. Clearly, he knew that even if he were to attack with all his might, he would not be a match for Ye Xuan.
Why would he risk his life to fight Ye Xuan for the monks of the Small Thunder Temple?
This was also the reason why the Buddha's Dharma Form had been enduring all this while.
"Trying to run?"
"Do you think you can run?"
Ye Xuan's body didn't move as a cruel sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth. It was all because no one could safely escape in front of him, Ye Xuan.
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