The ground was densely packed with people kneeling. Only two hundred or so people remained standing, not kneeling.
Chu Li's gaze swept across the crowd. Everyone felt as if they had been seen through, as if he was specifically staring at them. They felt inexplicably guilty and quickly lowered their heads, not daring to meet his gaze.
As long as one was human, it was impossible for one to act openly and with a clear conscience. In the depths of one's heart, there would always be some dark thoughts. Chu Li's gaze was like the blazing sun, wanting to melt away all these thoughts in an instant.
"Amitabha!" Chu Li chanted the name of Buddha again.
The sound of the Buddha's name was like the evening drum and morning bell, cleansing all the dark thoughts. Suddenly, one's heart was filled with light, tranquil and peaceful. Inexplicably, a smile would appear on one's face, and one's body would feel warm as if one was immersed in a hot spring.
Another hundred or so people knelt on the ground.
The remaining one hundred and twenty-two people remained standing, staring straight at Chu Li. Their bodies were tense and filled with murderous intent.
Chu Li shook his head and sighed. "I shall help you today, Amitabha!"
This Buddha's name was gentle and the people kneeling on the ground straightened their bodies, their expressions solemn. They involuntarily put their palms together and chanted the name, "A — — Mi — — Tuo — — Fo — —!"
The orderly chanting of the Buddha was solemn and sacred, resounding through the night sky.
The night was as cold as water, and the moonlight was like frost.
The surroundings of Ruyi Temple were peaceful and serene. Everyone was immersed in a strange aura, and they didn't wake up for a long time.
When she woke up, she realized that Chu Li had already disappeared. The Ru Yi Temple was still quiet and silent.
There were already 122 people lying on the ground, all of them facing the sky with smiles on their faces. Their expressions were peaceful and joyful, as if they were having a sweet dream. Seeing this, people couldn't help but smile.
A young man pushed the middle-aged man beside him out of curiosity. "Wake up! Wake up! Why are you sleeping? "
His expression suddenly changed. He withdrew his hand as if he had been electrocuted and retreated as if he was avoiding a snake or a scorpion.
"What's wrong?" His companion, who was also a young man, asked him with a smile, "Look at how scared you are. Did you meet a ghost?"
"Something's wrong! Something's wrong! "The young man hurriedly shook his head, his expression unsightly.
"What's wrong?" His companion laughed.
"Go and touch it!"
"Let's touch then!" In front of everyone's eyes, the other young man proudly took two steps forward and stretched out his hand to push. Then, his expression changed, and his hand touched the young man's nose and neck.
Everyone stared at him.
"He's dead!" the young man said with an ugly expression.
He shook his hand, trying to get rid of the bad luck.
Everyone looked at the other middle-aged men lying on the ground, smiling.
At this moment, they could all see that these middle-aged men were wearing the same clothes. They were obviously a group of people.
"Could it be that they're all dead?" Another youth stood out and said loudly, "This is too shocking. How could so many people die in one go?"
As he spoke, he looked at the two middle-aged men lying on the ground. Then, he got up and shook his head. "They are indeed dead!"
"Who did this?" someone whispered.
"Who else?"
They all looked at the Ruyi Temple, which was shrouded in moonlight.
The Ruyi Temple was pitch-black, like a ferocious beast entrenched in the darkness, ready to pounce and devour everything at any time. They could not help but feel apprehensive and wary, involuntarily taking a step back.
"This Divine Monk Ding Ru is very powerful. Let's go," someone said softly, then hurriedly left.
Everyone left in silence. More than one hundred and twenty corpses were lying on the ground with peaceful smiles on their faces. This scene was eerie no matter how one looked at it. They felt an inexplicable chill and hurried away, afraid that they would be the one left behind.
In the blink of an eye, the area in front of the Ruyi Temple was empty. There was no one left standing.
Then, a group of soldiers approached in an orderly manner and moved the corpses away in the blink of an eye. Then, the area in front of the Ruyi Temple was restored to peace. However, the people who came and went in the surroundings had consciously distanced themselves, not daring to approach.
The image of the Ruyi Temple in their eyes had changed, and this Divine Monk Ding Ru had become more mysterious. As a monk, he was so cruel in his actions, killing more than a hundred people with a wave of his hand. It was beyond imagination.
This went against the image of a merciful monk in their eyes.
Therefore, the rumors about the Demon Monk Ding Ru became more rampant. Everyone believed it and felt that Chu Li was not a Divine Monk. A Divine Monk would not be so ruthless and kill more than a hundred people in one go.
Later on, the rumors became more and more outrageous. The Demon Monk Ding Ru killed more than a thousand people with a wave of his hand. His expression did not change, and no one was able to resist. This was not something that could be achieved by martial arts. It was real sorcery.
As for the so-called supernatural powers, they were merely demonic arts in disguise. They appeared to be profound and unfathomable, but one saved while the other harmed. Although the capital was large, with the presence of the demonic monk Ding Ru, it was extremely unstable.
If he suddenly killed people, who could stop him? Even the Emperor would not be able to stop him.
Everyone was anxious as if they were in front of a beast and could be devoured at any time. They did not want to entrust their lives to someone else's kindness, so they wanted to expel this Demon Monk Ding Ru.
There were more and more memorials to impeach Chu Li in the imperial court, and they piled up like a mountain. However, Zhao Yancheng did not publish them, which made the officials even more dissatisfied. They felt that the Emperor was bewitched by sorcery, so they wanted to expel the Demon Monk Ding Ru.
After Chu Li displayed his powerful strength, they became more afraid of him, but they were more lenient in dealing with him.
Originally, the memorials of the officials were to kill this monk to warn the demons and spirits of the world. Later, the memorials were to expel him from the capital, and he was not allowed to step into the capital. Otherwise, the people of the world would kill him. In the end, they only asked him to leave the capital and did not mention killing him.
Zhao Yancheng and Xu Changfeng were discussing in the Prime Announcement Hall.
The bright sunlight shone on the hall, and the light in the hall was gentle. However, Zhao Yancheng's face was gloomy, and he said coldly, "Minister Xu, the trend of the imperial court is not right. As the head of the officials, it's time for you to step in!"
Xu Changfeng shook his head and smiled bitterly. "Your Majesty, the people are in a panic now, and it's useless for me to say anything. The plan now is to let the Divine Monk leave the capital and hide. As long as he survives this, things will naturally calm down."
"Nonsense. How dare you say that you want to expel the Divine Monk from the capital because of rumors!" Zhao Yancheng said angrily. "These officials of mine are really disappointing. They just listen to rumors and believe it!"
"It's because the Divine Monk is too cruel, and he scared them," Xu Changfeng said.
Zhao Yancheng said, "Are we supposed to be merciful to the assassins who came to kill us? Let them assassinate us again? "
"Well … We have to kill them, but not all of them. The key is that they were killed too easily." Xu Changfeng shook his head. "It's too shocking to kill a hundred and twenty-three people in the blink of an eye. Although it intimidated the small fry, it also scared the officials. Naturally, they will feel disgusted and want to expel the Divine Monk. They will feel that the farther they are from him, the safer they will be."
"Even Buddha has the glaring eyes of Vajra." Zhao Yancheng scoffed. "It's really pedantic to insist on being merciful!"
"Your Majesty, Deng Yue requests an audience," a servant reported from outside.
"Let him in!" Zhao Yancheng said.
Deng Yue strode in and gave a fist salute. "Your Majesty, Elder Xu, I've received secret news that Da Kun, Da Shuo, and Da Ning have each lost a prince!"
"Huh?" Zhao Yancheng frowned.
Deng Yue said, "They died silently, and they all died with a smile. It's the same way they died outside Ruyi Temple."
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